#OK FINE I RAMBLED BUT WHAT DID WE EXPECT

[cntloup]

Being stuck in a safe house with Simon where the conditions are suboptimal... and you have something to tell him

"Si, please sit down. You're freaking me out." you protest as he paces the length of the room from the door to the bed where you’re sitting.

The rusty wooden floor creaks beneath his heavy feet and the droplets of rain leak through the roof, creating an unnerving symphony.

"This should not have happened. How the fuck did they find us?" he raises his voice as his frustration mounts.

"Clearly someone ratted us out." you mumble wearily, exhaustion enfolding you as you lie down.

"I'm sorry." he says as he sits on the edge of the bed.

"Why?" you ask, "I should have known." he responds, voice low and dark, laced with remorse.

"How could you have known, Simon? There's no way you could have found out." you retort.

Silence settles in the room, except for the leaking and the occasional creaks of the floor and the walls, probably rats.

"Simon..." you call out, voice breathy and slightly wavering.

"Yes?" he implores, your voice shaking him out of his trance.

"I need to tell you something..." you continue, not meeting his gaze as your eyes remain fixated on the roof.

"What is it?" he asks, worry beginning to creep up on him.

"I-I... fuck." you stutter as tears well up in your eyes.

You finally tilt your head to look into his concerned eyes.

"What is it, love?" he takes your hand in his, squeezing lightly, encouraging you to go on.

"Si, I'm pregnant." you finally blurt out, biting your lip, afraid of what his reaction might be.

A few moments pass and his widened eyes remain locked on you.

"Please say something." you plead, anxious in anticipation.

"I-I... ok. We'll take some time off. And we'll figure it out. Together... yeah... it's alright... totally fine..." he rambles nervously as he runs his hand across his face, letting out a sigh.

"You're not mad?" you ask worriedly.

" 'course not, love. I just- I just didn't expect it to be so soon. While we're stuck in this shithole. I thought I had more time to build you a home." he says, caressing your cheek with his rough hand, love and adoration glinting in his eyes.

"You have no idea how much I wanted this. I want this. With you." he reassures you firmly.

"Oh my god, Si!" you exclaim and spring into his arms, making his chest rumble with a low chuckle.

"I love you! I love you so much!" you squeal out through tears of joy, peppering his face with kisses.

"I love you too, dove." he coos as he leans in to kiss your lips.

"I'm sorry we got stuck in here. We'll get out soon. I promise." he remarks while holding your hand and gently rubbing circles on the back of your palm.

You guide his hand to your belly to let him feel the slight bump.

He smiles fondly while shedding silent tears.

And you wipe them away, resting your forehead on his as you breathe each other in.

Together, you can tackle anything and everything.

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥ 

[gublerryswift]

omggg ive really wanted to see a fluff fic where the BAU go ice skating as like a team building thing or whatever and Spencer keeps slipping and falling and holding on to the reader its so cute HISJHFSJKD

I'd pick you up and we'd go back in time | Spencer Reid x fem! Reader

just fluff!!

warnings: none

word count: 716 words

a/n: Heey! Just finished this one, it's my first ask (tysm btw!! <3). Hope you guys like it and hope i did justice to what you were imagining for the fic!!

It's the end of December and, surprisingly, you and the team are officially off duty until the next year. You guys decided to go out and have some fun, settling on the idea to go ice skating and then to dinner.

 Much to the dismay of Spencer, which besides being an academic genius, did not have any talent when it came to sports. If it wasn't for the scientific evidence, he would pretty much argue that he was born without the ability to balance himself, so any activity that demanded that skill was his worst nightmare.

"C'mon, spence, I can convince the team to go to your favorite restaurant after!" You said to Spencer over the phone, after he said that he was not going. 

"I don't know… you know I hate sports, I'll probably just fall and annoy you guys" 

"I'll teach you, and you know you won't annoy us. Also, we really miss you." You say, in reality wanting to say "I miss you" but scared that Spencer might pick up on your hidden feelings. 

He reluctantly agreed to go, but he was super nervous about it, scared that he would embarrass himself in front of his friends, or more importantly, in front of you. 

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It now was the day you and the team had agreed on going ice skating, you put on your cute winter clothes and head out to the rink.

" Hey everyone, missed you guys so much!!" You say, getting close to the group that was standing at the entrance and greeting them all 

"Hi honey, you look stunning" Garcia says pulling you to a hug

"Thank you pen" You say, smiling to her. "Hey spence, i did not actually believe you we're going to come here!" 

"Yeah, me either. But I decided to do some exposure therapy, actually did you guys know that it was idealized by Ivan Pavlov in the late 1800s as part of is conditioning experiments?" - Spencer says, doing his usual rambling that you found extremely adorable. 

"Alright pretty boy, enough lectures, let's get in the rink" Derek says, making the team laugh. 

Upon entering the place, you happily notice that besides you and the team, it was pretty much empty, giving you guys a chance to have fun without worrying about others. You guys all get your skates, and put them on. As soon as you guys step on the ice, you felt a hand holding your arm, you look over and see spencer that looked as if his life was in danger. 

"It's fine spence, try standing up right and walking a bit, I'll be here to hold you so you don't fall down" 

"Alright then, if I die, please make sure my books don't get mold" He says, trying to take a few steps, surprisingly he did not immediately fall down, which gave him a bit of confidence to try and actually skate, also wanting to look tough for you. "I think you don't need to hold me anymore, y/n" 

"You sure Spence? Alright then" You let go of his arm and take a few steps back, still keeping a close eye on him. 

Spencer was able to skate for a bit, but somehow he managed to stumble on his own feet, luckily since you were still close he tried to hold onto your arm, not so luckily, since you did not expect that, you both feel onto the ice. The whole team looked over to you guys, as you stood up and helped spencer to also get up. 

You both we're blushing as the team laughed at you guys

 "hey Reid, at least you fell onto a pretty girl, could be worse" Morgan said, tapping spencer's shoulder and laughing. 

That made you guys blush even harder. 

"Hey spence, you ok? " You say, feeling a bit guilty for making him do this 

"It's fine y/n, falling is part of the fun I guess" He said, not sure he meant it but happy that he got to spend time with you outside the office. 

You spent the next hour teaching Spencer, and honestly you could not be happier, he looked adorable. It was one of the best evenings you had in a long time, and it just made your silly workplace crush worse. You also paid for his favorite desert at the restaurant to thank him for giving it a chance.

[lostsyren]

love your fanfics on Rafe and Sofia! 😍👏😍👏 I was wondering if I could request something on how Rafe first met Sofia’s dad. There was a scene in S4 where her dad enters into her room but looks around before going inside to talk to Sofia. Idk but it makes me think her dad walked in on her and rafe once and that’s how he met him 😂💀

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{a/n: thank you sooo much for the kind words! i hope this is what you expected! i kinda got a bit carried away!}

{summary: rafe and sofia decide to go to her place for a change, but things don’t go to plan…}

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It was the day the furniture was being moved into Rafe’s new house– that meant Rafe and Sofia were left stranded.

He turned to face her as they stood on the lawn watching the U-Haul truck pull into the drive. “Why can’t we go to yours again?”

Sofia rolled her eyes– this was the third time he’d pestered her about it. “Because Rafe, my parents wouldn’t like it.”

“We’d just chill– it’ll all be PG 13 yeah?” He teased with a smile, giving her a little nudge.

Sofia scoffed but a small grin crept across her face.

“Fine. But you gotta sneak in from the back.”

So that’s how Rafe ended up teetering between the street and Sofia’s back-garden, throwing his leg over the rickety fence and landing with a quiet thud on the grass. It was still daytime so he didn’t even have the cover of darkness– he just loitered about, hoping to god none of her family would spot him.

His phone buzzed with a text from Sofia.

S: coast is clear

He let out a little chuckle, sprightly following Sofia’s instructions: Past the oak tree and the first door on the right.

With surveying eyes, he quickly made it there, Sofia opening the door straightaway, yanking him inside by the forearm.

“Woah somebody’s eager,” he smirked, enjoying the way he could rile her up so easily.

“Oh shush, my parents and my siblings are home so you have to be quiet ok?”

Rafe mimed zipping his lips, before he let his eyes roam her room. It was small but cozy, the sunlight filtering in through the floral lace curtains, her bed littered in fluffy pillows and a quilted throw, a cutesy vintage record player on the drawer. It was so Sofia– a mismatched assortment of pretty things. She was like that, he’d noticed, a collector– finding beauty in everything and treating nothing like it was worth something. He sometimes felt like one of her trinkets– the way she’d cherish him sometimes, even when he didn’t deserve it.

“I know you’re used to something a bit more grand,” Sofia mumbled, watching as he drank in her room, tone reserved.

“It’s cute, I like it.” He quickly said, smiling down at her.

“Yeah?” A bright grin spread across her face, making him suffuse with giddiness.

“Yeah.”

“Ok, sit down, let me show you the records I found at the thrift store the other day, in near perfect condition– I couldn’t believe someone just gave them away like that!” She gushed, tugging him by the wrists and gently nudging him to take a seat on her bed.

With a soft grin on his face, Rafe watched Sofia display her bounty, eyes glinting like shiny gems– they always did that when she got excited.

He really tried to focus on what she was saying, but she looked so damn beautiful, cast in the sunlight pooling in from her window, a sense of comfortability that he’d never seen her posses suddenly exuding out of her. This was her room, her little slice of the world, and here she was showing him. Rafe’s heart surged with pride.

Sofia abruptly stopped her rambling, “am I boring you? You can tell me if you’re bored.”

Rafe shook his head, stretching his arms out so they slung lazily around her hips as she stood looking down at him with a winsome expression.

“Never bored by you.” He pulled her down so she was sat in his lap, Sofia letting out a little gasp of shock, her arms flying around his neck.

“Rafe,” she warned, twisting around to make sure no one was outside her door.

“Just one kiss.” He murmured, breath tickling her chest.

“It’s never ends up being one kiss.”

Rafe smirked, his hands roaming up her shirt, massaging soft circles into her skin, as he met his lips with hers with a ravenous softness. Pulling away with a teasing grin, his stomach somersaulted at the image of Sofia trailing for more, her eyes lidded as if in a kiss-drunk haze.

“There…one kiss. We can stop now…”

Sofia rolled her eyes, “that’s not fair.”

“Your rules not mine baby.”

Sofia pushed him back onto her bed until she was left straddling him, Rafe intoxicated by her low breaths and wet lips.

“You better be quiet ok?” She whispered, resting her hands on his chest.

“You’re the one who ends making the most noise–“

“Shut up,” she playfully dismissed, before resuming their kisses, Rafe’s hands greedily running up and down the planes of her body.

They stayed like that for a while, Rafe savouring the way she took control, letting himself sink into her mattress, luxuriating in her velvety blankets and satin pillows that crowned his head.

But her movements soon became languorous and mellow, Sofia’s tell-tale sign she was beginning to get tired. Rafe then gripped her hips, flipping her on to her back in one swift yet gentle manoeuvre, their mouths still hooked by a kiss, until he was the one towering over her.

