#ROLLING SCREAMING CRYING AND NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU U-

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CW/ blood under cut.

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our names in the paper - footballer!james potter x fem!sports journalist!reader

wc: 11,151

cw: swearing, fade to black but suggestive moments?, smoking, slut-shaming, kissing

info: r and james are about 24, set in 2007ish solely for the romcom vibes. james is the equivalent of like David Beckham in his prime, all pics are for vibes only, not reflective of r's appearance etc

me: i've been working on this for soooo long i am so happy it's finally done!! if u couldn't tell it's very inspired by early 2000s romcoms and i am honestly so proud of it so praying it doesn't flop LOL

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"James, James! Over here! What's the defence strategy this season?"

If you had to hear James' name one more time you might scream. Unfortunately, you were locked in a room with nothing but that. Worse, you were part of the problem.

"Mister Potter, what do you think about your striker's goal-to-game ratio falling rapidly this season?" You called, begrudgingly hoping for a moment of the soccer star's attention. Fortunately (or unfortunately), his glittering eyes settled on you, singling you out from the room of hungry journalists.

"I think that you miss one hundred per cent of the shots you don't take," He said, smirk turning to something challenging, "And as long as my team is training and working together, I'm not gonna cry over a bit of spilt milk or missed goals. And, as far as I'm concerned we're still winning games, aren't we?" You rolled your eyes, scribbling down his answer nonetheless.

You continued the catfight of trying to get answers for your newest article, keeping the balance of vying for James' attention and showing him you didn't care for him personally, unlike the other journalists you were pushing against. The conference room was full of men and women who wanted to be James or be with him. Aside from the professional questions, there were certainly several invitations to the pub thrown around, and you were sure you saw one woman try and give him her cellphone number. You rolled your eyes again at that, James was nothing to fawn over.

He might be a big shot now, but you'd known him almost all your life. The two of you had gone to school together and had bickered through every interaction since then. James had always wanted to be a football star, and you a journalist. You'd never believed in him and vice versa, both of you taking every opportunity to tease the other or cut each other down. Maybe it was just clashing personalities, two people too ambitious to be friends. The rivalry had lasted past school, and unfortunately, the two of you often crossed paths in your respective careers.

The press conference wrapped up soon after your question, and you ended up lingering in the room trying to finish your notes. James was still over at his podium next to his coach, drinking out of a plastic water bottle and arduously texting on his flip phone. Seeing you hovering by the door he called your last name, sauntering up behind you. You rolled your eyes and braced yourself for the encounter.

"Potter." You smiled curtly, moving to leave.

"You don't have to call me 'Mr Potter' during the conferences, you know. James is perfectly fine, everyone else calls me that."

"Just trying to stay professional," You said through gritted teeth, aware his coach and a few others were still around you. It could cost you your job to snap at him.

"Was it professional when I was your first kiss?" He stepped closer and you instinctively stepped back, feeling the plaster wall graze your back through your work blazer.

"It was spin the bottle and we were twelve, it's ancient history. And do you mind? I know you're some kind of god around here but I have a reputation to uphold," You whispered, glancing around anxiously. James laughed at your distress which only annoyed you further. Maybe he could get away with anything, but you had to fight for your place in your field as a female sports journalist, you couldn't afford to take it lightly.

You couldn't help the physical reaction to being trapped between James and the wall though, your breathing shallow and quick, face tilted up slightly to look at him. You felt a bit like prey, caught in the predator's territory and resigned to imminent death.

"Let her go, will you? She's just doing her job," Remus Lupin said, entering the conference room with his nose crinkled from the smell. You couldn't blame him, sweaty players and hungry journalists didn't make any kind of utopia together.

"I wasn't doing anything!" James cried, hands up in surrender, "Come on love, I was just giving you the scoop, right?"

"First of all, if you were giving me 'the scoop' right now I'd certainly be accused of sleeping to the top by all the blokes waiting out there," You gestured to the group of other reporters still lingering in the hall waiting for any scraps of information, "And secondly, I work for the bloody Sunday People, not the BBC. I honestly think they'd rather I just write about your 'dashing good looks' or a drug scandal than your games," You complained, falling back into the ease of conversation now that Remus was there. He'd been at school with the both of you, growing up to be a physiotherapist, but was always much more palatable than James.

Both men laughed at your plight.

"If you ever need a more detailed look at my dashing good looks just ask, sweetheart. I'd be glad to show you, you know, for your articles." You rolled your eyes at James' attempt to be charming, snapping your notebook shut.

"Alright, I think that's my cue to go," You said curtly, smoothing out your work trousers. "Remus, I'll return Dracula next time I see you; I'm almost finished." You remembered you'd had his novel for quite a while, sparing him a smile on the way out.

"You lend her books?" James asked incredulously, hazel eyes curiously following your figure down the hall. Remus just shrugged, patting James on the shoulder and attending to his actual job, checking up on the players after the match.

James was still hung up on the fact when he returned to the apartment he shared with Remus and Sirius, flabbergasted as he hung his coat on the rack.

"Since when are you two close enough to be sharing books?" He cried as he paced through the kitchen, "Have we not all been in agreement that she is stubborn and hard-headed and annoying and has been since school?"

"No," Remus shook his head, "You decided that, and I daresay she feels the same about you. I've always rather liked her."

James was unexpectedly dumbfounded at the realisation that you weren’t the common enemy he thought you were. Even Sirius didn’t seem to dislike you, always stopping for a chat when you were around the stadium and giving you extra comments with a flirty wink.

James didn’t need to think about you for another few weeks; his team hadn’t played one week and you’d been assigned other matches for the others — he read your very amusing pieces on lawn bowls and chess-boxing, partly because he knew you’d hate the assignment.

You were blissfully apart until one Saturday night. You were out with your friends and a few coworkers and James was out with his. He’d started in the local pub while you were at a fancy cocktail restaurant for Lily’s bachelorette party, however, your groups crossed paths in the depths of a nightclub.

Maybe you were getting too old for them, waking up with sore backs and knees after nights of dancing, but it didn’t mean you wouldn’t give it a red hot go. And with a few cocktails in your system, nobody could convince you it wasn’t a good idea.

You'd been shaking what your mother gave you for the better part of an hour before it was your turn to get another round, telling the girls you'd be back before stumbling through a sea of sweaty bodies.

Some gross man who was definitely too old for you obstructed your path, grabbing your arms to make you dance with him. Your face crinkled in disgust of its own accord, trying to wiggle yourself free. He continued to encroach on your space, forcing you around despite your persistence. Finally, a man's hands landed on his shoulders, yanking him away and subsequently freeing you from his grasp. The momentum sent you tumbling in your strappy heels, right into something warm and solid. You cringed, having been there before. You turned slowly to meet your unwitting saviour, huffing when you realised it was James.

"Oh, fuck off," You grumbled, mostly to yourself, producing a quick apology to not seem totally impolite.

"Alright?" Sirius asked, revealing himself as the one who'd gotten you away from the creep. You shrugged, fixing your hair.

"Been better," You told him, preparing to leave before seemingly their whole team had surrounded you, all greeting you loudly. You weakly waved at them, feeling dreadfully underdressed and professional. You were used to seeing them in the stadium and press conferences where you were much more modestly dressed. The strapless mini dress wasn't giving you the same layer of protection.

"Right," You said when there didn't seem to be any more productive conversation happening, "I'm off to the bar then."

"Let me buy you a drink, to make up for the freak," One of the players, Frank, said. You smiled but shook your head.

"I'm buying for several, it wouldn't be fair. It's Lily's bachelorette." You directed the last sentence to those who knew her, the football and journalism professions having considerable overlap due to events and the never-ending scandals and interviews. James covered his face in mock-devastation.

"Not Lily! Have I missed my chance forever?" He moaned, earning some shoves from the rest of the group. You and Lily had been friends since uni, and you'd introduced her to the boys at one of the terrible house parties you'd endured over your three years studying. James had developed a thing for her right away (no one knew how much of it was serious and how much was for comedic value) and had been loudly pining for her ever since, despite her long-term relationship with Dirk Cresswell, an economist who worked in the building down the block from your office.

"I think you missed your chance the first time," You retorted with a snort, a little drunk to have any ferocity in your tone. You both made a face at each other, ignoring the laughter of those around you. You dismissed the group and danced away, shaking your arse over to the bar.

A few rounds later and you were not in your best shape. The girls had been absolute menaces, feeding you shots and deceiving colourful cocktails that actually held like seven standards in them, and you were certainly feeling the effects. You excused yourself from the group to find a loo, bile rising in your throat as you pushed past dancers, not even sparing a comment for James as you saw him.

That confused both James and his friends, becoming used to your insistent teasing over the years. He exchanged a look with Sirius, following you through the crowd and to the bathrooms.

He figured something was wrong when you burst into the gender-neutral bathrooms, not bothering to lock the door behind you. James and Sirius silently fought about who was going to follow you in and check on you; James found you insufferable, Sirius had severe emetophobia and would probably throw up himself if he had to be close to you vomiting. James rolled his eyes, it was his responsibility. Sirius clapped him on the back gratefully, leaving him to return to the others. James sighed, reciting some affirmations before he cracked the door open, calling out to you.

When you responded with a disgusting wretch, James slipped inside, gagging a little as he saw you leant over the toilet bowl, bare knees on the grimy tile floor.

"Alright?" He asked for lack of anything better, unsurprised when you replied with another gag.

"I feel ill," You said pathetically, head hung low in the bowl which James knew you would resent tomorrow. He laughed quietly, getting closer to you.

"No shit, idiot," His tone was light as he began to rub your back softly, making sure your hair was away from your mouth. You vomited a few more times, your body reacting in violent hurls as James tried to be both soothing and as far away as possible.

When your stomach was finally empty you slumped against the toilet, cheek pressed against the cool porcelain.

"Woah," James pulled you up to a sitting position, "That cannot be good for your skin. Let's get you home, okay?" You nodded petulantly, letting yourself be led out through the club, James telling Lily he'd make sure you got home (and congratulated her on the upcoming wedding).

"Can we get some gum or something? My throat tastes like vom." James looked down at you from where you were lodged into his side, legs shaky as you wobbled down the street. He sighed and steered you in the direction of a convenience store, picking out strawberry gum for you since it tasted better than mint, your words. Good you thought when he paid for it, the football star can shell out 2 pounds, makes more than you anyhow.

You chewed happily, stumbling down the pavement as James held onto you, keeping you upright.

"You're so muscly," You said, somewhat in a drunken haze.

"Thank you?" James laughed, patting you softly on the forearm he was holding. To be fair, you weren't quite sure if it was a compliment either. Your words were admittedly oddly nice but your tone made it confusing, drunk thoughts not completely translating to sober dynamics.

You meandered for a few oddly peaceful minutes, neither of you starting an argument or picking a fight. It was a nice break from normal, the two of you even sharing some peaceful small talk -- discussing a movie you'd both seen recently.

Of course, nothing good lasts.

"James!" A voice yelled from the other side of the street, a short man with mousy mannerisms. James groaned beside you.

"Peter Pettigrew," He whispered to you, trying to pull you along faster, "We used to be mates but turns out he was just using me to get team secrets out into the papers." You whipped your head around to look at him. Oh! You knew Pettigrew, unsurprising given you both reported on essentially the same topics, but he had a bad name even in your circles. He was closer to a paparazzi than a journalist, going for the cheap stories and ad hominem approaches rather than searching for any meaningful insights. Simply put, in an already sleazy career, Peter Pettigrew was the bottom of the barrel.

"Later, mate. I'm in the middle of something right now." James put his arm around your shoulder, better shielding you as he tried to make a getaway. The telltale flash of a camera reflected off the grey pavement, making both you and James whip your heads around to face Peter, looking hardly ashamed of himself. After a moment of shock, you both covered your faces, stumbling down the street as fast as you could manage. The damage was already done.