“God, you’re tired already?” He whispered against the sensitive spot on her neck, between his voracious kisses.

“No…” she lied, her swollen lips caught between her teeth as she simpered up at him, her eyes once again scintillating like diamonds.

“Didn’t take you for liar Sof,” he joked, as his hands traipsed lower, his hot palm pressed against her navel, making her squirm.

“You lied to me…PG 13? You look like you’re about two seconds away from making this an R rated feature.”

“Stop putting ideas in my head.”

Rafe kissed her again, breathlessly, hungrily, inhaling every little noise she made.

He was so enamoured by her lithe body moving up to graze his, lost in their idyllic stupor, glorying in the sensation of her feathery fingers skimming his midriff– he didn’t even realise what made Sofia scramble away from him.

He moved off her quickly, following her eye line to the doorway.

Shit. It was her dad.

“Pinche cabrón,” he yelled, in what Rafe presumed was a curse, striding across the small gap between the bed and the door, grabbing Rafe by the collar of his shirt and yanking him up to his feet.

“No dad stop!” Sofia interceded, clumsily pulling her father’s hands off of her boyfriend.

He let go, leaving Rafe standing between Sofia and her father, silently praying to god the ground would open up beneath his feet and swallow him whole. He regretted ever pestering Sofia to let him go to her place.

“¿Qué crees que estás haciendo, niñita?” He groused, question directed to Sofia but gaze still firmly affixed on to Rafe, who began to swelter under his scrutiny.

Rafe opened his mouth, tongue like sandpaper, throat all dry, “I’m so sorry sir–“

“You shut up, I am talking to my daughter.”

“Dad, this is Rafe, remember I told you about him?” Sofia tried to alleviate the tension, her tone imploring and meditative.

Her dad’s eyes narrowed, still harbouring a bitter distaste for the boy in front of him. “Sneaking him in like that? That’s not like you Sofia,” her dad chastised.

“It was my idea sir, don’t blame her–“

“Listen kid, you’re already getting on my nerves, so I’d suggest you zip it, yeah?”

“Yes sir.” Rafe shut up. He hated this, scared that her dad would beat him up or something– because that’s what fathers did, didn’t they? And he wouldn’t even be able to fight back since it was literally Sofia’s dad. A sharp pit lodged itself in his stomach at the reminder of his own father.

Sofia was saying something to placate him, and it seemed to be working. But Rafe was too overcome by his ambushing memories to comprehend the conversation.

Her dad nodded his head slowly, his previously stony eyes softening when he looked at his daughter. Rafe stirred with sadness, remembering how cold Ward’s gaze always was. (It was only on the steps of the plane did Rafe feel some semblance of warmth from his father’s eyes).

“Fine, but keep the door open, and I want you to stay for dinner Rafe, ok?”

Rafe was taken aback, his mouth dropping slightly, “dinner? Yeah of course I’d be honoured– thank you sir.”

“You’re lucky Sofia likes you,” he muttered, before turning to leave, making a show of keeping the door wide open. Once her dad was far enough away, Sofia collapsed back into bed, her hands shrouding her face.

“That was mortifying,” she mumbled.

“For you or for me? Your dad hates me now.”

“Yeah well you’re the one who started it– just one kiss, that worked out real well, didn’t it?”

“Hey you’re the one who jumped on top of me!”

Sofia rolled her yes, beginning to giggle quietly, until her laughs faded away, her eyes turning serious.

“He didn’t hurt you did he?” She asked, sitting up as Rafe took a seat opposite her on the chair instead of the bed, scared that her dad would return again unannounced, to check on them.

“No, I’m more embarrassed than anything– god, whose great idea was this?”

Sofia scoffed throwing a pillow at his face.

Rafe just chuckled, throwing it back at her softly so it wouldn’t hurt, “he wants me to stay for dinner? Really?”

“Of course,” Sofia soothed, leaning over to hold his hands in hers, “you don’t mind do you? I can make an excuse for you if you want to leave?” She murmured, almost embarrassed.

Rafe’s fingers tightened around her own, “of course I want to stay.”

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable…I know your family wasn’t the greatest.” Her voice lowered, resembling silk that wrapped around his throat. He held back a choked sob, feeling exposed. Naked.

“I’ll be fine, you’ll be there.” He tried to smile, but it came off as a grimace.

“I promise they’ll love you.” Sofia assured sweetly, shaking his hands with her vow.

Rafe fidgeted at the funny feeling that pooled in his abdomen– love. It was such an alien concept to him. He loved his father. He loves Sofia. But he wondered who loved him?

Glancing toward Sofia’s consoling visage, he finally smiled easily, assuaged by her opiating essence. She loved him…he tried to ignore his morbid past he kept under wraps, pushing it to the deepest trenches of his heart. That wasn’t him– this was. The man he’d become around Sofia. At least that’s what he told himself.

Sofia lifted his hands with her own, bringing Rafe’s knuckles to her lips and brushing a soft kiss against his rough skin, “it’ll be ok.”

Rafe nodded, letting his anxiety melt away at her touch, “ok, I trust you.”

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Dinner time rolled round quickly, Sofia leading him to the kitchen, Rafe trailing behind like lost puppy. He felt like he was taking up too much space in their house, everything already so bustling and enclosed.

Her mom was in the kitchen, stirring something that smelled amazing whilst her siblings were scattered everywhere. One was watching TV in the living room, another was running about in her little fairy wings and the last one was helping her dad fix a broken shelf.

Rafe smiled at the havoc, being reminded of dinner time at Tannyhill where him, Sarah and Wheezie would rile Rose up, before being on their best behaviour when Ward came out of the study.

He missed it.

Sometimes it got lonely in that big house of his– if it wasn’t for Sofia, Rafe sometimes thought he’d go insane.

“Sorry about all the chaos,” Sofia said sheepishly, turning around with an apologetic smile.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s nice.” That’s all he could say? Nice?

But Sofia took no notice of his scarce vocabulary, instead leading him to the dining table and telling him to take a seat.

“Wait where you going?” He asked when she didn’t take a seat beside him.

“Just in the kitchen to help out my mom, I’ll be back in a bit yeah, just relax.” She squeezed his shoulder placatingly.

So Rafe tried to do that, relax, tapping his fingers restlessly against the hardwood table. His gaze continually strayed to Sofia in the kitchen, but she was too busy getting the food ready to meet his eyes. Her little sister whizzed about the room, flapping her arms as she pretended to fly, Rafe recalling Wheezie doing the same thing when she was kid. His heart stirred with an aching nostalgia.

Sofia’s little sister eventually took notice of the strange man sitting at their dining table, stopping still in her tracks, before nervously approaching him, shrugging off her fairy wings as if she was embarrassed. Rafe offered her a smile and a friendly wave, trying his best not to appear scary or intimidating. But it was hard to do when was 6,2 with a buzz cut– and apparently he had a resting-scary face, that’s what Sofia had told him– whatever that meant.

And he was notoriously bad with kids, never knowing what to do or say around them. They always ended up crying because of him or running away from him, so the nerves began to quickly inundate Rafe when the little girl came and sat right next to him.

“Hello,” he greeted, mind blank.

“Hi.” Her eyes wandered about the room, occasionally lingering on Rafe’s face, when she thought he couldn’t see.

“So what’s your name?” Rafe asked, scratching the back of his neck.

“Isla.”

“That’s a pretty name.” He realised he was quickly running out of conversation starters.

“Are you Sofia’s boyfriend?” She suddenly asked, blunt as a rock.

He laughed nervously, beginning to feel hot, “yeah I am.”

How was a 10 years old making him this anxious?

“Isla, I hope you’re being nice to our guest,” Sofia’s voice suddenly saved him from the awkward silence.

“She was being wonderful,” Rafe said, giving Isla a playful smile, one which she actually reciprocated this time round– it made his heart swell with warmth.

Soon the table was set and everyone took their seats. On one side of Rafe sat Isla, and on the other was Sofia, her parents on either end of the table, the two other kids opposite them. Their names were Anita and Luca, Rafe learnt.

Sofia’s mom had made some sort of meat stew with beans and rice that looked delicious and smelled even better. Rafe wasn’t used to home cooked meals– Rose or Ward never cooked and he could barely remember his mom’s cooking. The thought sent ripples of sadness through him, which he endeavoured to push past.

“Thank you Mrs Flores,” Rafe nodded his head in gratitude, trying his best to make a good first impression on Sofia’s mom at least.

“I tried to make it not too hot for you– Sofia told me you couldn’t handle spice.”

“Mama,” Sofia whispered, glancing at Rafe in chagrin.

Rafe kicked her gently under the table– it was true, he couldn’t handle spice but she didn’t need to embarrass him like that.

“Oh she’s just making fun, I love spicy food.” He lied, giving her mom a flashing smile.

They all got to eating, Anita and Luca bickering between mouthfuls of rice, Mrs Flores constantly having to remind Isla to finish her food, and Mr Flores glancing ever so often between his daughter and Rafe, trying his best to remain poker faced.

The first few spoonfuls were fine, probably the best thing Rafe had eaten in a long time, but soon the spice began to build up, hitting the back of his throat. He tried his best not to cough but that just made it worse, his oesophagus feeling like it was on fire.

“Baby drink some water,” Sofia whispered beside him, noticing him silently struggle. Anita and Luca seemed to notice too, and soon began to chitter with barely concealed giggles.

“Cállate,” Sofia hissed, whilst Rafe just tried to survive.

“So Rafe, Sofia tells me you’ve moved house recently.” Her dad began, paying no heed to the commotion around the table, as if he was used to it.

Rafe took a long sip of water before his answer, “yeah actually, thought it was about time.”

“And you’re a property developer?”

Rafe just nodded, taking down another gulp of water.

Sofia was still squabbling with Anita and Luca and Isla has gotten distracted, beginning to make a tower of mashed up rice.

“How do you feel about those new rezoning laws– must mean business is booming for you right?”

“Dad.” Sofia clipped warily, suddenly honing into the conversation.

“Well I personally haven’t rezoned anything, but a couple of people have started.”

“Hmn,” Mr Flores hummed, taking another forkful of food. Rafe was glad he’d left it at that– business talk never led to anywhere good. He recalled countless arguments between him and Ward over the business at the dinner table– arguments he’d never get to have again, he realised with a bitter afterthought.

Mrs Flores thankfully changed the conversation, asking if Rafe liked the stew and if he’d ever had Mexican food before.

And before Rafe knew it, dinner was over, the kids all rushing to the kitchen to deposit their plates and go back to their games and TV, leaving Rafe to say his thank yous and goodbyes.

“Thanks for dinner, I appreciate it.” He said.

“Of course Rafe, anytime.” Mrs Flores smiled.

Sofia’s dad gave him a reserved nod of the head, letting his daughter see him out.

Once they reached the front door, Rafe let his body relax, a deep sigh escaping his chest.

Sofia giggled seeing his pent up stress, “see I told you it’d be fine.”

“Fine? You forgot to mention the spice, I was dying there– at least your siblings were entertained.” He joked.

“Oh stop being a baby.”

The two stood in the doorway, faces stuck in a lingering smile.

“I had fun, thank you Sofia,” Rafe finally said, tone sincere.

“No– thank you for staying, you didn’t have to but you did…that means a lot to me.”

That funny feeling began to rouse in his chest again– the sickening sentiment of being appreciated.

“Well I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?” He said, rubbing a palm across the nape of his neck.

“Yeah, see you then.” Sofia tiptoed up to press a kiss against his lips, Rafe letting himself melt into her body, his hands planted on her waist.

“I’m scared your dad is going to interrupt us again.” He whispered against her mouth.

Sofia laughed softly, “yeah we’re never doing that again.”

Rafe left Sofia’s house, a strange sensation of floating settling over him. For a brief moment it felt like he was a part of a family again, his body consumed by a warmth he didn’t knew still lived inside him.

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[limabean42]

I SAW your embarrassment nsfw hcs… can you make one for anxiety as well? With a afab partner (gn is fine if ur uncomfy with that) pls take ur time 😋

♡Anxiety first time smut and general NSFW headcanons♡

Woooo I love Anxiety so much she consumes my every thought not even lying, I want her so bad. Anxiety please marry me I love you more than anything. This one also reads like a oneshot/headcanon combo. Also two posts in one day :0

Thanks for requesting <3

Reader is afab/has female anatomy; this is straight up smut but it gets to be more mild near the end; dominant reader; oral sex

MDNI

Spice level 🌶️: hot and explicit, like way hotter than I was intending it to be. I hope that’s ok

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• You both would have to be dating a while for the thought to even cross her mind

• When it does, I bet you can guess what happens

• She overthinks everything

• Not only is she worried about doing sexual activities for the first time but how it will happen

• She hasn’t the slightest clue on how to proceed with anything sexual

• She doesn’t know if you want her to be on top or bottom, or how to preform

• Once you bring up the idea to her she’s honestly relieved because she doesn’t have to burden this worry alone anymore

• “I’m so glad you brought this up. I’ve been thinking about it constantly.” she sighed in relief

• She then became hyperaware of what she just said and realized she sounded like she’s been constantly nonstop horny this entire time, “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not a pervert I’ve just been worried about how we’ll have sex… if we do at all I mean. We don’t have to.”

• You’re used to her rambling awkward behavior so you just giggle and comfort her

• Before you two actually have sex for the first time you have a long chat

• The purpose of this chat was for Anxiety to relieve some anxiety about the situation that’s going to happen soon

• Of course she asked a ton of questions like what she should do to make you feel good, how it gets started, and if she should top or bottom for the first time

• You said whatever comes naturally for her and whenever you both are in the mood

• She felt a little better but realized the best way to not stress about the situation was to do it and learn from experience

• Surprisingly you two didn’t talk about it for the next few days. She was initially expecting to do it that day or the next, but she did still need some time to process

• One day while she was in her massage chair after almost having another panic attack her mind started to wander to dirty territories

• She thought of you kissing her and all the noises you’d make

• She thought of caressing your body and how soft you’d feel as she grasped you tightly in her hands

• She thought of your fingers caressing her chilled body and slipping inside her

• At this point she was in her own fantasy world, becoming increasingly in the mood to finally have you all to herself

• Anxiety’s eyes drifted to the control panel. All the emotions including you were there, too intrigued with what was going on to realize her daydreaming. Too busy to realize the growing wetness between her legs

• Her eyes drifted to you and lingered there. She began to think again. What would your cute face contort to once she made you cum? Would you be loud, quiet, or somewhere in between?

• Suddenly she wasn’t nervous anymore, just horny. That’s how she knew it was showtime

• Anxiety got up from her chair. It was time for something else to make her feel good

• She walked toward you and grabbed your hand suddenly, leading you to her bedroom

• You were surprised before you realized where you were going. You smirked

• Anxiety sat you down on her bed and stood between your legs as she went in for a kiss

• She mewled into it and you were pushed down onto the bed, laying on your back

• You reached up and grabbed her waist under her shirt

• She made a noise that sounded like a mixture of a squeal and a moan

• It sounded so hot. You had to have her now

• You flipped her over so that she was below you

• While you continued to kiss, you reached your hand under her sweater again and up to grab her petite tits

• “Oh fuck” she muttered impulsively and then covered her mouth with both hands after realizing what she said

• “It’s okay, let me take care of you. Let all your words out.” You respond as you put your head under her sweater and start kissing her torso up and down

• Anxiety let out a few breathy moans. This felt better than she anticipated

• You lifted her arms up and dragged her sweater over her head, revealing her bare chest

• Truth is, Anxiety is pretty insecure. Even about her appearance

• She didn’t think she was the most attractive emotion out there and sometimes found it hard to believe you thought she was beautiful the same way she thinks you are beautiful

• So when you lift off her sweater her arms cover her chest while her hands shield her embarrassed face from you

• “It’s okay Anxiety, you’re amazing.” you responded to her gesture, bringing your lips down to encompass her nipple

• “Thank you. You are too.” She stuttered out, gripping your hair

• Her breath is shaky as you continue sucking, switching from one breast to the other

• You trailed more kisses down her torso and stop at her pants. You unzip them and pull everything down to reveal her downstairs area

• Anxiety squirmed as you used your middle and pointer finger to spread her folds

• “Cute” you commented

• Even though it was a subtle remark it made her insides clench

• You put a finger inside her and started moving slowly

• She squirmed so you held her down with your other hand as you started moving your finger quicker in and out of her tight insides

• That’s when you discovered she’s pretty loud in bed

• After she was even more soaked from you fingering her, you decided to eat her out

• If you thought she was loud before then you’re in for a sweet treat

• There’s no possible way the others didn’t hear her from rooms away

• Both of you were enjoying yourselves though. Too caught up in passion to even care what was going on outside the bedroom walls

• You sucked on her delicate clit. She almost screamed

• “Oh my fuck y/n please it feels so good keep going ohmhyfuck I love you I love you so much fuck don’t stop!”

• You continued until she announced she was about to cum

• “Ah y/n I think something’s happening I feel like I’m going to pee it feels so good though don’t stop baby!”

• The pressure buildup finally released and she came with a high pitched squeal. Her whole body was shaking and she was pulsating

• “Let me take care of you now.” She managed to mutter, still recovering from her orgasm

• Before you could even move she was pulling you on top of her face. She practically ripped your bottoms off and moaned and she saw your wet pussy

• “Please use me however you want.” She looked up at you and began to gently lick and suck your clit

• You threw your head back and began using her face

• You were about to cum a couple minutes later

• You grabbed the edge of the bed with one hand and her hair with the other,1 riding her face

• She couldn’t breath well but she was too busy lapping your pussy to care

• When you came she let out her biggest moan yet, almost as if she had cum again just from pleasuring you

• You collapsed on the bed next to her, catching your breath

• You praised her for doing such a good job and she confessed that she did in fact cum again when you did

• “You just looked so euphoric how could I not?” she added

• You two cleaned each other up in the bathroom and went back to bed to cuddle and nap

• In general she’s a very willing partner in bed

• She’ll try almost anything with you as long as it isn’t too far out of her comfort zone

• Doesn’t usually use nicknames for you unless she’s really close

• She’s a switch but usually submissive in both roles. So she’s either a service top or a regular subby bottom. However, maybe something could trigger her to be more dominant on her own one day

• Prefers you to take the lead no matter if you’re topping or bottoming

• Lives for your pleasure and drives to entice praises out of you

• She loves being praised, it gives her the right amount of reinforcement

• The more she’s praised, the more freaky and bold she gets

• Not the type to initiate dirty talk but she’d try if you were saying naughty things to her first

• You know how she has those cute squealing moments in the movie?

• Well I think this goes without saying, but she squeals when she cums

• Also squeaks and squeals when you toss her around

• Likes leaving her socks on during sex

• Curls her toes when she cums

• Is a master with her fingers. Y’all have seen her at the control panel

• You guys invest in a strap on

• That’s a conversation for another day though 🫣

• Likes when you pet her head afterward as she lays on you

• Sometimes she gets an overwhelming euphoric feeling after you two are done and starts crying because she loves you so much

• You wipe her tears away and give her kisses

• Her favorite position would be missionary cause she likes the intimacy of it and being close to you

• She’s mostly vanilla. She wants to try all the basic sex stuff before she explores more kinky concepts

• She will get there eventually though

• Makes a checklist of every kink she’s willing to try and checks them off like immediately after you two are done trying them

• Overall, she’s very soft and servicing once she gets in the horny headspace. Just wants to pleasure you forever <3

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Thanks for reading! Might have to mark this one as mature later cause sheesh I didn’t expect to make it this spicy. It seems like with each nsfw I write it gets more and more spicy. Anyway, hope you enjoyed :)

[mqriuss]

kpop idol au yuzuha x fem idol!reader (Part 2)

jesus christ there's not a lot of you but i expected like two people to read my rambling BUT IM GLAD THE FEW OF YOU THAT READ IT ACTUALLY LIKED THE KPOP IDOL YUZUHA so here's more !!

part 1

i can't keep calling the character's members of your group/your group member/yuzuha's group members, so we need to give them names!!!

... i sat here for like 5 minutes i can't think of group names SO let's just move on to member's names lmao (feel free to give me group name ideas!)

your group members:

you

eunjung

sunhee

miyoung

hyunjae

yuzuha's group members:

yuzuha

haeun

haejung

yunhee

kyungmi

ok now that that's out of the way

your fans love it when you and yuzuha's groups make a comeback at the same time cuz that means they get sooo much interactions during the promotion era.

like music shows are so fun. the fans and shippers are so well fed bc you and yuzuha are (suspiciously) close with each other, the amount of photos and videos you have together are endless. and i haven't watched these in a while but you know when idols like vlog themselves for their youtube channel? yeah, best believe yuzuha will always appear on your group's channel and vice versa.

"oh, and there's y/n," sunhee says, panning the camera over to you. you were eating a snack while getting your hair done before your performance. looking over to the camera sunhee held, you did a little wave. then someone else's head pops into view, "yuzuha is here too for some reason," sunhee snickers, knowing exactly why she's here.

"hey, guys! lemme borrow y/n for a sec, okay?" yuzuha grins, waving at the camera.

username01: sunhee sounds like she knows something we dont

→ username02 replied: it's like i can hear her smile from behind the camera lmao

also, don't forget the tiktok challenges! with every comeback, each of your group's fans are always always expecting the two of you to make tiktoks with each other's new songs.

username01: chat it's been days why haven't we gotten a single y/nzuha tiktok challenge

username02: if we don't get y/nzuha doing each others' tiktok chalenges i will seriously end it all

username03: my theory is that y/n and yuzuha fought over something so it's taking them long to make a tiktok

→ username04 replied: NO WAY they were interacting just fine on the recent show

→ username05: you may never know, idols are good at faking smiles

yet here you sat with yuzuha on the inkigayo stairs, laughing together when she showed you the comments your desperate fans were making.