Suddenly you didn't feel as drunk, navigating the cobblestone streets with unanticipated nimbleness. James might've had the athlete's advantage but you were on home turf, leading him through local shortcuts and to the front door of your apartment building.

On the journey over you'd attracted a few more photographers all fiending for a scandalous picture of James, a small mob forming as you tried to punch in the door code despite your shaking hands. James was right behind you, front pressed to your back, holding his Adidas windbreaker out in a position to shield your face from the prying eyes.

You slammed the door shut, the nosy questions and camera clicks immediately muffled. James let out a long sigh, running a hand through his already tousled hair. Neither of you spoke for a while, processing what had happened.

"Make yourself at home then." You cringed as you surveyed the state of your flat; clothes flung over chairs and dishes still in the sink. Your only option for living alone was cramming all your stuff into what was essentially a shoebox, so any amount of mess made the place look chaotic.

"Nice place," James said and you immediately rolled your eyes, snatching up a stray bra strewn across an armchair. "No, I mean it! It's cozy. Very you." He gestured up at the colourful, mismatched glassware in a kitchen cabinet and the beaded curtain separating your bedroom. You blushed slightly; you didn't often take men home, your flat staying a girly paradise just for you.

You put on the kettle, comforted by the familiar sounds of water beginning to boil. James sat awkwardly on an armchair near the window, anxiously peeking out from behind the curtain every few minutes. His reactions told you the paparazzi were still loitering outside.

James took his tea gratefully, surprisingly still agreeable despite all the terrible things that had happened in the course of a few hours.

"Do you have a back exit or something? Somewhere I can slip out and get home?" You shook your head with a grimace.

"Only the fire exit, but that still goes out near the front. Otherwise we're surrounded by other buildings."

"You must be exhausted after everything. Head off to bed, I'll wait until the gits outside fuck off then lock the door behind me. We don't have to ever mention this again if you don't want." The orange lamp light made James' eyes look unfairly soft, highlighting the golden flecks amongst the brown. You steeled your nerve and shook your head.

"I'm not that bad of a host," You tried to joke, "Besides, don't you have training tomorrow? You're already up later than I'm sure you intended to be. I couldn't live with myself if I ruined England's star player by making him stay up all night, you take my bed and go to sleep." You were both very carefully trying to keep things light, not wanting to spend any more of the night miserable and fighting.

"Well, I'm not taking your bed, that's just impolite. I'll take the couch, if you're being so generous as to let me stay." He had a cheeky smile on his lips as he said it, both of you dancing around the fact that in any other circumstance James wouldn't have been allowed within fifteen feet of your flat.

"That couch? No way." You pointed at the teensy vintage sofa sitting in front of the boxy television. It had space for maybe two and a half arses to sit on it, maybe horizontally extended legs if you were short-ish, but there was no way the goliath James Potter was getting any decent sleep on it. "You take the bed. I'll survive the couch tonight."

"Don't be stupid, I can't sleep in your bed. If not the couch I'll take the floor."

"Speaking from a purely medical standpoint, I haven't cleaned these floors recently enough for it to be safe to have your face in such close proximity. Take the bed, Potter."

You bickered for a few long minutes, both of you trying to outdo each other's respect as host and guest, respectively. You didn't miss the irony that even when you and James were getting along you were fighting.

"I'm not letting you go without, that's final." You turned away to go fetch a pillow for your night on the couch when James said something you never ever thought you'd hear from him.

"Then sleep with me."

"Excuse me?" You all but shrieked, immediately cringing as you thought about your poor neighbours.

"Look, it's basically morning, we're both shattered and I'm sure your bed is much comfier than whatever alternative you're planning. We can even go full pillow-wall if it'll make you feel better." You stared at him for several moments, lips actually agape. Never in your life did you think James Potter would be asking you to share a bed with him, and never in your life did you think you'd be considering it.

"Fine."

Twenty minutes later and you were both ready for bed. You'd found James an old pair of an ex-boyfriend's long abandoned pyjamas, stuffed in a bottom drawer. They were slightly too small to accommodate all his muscles, the t-shirt sitting a few inches above the pants' waistband, giving him a very '90s crop top and exposing his happy trail.

You were almost definitely more embarrassed than James. You were in a similarly aged pair of pyjamas, a cartoon of Spongebob over your chest. You couldn't tell if you'd prefer to be in the lame pair that you were wearing or a cute pair -- no, it would probably look like you were trying too hard. Which you weren't. You didn't care about looking cute in front of James Potter, why would you?

He was already in bed when you'd returned from your skincare routine, face fresh and moisturised, and though you knew he was going to be there, nothing could have prepared you for the sight of James Potter in your bed. Tucked up to the chin under your frilly floral grandma sheets, he looked the picture of cozy.

"Don't bloody touch me, I mean it. I want to feel alone in my own bed," You snapped, sliding under the covers, pulling the doona similarly high up to your chin. You turned over to the centre of the bed to find James already on his side looking at you. You let it be for a moment, surprisingly enjoying the sleepover vibes you'd created.

"Okay this is weird now, the pillow's going up." You slammed a long decorative cushion in between the both of you, secretly smiling at the sleepy giggle James let out.

The first time you awoke it was hazy, still early in the morning with golden sunbeams streaming through your curtains. Warmth enveloped you, keeping you cozy despite the winter morning outside. You shifted to burrow deeper into your blankets when a groan came from behind you, startling you more awake as you recognised the feeling of muscular arms wrapped around your middle. It suddenly all came back to you, James walking you home, the paparazzi, you making an absolute fool of yourself. However, James was a portable heat source and extremely comfortable so you let yourself ignore everything that had led up to it, allowing yourself another few hours of blissful sleep.

The second time you woke up James was gone. That wasn't surprising given he definitely had early morning training, but you would reluctantly admit that it was a little lonelier in your bed than it usually was.

You didn't leave the house for the rest of the day, finally cleaning your apartment after much too long. Turns out all you needed was to be embarrassed in front of a guest to get you motivated.

Monday morning you weren't hungover anymore, but you were mourning the weekend that had passed much too quickly. Still, things were running smoothly enough; you didn't miss the tube and had snagged a seat, and your makeup was looking absolutely grand. You were absolutely thriving.

That was, until you crossed the threshold of the Sunday People offices and the jerks from the politics columns started bothering you, as if a Monday morning wasn't punishment enough.

"Meet anyone nice over the weekend, sweetheart?" One crowed from his desk chair, looking positively dickhead-ish in his too-small button-up.

"Or still on the clock maybe? We know you're always hunting for a good story." The combination of both remarks confused you, but you strutted past them with a quick glare in their general direction, your clicking heels producing enough attitude that you didn't need to say anything.

As you approached your own desk area, you had the distinct and uncomfortable feeling that everyone was looking at you. You couldn't think of why, but subtly wiped the edge of your lips in case it was foolishly smudged lipstick.

You even swore you heard one of the royal writers -- an awful woman maybe twenty years older than you -- say something about your 'promiscuity' and 'unprofessionalism'. You didn't know where it was coming from. You weren't friends by any means but you usually just stayed out of each other's way, you didn't throw around insults at your workplace. You glanced down at your outfit but nothing seemed especially revealing, the same button-up and pencil skirt you always wore if you weren't doing field work.

You were really starting to wonder why everyone was looking at you when even Lily was sending you pitiful glances. You had just made up your mind to say something about it when your boss came striding towards you, anger emanating in a way which only middle-aged men can do.

"What is this?" He slammed a Daily Mail tabloid down on your desk. The office was dead silent. You looked down at it, wholly confused as to what it could be -- your last article was approved without any troubles.

THE 'INSIDE' SCOOP? POTTER GETS COZY WITH REPORTER ON NIGHT OUT

And there, right under the brazen headline, was the stupid picture that Peter Pettigrew took. The two of you out on the street, you tucked into James' side with his arm around you. Your face wasn't totally visible, but anyone who already knew you would recognise the figure and fashion.

You could feel your face drop as you read the article, a barrage of slut-shamey insults and reports of how intimate you and James were out on the streets of London -- all entirely false, of course. When you'd finished reading the piece the whole office was staring at you, waiting to see how you'd react.

"It's a lie," You said quietly, trying to stop your hands from shaking as they rested on your lap. There was a pregnant pause as your boss processed what you were saying, clearly confused. None of your coworkers dared to speak.

"Bullshit," He replied, face blooming red as he decided you weren't being truthful. "That's you and that's James, there's no denying that. The whole bloody country will be able to see you two getting cozy on the street. How do you reckon this reflects on me, having your name and workplace published alongside your completely unprofessional affair?"

"I understand that it looks bad, but it's not what you think at all. J- uh, Potter was just helping me get home after a chance encounter because I wasn't feeling well, then he hid at my place because of all the paparazzi. Nothing happened." It was a weak explanation, even you could tell, even though it was completely true.

The arseholes over in Politics were already sniggering to themselves and you wished you could have ripped them a new one. Instead, you were cowering underneath your brutish boss.

"It's your word against Pettigrew's, and only one of you's been printed. You've been publicly humiliated and we're getting bad press for it."

Your boss had left you with the threatening promise that the issue would be brought up with your superiors and the whispered opinions of every single person you worked with. You choked out an excuse to get out of the office, taking the lift up to the rooftop to cry.

You had peace for a few minutes, getting the most embarrassing of the sobs out alone.

"Did you actually sleep with him?" If it was anyone else you probably would have snapped, yelling at them for being so insensitive. Marlene said it with such earnest curiosity and sympathy that you turned to face her instead. You were met with her and Lily, your very best friends who you were feeling especially lucky to work with at that moment.

"No!" You told them the full story, about getting sick at the club, James just being polite and walking you home, and Peter Pettigrew's terrible betrayal. Both women listened attentively, taking it all in.

"I thought you hated Potter," Lily said finally, "How'd it get that far in the first place? Usually you'd have ditched him in the first five minutes of being in his presence."

"I don't hate him." You studied your hands intently, observing the peeling red nail polish you should have reapplied yesterday. "I think he's annoying and obnoxious and I've always hated that he's never believed I could be a serious writer, but I don't hate him. He has his moments. Besides, why would I waste energy on hating Potter when I could hate Pettigrew with all my heart?"

"What a snake," Marlene spat, lighting a cigarette as she got comfy next to you. You and Lily both nodded. Peter was not only now a backstabber, but he'd been becoming increasingly insufferable over the years you'd all been writing.

He started out quite nice and was in your periphery of friends in the same way Remus and even James were, but as he'd gotten the job at his shitty tabloid magazine he'd become downright intolerable, always twisting what you'd said both in official articles and when gossiping with other friends. You had all had enough a few years ago and stopped inviting him places. Clearly, he'd held onto the grudge.

At his own work, James was facing the same rumours, though not nearly to the same peril. As he rocked up to his home pitch for the morning training session he was received with catcalls and high fives which made him nervous. No one was ever that happy to be working out on a Monday morning.

"Thought you hated her, mate."

"Maybe all she needed was a good shag to get the stick out of her arse."

"Woah! Can we take it back a few steps and not talk about women that way?" James sent a look over to one of his teammates.

"Sorry bud," He held his hands up in surrender, "Thought you wouldn't mind since you're always moaning about her." James' eyebrows knit together as he tried to piece together what the men were talking about, finally giving up and asking for a plain explanation.

He was met with a copy of Peter's article, outlining the flirty touches and 'electric chemistry' the two of you shared. Scanning it quickly James felt his face screwing up in disgust. Never mind that it obviously wasn't true, what a disgusting violation of privacy. He'd only recently launched into the spotlight, working his way up into the Premier League and then team captain in the last few years. He still didn't know how to handle the fame, especially invasive press like this.

His first priority was setting the ruth straight for his team, explaining exactly what happened and outlining strict instructions not to bring it up the next time they saw you.