"oh my god, you're right! they literally expect it from us now," you say in between laughs. it's no wonder this was how fans reacted—i mean, you two were always one of the first to post tiktok challenges. so you purposely tried to mess with the fans by giving them absolutely no content this time around to see if they'll notice.

and like, what were you expecting? of course they'll notice!

y/nzuha shippers are the worst because they genuinely feel like their ship is real. like gayer and realer than any other kpop ship out there, and you and yuzuha feed into it so much. even though you were rivals, this shipping thing is actually beneficial to both of your groups. almost all of your group's fans are also fans of yuzuha's group and vice versa bc of your ship. your duo with yuzuha is even more popular than the duos in your respective groups.

ok anyways, so you and yuzuha finally get up and decide to make some tiktoks together and you decided—after depriving your fans of y/nzuha content, you were going to release ALL the tiktoks you made that day. two of them were your group's respective tiktok challenges, then there was like one thirst trap, two of the tiktoks were like those couple trends—yes your fans went crazy and that is an understatement, and then another random tiktok dance challenge.

username01: they disappear for days AND THEY COME BACK WITH A FEAST

username02: y/nzuha nation, how does it feel to suffer from success?

username03: what the FUCK i was literally just talking about y/nzuha doing this chalenge AND THEY ACTUALLY DID IT... y/n or yuzuha has got to be my oomfs

→ username04 replied: y/n is more likely to be oomf methinks

username05: Y/NZUHA THIRST TRAPPING ON THE OFFICIAL ACCOUNTS SOMEBODY HOLD MY HAND

both you and yuzuha lurk on social media a lot and it's to see the fans reactions to basically anything, you're both hardworking idols—seeing what the fans like and absolutely milking it—in this case, y/nzuha. it's just a cute thing at first like "aw look, yuzuha and y/n used to be on that traumatizing survival show and they're still hanging out and really good friends."

and then it started getting serious like you weren't just a duo anymore, you're a ship. well, you have been since the survival show but with your debuts, you both started getting more fans and as a result, more shippers.

the both of you just look at each other, already plotting different ways to make fans go crazy. your managers had to stop you guys from posting a really really suggestive thirst trap one time, even your members have to give you guys warnings every now and then like you two better cool it!

you also have known for a while now that views aren't really authentic anymore in the kpop industry because of the streaming stuff. your rivalry with her doesn't really show when they announce winners at a music show. but your fans do get a bit of nostalgia when you guys post content together.

username01: this video of yuzuha and y/n is literally just them trying to outsing each other

→ username02 replied: if they ended up in a group together, we could've gotten another girls generation song where every vocalist outsings the other

→ username03 replied: ACTUALLY THO cant we just merge their groups? can they collab already?

or like you know how sometimes, you don't see idols putting in that much energy into each other's tiktok challenges? (no shade btw)

yeah, that could never be you and yuzuha. in every video, fans have noticed you guys have to glance at each other while dancing. giving looks that say "i'm doing your choreo better than you are."

oh your rivalry would also show in variety shows. there isn't really any room for rivalry in terms of music and popularity 'cause you can hardly control how fans view you and if anything, you both are always so supportive of each other's careers. so when you get a chance to go against yuzuha, you take the damn chance.

variety shows are definitely nostalgic for the fans 'cause you two refuse to team up with each other for games unless you were assigned to the same team. fans eat it up so much, there would be so many clips going around on tiktok, instagram and twitter.

while we're on the topic of rivalry, ISAC is a big day for y/nzuha nation.

when everyone finds out yuzuha was the head of the kyūdō club in high school, they're immediately expecting her to win in archery. but you practiced longg and hard to go against her.

now imagine the fans reactions when they find out yuzuha herself helped you train for ISAC lmfaooo

i think that's all the rambling i have for now but here's a bonus: new fans or non-fans of your groups mistake your ship name for y/n x kazuha of le sserafim instead of yuzuha and it's the funniest day on twitter ever. y/nzuha stans attacking them for not knowing it's yuzuha and all 💀

you share a selfie with kazuha after that day for funsies. let's just say, you kinda... sorta... maybe started a little fanwar. but y/n x yuzuha shippers aren't the only ones getting a little jealous. :)

[kindlespark]

this is gonna be SO long and rambly sorry anyway i saw a post abt how babel does queer characters and it got me thinking abt why the tropes it uses would usually turn me off other stories but didn’t here

MAJOR BABEL SPOILERS //

i feel like i’d be more mad abt how robinramy ended up in babel if it marketed itself as queer lit at all or if its fans were going “WOW AMAZING QUEER REP” abt it. but no one told me any of that, so finding out they were gay was just a fun little bonus surprise to me. i get why ppl are eh abt robinramy not getting together/technically still being subtext (which i dont think is really true btw like the book literally says “robin was falling in love” but idk i guess if you were stupid you might’ve assumed that it was falling in love with oxford given how romantic some of the other language is (WHICH IS ALSO THE POINT bc i think robin’s friendship with ramy blurring into romance is why he romanticised like all his friendships/experiences in oxford BUT IM GETTING OFF-TOPIC)). i just think robin’s repression abt being gay was intrinsically tied to his attitudes on imperialism (wrt refusing to acknowledge anything that complicated his life until it was too late) and i don’t consider it a cop out or queerbait. like i genuinely don’t think robinramy could ever have gotten together without drastic alterations being made in terms of plot and character. plus i think it’s clear that kuang didn’t want to write a story with any kind of focus on romance at all, because it’s not that kind of book. there’s no successful het romance either, so it grates a lot less. the only reason romance is included at all is to show the ways in which white entitlement manifests. so the tragic way robinramy played out just made sense to me.

and i speak as someone who accidentally spoiled myself on You Know What in the middle of reading and i was like ugghh boooo dreading it the whole time expecting to roll my eyes when it happened but then when it did i was like. wow im actually not that mad LMFAO 😭😭😭 actually thematically the book sets it up so well that i believed that this was unfortunately the only way it could’ve gone. babel is about the loss and tragedy and grief that colonised people experience. it’s about the lengths people will go to to uphold empire and the lengths ppl will go to to tear it down like idk 😭 i guess it is bury your gays but it didnt bother me this time because i thought it fit thematically ❤��� i enjoy tragedy as a genre a lot and i would’ve made it gay anyway you know. thanks rf kuang for doing it for me so i didnt have to.

WHICH IS ALL TO SAY that i guess if you’re going into babel for the queer rep without appreciating that the story is fundamentally a tragedy it would feel like it’s just reusing tired tropes….. but i think the choices kuang made were rly deliberate and not in a way that feels like trauma porn or shock value. the book is fundamentally about the struggles of poc so the layer of queerness that was introduced felt like a subtle extension of the experiences of characters of colour in the book, and i enjoyed and related to it as a queer chinese person who kind of realised they had to prioritise their fight for the liberation of poc over queerness mainly because the idea of western queer liberation cannot be dissociated from imperialism and many aspects of homophobia as we know it was an export of christian european empire into our colonised countries in the first place and FUCK THIS IS A WHOLE OTHER TANGENT ABOUT HOW I THINK RAMY AS A CHARACTER IS EMBLEMATIC OF THE TENSION AND STRUGGLE THAT QUEER POC DIASPORA HAVE BETWEEN OUR IDENTITIES GODDAMNIT OK FORGET IT POST CANCELLED i just rly think babel’s handling of queer characters is fine and makes sense and i like it personally and maybe i will make a coherent analysis about it one day but that day is not today byeeeeeee

[theygotlost]

WELL....... warmduscher was......... that was most "well THAT just happened 😳😂" show ive ever been to. where do i begin

the band played all the instrumentals just fine so you could tell which song it supposed to be but the frontman was DEFINITELY on something or probably a combination of things. he never actually performed the real words to anything he was just kind of rambling a bunch of gibberish and kept handing the mic to random audience members as if he expected them to sing for him. he tried to crowd surf a few times but everyone immediately dumped him back onto the stage. AND he kept pulling up his shirt and rubbing his nipples and making jerking off motions and inviting audience members to slap his belly which was EXTREMELY WEIRD and uncomfortable.

about halfway through he straight up DISAPPEARED BACKSTAGE AND DIDNT COME BACK and left his poor backup singer to do the whole show himself?!?!?!? the backup guy and the rest of the band did great though so no complaints there. the good thing about warmduscher is theyve got some funky beats so it was still good to dance to

everyone else in the audience seemed to be having a really good time so I was like ok i guess this is a vibe? a lot of them seemed way more hammered than necessary and they kept trying to mosh to songs that werent really moshable and the floor was covered in so many spilled drinks that it was dangerously slippery and people kept falling over. then after the frontman left a guy from the audience launched himself onto the stage and was running around knocking stuff over and attempted a stage dive but nobody wanted to catch him so he just ate shit and landed on then nasty nasty ground face first.

i forged a bond with the girl next to me cause the whole time we were looking at each other like "WTF IS GOING ON?!" and she was also an enthusiatic dancer so we were shmoving together. afterward a guy in the parking lot asked me what I thought of the show and i said "that was really weird honestly" and he said "was that supposed to be the lead singer? i had no idea who these guys were. I just came cause tickets were $20. are they canadian?"

by definition i would say this was a Bad Concert but I mostly had "fun..."?! this will certainly go down in austin concert history as one of the most noteworthy ones thats sure

[gingiesworld]

Family is Forever

Chapter Ten

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst. Fluff

Taglist: @fxckmiup @ginnsbaker @gb12d @angrywhisperslove @louxbloom @casquinhaa @natashamaximoff-69 @wizardofstories @canvascoloredin @wandanats-goodgirl @forthelesbians @the-ox-fan20 @marvelogic

18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda sat with the stick in her hands, looking over the two lines, willing for the other to disappear. Both Y/N and Wanda are still seniors in college and they are beyond unprepared to be parents.

"What's wrong?" Nat questioned as she entered the room, drying her hair.

"I'm pregnant." Wanda whispered, fear evident in her eyes. "And I'm scared."

"It will be fine Wanda." Nat tried to reassure her. "Y/N will be there with you, every step of the way."

"How do you know that!" Wanda asked her. "We never really discussed about kids, or marriage even."

"Do you love them?" Nat questioned her as Wanda stopped pacing.

"With everything I am." Wanda told her. "They are the one person who I see my future with."

"And I know they feel the exact same way Wanda." Nat told her tenderly. "I have seen the way they look at you. The amount of love they have in their heart just for you." She wrapped her arms around her best friend. "And I know you will be ok. Y/N will never leave you and I am sure they will be happy about this."

Wanda hoped that Nat was right, but she never expected Y/N to get out a pad and a calculator, muttering estimations of bills and other things.

"Y/N?" Wanda tried as Y/N rubbed their brow, the crinkles on their forehead as they soon looked up at her.

"I don't." They spoke as Wanda approached them. "I guess I can leave college and get a job. Put you on my health insurance."

"I'm still on my parents." Wanda stated as Y/N shook their head no.

"The hospital bills are going to be a lot Wanda, I still have my inheritance and trust fund to help pay for a better premium." They told her as she moved to sit on their lap, their hands instantly wrapping around her. "I don't want your parents to spend all of their money on these appointments and then the baby will also go on the premium when it's born." They looked up at Wanda as she gazed at them. "We will be fine Wanda, the first year or so may be a little rocky but we will get through it."

"We will." Wanda whispered. "And we will finish college. We have a few months left and the baby won't be due until around Halloween."

"We will be fine." They kissed her tenderly before gazing in her green irises. "Marry me."

"What?" Wanda laughed which soon died down as she noticed their serious expression. "You can't be serious?"

"I am serious." They told her. "I want to be able to call you my wife, besides you are the mother of my baby. So marry me."

"Y/N." Wanda whispered as her eyes stung with unshed tears.

"I love you Wanda, I am so in love with you and I know I want this. Us." They rambled. "I know this isn't exactly the most orthodox proposal but I know I want this. I want all of this." Y/N soon pushed her gently from their lap, Wanda watched as they looked through the small box in their closet. "This was my mom's ring. My dad proposed to her with it and I always admired it. I know this may not be the one you want but it will be a place holder until I can get you a new one."

"This one is perfect Y/N." Wanda beamed as Y/N took her left hand. "I will cherish it for the rest of our lives."

Wanda sat beside Y/N, it had been a couple of days and they still hadn't woke. Wanda played with her wedding and the engagement ring as her eyes never left them.

"You know your dad was furious when you told us about the pregnancy." Iryna told Wanda as she handed her daughter a coffee. "He wanted to kill them for getting his baby pregnant."

"I knew it." Wanda told her. "He seemed like his head was going to explode but you kept him at bay."

"Well, we were in the same situation when we were having you and your brother." Iryna told her. "I guess he never wanted to see you go through the struggles we did but Y/N made sure you were all set."

"They did." Wanda whispered as she wiped her eyes. "I just, I guess I lost sight of all of the sacrifices they made for our little family."

"They did." Iryna nodded. "Even when they came to us, they wanted our help in opening other accounts, transferring a majority of their inheritance to an account for you."

"What? I thought they were paying for the life insurance with that." Wanda questioned as Iryna nodded.

"But they got a few salary raises over the years and they wanted to buy the house for you and the boys. They wanted to give you an opportunity to follow your dream." She told her. "They were going to tell you on your birthday but everything blew out of proportion with the divorce and everything."

"I don't want a divorce." Wanda whispered as she glanced back at Y/N. "I don't want them to live in a different apartment. I just don't want to be apart from them any longer than we have."

"That's ok." She smiled. "When they wake, tell them. Tell them everything."

"I will." Wanda nodded as she rested her head on her mom's shoulder.

"The twins have been badgering your dad and Pietro about seeing Y/N." Iryna told her.

"I'm sorry I never told them." Wanda whispered as Iryna shook her head. "I just didn't want to leave them. I didn't want something to happen while I am not here."

"It's ok." She reassured her. "Pietro and your dad were there for them."

"Maybe tomorrow they can come for a while." Wanda confirmed. "It may be nice for them to hear the boys voices."

"It will." Iryna nodded in agreement. The next day rolled around, the twins had barely slept after recieving the news of their O'pa.

Pietro led them into the room, where Wanda remained as she waited for them to wake up. As soon as Billy saw them in the bed, the wires and machines attached to them.

"Hey, they're going to be ok." Pietro reassured him. "They're just sleeping while their body heals."

"Come on." Wanda held her arms open for him, Billy moved reluctantly before sitting on Wanda's lap. Hugging her tightly as they reluctantly looked at Y/N.

"I never wanted them to get hurt." Billy whispered as Wanda kissed his head.

"No one wanted this Billy." Wanda spoke softly. "But unfortunate circumstances happen and they are in the best place." Wanda told the twins. "Maybe tell them about what they have missed, what you have done in school."

Tommy was the one who started to talk about everything and anything as Wanda watched him with a smirk on her face. Billy sat with his head in Wanda's neck as he listened to him.

"Please wake up." Tommy whispered as he noticed he wasn't getting any form of reaction from him. "We can't lose you. We need you here." Wanda gestured for her brother to take them.

"Let's go and get a McDonalds." He told the two who only nodded as Wanda mouthed a thank you. "Do you want me to send you something here?" He asked her as the twins grabbed their coats.

"I'm fine, thank you." She told him softly before she kissed the twins heads before Pietro pulled her in for a tight embrace, kissing her temple.

"They will wake up." He told her firmly. "Y/N would never truly leave you." Wanda smiled as he led the twins out of the room. Sighing as she sat in the seat she had claimed as her own. Taking their hand as she looked up at their face.

"Tommy is right." She whispered as a tear escaped. "We need you to wake up. I need you to wake up Y/N. I want to see that goofy smile on your face. I just." She sighed as she kept her eyes on them, watching for any sign. "I love you Y/N and I am so fucking stupid." She rested her head on the bed beside them as she let her tears fall,

"I love you." They spoke hoarsely. "More than you will ever know."

"Y/N?" Wanda's head snapped up to see Y/N staring back into her eyes. "Oh my god." She gasped as she caressed their face. "I need a doctor." She whispered as she pressed the emergency button. The doctor soon racing inside to do their checks before leaving the two alone. "I'm so happy right now." She whispered as she ran her hand through their hair.

"I'm sorry." They whispered as Wanda looked at them confused. "I was trying to get there and everything just happened so fast."

"It's ok." Wanda told them. "You're alive and that is all that matters." She kissed their lips tenderly, lightly cupping their cheek as she pulled away. "I don't want us to be apart. Not anymore."

"I never wanted to be apart from you or the boys." They confessed. "I hated it. Being in that apartment, I just couldn't sleep or eat knowing that the one person who was my whole future was no longer mine."

"I will always be yours Y/N." She whispered as she smiled tenderly. "Always."

[wannaeatramyeon]

ur stuff is so fun to read!! if its ok w u, could u do a taehoon x reader fic where theyre training together and taehoon goes a little too hard on reader? like reader gets upset bc they didnt expect taehoon to go so rough on them and then taehoon spends the rest of the day trying to make it up to them?? ;w; tysm if u do!! have a good one ★

tysm for reading and requesting anon! OF COURSE I CAN! There's a few requests for if X hurts their S/O or the reader. Y'all wanting that sympathy huh?

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Getting accidentally kicked

You had thought that if you were on the receiving end of a kick or a punch, you would be cursing with at least a handful of expletives on reflex. In a serious fight, preferably the adrenaline would flow and you would be able to give back as good as you got.

You had grossly overestimated yourself.

It turns out that, on the receiving end of one of Taehoon's kicks square in the stomach, it actually hurts so much that you cannot utter a sound, struggle to even catch your breath. Bending over double, collapsing to your knees, praying the waves of nausea will pass.

Strong, calloused hands grip you and hold you steady.

It also turns out that Taehoon cannot shut up. Your boyfriend, the sometimes silent but often offensive and deadly type, rambles on and on after the initial shock.

In hindsight, you're not sure which of you is more surprised at his reaction.

"Why the fuck didn't you block? You stupid dumbass. You should have stopped me. How the hell didn't you see that coming? Are you ok? I didn't know you were so weak. I barely even touched you, dipshit. Did I leave a bruise? Were you even paying attention? I didn't mean to hit you so hard. Are you alright? Ugh we shouldn't be sparring, I was worried this would happen!"

Insults and concern all rolling into one big ball of frustration.

And then the waterworks start. You couldn't help it. The pain and Taehoon being so in your face. It's overwhelming. And honestly? Did it also hurt that bastard to hold back a little.

Taehoon absolutely panics. Sure, he's seen you cry before but not because of him hurting you.

Panic leads to your boyfriend not being able to leave you alone. At all.

You don't know whether it starts annoying you or Taehoon first.

Initially, it was fine. You were the one that got the sympathy attention. You didn't mind Taehoon fulfilling your every whim, asking if you're ok, running around for you.

But then it worsened from you being too lazy to do anything to you being forbidden to do anything.

Worried glances drifting to your stomach and ribs every minute, on the minute. Thinned lips and narrowed eyes when you moved at all. Strong arms holding you back and restraining you with an irritable huff and "I'll do it".

If you weren't allowed to do anything then you might as well do nothing.

Might as well just sit there and sulk.

Where the hell had your little nutjob gone? Why was he replaced by a mother hen incessantly clucking around you?

In the end, it was more pain that broke the tension.

Taehoon, in your opinion, flicks you excessively hard on the forehead. A truce, of sorts.

"I know I'm pissing you off. Be careful next time," he says, leaving you to your own devices.

A non-apology from anyone else, a half-apology because you know him.

So you continue to sit and you continue to sulk, only without the presence of your boyfriend next to you.

It feels surprisingly lonely.

Maybe you were too quick to let your temper get the better of you. After all, Taehoon was just trying to look after you, in his own way. It led to you both butting heads but it's the thought that counts.

If you consider it, what exactly are you complaining about? 'Oh no, my boyfriend wanted to make sure I was ok?' Actually, he was overbearing and a little too much. Still.

You grab your phone and reach out-

Y/N: thanks for looking after me

Taehoon: 👍

A thumbs up is good, a thumbs up means it's fine. You know he has no reservation about outright ignoring you.

And because you really do love and appreciate that asshole-

Y/N: love you

Taehoon: 👍

Not 2 minutes later-

Taehoon: ❤️

Taehoon: 🤡

[biginkyboyo13]

Hello I am here to Wreck it Ralph au brainrot again, teehee

Zamn, I'm back here again.

I really love seeing people's interpretations of a redemption arc for Turbo, those are always fun, he is a silly guy (who committed countless ethical crimes). I have not read every single fanfic (and I do not plan to, oh god there would be too many), but I've read a few and boy do I love seeing creative people do their thing, hell yeah!

Be cringe, be free. Make those aus, create those ocs, make silly fanfics and amazing fanart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, here's my ramblings on a stupid au

What if they both existed?

What if you could have Turbo and King Candy and they both had their own redemption of sorts? That would be kinda neat I think....anyways, I thought too hard about this, so here we go, epic transition-

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A virus has settled itself in the depths of Sugar Rush's code room. It should be completely obvious where it came from, who caused it.

Somehow, this virus escapes the code room, hellbent on learning all it can before assimilation. Just because it's a virus, doesn't mean it's mindless after all.

Maybe it already knew about Turbo, seeing as it was probably formed because of him. Did he intend that? Probably not, but you can't expect Turbo to think about the consequences of his actions, that is literally the only thing he's incapable of doing.

People who die outside of their game are never gone. Not fully. Have they been destroyed and reduced to 1s and 0s? Yeah. But they aren't gone. They've become part of the fabric of the game, a whisper, barely a memory. But, they could be plucked out of that ocean of data.