"This is going to be a lot worse for her than me," He said, ending the conversation there.

He was correct. Rumours only spiralled from Peter's article. You'd stupidly created Google Alerts for your name; as a journalist, it made sense to keep track of where your writing was being shared. One day of this nonsense and you had all alerts silenced, not wanting to ever visit the internet ever again.

Apparently, this alleged affair was the most interesting thing young British people had ever experienced. The football star and the sports journalist. As you packed up to leave at the end of the day you were feeling sick to your stomach, already overwhelmed by the attention you never wanted on you.

Your face blanched as you approached the dizzying glass windows, a mass of reporters swarming the door. You didn't have to think hard to know they were waiting for you. You retreated to the restroom where they couldn't see you to rearrange your exit appearance. Pulling your coat tight against you and scarf up to cover the bottom half of your face, you plugged your iPod nano in to appear busy (and touched up your eye makeup for the inevitable photos that would make it back into the news cycle).

Physically and emotionally prepared you braved the crowd again, moving through with a polite but firm shove, making yourself a path down to the tube. You only snapped at one particularly rude paparazzi, giving him an instruction of where to 'stick it' as you hopped down the stairs to your station.

You ate a haphazard dinner by your computer, obsessively clicking through the various articles (and now personal blog posts) that had mentioned you. Every link made you feel worse about yourself.

The articles themselves were bad, most of them degrading you and congratulating James. Some had even produced old school photos of the both of you, even a few from your uni days when James was just starting out professionally and you were attending similar parties.

The articles were one thing, at least they usually had to be somewhat impartial. The blog posts by James' fangirls were downright cruel, calling you a slag based on a singular photograph and dragging your name through the mud.

You were drawn from your doom-scrolling by your cellphone ringing, Britney ringtone at least drawing a smile from you.

"Hello?"

"Get off the internet," Sirius Black said from the other end of the line.

"How'd you know?" You exited the webpage dutifully, already feeling the weight of the world's ugly words lifting from your shoulders.

"I figured. First time being written about isn't easy."

"It's certainly making me grateful I've never been so bitchy in my articles," You produced a hollow laugh, "I don't know how people can say these things about someone they've never met."

"That's why we like you," He said, "Mostly, at least. You stick to the sport and not our personal lives."

"Don't inflate my ego, Black, it's just because I don't like you guys," You joked, your mood already blooming back to somewhat more chipper.

"That's what I've been telling him!" You heard Remus call from further away, probably the other side of their living room. Sirius made an offended noise.

"Is Potter there?" You changed the topic, swirling your mouse around the window aimlessly, too afraid to check your work or personal notifications.

"He's out right now, calling someone official -- a publicist or lawyer friend. He's tearing his hair out about this, he feels awful for you." Both men explained, bickering about who exactly he was talking to.

"Yeah, I'm noticing only one of us is getting called a slut." You rolled your eyes even though they couldn't see you, balancing your cell between your shoulder and ear as you made a cup of tea. Sirius' barking laughter crackled through the speaker.

"Don't worry about it, love, everyone knows The Daily Mail is full of shite. Besides, I got that all the time."

"Yeah, in school! Not when you have a grown-up job to save face at!" Sirius conceded, apologising lightly. You shrugged him off; he was not the target of your anger at all.

"James'll be back soon, do you want to stay on the phone?" Remus asked and you answered without hesitation.

"No. I don't want to talk to him right now. We'll just find something to fight about, it's not worth it."

"He wants to make things better," Sirius offered, "He feels terrible."

"Maybe when I'm not so angry at the world." You left them with the offered compromise, hanging up to pity yourself for a few more hours before bed.

You didn't end up being fired over the incident, your bosses couldn't find a good reason to cite, but everyone in the office knew you were on thin ice. Most weren't afraid to highlight that fact. You were really starting to hate the Politics guys.

You just tried to keep your head down, diving into your articles and trying to keep in the higher-ups good graces. Amidst the drama though you'd been taken off all football coverage for the time being, banished to the irrelevant 'sports' you never even knew existed.

The week had taken you out of London to cover bizarre rural events like cheese rolling and bog snorkelling; not uninteresting but a big change of pace to the Premier League drama you were used to.

It did take your mind off of James and the media shitstorm for a day or two though. Being in a small town was much preferable to London, at least for the moment. The paparazzi weren't going to make the drive to find you for a single day when there were plenty more interesting figures to find in the city.

Plus, you were meeting the most interesting people. Though it was no Premier League final, everyone around was so wholly invested and excited by the competition that you couldn't help feeling the same, despite your initial hesitation.

Throughout the day it was just you, your notepad, your camera and the few thousand people who came to participate and observe. You'd already met and interviewed the woman who made the cheese, the previous year's winner and you were waiting impatiently to see who'd prevail now.

The paper was paying for you to stay overnight so you could chronicle the post-event celebrations, and you'd never been so glad to be working late. The key players in the day, organisers and competitors had all convened in the town's old pub, basically heaving under the weight of you all.

You held up your beer with the others despite hating the taste, grateful to be included in their toast to the day. You laughed as you tried to down it quickly, wanting the taste out of your mouth as soon as possible without refusing such a kind gift. Holding the pint up in the air victoriously you accepted the cheers of those around you, including the lovely middle-aged lady who made the ceremonial cheese and the man only a year or two older than you who'd won earlier.

"Finally letting your hair down!" He laughed and you smiled back, trying to remember his name. A glance down at your notepad said Drew. "Can I get you another?" You hoped he didn't notice your eyes widen, not expecting attention like that, not when you were allegedly working no less. You opened your mouth to agree when someone else answered for you.

"She doesn't like beer, thinks it tastes like piss." You whipped your neck around at the familiar voice, mouth dropping open at the sight of James Potter.

"What the hell are you doing here?" You asked, jovial politeness abandoned.

"You didn't remember that my family comes to watch every year?"

"Respectfully, why the fuck would I remember something like that?" You snapped, moving to leave and follow the much nicer Drew to the bar. James grabbed your hand lightly, stopping you from leaving.

"Wait, can we talk please?" You just looked at him for a long time, considering how much patience you had after a full day of work, then shrugged half-heartedly.

He led you outside and away from the crowd, both of you letting out a huff as you noticed the change in temperature.

"I liked your story on the bog snorkelling -- interesting stuff," James broke the awkward silence and you rolled your eyes aggressively.

"As if you read my pieces."

"I do!" He insisted, silently refusing the cigarette you offered. "I've read all your pieces, honest."

"But... huh? You're the one who always said I'd be a shit writer, I've spent years trying to get the negative internal James out of my head! You absolute dickhead!" You shoved his chest, turning back towards the door to return inside.

"Are you thick? I only said that because I fancied you!"

James' words rang heavy in the air, the street otherwise silent. You stared straight ahead of you for a moment, his words settling on top of you as you focused on the orange street lamp.

This whole time, this whole time, you'd been fighting the image you believed James had of you, striving to be better, never being satisfied, for nothing. This whole time you and James had been bickering and trading insults for nothing? And all his flirting... James' annoying charm and ironic compliments and innuendo-filled teasing were all genuine, after all this time? Suddenly your whole world had turned on its axis.

"What do you mean you said it because you fancied me? That is not normal!" You whirled around, accusatory finger pointed his way.

"I don't know! I thought I was supposed to! It wasn't cool to be a sap!" James argued back, running a hand through his already tousled curls.

"Jesus Christ," You muttered, "So what, you thought all my arguing back was just flirting?" James' silence told you all you needed to know.

"Come on, don't act like you didn't like it a little bit! As I recall you were always up for the fight, weren't you? You never avoided me or ignored me. Let's face it, you enjoyed it as much as I did." He stepped closer to you, breath visible in the cool air.

"I didn't enjoy it, what the hell are you talking about? Why would I enjoy trading schoolyard insults with some arrogant, idiotic football player who discredited the one thing I wanted most in my life?" Suddenly you were inches apart, heat emanating from both of you as you fought.

"Like you never said I was stupid for wanting to be a footballer? Face it, love, you're just as bad as me."

And suddenly, despite all your better judgement and every bit of sense in your head, you were kissing him. You didn't know exactly how it had happened, and if anyone were to ever ask you you would absolutely pin the blame on James but there you were, out in the middle of the street without a care in the world.

Every one of your senses was on fire, the smell of his cologne, the taste of his lips, the feeling of his soft curls under your fingers. Everything about James felt like he was made for you, like all the years of you revolving around each other, playing off the other's insult was just a lead-up, preparation for the very moment you kissed for the first time.

James' arms around you were warm, strong from years of working out and protective like a weighted blanket. One hand wrapped around your midsection and the other firmly on your neck you felt wholly surrounded by him, isolated in your own bubble of James.

It was probably a bad idea, but you weren't overly concerned with addressing that fact in any rush. It didn't come as you tilted your head to bring him even closer, it didn't come as you said hurried goodbyes in the pub and collected your coat, it didn't even come as you closed the door to your hotel room, undoing the buttons to James' shirt like they had a personal vendetta against you.

The admittance only came as you lay entangled with him, faces millimetres apart.

"Was that a bad idea?" You asked, genuine self-consciousness mixing with pragmatic anxiety.

"I mean, I quite enjoyed myself, love. Did you not?" James' cheeky smile made you snort out a giggle but you sobered up quickly, hitting him lightly on his toned chest.

"Don't turn this into a joke!" You ordered, "Have we just fucked everything up?" James just looked at you for a minute, taking in the sincerity in your voice and the depth of your eyes.

"Of course we haven't," He assured you. "Do you like me?"

"But--"

"Ah! Do you like me?" He reiterated and you paused, nodding shyly. "See? You like me and I like you. We'll figure everything else out. Start slow; baby steps."

"Baby steps," You agreed, sharing his smile. It really only hit you how much you actually liked James once you'd said it, finally noticing how he might've been looking at you the whole time.

You sent James off early in the morning, both of you needing to make it back to London quickly. You had to get your article written up and James had training. Thankfully there was no awkwardness in your goodbye; James had to rush to meet his parents to drive back by car and you had a train to catch. The only moment of hesitance came as you said goodbye, waving at each other with a giggle as James hopped down the steps. He hesitated halfway, turning to look at you with the glint of mischief in his eye that you'd become very well acquainted with.

In a moment he was at the top of the steps again, swooping in to steal another kiss. You rolled your eyes to hide an embarrassing smile, pushing him back in the direction he came.

"Haven't you got somewhere to be?" You asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. James mimed twisting a knife in his chest but continued down the stairs nonetheless, giving you one last smile before he turned a corner and disappeared from your sight. You sighed like a schoolgirl then laughed at yourself, packing the last of your things to get home.

As you sat on the train, green landscapes passed you through the window and you felt your cell phone buzz from the minuscule pocket of your work trousers.

thinking of u :P <3

You grinned, looking out at the scenery so the people around you wouldn't be able to figure out your embarrassing secret. You felt like a teenage girl again, blushing over a text from the guy you had a crush on.

Everything turned to shit in a matter of hours after returning to London.

First, James' publicist made his statement. It wasn't necessarily terrible, but it really had no regard for you. No statement declaring you both on good terms, no coming to your defence or asking for the press to respect you. James looked like the hero saving a stupid drunk girl, and you still looked desperate for the most popular footballer in the country. You were decently sure it wasn't James' fault, but it did significantly dampen your lovesick giddiness.

The office was half-empty when you arrived, kitten heels clicking against the ground. You said a quick hello to Lily, still dutifully typing away at her computer. You followed her lead, exporting your notes to your desktop computer, formatting the piece and going through edits to have it ready for the next paper.

The sun was setting, sending orange and pink streaks through the sky when the door to your boss' office slammed open, echoing above the cubicles.

"You kissed him?" He yelled and you paled, knowing exactly what he was talking about but not how he knew. That problem was solved when he slammed the magazine down in front of you, no doubt just delivered by the skittery young receptionist running back to the elevator.

FACT OR FICTION? POTTER AND REPORTER CAUGHT SNOGGING AMIDST PUBLIC DENIAL

Fuck. That could not be worse.

The whole piece was essentially dragging your name through the absolute mud now that they had the confirmation there was something going on between you and James. The whole world thought you were sleeping to the top, or for the best scoop, and everyone hated you for it.

You looked up at your boss, words dying on your tongue.

"Please tell me that's not you," He said, grasping at the thinning hair on his head. You couldn't deny it.

"I..." You trailed off, searching for anything you could say to make it better. "I didn't mean to. And I'm being completely honest when I say that the first article was all bullshit. Things have... happened since then." You were already on the verge of tears. Even on an optimistic day, you couldn't have denied that this was utterly shit.

"Jesus." Your boss muttered, beginning to pace. "Look, I like you, you know? You do good work and you're never outta line, but I reckon the higher-ups are gonna be done with you. They wanted you out over the first article but I convinced them it was all speculation. This is proof and makes us all look bad that you're sleeping with someone you interview every other bloody week. Look, I'll do what I can in damage control, but I'd be bringing your stuff home tonight. I'm sorry."

How could he have just left you with that absolute bombshell? Effectively firing you, just like that? The tears had made their way up to your waterline, sitting there mocking you as you refused to let them fall. You submitted your piece and shut off your laptop, angrily stuffing your sparse personal decorations into your shoulder bag to get the fuck out of the building as fast as possible.

The paparazzi were waiting again, of course, like that was what you really needed. You pushed past them, making sure to land an extra hard stomp on Peter's foot, lips twitching into the beginnings of a smile as you heard him curse.

You sat on the tube, staring intently at your feet and trying desperately to think of anything but your current situation. You'd already been approached by someone who'd coughed out "Skank," which really hadn't done anything for your sour mood. All you wanted was to crawl into your bed and never emerge.

You wandered down the street between the metro station and your flat, hands shoved deep in your coat pockets.

"Hey!" Someone called and you glanced over on instinct, senses drawn by the interruption of an otherwise quiet evening. "You're the girl who kissed James Potter, yeah?" It was a girl still in her school uniform, probably sixteen or seventeen. You thought through your options quickly and shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Wicked. How was it?" She asked, chewing on pink gum. There was an aura about her that you liked, not judgemental like everyone else you'd met. If you were still in school you thought you might've been friends with her.

"Pretty good, I'd do it again." A cheeky almost-joke between the two of you, ironic given the shit that it had caused for you.

"We were talking about it at school. Pretty shit how they've treated you. Like they all wouldn't jump at a chance to get close to 'im." You liked the way that she didn't get any closer. Just the two of you standing face to face, divided by the empty road.

"Exactly what I've been saying," You agreed, tucking your hair behind your ears.

"If it was the other way around, if you were the famous one, James would be getting congratulated for getting with you, not ridiculed by the mindless gossip columns. All my friends think it's utter bullshit, stopped buyin' 'em and everything." You could have kissed her if that wasn't tremendously creepy. In five minutes, this schoolgirl had vindicated everything you'd been saying for the past week in a way no one else had.

"Thank you," You said, with more sincerity than you probably should have had for a complete stranger. The girl just shrugged with a smile, nodding before continuing down the street, the sound of her leather school shoes growing quieter with every step.

You felt it in your whole body every time you thought of the interaction for the next few hours, warmth spreading through your chest as you were reminded there were still good people around.

Your other reminder of that fact came with the sound of your buzzer, the laughing of Lily and Marlene echoing off the stone of your building. As you let them in curiously they presented armfuls of takeout, the smell of Chinese food immediately floating through your flat.

Lily took the responsibility of setting out the food while Marlene took control of your little television, flipping between channels until she found a suitable romcom starting.

You didn't speak about what had happened, no one mentioned James Potter or the bloody Sunday People. Yet, there was an air of tenderness that let you know the girls knew exactly what was happening and how you were feeling about it.

Still, there was something bothering you. You couldn't give it a name immediately, only a tugging in your stomach while the girls were entertaining you, but persistent nonetheless.

It wasn't until you were all crammed into your bed, the other two peacefully asleep, that you could identify the sensation. It was an overwhelming desire, a need to write that you hadn't felt in ages. It was the same feeling that had pushed you to be a journalist in the first place, an inspiration you typically only felt watching a magical soccer final.

You crept out of your bedroom, switching on your computer at the kitchen table, squinting at the aggressive blue light. And when a blank Word document appeared before you, you started writing. Obsessively, feverishly, words poured out of you at a rate that hadn't happened since you'd started at Sunday People.

The words of the school girl fresh in your mind, you started an article vastly different from your usual kind. Instead of strategies and highlights you dissected your own experience of the past week, saying everything you hadn't let yourself unload to the paparazzi outside your office (though with fewer curse words than they would have received). It could have been minutes or hours that you were writing and you wouldn't have noticed, eyes glued on the screen in front of you.

You didn't realise you'd fallen asleep until Lily woke you gently with a hand on your shoulder, offering a steaming mug of tea. It was light outside, the world already up and awake. You were glad it was a weekend as the girls didn't need to rush off to work, cooking a simple breakfast for you all to share.

"What've you written?" Marlene asked, the second part of her sentence unnecessary: since you don't have a job to write for. You shrugged, taking a bite of some eggs.

"Just something I had to get off my chest. Might see if I can sell it to someone to tide me over 'til I figure out what I'm doing with my life."

"Can we read?" You made a 'go ahead' gesture, the computer already open to the screen.

A WOMAN'S UNWILLING WEEK IN THE PUBLIC EYE:

How a woman always loses.

You sat in mild discomfort as Lily and Marlene read your piece in silence, anxiously awaiting their reactions. They weren't what you were expecting.

When they turned back to face you, Lily had tears in her eyes, red tones brought out in her skin. Even Marlene looked uncharacteristically moved, not at all the reaction you were expecting. Firstly, it was completely unedited so you suspected it was somewhat of a mess from your midnight haze. Secondly, it was more of a vent than anything, getting your hatred for invasive paparazzi off your chest. You thought you'd all laugh about it then move on with your days.

"Lils, what's wrong?" You didn't mean to laugh, it was more out of surprise than anything else.

"It's just, it's so raw and real. It's so unfair," She sniffled, wiping her eyes with the sleeves of her sweater.

"Jesus, you don't have to cry," You said lightly, "I'm fine! I hated that bloody place anyway."

"That's not the point," Marlene pointed out, "And Lily's right, this is really confronting stuff. It's great."

"Thanks," You mumbled, studying a lamp for something to do.

"Can we talk about James?" Your head snapped back to look at her.

"What about him?"

"Clearly there's been some... developments in your relationship, which we don't have to talk about--"

"Yet," Marlene interrupted.

"The point is that it looks like there's feelings involved now. What are you doing about them? Because if you publish that, it's putting everything out there, and even I can't tell how you feel about James right now," Lily finished.

"I don't want to talk to him," You said quickly, "I know it's not his fault but I can't think about him without getting mad. It's like I wrote; he ends up fine while I lose my job over one kiss."

"Understandable," Marlene nodded, "But if I know James at all, he'll be going crazy every minute that you ignore him."

You had much to consider when the girls left. The state of your career, your feelings for James, everything felt too big and overwhelming to make any decisions about. So, you took a nap.

The rest of your weekend was spent sending your then-edited article to as many newspapers and blogs as you could and hiding out in your flat, dodging James' calls.

Unfortunately, you liked him. You'd figured out that much. More unfortunately, he hadn't done anything to help you out in all this mess, benefiting from the press in a way that only England's favourite footballer could.

On Monday morning your piece was published. Not the biggest or most reputable newspaper, if your name hadn't still been trending it probably would have gone largely noticed. Instead, it blew up.

It had mixed reviews, of course, a tell-all so blatantly feminist would always attract its haters, but you were floored by the support it was receiving. Women were validating your experiences in a way you hadn't expected even a few days ago. It made you not so scared to leave the house anymore.

On Tuesday morning, Remus called you. You had the thought that it might have been James calling to grovel on Remus' phone, but you thought it was a smart enough idea you'd indulge anyway. If it was Sirius you wouldn't have picked up.

Instead, it was actually Remus.

"Come to the media room this afternoon," He said, evidently not wasting time with pleasantries.

"What?" You asked, caught off-guard.

"Just do it. Two o'clock."

"Remus, you know I don't have a job anymore, right?"

"Come off it, you know anyone on the team would let you in. You've got quite a name for yourself," He chanced a joke and you rolled your eyes.

"What, whore?" You retorted, only a little worried it would be true.

"I'm hanging up," Was all he said before the line went dead. You huffed, snapping your phone closed with all the attitude of a spoiled private schoolgirl.

Yet, at two o'clock you were standing in front of the media room at James' team's stadium, questioning all of your life choices.

The room seemingly went silent when you entered, dozens of pairs of eyes staring you down as you nervously stuck to the wall. You felt the derogatory, leering stares from all the sleazy men who'd been accusing you of sleeping with players since you first started in the field. It made you want to drop dead.

James made his way to the lectern up the front of the room with a cough, quieting down the chaos.

"Afternoon, everyone. I'm sure you're all wondering why I've called you here, I've got some things I'd like to address.

"As you all well know, I've been a frequent face in the papers lately, and not for my brilliant playing as it usually is. I recently got followed down a street after a night out looking after an old friend who happened to be a colleague of yours. Now I know that my godly good looks lead you to believe that I don't feel the same as all of you, but I do. And I'd like you all to consider how you'd feel if a man with a camera followed you all the way home after you'd been out for a night with your friends and a few cheeky drinks. It's pretty invasive if you can't imagine.

"Now, all this press hasn't really affected me. However, my dear friend has been subject to misogynistic articles, slut-shaming and harassment all because we were seen out together and a few hateful words from someone I used to consider a mate." You had no idea where this was going, but you were absolutely fascinated. James was more well-spoken, more mature and solemn than you'd ever seen him, though he still had his audience in the palm of his hand with his casual jokes. It was a masterclass in public speaking.

"If you haven't read any of my friend's pieces I would highly recommend them; she's got a brilliant voice and I personally read everything she publishes. However, I'm not here to talk about her work; I'd actually like to talk about her if you all don't mind."

What the hell was happening?

"In the midst of all these articles over the last week, I know you've all seen various pictures of us, including from secondary school. A few come to my mind, our graduation picture is a highlight, but I'd really like to talk about this one." James brandished a printed-out photo you recognised instantly.

"This photo was taken when we were twelve or thirteen years old at someone's party. That night, as you tend to do when you're young and bored, we played spin the bottle and ended up being each other's first kiss. I'm sure you're all wondering why I'm telling this story now, and it's because ever since that night as I have recently realised, almost a decade later, I have been embarrassingly, stupidly in love with her."

Your life wasn't real, it absolutely could not be.

"And though I've done some incredibly dumb things over the years, somehow she's managed to like me back -- at least a little. So I'm setting the record straight right now, she is not 'sleeping to the top' or trying to get a secret scoop out of me because I'm the one who's been chasing after her for twelve years.

"I know I've been rambling on for far too long so I'll wrap it up here, but I just wanted to end this little conference with a warning that if I see any more disgusting, hateful articles about her, you won't be getting another comment from me again. So nice to see you all!"

The room started to trickle out but you were stuck to your spot against the wall, frozen in absolute shock. You hardly even noticed the dirty looks you got from some of the people you'd been working alongside for years.

You spotted James in another corner, drinking out of a plastic water bottle and messing with his hair. A nervous tell.

The room was almost completely empty when you approached him, heels muffled by the carpeted floor.