A virus is dangerous on its own. A virus who knows how death works (or doesn't work) is even more dangerous. Point being, the virus decides it wants to have a little fun and bring back Cybug King Candy. Not to let him live, not at all. Instead, the virus is doing what it does best, and infects the host, ripping the original out and taking its place. Where does King Candy go? Between this monster's claws, where it tries to tear him apart. All it does, though, is literally tear him apart. There's two of them now, oh god.

Now you have Turbo and King Candy, and they are probably not too happy about being brought back, extracted, split in half, and probably almost assimilated into the virus.

Maybe Vanellope and Ralph were feeling especially nice that day, or maybe they were acting on instinct because there's now a much, much bigger threat, but perhaps they save these two numbskulls.

And now, they have two very, very, very big problems on their hands. There is a rogue virus in the arcade, and Turbo/King Candy are alive.

Here's some extra small ideas I had

- I think this would take place a couple years in the future. Assuming this is a universe where arcades didn't go out of business, everyone is still doing just fine.

- Debatable if Fix it Felix Jr. is still plugged in. Old game, all that. I wouldn't just immediately say it's been unplugged, but that's on my mind a little bit (they all live in Vanellope's castle, someone's got to)

- Turbo and King Candy are still total dickwads. Turbo is a brat, King Candy is also a brat. I think when separated they would clash immensely. Turbo took all the whiny, childish parts with him, as those were likely his to begin with. King Candy kept the happy, cheery, mass manipulator side.

- I will never acknowledge the sequel, Ralph is still the fun uncle/father figure for Vanellope, and Vanellope doesn't want to leave Sugar Rush. Also, Felix and Calhoun ftw

That's literally all I have rn, I haven't thought super hard about this yet, it's not great I know

That's my edgy, angsty au beginning. Will I ever do something with it? I have no clue! Perhaps it will be written on Ao3. That, or it's just gonna exist here and that's cool I think.

Anyways byyyyyye

[prologue-ae]

| The Dorm slut | Le sserafim

G!p Sakura x G!p Yunjin x G!p Chaewon x G!p Kazuha x Fem reader

No Eunchae

College AU

It was the beginning of your second year, and you were nervous because you hadn’t met a lot of people during your first year however that’ll change soon.

As you walked through the familiar gates you heard a voice shout your name from behind “YAH Y/N-AH” as you turned around you saw your best friend Ryujin. You greeted her as she ran towards you and knocked the air out of your lungs with the big hug as she spoke “Hey Y/N-ssi I missed you” you smiled with amusement and said “I missed you too Ryu, wanna catch up on the way to the dorms?” and of course she agreed.

On your walk to the dorms Ryujin began to ramble on and on “Ok so basically over the summer I went to try out for the basketball team at our school. AND GUESS WHO GOT IN MEMEMEMEMEMEMME and I even met these girls on the court that we could be friends with they’re so nice I think they call themselves “Le sserafim?” you spoke and patted Ryujin’s shoulder “Ryu calm down good job on getting into the basketball team but we don’t even know these Le sserafim girls how do we know if they’re nice?” She argued back “THEY ARE Y/N-ssi I met them myself, do you not trust me?” you let out an exasperated sigh and just gave in “fine introduce me at lunch ok?” the other girl simply squealed as you reached the woman with the dorm keys.

You greeted her with a bow and Ryujin followed as you politely asked “Hello Ma’am could you please check for the keys for Shin Ryujin and Jeon Y/N” the woman smiled and went to get the keys right away and handed them to you, as you thanked her you bowed and left while Ryujin did the same then followed you. She saw your eyebrows furrowed in discontent and said “not dorming together I expect?” you gave a small smile and said “no but we’re close together at least” as you handed her the keys.

Ryujin read out “Dormroom 504(Ryujins) and 506(yours)” you both lazily took your luggage up the stairs | time skip | you arrived at the front of your dorms and hugged Ryujin while you both bid farewells and went into the dorms. Unexpectedly your dorm had people already in it, well you assumed since you could hear screams from down the stairs “YAH CHAEWON-AH GET OFF ME” “NO HUH YUNJIN YOU WILL PAY THE PRICE”.

You were a bit frightened but still went up the stairs anyway as all the rooms were there, well that was what you assumed. Walking up with a concerned and scared face, you were met with two girls on the floor fighting one was like an inch taller than you with short black hair and bangs and the other being a lot taller with red hair. Your eyebrows furrowed in concern as they both stopped and looked up at you then both of them scrambling to get up and greeted you with a bow, you bowed back of course and greeted them. The shorter one spoke “Helloo we are so sorry for what you’ve just witnessed that’s not how we are I promise. My name is Kim Chaewon.” as she bowed again and now it was the taller girls turn to apologise “Hi again we’re so sorry for that and promise that we are kind people. My name is Huh Yunjin, hope we can be friends.” as she also bowed again, you spoke shyly “It’s fine and it’s nice to meet you both my name is Jeon Y/N”.

After that they showed you to the only available room and left you to it. An hour later you had finished unpacking and decorating so you just lied down and sighed as you felt your stomach complain to you, so you got dressed in a hoodie and some shorts and went downstairs.

When you had arrived downstairs you saw a blue haired girl making ramen and Chaewon with Yunjin watching a movie with another girl who had black hair. You sleepily yawned and went to the fridge, you saw the blue haired girl look at you confused and the black haired girl just kept on watching the TV, finally the blue haired girl introduced herself “Hello I’m assuming your our roommate my name is Miyawaki Sakura nice to meet you” as she bowed you spoke this time quiet but also sleepily “Hii my name is Jeon Y/N nice to meet you and I am your roomie” Sakura then asked “Would you like some Ramyeon?” and you excitedly said “yes please thank you so much!” and bowed repeatedly she chuckled and responded with a no problem.

Chaewon Said “Y/N COME MEET KAZUHAAA” you slowly walked over and bowed to the assumed Kazuha girl and introduced yourself “Hello it’s nice to meet you and my name is Jeon Y/N” she quietly spoke and said “H-Hi my name is Nakamura Kazuha but you can call me Zuha” you noticed the stutter but didn’t say anything as she bowed Yunjin asked you “do you want to watch with us Y/N-ah?” and you agreed as you sat next to Kazuha.

Two days later you and your dormmates had gotten closer so you were all huddled up on the sofa, as you snuggled into Yunjin and had a nap. When you woke up you heard them all muttering about how cute you were, and how they thought it was adorable how you slept but you just brushed it off.

About a Month into rooming with them you noticed that sometimes they had tents in they’re pants while around you but you just left it alone, until one day you heard them in Yunjin’s room jacking themselves off. You peeked through the crack of the door and saw the sight of all of their dicks out getting off to a picture of you.

One day you were just on the sofa watching a video of them doing a work out and you wouldn’t lie they looked Hot. You soon felt wetness growing in your panties, and just kept on watching as you covered yourself with a blanket and took off your bottoms, you began to finger yourself and whimper quietly as they weren’t home, but you didn’t want to be unsure so you just moaned and whimpered quietly until, you got really carried away and was knuckles deep into yourself and started letting out gutteral moans.

Infact you were in so much ecstasy that you didn’t even notice them walk in with their shopping bags as you came since you were so close, the 4 saw everything from when you were knuckles deep to when you orgasimed and also were watching a video of them working out, they soon all got boners and went upstairs while Yunjin picked you up and carried you to her room.

You had been handcuffed to the headrest and had your legs tied open while you were butt-naked. Suddenly you saw Yunjin’s head pop out as she kissed you and made out with you, you soon felt Kazuha giving you hickeys on your neck and chaewon on the other side, as well as Sakura sucking on your nipples to be completely honest you could just orgasm from that but of course they were just teasing you and you were moaning into Yunjin’s mouth, as well as pulling at your handcuffs. Yunjin suddenly stopped kissing you and said “you’re such a bad girl baby getting off to a video of us working out” and Chaewon spoke soon after saying “I think our baby needs to wait for her second orgasm before we start since she was so naughty today” and Kazuha and Sakura hummed in agreement as they continued to give you hickeys, and suck on your mounds.You begged them to start as you whined “p-please Mommies l-let me c-cum” Chaewon and Yunjin laughed at you and got out a camera, setting it up as they said “after we start recording you can get fucked baby don’t worry” as you continued to moan and whimper because Kazuha and Sakura kept on going, by now your whole neck was covered purple from hickeys and now she started on your collar bone, as Sakura just squeezed and sucked on your nipples. Soon you heard a click of a video beginning and felt someone dive into your pussy and start kitten licking it, as a dick was insterted into you ass leading you to moan so loudly that the dorms could practically hear you, the tongue inside of you went faster and longer and even had a finger toying with your clit while the person in your ass mercilessly pounded you.

You moaned loudly as your breasts were being attacked by two mouths this time Sakura, on one and Kazuha on the other practically in sync while Chaewon pumped into your ass and degraded you, while Yunjin was so pussy drunk that she couldn’t stop and even began to hum to see your reaction, obviously it was so good that you couldn’t take it anymore and came straight then, and there while Yunjin helped ride out your high but kept on overstimulating you and only stopped when the other three stopped, and she let them lick your cum and wet juices up for a taste as they all hummed into your pussy, because you tasted sweet. You were a mess cum dripping down, your pussy so wet and it was throbbing. You thought it was over when suddenly a dick smashed into your pussy, and another one did as well while two smashed into your ass as you moaned at the sensation, of 4 dicks inside of you. They let you adjust as it was four of them and they did want you to enjoy it, so after a minute or so you said they could start moving and they all went at different paces Chaewon pounding into you,Kazuha going at a normal rate, Yunjin going slowly and Sakura just pounding into you as well, in the end they got it under control and pounded into you at the same pace and after they did get the hang of it you were ruined.

It was your 16th orgasm and they still hadn’t filled you up yet while you got overstimulated to the max, but them still not stopping was also really good until you finally felt them all fill you up, with they’re warm loads and moaned while they road it out, and pulled out of you.

After they all asked if you were ok and carried you to the bathtub where all four of you layed down, and bathed together as you switched over from time to time to sit on one of their laps, and you all snuggled in bed and fell asleep.

[mecachrome]

twitter discourse about oscar/mclaren makes me so irrationally upset i wish more people would master the art of leaving him alone

i don't think it's irrational at all anon i totally get it!!! ngl idek what people are saying about him right now but the algo did feed me some mcl illegal car bait earlier after quali and i was like :D ??? ahm ok. but my toxic trait is that i find public copium somewhat cringe so...

not sure if this makes any sense but i was reflecting earlier on how oftentimes in fandom people feel like a need to prove their unconditional dislike of other [drivers] so they can still Get A Good Grade in also unconditionally liking their own and tbh i kind of get that vibe behind a lot of baseless mcl discourse and the artificial divide you see sometimes between lando fans and the "i don't like mclaren but i like oscar 😇" lando hateurs who don't even really like oscar that much but just find him more ~tolerable~ and #relatable and use him as a scapegoat for irrational wank... which is fine ig because we can all like and dislike whomever we want and it is our right to be mad about things on the internet but 🤷‍♀️ idk i think f1 & celeb fandom in general can just get really binary about moral principles and it never leaves any room for... i guess situational observations or Nuance or Relativity and lands us in all sorts of inane drama and cursed mental health discourse and back-and-forth 814 comparisons wherein oscar is set up to shit on lando and then people make fun of oscar in return for not meeting arbitrary expectations that the team has never even set in the first place and so on.......

anyway sorry for the ramble but 🧡 people just say things fr. and this is always a safe space to chat positively about ojp!!!!