"Hey stranger," You said softly, feeling way out of your depth. He turned in an instant, smile lighting up his face then melting away as it was replaced with an insecure frown.

"Was that okay? I didn't want to embarrass you but I wanted to step up and do something and protect you and--"

"Have you really loved me since we were twelve?" You cut him off bluntly.

"Every day since, as I've figured out," He agreed with a slight nod, glasses slipping down his nose slightly.

"What about all the flirting with Lily? The other girls over the years?"

"So obviously fake. Distractions. It's never been anyone but you, love."

You could only stare at him for a moment, your whole world shifting beneath your feet. James' face became increasingly worried, brow furrowing more the longer you remained unresponsive.

"If you don't feel the same that's totally alright, I still stand by what I did and I don't want you being harassed for--"

You'd always thought that cutting someone off with a kiss was ridiculously cheesy, reserved for shitty Hallmark movies with grown-up child actors who never got their big break. Turns out though, when you realise that your girlish crush on the star footballer has actually been a complicated love of twelve years, you don't really want to waste any more time.

When you woke up on Wednesday morning with James next to you, body heat keeping you cozy, you were convinced you had to be dreaming. When you eventually got up to check your emails and start your day the hypothesis was only solidified by the impossible email waiting in your inbox.

The fucking BBC wanted to hire you as a football commentator and sports writer. Your dream job at your dream company. If you let out an embarrassing squeal then that was none of your business.

You were still convinced you were hallucinating the whole thing until James came in with his biggest smile and that look in his eyes that told you he probably had a hand in getting your name on the BBC desks.

Even a few weeks ago you would have been mad at him, assuming it was mocking or he had ulterior motives. But it wasn't a few weeks ago anymore, and James Potter's whole, endless heart belonged to you. You weren't letting that go anytime soon.

[facefullofsadness]

I'm gonna combine all 3 of these bc they're all kinda the same, hope u anons enjoy!

content - sub!yunjin x dom!reader, smut (phew let's see, cunnilingus, edging, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, some corruption kink, some g!p reader)

wc - 970

a/n - the first anon is real, never escaping writing huh yunjin! am I complaining though? nope! love my rockstar tall hot perfect gf! lemme write her as a literal sub this time LOL

okay so sub yunjin.

I stand by the whole auditory thing, she loves sound. so not only does she love hearing your moans, her moans, the lewd sounds coming from her cunt, any of the above, but also dirty talk. you love to rile her on by whispering naughty things in her ear and watching her body stiffen.

she's not sensitive and loves foreplay. 70 percent of having sex with yunjin is foreplay, her relishing in the feeling of your skin touching her's and the pleasure gradually building the more you proceed. this way, when you get down to actually fucking her, her body is so incredibly responsive.

dropping to your knees to push her skirt up and panties to the side, sliding your tongue against her slit and filling your mouth with her slick, yunjin moaning out into the hot air surrounding you two. her thighs tremble on either side of your head and her hand threads through your hair, the other hand holding her skirt up to let you do your thing.

loud, responsive, and needy. yunjin whimpers with every swipe of the wet muscle trailing her clenching hole, hips jerking with every brush of your tongue against her clit, and whining your name like it's the only thing she can coherently remember in her brain clouded with lust. pleas for more leak from her lips when you tease her because oh my god is it amusing to see her so ruined by your touch.

and the joy it brings you to see her cry out for you when you deny her another orgasm, her body thrashing and tears welling at her eyes because you're so mean :( needs to cum so badly but you won't let her because "baby, I'm so sorry but you don't deserve it yet."

"I've been such a good girl though, please please god please let me cum. I-I can't take it anymore...!"

you bring your hand to cup her cheek and use your thumb to wipe her tears, cooing as she rubs her thighs together to suppress the orgasm, "you know I can't cum if you don't do it."

"I know my love, just hang in there," you shoot her a warm smile to comfort her as you plunge three long fingers into her pussy, making her scream out and tears trail down her cheeks.

forcing her legs open and smacking her ass if she dare close them. mumbling absolute nonsense as her hole sucks your fingers in more and more with each pump, her eyes rolled back and hands clutching the bedsheets. you'd keep aggressively fingering her until she'd squirt all over your hand, arm, and the sheets, continuing till she's completely overstimulated and forcing another orgasm out of her, giving her all the climaxes she had been begging for minutes prior.

alternatively in a g!p reader world, you'd pull out your fingers, denying her another orgasm and forcing a sob to escape her throat. you pull back from her and hover over her shaking body, tears staining her cheeks, hair absolutely tousled, hands clenching at your shoulders enough to hurt.

"wanna cum baby? need it? tell me, tell me how badly you want me to fuck you until you cum."

yunjin cries, pulling you in to bury her face into your neck and beg, "y/n-ie please! it hurts so bad! fuck me! ruin me until I fall apart, please please... use your fingers, bury your tongue in me, fill my pussy with your cock, just please!! it's aching!!"

your eyes darken and lip slides into a smirk as she trembles under you, begging to be fucked senselessly, it would be a shame if you didn't listen to her! and so you did!

kissing her tear-stained cheek and whispering a reassuring okay into her ear before pulling back and resting the tip of your cock against her entrance, swiping up and down to collect enough of her wetness.

looking yunjin in her watery and pleading eyes before slamming yourself into her, a scream ripping from her mouth. her moans deafeningly loud with every intense thrust of your hips into her soaking hole. you pant into her ear and she grips onto you for dear life. her cunt clenches onto your throbbing member and it's difficult to move with every stroke, but you power through because she feels so fucking good, taking everything you give her so well.

she blabbers incoherently and murmurs continuous thank you's as you ram into her with no mercy, your pace impossibly fast. the sheer amount of slick and spit on and in her pussy makes everything so easy and pleasurable that you can't help but to feel like exploding soon. you hold her legs wide open and push deeper, bottoming out into her and feeling her cervix on your tip, making her throw her head back and your nails sink into her plush thighs.

you continue to rail her, completely pussy drunk and obsessed with how corrupted yunjin looks under you, a shell of the former confident hot girl you knew. nothing but a fuck doll, begging to be ruined by you. rubbing your fingers against her clit and watching as it sends her over the edge, her legs wrapping around your waist, her hands digging into your back, her throat sore with another scream erupting from her throat, her cunt gushing with cum against your pelvis. you cum deep inside of her, spurting out ropes of white liquid into her, filling her to the brim with your seed.

both of your guys' legs shake with pleasure as you fall on top of her borderline lifeless body. she's panting and gasping, trying to grapple onto air as you lick along her neck, tasting her sweat and smirking against her shoulder, her squirming with every action.

a/n - pretty short bc there's no concept behind it, it's more just headcanon/thoughts!!

[lifemod17]

thoughts on 'Unaired EP'

IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-

below the cut in case you don't want spoilers <3

Nobody's Soldier

THE FUCKIN FALSETTO IS DRIVING ME INSANE ITS LIKE HE LACED THIS SONG WITH CRACK

"Benzos and gasoline" line is WILD (it is so hot for no reason wtf Andrew)

the little break that happens at 1:43 with. i don't even know what that is? like a sort of distorted / reverbed guitar bend / riff? either way, LOVE THAT.

also lets give it up one time for the organ, that is SO GNARLY, YOU CANNOT DENY IT!!!

hearing the live version vs. this recorded one is different, I literally went "OMFG WHAT IS THIS PART" starting at 2:53 when he gets all whisper-y WHY IS IT SO HOT

Listen man, I am a sucker for a good pause, and that pause after the bridge has me UNWELL.

SLOWING IT DOWN for the ending will never not be iconic. you don't see that happening a lot!

the intake of breath on the outro??!! tumblr user lifemod17 is NOT FARING WELL

July

so full of hope and promise and really just about having that thing or that someone to look forward to. The definition of "postpone that funeral"

THE SYNTHS??? FORGIVE HIM FATHER FOR HE HAS SYNTH!!!

"JUST KNOWING THAT'S GETTING ME THROUGH"?!?!?!? I wanna throw up. that is a Tonee-ass line. yeah 'July' is DEFINITELY taking the crown. This is my favorite from the EP.

i WAS right! he says 'prada' because it just made so much sense with the 'wore me out' line.

the whole second half had me in SHAMBLES. the lyrics were already insane but also throw in his soft voice mixed with the FUNKY & GROOVY beat?? I fear it is so over for me (I was genuinely screaming into a pillow and needed to sit down even though I was already sat and also I didn't know what to do with my person so I was just laying there and looking up at the ceiling while fighting off tears. I was SHOOK.)

It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and makes me want to roll downhill a field and pick flowers to give to strangers

Have I mentioned the pen game? Because it is on level 9000. His pen was on fire when he has writing this

B A S S O U T R O GOT ME ACTING TF UP

That You Are

I was not expecting the lyrics to be "that I'd be anywhere that you are". im sorry but that is devastatingly beautiful and rips my heart out brb sobbing

my wig quietly and peacefully ascended from my head.

it's a lot more raw, production wise. the vocals aren't super clean, but I actually really like it this way!!! it makes the song that much more precious, gentle, intimate

Bedouine's vocals NEVER DISAPPOINTS!! She always has a way of transporting you with her music- makes you feel like you're floating above water

I needed to sautee the yearning for this one, its so pretty but hits you right in the feels

The fact that this is speculated to be the contender for the spot of 'I, Carrion (Icarian)' I'M GONNA CRY AGAIN Andrew please do an EP breakdown cuz I need to know!

that little instrumental interlude towards the bridge is so lovely and the entire song really! I think they did a good job of splitting the vibe 50/50 <- I say this because I listen to Bedouine a lot and the vibe of her songs is definitely here. it just really shows that they both wrote this together. its not a feature, its a collab

We're all gonna cry and then afterwards we're all gonna hug cuz this song just inflicted so much emotional damage upon all of us

[kinkandkreep]

♡︎ 𝐂𝐖: 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

♡︎ "__" 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 

♡︎ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

♡︎ 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

♡︎ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @missgab @sucidalbutpretty

You almost pity Mikey. 

You can't know in the moment how thin the line between sanity and snapping he treads really is, but you do know you're only about to exacerbate the issue. 

And you even think you're going to enjoy it. 

In any other circumstance, you might have been appalled by even the thought of doing something so underhanded. 

But you can’t see how else you’re going to make Manjiro learn his lesson. 

Simply destroying his things and kicking him out will only cause him momentary distress, yelling and screaming will only tire you out. Both options, though they may be fleetingly satisfying, will still leave room for Manjiro to return to you, begging and pleading. 

Even if he will be on his knees. 

No, you want him to hurt the same way you hurt. Though you may not have fully acknowledged and felt out that hurt, you recognize that it’s there. 

You’ll give yourself time to cry, but only after Manjiro does first. 

It’s later in the day when you see Manjiro again. He’s come downstairs from presumably taking a nap, and you’re in the kitchen, earbuds in, making yourself something to eat. 

You can feel Manjiro’s eyes on you from where you stand, jigging slightly to the music. You begin singing aloud, hoping he picks up on the message in the song. 

I hope you both feel the sparks by the end of the drive

I hope you know she's the one by the end of the night

I hope you never ever felt more free

Tell your friends that you're so happy

You can see from the corner of your eye how Manjiro freezes up as he approaches you. A small grin curls your mouth, and you continue singing the next section of the song. 

I hope she comes along and wrecks every one of your plans

I hope you spend your last dime to put a rock on her hand

I hope she's wilder than your wildest dreams

She's everything you're ever gonna need

And then I hope she cheats

You pause a little longer than the music does before singing the last of the lyrics. 

Like you did on me

Manjiro still hasn’t moved, and you can practically feel his thoughts racing. 

You continue humming as though you’re unable to tell he’s there, just waiting for the moment when he finally addresses you. 

After quite a few moments have elapsed and he still hasn’t said anything, you take it upon yourself to say something first, pretending to be surprised when you see him.

“Oh! Manjiro. You know, it’s bad to sneak up on people like that.”

You chide him gently, teasingly pinching his cheek. 

Manjiro watches you with wide eyes, and you return his gaze evenly, brows quirked expectantly. 

“Do you need something?”

With those words, he seemingly snaps out of his reverie, shaking his head. 

“U-uh, no. I just…I just came to let you know I’d woken up.”

You hum, turning back to preparing your meal. 

“Alright. Well, I’ll be in the living room in a minute. Why don’t you go wait for me there?”

You can’t help but feel like you’re talking to a small child, and like an obedient little one, Manjiro nods and begins making his way towards your living area. 

As he turns, Manjiro suddenly stops, moving to face you again. He approaches swiftly, placing a hand on your shoulder and gently turning you to face him. You watch as he leans in for a kiss, this time unable to stop yourself from pulling away. 

Manjiro clearly notices, brows furrowed as he pulls back. 

“You ok?” He mumbles, and funnily enough, you can see the slightest hint of wetness begin accumulating on his lash line. 

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you nod, before easing out of his grasp. 

“I’m fine, Manjiro. Just go wait for me, ok?”

You don’t wait for him to respond, and eventually you feel his presence move away. 

After a few minutes, you’re done with your preparations. Moving toward the couch, you see Manjiro staring out of the window, seemingly lost in thought. 

‘Hopefully he’s considering the consequences of his actions.’ 

You know it’s probably a long shot, but hope was left in the box for a reason. 

Just as you’re about to sit, your phone begins to vibrate. Curious as to who it could be, you fish the device out from your pocket, exclaiming excitedly when you see who it is. 

“Shuji!” 

This catches Manjiro’s attention, and you silently delight in the frown that forms on his face. 

The aforementioned man is requesting a video chat, and you can see him moving about before you accept the call. 

“Ji-ji! What’s goin’ on friend?”

The man gives that signature lazy smile upon hearing your voice, eyes seeming to light up once they’re fixed on you. 

“__! Long time no speak, huh? You doin’ alright?”

You’ve taken your seat now, steaming bowl of udon and onigiri balanced carefully in your lap. You talk as you get settled, setting your tray down on the table beside you. 

“I’m doin’ well, thanks for asking. How’s work been keepin’ ya?”

“Pretty busy. But considering my line of work, that’s always a good thing.”

You nod, slurping up a bit of udon broth. 

“Indeed. Where are you now?”

“I’m actually back in Japan, at least for a little while anyway. Got a client here who wants me to photograph her vow renewal.” 

“Aww, how sweet! Let me guess, it’s an older couple?”

“Ding ding, you are correct. Her and her husband are really nice people too. I went to their house for the consultation- lovely, quaint little place by the way- and they fed me. The wife is an excellent cook.”

You giggle, and you can see Manjiro’s still present frown twitch slightly at the sound. 

“Well, free food is always a plus. When’s the big event?”

“A few weeks from now. They’re currently stuck between two dates. Their renewal will be a more intimate affair, so they’re not too worried about it.”

You nod again, having made your way through about half of your meal while you two chatted. 

“Well that’s good. So, other than that, what’s up? You need anything? I wanted to ask just in case.”

Shuji shakes his head, fiddling with something out of the frame. 

“Nothing much, just wanted to chat with my favorite girl. It’s been some time since we last talked, I figured now’s as good a time as any to catch up.”

You’re sure the slight purr in Shuji’s voice is audible to more than just you, and you’re proven right when you see Manjiro shift out of the corner of your eye. He’s moved a little closer to you, trying to slyly get a better look at the man on the screen.

Ignoring Manjiro for the moment, you can't deny that hearing such compliments from Shuji makes your chest warm. 

Perhaps Mikey can sense this, because he chooses that moment to make his presence known. 

"Hanma." 

The man hums, his smile faltering as he lays eyes on Manjiro. 

"Mikey! Long time no see. How ya' been, bud?" 

There's an edge to Shuji's voice, which Manjiro clearly doesn't appreciate. 

"Fine. Thanks." Manjiro's eyes narrow slightly, and you can see that his jaw is clenched the most minute amount. 

Shuji hums, before turning his attention back to you. 

“So, I was thinkin’ about comin’ over for a visit. Seein’ your pretty face over the phone is nice but it’s just not the same as seein’ you in person.”

The warmth from earlier, which hadn’t fully dissipated spreads, and you can hear Manjiro scoff quietly. 

You give him a warning glance, one which he pointedly ignores. 

“Sounds good to me, we’d love to have you over. How soon can you be here?” 

Shuji hums, looking upwards with a thoughtful expression on his face. 

“Got anything planned for the rest of the day? I’ve been so dreadfully bored for the last little bit, and you know boredom and I aren’t a very safe mix.”

The two of you chuckle, both plenty cognizant of how much Shuji loathes being bored. 

“Oh, I know all too well. I don’t really have any obligations so you’re free to stop by whenever you like. I’ll be here.” 

You exchange a few more words with Shuji, smiling and laughing all the while, before finally ending the call. 

“Well, we’re having company. Guess I’d better make the place look presentable.”

“Why go through the trouble,” Manjiro mumbles, looking very clearly off-put. “It’s just Hanma.”

“Yes, it might “just” be Shuji but he hasn’t visited since around the time of our wedding. That makes it special, to me anyway, and the thing you do when someone special visits is straighten up your house.”

“He’s “someone special,” huh?” Manjiro is looking at you know, an accusatory look in his eyes. 

You resist the urge to scoff, unbelieving of his hypocrisy. 

“Yes, Shuji is someone special to me. Is that a problem?” Your tone is stern, and Manjiro quickly finds himself unable to maintain eye contact with you. 

“No it’s…it’s fine. I just…”

Manjiro trails off, and with a sigh, you turn your back to him. 

“If it makes you so uncomfortable, then why don’t you visit Ken at the shop while Shuji visits? I’m sure he could use the help.”

Manjiro’s head snaps back towards you, an incredulous look plastered across his face. 

“You’re sending me away?”

“You don’t have to go, Manjiro. But unless you can behave yourself, you’ll have to leave. I won’t have you being moody and passive aggressive toward our guest.” With a wave of a hand over your shoulder, you make your way out of the living room, leaving Manjiro to stew in his thoughts. 

Once you’re out of view of Mikey, you quickly shoot a text to Ken, informing him of the plan. 

You

I’m sending Manjiro your way. Shuji’s coming for a visit. 

Ken Bes Fren 🐉

Are you sure? I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep myself from punching his adulterous face. 

You

😂 Oh Ken, you’ve always had such excellent self-control. I’m sure you’ll be able to handle it. We can’t let him know that you know yet. And we especially can’t let him know that you were the one who told me about his infidelity. He’d definitely try to fight you then. 

Ken Bes Fren 🐉

Alright, I trust you __. Send him over whenever. I’m at the shop, but I’m sure you knew that already. 

You

Of course. Thanks Ken! 😁

Once that’s done, you begin the process of cleaning and organizing your space in anticipation of your guest. Manjiro is no help, but you can’t be too bothered by that right now. 

Finished in the kitchen, you now make your way over to the living room. Manjiro’s gone, and you assume he’s upstairs getting ready to head over to Ken’s. You’re just finishing up there when the doorbell rings. 

‘Huh, he got here quicker than expected.’ 

You excitedly make your way over to the door, smile widening upon seeing Shuji’s face. 

“Ji-ji! You’re here!”

“I’m here.” The man chuckles, extending his arms for a hug. 

You slide easily into his embrace, only slightly having to reach on your tippy toes. 

The two of you stay connected for several moments, long enough for Manjiro to round the corner and catch you. 

“Sorry, am I interrupting something?”

You and Shuji slowly detach from one another, not at all seeming bothered by Manjiro’s presence or words, much to his chagrin. 

“Manjiro, say hi to Shuji.” Your brows lift expectantly, and Manjiro can feel the hairs on the back of his neck prickle at being addressed like a child. Hanma’s teasing smirk doesn’t help matters either, and Manjiro can’t shake the feeling that the tall man knows something he doesn’t.

“Hello Hanma. __, I’ll be heading out now.” He makes his way over to you, intending to leave a peck on your lips, but instead, he comes into contact with the soft flesh of your cheek, you having turned your head slightly at the last second. 

“Alright, have fun. Be safe out there on the road.”

“See ya’ later, Mikey.” Hanma drawls, giving a teasing little wave to the shorter man. 

Manjiro, being aware that you’re watching, only gives a silent nod, before hopping onto his 250, starting the engine and peeling away. 

Finally alone, you usher Shuji into the living room, instructing him to sit while you head into the kitchen. 

“What can I get ya’ to drink Shuj?” Your voice filters in from the adjacent room.

“Whatever you’ve got’s fine,” he hollers back. 

There's some clinking and shuffling, and a few minutes later you move back into the living space, a tray with two drinks and plates of edamame and harumaki in tow. 

"I hope you don't mind tea. I'm just…in a tea mood." 

Shuji hums, a lazy grin plastered on his face. 

"That's fine with me hun." 

You can feel the heat from earlier return with a force. Hanma looks so relaxed and at home, long limbs spread comfortably underneath the chabudai. He munches lazily on some edamame, eyes meeting yours. The corner of his lips quirk up as he chews. 

You can’t deny that you wouldn’t mind seeing him like this all the time.

The sudden realization hits you like a brick being thrown at your head. You’d always recognized that Shuji was handsome, in a, as much as you hate to say it, sleazy kind of way. Once he cleaned up his act, however, he’d become much more conventionally attractive. His shoulder length hair certainly added to the “sleaze appeal,” as you’d decided to call it. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

You snap out of your daze, quickly looking away at his words. 

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.” 

Shuji chuckles, popping the last bean in his edamame pod into his mouth, chewing and swallowing. 

"I don't mind, pretty girl."

Something inside you screams that you're treading a dangerous line, but you pointedly ignore it, deciding that you like a little of this kind of danger. 

'I suppose Manjiro does too.'

The thought causes you to sneer and scoff, both actions being noticed by Shuji. 

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I just…had a bad thought."

Scooting closer, Shuji places his chin in his upturned hand, elbow resting on the table in front of him. 

"I'm all ears. If you wanna talk about it, that is."

You sigh, and internally debate whether or not you should tell him about Manjiro’s unfaithfulness. 

You know you should keep private things private, but other than Ken you haven't spoken about it with anyone, and you know Shuji is trustworthy, despite his appearance suggesting otherwise. 

You feel like you just need to vent to someone, someone with a fresh, outsider's perspective.

"Manjiro's cheating on me." You rush out the words over a long-suffering sigh, already sensing the wetness wanting to build along your waterline. 

Shuji shifts and you look up only to find one of the darkest expressions you’ve ever seen him make on his face. 

“So Mikey’s a two timing bastard, huh? I always did get a bad vibe from that guy. And that’s saying something coming from me.”

You chuckle wetly, reaching up to wipe at a stray tear. 

Shuji beats you to it, however, thumb tenderly brushing away the traitorous wetness on your cheek. 

“Hey hey, no need to cry over a piece of shit.”

“Believe me, I’ve had to tell myself that a thousand times at this point.” Your smile looks more like a grimace, and Shuji has nothing but the desire to comfort you in this moment. 

He does so the best way he knows how, wrapping his lithely muscled arms around you and pulling you into yet another tight hug. 

You quickly sink into the embrace, sighing for the nth time, this time out of relief. 

‘He’s so warm,’ you think, somewhat deliriously. ‘And he smells nice.’

You feel Shuji’s tattooed hands rubbing soothingly up and down your back, which causes you to relax even further. 

“I’m sorry, __.” He whispers, and he sounds so genuine.

Another squeeze, and the two of you separate. 