[gleefullypolin]

Stacy's tipsy ramblings about season 3:

I have thoughts...and I've had a bad Friday sooooo....here we go.

Do I want Pen to write as LW past S3? Yes and No. Fantasy Stacy wanted Colin and Pen to be Lord and Lady Whistledown spitting truth across the ton to all who needed to hear it. Reality Stacy wants her to have a true career and write a real novel as Penelope Bridgerton where she has her own success and Colin has his.

How are we feeling about the Ben storyline? zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Sorry.....was asleep. Wake me when we give him something to actually do.

Do we feel sorry for Cressida and want to see her arc redeemed by the end of Season 3? Nope. Every story needs a villain and I'm perfectly fine to see this one drown.

Do I enjoy John and Fran? No. Their story is not exciting for me. Sorry. Nothing against them, I'm just not enjoying it, personal opinion simply my own. I'm sure others might be in the same boat but unlikely to voice that opinion and that's fine as well. Again. Personal opinion and nothing against them. Just how I feel.

Should Colin forgive Pen so quickly in Part 2? Duh. It's a gossip column. I'm sorry that she wrote some honest things that cut close to the vest for people. She didn't lie. She tried to talk to these people over and over and over again and NO ONE listens to her. Colin patted her on the head like a puppy...."Pen you are so good" when she tried to warn him and she saved his ass from twins. Soooo, yeah. Let him feel his feels but honestly, lets move on.

Do you feel like Colin's character is OOC and the brothels are unnecessary? Nope, he came back as the person society expects him to be. Just as he said. He tried to fit with the Lord Douche Brigade and went about his business. The only time he was himself was with Pen. The whole point of that was to see the difference. Brothel mess and all and I was good with that. Clutch your pearls when you want to complain about his brothers having threesomes and fucking in public against trees.

Is Pen trapping Colin by not telling him right away about LW? Girl just got all her dreams converging into one. Confessions of love and fingering all in one. Then thrown into a family marriage proposal, immediately blackmailed by Eloise to confess, Cressida taking all her life's work credit from her, the Queen hunting her down. She's 20 years old. Image the pressure. Not only that but she gets the one thing she's been coveting since she watched him fall off a horse and now it could fall to dust. El already showed her what could happen by telling that secret and she was the love of her life. No one gave her a chance to breathe much less think of what these repercussions could mean. Either way, mistakes were made, but not unforgiveable, and nothing she would not have allowed him out of. When you allow someone the chance to remove themselves, it is not a trap. Point. Blank. Period.

Is the season rushed? I don't know, I've only watched four fucking episodes. Have you watched more than me? Please tell me where to watch the other 4, I'll pay!

Am I an asshole? Nah, just had a bit to drink, did you not read the top part...ok show time over! Before I really tell you how I feel!!

[thestobingirlie]

re: that compromise ask (diff anon but heyyy right there with u) i was literally JUST thinking abt smth similar, about how esp in future/reunion fics, it’s always steve crawling on his knees for forgiveness for how he used to be, and eddie like. heaving a big sigh and “going back on his principles” or whatever to forgive steve. and steve like having to prove he’s better now or whatever which like. fine sure yeah steve was a high school bully. he threw slurs around and he definitely objectified women (although come on it’s high school social strata everyone was objectifying everyone, ain’t none of those babies had enough brain cells yet to see other people as people, that’s just being fucking 16) and he was a bitch, not arguing there.

but like 1) he was fully a child, he was literally a teenager, mike is an asshole too and no one is arguing he can’t possibly grow up or be redeemed, or that he needs to repent to earn love? like it’s one thing in canon era fics where they’re all still growing up, but i haaaaate in future fics when steve is a whole grown ass adult man still expected to grovel for the sins of being 17,

and 2) canonically eddie is the judgmental one??? i mean steve literally apologized and made amends on screen but if that’s not enough look at just purely going off the way the kids interact with them! they’re completely comfortable with steve. yeah he rolls his eyes and huffs and complains about their “nerd shit” but he still drives them to dnd nights! he still does that lame ass handshake with dustin! he still listens to all the stuff they ramble about, and you know he does it every time even when we don’t see it on screen, because they’re totally comfortable doing it! no doubt, no question steve will listen and support them, even when he doesn’t understand. dustin comes to scoops knowing without a doubt that steve will drop everything to listen to him talk about camp, and be excited about it! steve doesn’t give a shit about science camp, but dustin does, and that’s enough for him! yeah dustin is excited to talk about suzie, because girls are common ground with steve, but steve doesn’t know he met suzie when he takes his break, he just wants to hear about how dustin’s nerd stuff was going! he doesn’t have to understand or relate, he just wants them to do the stuff that makes them happy, and they know that. they trust him to listen even if he doesn’t get it

but the way mike and dustin were so nervous to ask eddie to postpone hellfire, even after months of knowing him, shows that they don’t trust him to let them have interests outside of his understanding. and they shouldn’t! he’s proven that he veered so hard into “nonconformity” he just reinforced the same social boundaries he claims to hate. everything with eddie is “us v them,” and like! i get it! i think it’s a complicated dichotomy and makes for an interesting character! i’m an eddie stan first and a person second ok listen i love the man. but if anyone needs to beg on their knees for forgiveness for being a dick in high school, it’s the guy who ruined BOTH of lucas’ favorite activities in one fell swoop by projecting his own insecurities and fake social rivalry onto a literal child. (i’m still so mad he managed to force lucas to miss the campaign finale he’d worked so hard for AND made sure that none of his friends or family were there to watch him play basketball all at once i’m never over it. i’m frothing at the mouth. apologize to lucas or meet my blade)

but there’s this trend where people are like “oh man eddie’s such a good person for looking past king steve and loving steve anyway! he’s rehabbing the jock! he’s fixing him!” fuck you. fix your damn self. the duffers’ childish ass hatred of “non nerds” is sooooo pervasive in this fandom it’s so gross.

oh my god, this is just beautiful. i literally couldn’t put it any better.

i wish we had gotten to see eddie repent for what he did to lucas, because honestly, i still hold it against him.

what’s especially funny to me about it is that steve’s sins (in s4) were over two years ago, eddie’s were last week lmao. like, one of them needs to go around apologising and it’s not steve.

but yeah! the kids have an ease around steve that they don’t around eddie. classic example: all the kids go to steve in s3, not even pretending to be polite or actually ask, and just pound on the bell until he comes to let them through the back of scoops to watch a movie. they don’t worry about his reaction. steve could literally get fired doing this, but they know he’s going to do it, and feel so comfortable that he won’t have a bad reaction, that there isn’t any hesitation.

when asking eddie to postpone a game, mike and dustin are shaking in their little boots. they’re flinching and looking away, and trying not to actually ask. those aren’t kids in the presence of someone comforting!! this isn’t a guy they would think deserves steve begging on his knees. if eddie was being a prick about steve’s past for no reason other than to hold some moral superiority over him, the kids would get pissed off.

if anyone is getting rehabilitated in their relationship, it’s eddie, not steve!! because being a jock isn’t inherently bad, and being a nerd isn’t inherently good, no matter what the duffers may be trying to tell you.

[reinerismwrld]

The Devil That I Know

PAIRING: Bill Denbrough x Reader x Stanley Uris (Poly Relationship)

SUMMARY: Unfortunately, the return of Pennywise brought the loss of one of the loves of your life.

GENRE: Mostly Angst, fluff (if you squint)

WARNINGS: Suicide, death, mentions of blood and vomit.

WORD COUNT: 2.1k words

“Mr. Denbrough?” Bill didn’t notice who was calling. He was able to hear the faint commotion coming from his phone. It wasn’t you or Stan.

“Yes, it’s me.” He was a little bit irritated since he had been interrupted. He had a deadline, and as he looked at his computer screen, he noticed that nothing had been done in the past hour. He sighed.

“We’re reaching out to you regarding your wife-”

“Is she ok? What happened? Where is she?” Bill went instantly into panic mode.

“Mr. Denbrough, please calm down. She’s okay. We just want to notify you that she, well, at your house, there has been—” Bill didn’t even let the person on the other side finish when he quickly stood up, grabbed his jacket, and left his office. 

He’s been having this unsettling feeling in the bottom of his stomach all day long. At first, he tried to brush it off, knowing you and Stan were fine, both of you saying your goodbyes as always, but now… And don’t even get him started with Mike’s call in the evening. Do you know? Maybe something happened when you heard the news of It’s comeback.

As Bill approached your shared home, he could see the ambulances and police cars outside your residence. Feeling his heart race, he really didn’t know what to expect from what was unfolding in front of him. Did you get injured? Did something happen to Stan? No, no time for overthinking, he thought. Priorities.

When Bill stepped onto your lawn, he could see you sitting down on your porch steps. He quickly passed the officers who were there. As he came closer to you, he was able to see your hands and clothes, all covered in blood. 

“Holy shit, angel, what happened? Are you ok?” Bill knelt right in front of you, but you were unresponsive. Your eyes weren’t even looking at Bill. They seemed lost, without any spark whatsoever.

Bill started to shake your body in order to get a reaction from you, but nothing came of it. As he continued to shake you, he was able to notice that the blood that was on your body wasn’t yours at all. You didn’t seem to be hurt. “What happened? Please, Y/n, where’s Stan?”

For the first time during that evening, for the first time since the police and ambulance arrived, you reacted. You turned your head to Bill, and that’s when reality hit you like a punch right in the face. Stan, your Stan was gone.

“He… He is… I cannot believe it happened like I was right here. I should’ve known better, I-” As you started to ramble, Bill was able to see far away in an ambulance what appeared to be a bag that’s used to transport bodies. His heart fell to the bottom of his stomach.

“He never locks the door. I should’ve known something was up,” you kept saying. However, no emotion was seen on your face. It was like you were in auto-pilot mode as if you were just repeating something that had been going through your mind.

A lump was forming on Bill’s throat. First, he has to get you to react. Hell, he would even appreciate it if you shouted and broke everything in your sight.

“Hey, Y/n, please, look at me. Just look at me.” Bill grabbed your cheeks with both of his hands, trying to make you look only at him. For a moment, you stayed in silence, and your phone rang.

You didn’t even dare move. Bill took your phone from the back pocket of your jeans. His heart stopped after he saw the area code and phone number—the same phone number that called him that same evening.

“Hi Mike.”

“Bill?” Mike’s voice sounded a little bit surprised—just a little bit. “I thought this was Y/n’s phone number,” Bill sighed.

“It is. She’s not here right now.” Bill really couldn’t explain your state to Mike through the phone.

“Well, you already know why I’m calling. We will be waiting for you two then.” After confirming with Mike that the two of you were going to return to Derry, Bill hung up, and still, there was no reaction from you.