Meeting Shuji’s violet eyes, you find them swimming with something you can’t quite place. 

Lust? Rage? A mix of both? You can’t exactly tell. 

Your eyes drift down to his lips. 

They’re slightly chapped from the air, then shining from a thin layer of spit as Shuji lightly runs his tongue over them. 

Your eyes remain fixed for a few seconds more, before Shuji’s hand moves to tilt your chin upwards.

“__,” he warns. “I know you, and I know you’re not the type to do something like this.”

“Maybe once upon a time I wouldn’t have been,” you return evenly, eyes silently pleading. “But circumstances are different now.”

“Are you sure,” he speaks lowly, face inching closer to yours. 

You reply by pressing your lips against his, hands coming up to tangle in black and gold locks. 

Shuji presses back immediately, humming into the kiss. He leans back, pulling you into his lap, big hands massaging your sides and ass. 

You kiss languidly, though there’s a slight edge of desperation and longing that colors every touch of your lips against his. 

“Do you…do you want-,” Shuji’s unable to finish the sentence, violet orbs frantically searching yours.

“Make me forget about him, Shuji. Take the pain away, even if just for a little.”

With a low growl, Shuji stands, taking you with him, carrying you up to your bedroom and proceeding to do just that. 

ᵃ/ⁿ: 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 

ˢᵒ…..ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵈⁱᵈ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈⁱⁱⁱⁱⁱⁱⁿᵍ? 🙂

ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ⁿᵉˣᵗ? ʷʰᵒ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵉⁿᵈᵍᵃᵐᵉ? ʷʰᵃᵗ ʷⁱˡˡ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵐⁱᵏᵉʸ ᶠⁱⁿᵈˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ'ˢ ᵖˡᵃⁿ? ʷⁱˡˡ ʰᵉ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ? ʷʰᵃᵗ ʷⁱˡˡ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵏᵉⁿ? ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵠᵘᵉˢᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ, ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ. 

ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ! ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿ'! 👋🏾

[rowretro]

𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪

WARNINGS: mentions of transitioning.

✧taglist✧:  @nikisdubblchococake @enhypensccstarlight @strawbsj @nikipedia07 @certified-ni-ki-lover

✧CHAPTER 9✧

Y/n groaned as she woke up, the teacher still yelling at the class to quiet down while she tried to get a peaceful nap. The girl hired a babysitter for the baby, while she and Riki were at school. “Y/n you free after school?” Sungchan asked with a bright smile as the girl smiled back at him “Y-” “No, she isn’t. I’m tutoring her afterschool. Remember y/n?” Riki cut her off as she groaned. “Maybe after tutoring,” she said as Sungchan shrugged, nodding before walking off. The girl smiled as Riki rolled his eyes at the duo.

Y/n was peacefully writing as Riki looked over her shoulder. The two are now home, stuck with each other yet again. Who knew a trouble maker like Riki actually got high grades in literature? Well y/n didn’t but now she does, she’s regretting her life decisions. “No no no, you got it all wrong again dumbass!” Riki said, flicking her forehead as she whined. “No, I can't do this anymore. I give up! I don’t care if I fail, I'm just not putting up with your bullshit I beg!” she yelled, sighing as she left the table. 

Riki snickered at her actions, maybe finding it somewhat cute. “I'm gonna go out” she said as the male frowned, turning to the baby. There was no way he was letting you go out with Sungchan. Never in a million years. He was manifesting in his head, for the baby to cry. It seems there was no need. You immediately slammed the door, rushing around to clean things away. “RIKI HIDE THE BABY QUICK- A-AND HIDE YOURSELF-” she exclaimed.

Lucky for her Sunoo had installed a hideout behind his closet, so she hid the baby there, safe, breathable, and no one will know.Riki blinked. Was Sunoo already back? No way, he’s literally in a completely different country taking pictures. “ARE YOU DEAF?! I SAID HIDE!” she screamed as Riki ran off to hide somewhere. Y/n nervously laughed as she opened the door. “Auntieee~” she called with a smile as the woman entered, her eyes scanning the room.

“Huh, you sure do make a lot of noise when you’re home alone, all the neighbors keep complaining you know?” The woman said, Riki frowned, wondering who it was, perhaps the landlord? “Well they always need gossip- and well you visit very rarely, they probably assumed that you will be strict with me or something-” Y/n shrugged as the woman walked in, examining the room. “Ugh- you still motorbike? Didn’t Sunoo ban that thing from you?” the woman asked as Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Of course- it’s your business… but why such a massive boy-ish leather jacket?... I mean no way that fits you-” he auntie said as Y/n scratched her scalp. “U-Uh- well I ordered it off of online- and baggy clothes are in right now you know?” y/n explained as Riki snickered a little. The woman frowned, as she put it on her. The poor girl tried not to visibly retch at the stench of Riki’s sweat. “Put it on I want to see!” she exclaimed.

Forcing a smile, she slipped on the jacket, Riki smirked, hearing the commotion, of course he knew how sweaty it was. “Wow… fashion these days is really uhm… interesting?” the woman said before walking deeper into the building. “Mens spray?... Sunoo doesn’t use thai brand-” the woman frowned “I-It’s a nice scent- y’know? I use it-” she explained as the woman blinked, frowning when she went upstairs.

 A pair of boxers, and one of Riki’s sweaters on her bed. “Boys clothes?... Y/n do you have something to tell me?” the woman asked. “Huh? Wha- no-” she blinked as her auntie sighed “Y’know, I’m a very hip auntie, if you’re transitioning you can tell me” “What?! No- no im a woman- this is just- just-” “Ahh I see… you had a friend over hmm? Fine I won’t tell Sunoo but I hope you’re staying safe. Your mother was pretty wild at your age, its why Sunoo exists now-” the woman said as Y/n sighed.

The woman then opened the wardrobe, her eyes meeting the very eyes of Riki. “Oh another door here? It seems you have a visitor y/n-” the woman said as Riki awkwardly waved. Then it clicked. She glanced at Riki who was in his comfortable clothes, and at Y/n then nodded. “I see I see… just uh- use protection kids? Stay safe, love is great but you should know to stay safe- living together isn’t always the best thing- but uh if you know what you’re doing then great!” the woman mumbled, clearly shocked as she left the building. 

Y/n started to run after her “AUNTIE IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE- HE’S JUST HELPINF- MHMHMH MHMHM HMHMH HMMMM!” Y/n yelled, her words getting cut off halfway by Riki’s palm pressing against her mouth “What are you doing idiot?!!!” Riki asked, annoyed. “I'M GOING TO TELL HER EVERYTHING- SHE THINKS SOMETHING WEIRD” Y/n said as Riki flicked her forehead “And ruin everything we worked for?! Idiot. Just let her assume, until we figure out what to do with your life and the baby, just shut up” Riki simply said as the girl sighed.

✧𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪✧

[bunnyluvs-blog]

MONSTER!SKZ X READER

(nsfw)

MINORS DNI !!!!!! u freaks

TAGS-- wearwolf!bangchan, breeding, heat, knots, degrading, vampire!leeknow, forest sex, chasing, cunt eating, minotaur!changbin, size kink, reverse cowgirl, praise?, succubi!hyunjin, degration, mirrow sex, Alien!Jisung, head, pussy drunk, whiney han, Dragon!Felix, hair pulling, cumming on readers face, Ghost!Seungmin, fingering, Zombie!Jeongin, inexperienced jeongin, pleasure dom

Wearwolf!Chan: rough passionate sex. Lots of marking and biting. But it was always like this. The first time with him being open about being a wearwolf was filled with lots of “are you sure”s and “we dont have to”s until you got so fed up you fucked him yourself. now every time Wearwolf!chan has a heat he has his pretty little partner to go home and destroy.

”yeah fucking love fucking you..goddamn.

my hole my cumdump my pretty little thing. gonna take my knot huh?

yea fucking take my knot..fuckkkk gonna fill you so good n’ make you have my pups right?”

Vampire!Leeknow: Chases you in the woods. You tend to make fun of him and call him “Edward”. So now everytime you do he takes you to the woods and makes you run. Once he finds you he fucks you up against a tree, on the ground, any where he ends up finding his favorite thing to suck dry. Also loves eating you out in the woods and makes it a challenge for you to not scream.

"Awee whats that ? Little slut can't handle it? Too bad.

No no not gonna suck your blood, gonna suck this pussy dry

Dont cry now? You wanted this now take it"

Minotaur!Changbin: Twice your sizes and never fails to make you forget that your hole is just so fucking tight. Sex with him is slow unless his angry. Some human tried to fight him again or "send him back to hell". Comes home after killing humans just to bend over his favorite fuck toy aka you <3. Loves reverse cowgirl. He just adores seeing your tiny hole take his fat cock!

"Shit...there u go baby take my cock.

Such a tight fuck hole oh my god..

Yea? make me fill you up, find that right spot baby"

Succubi!Hyunjin: Showed up once after summoning him and doesnt leave. Fucks you at least twice a day! Another lover of eating you out. Your juices are his meals. Doesnt stop even after your crying and begging for him to. Overstimulated yet still grinding on his fingers. Loves watching the face you make when you cum. Loves it so much in fact he put a mirror right there so you can see just how gorgeous you are with ur eyes rolled back and a loud moan coming out of your mouth

"Look at you darling, so full of my cum

oh dont whine, im not done with you yet slut”

Alien!Jisung: who snatched you off of earth to try to cross the dna between his kind and yours. But fighred out your hole is too good to not keep you around for (also he had a total crush on you). Sloppy messy sex all over his lab. Gets so pussy drunk. Even when he isnt losing his mind over how much he loves your warm tight cunt. He makes you suck on his cock while he researches.

"FUCK mm pussy so good..sucking me in fffuckkk

gonna cum in you gonna cross breedss..youll let me though right, yeaa you fucking will

gonnacumgonnacumgonnqcum"

Dragon!felix: fucks you day in day out, 24/6, nights and weekends. You were the only person not scared of him when he told you the truth. So now he has to show you how greatful he is to have such a perfect human with a perfect everything for him to rearrange. Personally loves it when you give him head without him asking. Lots of hair pulling. Lots of cumming on your pretty little face. Gets needy when you rub the dragon scale necklace he gave you of his scales for your birthday.

"Dont act surprised you rubbed that damn necklace all day

Take my fucking cock fucking take it

awe is my baby cry because their dragon fucks them to good?"

Ghost!Seungmin: Who can only touch the things in your apartment, and you apparently. Loves to surprise you with his fingers burried deep inside you when you come home from work. Says its to help you relax. His long skinny fingers reaching places you could never touch withojt his help. Makes fun of you for it. Spits in your mouth when you whine a little too loud for his liking.

"Welcome home baby, just relax, gonna mame you feel good

Eyes on me slut, god you go all dumb as soon as i touch you

So loud..maybe i have to find something to fill your mouth"

Zombie!Jeongin: who accidentally came back from the dead after you tried to bring your cat back. Looks completely normal, Just a little slow. Has to lean how to fuck you since he died without ever having a partner. Does whatever you tell him to do without asking. Wants to be your good little pet so badly. Cant cum so makes it up to you by making you cum as much as you want

"Is this right? Just wanna make you feel good

Your clenching on me..is that good?

Just one more time please? I pinky promise"

[odetodilfs]

Hi! I was wondering could u do male reader x joel . Like reader is joel's boyfriend and was there when tommy joel and sarah are escaping the city and after sarah's death he basicly 1 years past and joel is having a nightmare about the day sarah died and reader help comfort him.

Just a nightmare, my love

Thanks anon for this request and I loved writing this!