“Mr. Denbrough?” a police officer came closer to him. 

“Yes, that’s me. Do you know what happened?” In the corner of his eye, Bill tried to see if you finally reacted, but nothing.

“By any chance, do you know Stanley Uris?” Bill nodded. If his brain wasn’t wrong, and if he isn’t that dumb, he may know what happened, but he really wishes he was wrong. “You wife, ahm, is he a friend?” Bill tried his best to remain calm. He just wanted to know if his suspicion was correct or not. He didn’t have time to explain how the relationship between the three of you worked.

“It’s hard to explain if I’m honest, but yes, Stan… Stanley, he’s close to us.” the officer only nodded, trying to not be nosy and trying his best to give the news to Bill.

“Well, we received a call from your wife. Mr. Uris locked himself in the bathroom, and your wife, when she was able to enter the room, saw him in the bathtub. He… He committed suicide. Your wife found him.” tears started to fall down Bill’s cheeks. He tried his best to maintain his composure. Bill tried to answer the officer, but nothing came out. It was as if when he tried to speak, a brutal scream would come out. His best friend since childhood, a fundamental part of this special thing they had with you, was gone. He could only nod.

The officer tried to give his condolences, but he just left. 

Bill stayed there, standing in front of you. He started playing with your hair, trying his best to keep you at least calm. He wasn’t even sure if you could feel his touch; it was as if you had frozen in time. But he tried his best to feel you, to make sure you knew he was there with you, that you weren’t alone anymore. He understood your state now. Finding Stan must have been horrible and brutal.

As the minutes passed, people started leaving the area—the officers, the doctors on site, the nosy neighbors, and passers-by. The two of you remained in that same spot, not really moving, trying to escape the reality you were living.

When the last police car left your house, Bill tried his best to get you to react, but you still seemed so lost. He wanted to get inside. However, a big part would be missing if you entered the house.

“Do you want to get in?” Bill asked, and you only nodded. Even if Stan wasn’t going to be there anymore, it was the last place he was with you.

Bill picked you up in bridal style. He knew it was the best way to get inside quickly. He didn’t need to open the door since it was left open by the last officer who was at your house. He sat you on your living room couch and returned to close the front door. The silence was unsettling. This house has never been this silent. It was always filled with the faint sound of music that you loved to leave in the background as Stan was cooking or as the two of you were reading books. There was also the sound of Bill typing on his computer while you and Stan talked about your day, wanting to include Bill in whatever you could. The laughs you would let out whenever Bill and Stan wanted to get your attention with their silly jokes and remarks. And the list could go on and on. But now, it was dead silent.

Bill sat at the coffee table in front of you. And that’s when he could finally see you cry. Not that Bill liked the view of your crying, but you were now reacting, something that at least made him feel that you came back to this reality.

“I’m so sorry, Bill,” you whispered. Bill’s heart shattered into a million pieces.

“No, hey, listen to me, Y/n.” Bill quickly grabbed your cheek with one hand while the other grabbed your left arm. “Why are you apologizing, angel?”

“He… He told me he was going to take a bath. He was acting weird. I really didn’t want to bother him. I thought that maybe if I let him and gave him space, he would later tell us what happened. But as the minutes passed, I got more anxious.” You let out a cry. Both of Bill’s hands were now cleaning all the tears that were rolling down. Bill also started crying, but he was trying his best to be silent so you could continue explaining what happened.

“I should’ve known better. He sounded weird… His voice was haunted Bill. I cannot explain it. But Stan, it was like he saw a ghost.” Bill gulped. He knew what made Stan do what he did. And to be honest? He couldn’t really blame him. He remembered how Pennywise scared Stan the most. Even if all of the losers made it out alive, Stan was never really the same.

It was like all the memories were coming back at him like flashes one by one. He couldn’t really understand how he forgot all those memories of that summer. It was as if his brain was playing tricks.

How can someone live with the two people who also experienced such an important and a little bit traumatic event when the three of you were 13 years old and then just forget about everything? Bill knew it wasn’t the best moment to bring this up, but you need to know all the context. At least you will then understand what happened.

“I received a call today, too. I believe it was from the same person that called Stan, and that same person also called you.”

“What?” Bill knew there was no good way to tell you the news.

“Do you remember our childhood? Specifically when we were thirteen?” you frowned. What does this have to do with Stan?

“I…” When you actually tried to recall that year, you couldn’t, as if all those memories were wiped out from your brain. “I don’t…”

“Mike called. Mike Hanlon. It’s back.” Fuck.

Bill saw your face slowly turn into horror. You quickly stood up and made your way to the kitchen sink, holding what you felt was what you had eaten that day. You finally understood. It was as if your body needed a way to get out all the fear, anxiety, and sadness you had experienced for the last hours. As you cleaned the corners of your mouth with water, you felt Bill coming closer, and he gave you a towel to dry yourself.

“Please tell me this is a sick joke, Bill.” Bill shook his head. That fucking clown. “But I don’t get it. When did Mike call me?” Bill handed you your phone. You didn’t even notice when he took it, but you couldn’t care less. It took something from you, It took something from Bill again. It’s not fair. “I don’t want to go back, Bill. I can’t.” your whole body plumbed to the kitchen floor. He sat next to you.

“We…” Bill knew the following words coming out of his mouth weren’t the best for you to hear right now, not after losing Stan. “We made a promise. We have to.” You were covering your face with your hands after hearing Bill. Tears continue falling down your face. You knew he was right. You knew that, maybe, you were the only people in the entire world who could stop Pennywise for good. But how could you actually do it? You barely made it out alive 27 years ago. What made you think this time would be different? You haven’t even returned to Derry, and you’ve already lost one of you. 

“I know Bill, but-” 

“We have to stop him. If we don’t do it, more people are going to keep disappearing, more people are going to live what we have gone through.”

“Bill, to be honest, I couldn’t care less. He took Stan, he took Georgie, what if he takes one of our friends, or worse, you?” you were starting to get anxious. You cannot lose Bill, too.

“That’s why we must return to Derry, Y/n.” Bill hugged you, and you rested your head on his shoulder. “For Stan, and for… Georgie.” Bill felt a knot in his throat. He wouldn’t lie, he was shitting bricks. He was scared, but his anger and thirst for justice - more like vengeance, were more significant. 

“You cannot die, Bill. I can’t lose you. I don’t think I could handle another loss.” Bill sighed. 

“I promise I won’t die. I won’t leave you, my angel.”

“Then I guess we will be going to Derry.”

n a v i g a t i o n

[pink-pumpkin-princess-bitch]

DNI lists are stupid and dangerous

Ok now I have your attention and your pitchforks pointed at me, let's clear the following:

I'm not an expert in internet history or internet theory, although I do have an extended diploma in Creative Media, which lends itself to audience theory and thus fandom theory, which helps base some of my thoughts here.

I have no issues with people who use DNI lists for whatever reasons they have. My issue is more with the culture surounding it and the reasons these practices exist.

This is a rambling vent on my general complex feelings regarding the topic. This is (at least currently) unresearched.

So, why do I think they're stupid and dangerous?

Well, I'm not quite old enough to remember this, but there was a time when if you where on the internet, you hid your information. You guarded it. Because the internet was dangerous. People online are, for the most part, strangers. People used to, and still do, keep their information close to their chest.

So my main concern is, of course, that safty that many people have tossed to the wind. DNIs don't inherently force people to give out this information, but it does create a culture and expectation to give out this information or be pushed away by the people requesting this information.

Age might be the most obvious piece of information to come to mind, and it is the most common. "Minors DNI" is everywhere on +18 blogs. And that's absolutly fine at first glance. Someone showing mature content may not want kids around their content. But this is the internet, and this is where I think it's stupid as well as dangerous.

Kids lie. Lots of people lie, not just kids. And there's only 2 routes to go regarding this. Either you trust everyone is the age they say they are, effectively invalidating the point of the DNI in the first place, or you confirm it somehow. Well, every way they could confirm it is, from what I'm aware, legally dubious at best and legally illegal at worst. I might be wrong here tho. I'm not in law. But even if it's not illegal, requesting proof of age is extremely bad for multiple reason I think are pretty obvious.

But more and more, kids aren't lying. Instead they're out here putting down how young they are and blowing the whistle for any predator to come walking in and give them reasons to have DNI lists. And that's the exact opposite of what DNI lists seem to want to achive.

Specifically with "Minors DNI", it also perpetuates this culture of having to curate our own audience, be aware ourselves of who is interacting with us, and make sure the children don't hear things they shouldn't. To be blunt, I hate this. I hate this in the same way I hate Unalive and PDF file and Seggs. I'm not on Tiktok. I'm not on Kidsbop. I'm not advertiser friendly. Remember how they added strict laws on how kids are to be advertised to? Yeah me neither.

Expanding now to all DNI lists, and various other limits and boundaries, when did Tumblr stop being the place you Curated your own experience? Yes, I fully understand tag blocking works very little at times and is a chore if it's a genuine major trigger for you. But I'd argue it's even less effective to hold a big sign saying exactly what you don't want to see and crossing your fingers people will be nice enough to read it and listen.

Overall they're simply ineffective and encorage the sharing of details many other people may not want to share. We're all strangers on the internet. We don't need to know eachother's takes on x y or z. If it becomes relevant it will, and if not, who are we to demand that of eachother.

This is why I say I have no issue with people who use them. It's when my place in those boxes then falls into scrutiny just for passing by your blog does it becomes an issue. If I see your DNI, and I still interact with you, it's safe to assume I do not fall into that DNI. If you are still paranoid about this, you genuinely may need help working through whatever may be going on in your life to make the place someone falls into that box for you so important. This is not to say it isn't important, but it is to say paranoia is not the default you should act on. If it's truly that important and you must act on it, block the person rather than interogate them.

Now, as a closing word, I do have to mention I am in a position of privlage from my own standpoints on this. I was, to an extreme fault, very open about myself online growing up. Not only that, but with my father (may he choke on his spit) made me a Facebook account at around 12. So, for the past decade, possibly even longer, all the information someone could want about me has been out on the internet. This lead to obvious things. I've been groomed. I've been in some truly horrible circles. And I've had a very odd perspective on things growing up. For me, this information cannot be put back. Pandora's box has already been opened for me. So regrettably, I'm still fairly open about myself. Not nearly as much as I used to be, but it means I personally don't have issues providing the information requested of DNIs.

The only reason I haven't provided my age on this blog until now has been because I don't want to give the wrong impression. I don't want to encorage people the same way I feel DNI lists do to share information. At the bottom of it all, I don't want people to grow up without the safty and security of private information like I did.

For now, that's most of my thoughts. If you want to senselessly argue about the right to DNI lists existing, please don't bother. I don't care. I'm already fine with that and it just tells me you didn't read this. If you wanna correct me on certain bits, I'd love to know, long as you have some sources or something to help. As I said, this is currently unresearched. I'm sure there's some older internet historians and anthropologists out there who know far more than me. For now, that's it. Thanks for reading this longwinded vent.