Pairing: bottom Joel Miller x top m!reader

Warnings: Praising kink

You were both sound asleep as Joel held you in his arms, keeping both of you warm, you had just woken up mid sleep but you tried to get back to sleep again, cuddling Joel’s shoulder and cupping his cheek, feeling his soft, growing beard. Suddenly, he started speaking, “No… stop! Please!” he started saying weakly, you thought he was speaking to you but his eyes were shut tight as he started thrashing slightly in the bed. “Sweetheart? Joel? It’s alright, just a dream” you tried to wake him up, “S-sarah-” he almost screamed, oh no, it was one of those nightmares, there was cold sweat running down his head, “Joel!” you whispered louder as he woke up abruptly, screaming for help, “Sweetheart, it was just a nightmare,” you reassured him he looked at you and brought you towards him. “I must’ve woken you up, sorry” he apologized, touching your hair, “No, I already woke up, no need to worry,” you smiled at him, “plus, I wouldn’t mind waking up to a man as pretty as you” you smirked, “Thanks my love” he smiled at the compliment, 

“Wanna talk about the nightmare?” you brought back the topic, “Well, just another nightmare of those, we were escaping and then Sarah…” he cut his sentence and started sobbing, “I’m sorry, it still hurts remembering it” tears were coming out of his eyes now, “Hey, no, okay? It’s okay to cry, Joel, you don’t have to say the full sentence” you said as you scooped him up for him to lay on your chest as he cried, “What would I do without you?” he said as he kissed your body, 

“I don’t want to find out what I’d do without you either” you said, kissing his hair, “I love you” he said as he hugged you, “Love you too,” you said as you patted his back, “Well, it must’ve been terrible for you, so we can just, do something to get your mind off of it, anything” you said with no dirty intentions, but the way Joel’s sweet smile turned into a smirk, “Joel!” you said as you playfully rolled his eyes at him, “So can we?” he asked, but honestly, you were horny too. “Where do you want it?” you smiled as you asked, “Inside me” he asked so politely it was impossible to not give him what he wanted, he shifted so that he was on your back under you, “Never seen you so desperate Joel” you teased him, 

“Please” he begged, putting on puppy eyes made you finally reach for the lube and start smearing it on your dick and fingers. You started to play with his hole, carefully stretching him out for you, Joel had his eyes shut tight as he moaned coos of pleasure from what your fingers were making him feel, he was so vulnerable at that moment. You curled your fingers into his g spot for the first time and he threw his head back and managed to contain a scream of pleasure.

“Mmm, love it when you make those pretty sounds for me Joel” you complimented, he couldn’t even speak from the way your fingers felt inside him, “Ready for my cock baby?” you asked, he just nodded as you took your fingers out of him, “What a pretty little hole you have my love, gonna love making it mine” “It already is yours” Joel said, still panting, you chuckled, “Good boy, now take it baby, you can do it” you said as you pressed your dick against his hole, now loosened up, “Baby-” he moaned “Shh, it’s okay, just stay like this, keep taking it baby, you’re doing so well” you assured him, he always needed assurance when he bottomed, “Yes- more” he begged, and so you did give him more, he moaned and moaned as you slid deeper inside him, “Please” he kept begging so sweetly, with no idea of what he was actually begging for. His whimpers were making you hold back from absolutely ravaging the man, “My pretty boyfriend, you deserve the world, I’m going to make you feel good” you knew Joel got off on the amount of praise you gave him.

As you started thrusting harder Joel started to whimper, his moans were like music to your ears, over the year you’d been together you’d learnt Joel was a very vocal man, he liked making it known he was feeling pleasure, and the way his tight, warm ass was making you feel invited you to thrust harder, but you were holding back, you didn’t want to hurt your man, especially after a nightmare, “Everything good there, my love?” you asked him, “More than okay” he chanted so prettily, there was sweat dripping down his face by now, his unbuttoned shirt giving you a view of his torso, his chest and stomach were so perfect, “Joel, how could I score a man as perfect as you? The way you look, the way your hair feels, the way your ass feels so warm around me, you’re so goddamn beautiful” you kept praising him, he was taken aback, your words turned him into a whimpering mess, “I love you”  you whispered into his ear, he moaned loudly and clenched around you as he came and shot his seed between your bodies.

You continued to thrust in the tight, warm wetness chasing your orgasm like nothing else mattered, “Baby- cum in me” he begged, “please” he begged again, that was enough for you, you came and exploded inside him as you screamed in pleasure, you stayed locked together, panting, then you licked his cum off of his body and scooped what was on your body with your fingers and put it in your mouth, 

“Christ, you were so hot Joel” you said as you took him in your arms, “better now?” you asked, still remembering the real reason you had sex in the first place, “Yeah, thank you love” he said as he kissed your lips so sweetly.

 “Wanna sleep in your arms tonight” he said as he already started drifting back off, “Feel free to” you said, “Can you play with my hair?” he asked softly, almost like he couldn’t believe he was saying it, “Of course my Joel” calling him yours made him smile and he immediately drifted off to sleep as you played with his hair, “Goodnight my love” you said as you kissed his forehead and went back to sleep.

[stevenssticks]

Walk with me yall.....

Virgin Dave Mustaine *Feral Screaming*

Baby so horny and desperate barely holding himself back from pouncing in his First lover when they decide to get sticky with It as reader thought that mutual masturbation/sucking him off for the First time and letting him put in Just the tip would be enough to help him cool down but boy oh boy, Dave couldn't wait to get to feel what's like to fuck a real pussy after beating his cock so many times with those porn magazines thinking about his sweetheart so he begs and pleads to his Darling

Him being a nasty, perverted dirty talker naturally, all eager to shove himself as deep as he Can even If It makes him feel overwhelmed and on the verge of crying because no matter How much his sensible Dick Hurts, he loves How warm and wet it feels around him, and when he notices the little bulge whenever he slid in and her juices running down her thighs, making a mess where their bodies connected, she Can almost see his eyes Rolling back as he shivers and trembles while Cumming harder than he ever had before letting out noises that she never expected to see a Man doing

Poor reader, she is in for a long First night because no matter How many times he seems to cum, he Just can't get enough of the feeling

(THE FREAKIN AUH AUH NOISES U ALWAYS TALK ABOUT KEEP HAUTING ME IN MY DREAMS GRRRR)

HOLY FUCK IM WALKING WITH YOU. I AM MOST DEFINITELY WALKING WITH YOU WHAT THE FUCK. i might have to turn this into a full one shot bc mmmghhnmmmmmmmmmmm this is making me feel so many things.

for one: giving him his first blow job would be out of this world. he loves loves loves your mouth. wants to cum in it, fuck it. and he does just that. he’d beg you for it, asking “please please please can i fuck your throat? want it so bad. mouth feels so good.!” and ofc you pull off him for a sec to hesitantly say okay, and as soon as your mouth is back on him he’s grabbing your hair and fucking deep in your throat, letting out a wail bc bby boy is so overwhelmed at the feeling of your warm mouth. he’s cumming down your throat so fast and he’s so embarrassed about it he gets all blushy and shy<<333

OH OH AND giving him a pussy job and just rubbing your cunt over his dick but not actually putting it in. him whining and begging and rutting into you like he’s in heat asking “please. just the tip. i’ll be good i swear. please??” and you ofc cannot say no to a face like that and pleads like those. he gets you on your back and as soon as he presses the tip in he’s GONE. his eyes flutter close and his mouth drops open and he can’t even get a noise out with how good it feels. he’s gotten his taste, and now he wants more. he starts begging again and oh you’re giving in too. it feels so good to have him inside you already. you breathe out a little, punched out noise of approval and he’s slamming into you.

he’s so fucking horny and has been lusting for you since the day he met you and now it’s happening and he’s so overwhelmed with the feeling of it all. he literally would wrap his arms around you in a bear hug and start humping into you bc he doesn’t even wanna pull out at all. he’d be whining and moaning in ur ear telling you “feel so good. your pussy feels so good. fuck, i’m gonna cum inside you. needa cum in you. fuck fuck fuck” and you’re just holding him trying to ground yourself as he ruts into you.

the poor boy damn near howls when he cums, and even after that he can’t stop. he looks between your legs to where you’re connected to see a ring of his and your cum at the base of his dick and he’s already hard again. he’s so fucked out and overstimulated and it fucking hurts, but he’s still flipping you into every position he can and he doesn’t. stop. cumming. at one point he even crawls up the bed to lean over your face and have your throat again and you can taste his cum and yours on your lips and it’s so heady. he’d be so obsessed with getting you all messy and seeing spit run down your chin and hearing you choke on him. him letting out little “thank you”’s in between moans<3333

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yeah… i’m gonna need to make this into a full story. keep an eye out for that and anon whoever you are BLESS YOUR SOUL.

[kitkat-moon]

Childhood Friends

-Day 7 of VITAMIN U EVENT-

(Y/n gets Shoto's scar instead 😅 sorry baes)

Y/n= age 12 ; Touya= age 13

You and Touya had been friends for years... But you never really gave each other anything. So, today you decided to change that. After several hours of work, you finally finished crafting 2 identical bracelets*... Hoping he would like it, you ran off to the Todoroki home. Ms. Rei had once told you that you were always welcome to come by, so you did...a lot.

When you knocked on the door, much to your surprise, Endeavor (Enji) answered the door. He looked like he was getting ready to leave himself so upon seeing you he glared and stormed out, leaving the door wide open for you.

You quietly walked inside, being met with a crying baby Shoto, Fuyumi and Natsuo running around like dorks, and Touya trying to calm Shoto whilst their mother cooked. Sighing, you quietly went to Touya's side and assisted with Shoto, giving him some ice to chew on from your quirk... He seemed to be teething... 𝒉𝒎...

"Huh- oh- hey, Y/n..." he said softly, sparing you a small smile.

"Hey, Touya..... What's going on?"

"Dad went berserk... Now everyone's going crazy, even Mom is a little off..." he looked down at Shoto who had finally stopped crying, "how'd you do that...?"

"Heh- I have some younger siblings...... I know what a teething baby looks like, Touya." you chuckled, "I'm surprised you don't, aren't you the oldest of 4?" you smirked, loving the way he rolled his eyes at your playful comments.

"Oh shush, icicle." he muttered, using the nickname he had once given you a few years back. You smiled and blushed slightly, rolling your eyes.

"Oh please," you hummed and turned towards the kitchen, "I'm gonna go help your mom make lunch..." quickly, you walked out of the room and went into the kitchen... Just to have a boiling kettle of water thrown at you. Luckily, your quirk kept it from burning you physically but it still hurt...a lot.

"GAH! What was that for?!" you screamed, placing a hand over your right eye as you breathed heavily.

"Y-y/n...oh- dear- i- Y/n- i-" Rei trailed on, unable to find the words to explain herself as you bit back tears.

Not but a moment later, Touya showed up. He was ticked off upon seeing the soaked floor, his mother trembling, and you covering your eye as you attempted to use your quirk. It was the best way to stop the burn from marking. 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒕. He attempted to help you, biting back his own tears as his other siblings trailed in...except Shoto, who was probably asleep in his crib no doubt.

"What happened?" Fuyumi was quick to speak, grabbing your arm as she examined the light mark forming around your eye, it was a bit disturbing to her...

"Yeah! Y/n, what happened?" Natsuo continued, "why is mom shaking so much...?" we all glanced at Rei, her hands were shaking and she was staring at the floor. Carefully, you broke free from everyone's grip and walked to her.

"It's ok, Rei... I'm so- are you ok...?" you mumbled, stumbling over your words quietly.

She stared and stared and stared, unable to answer you... It reminded you slightly of- 𝒏𝒐, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝑹𝒆𝒊 𝒊𝒔𝒏𝒕... Swiftly you made a decision, you grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the kitchen.

"Fuyumi, Natsuo... Stay with Shoto. Touya, come with me...." your voice trailed off as they nodded and you walked out of the house, dragging Rei behind you.

--time skip--

You had gotten Rei to the hospital and were now sleeping back in the Todoroki house. While you slept, the others were walking around downstairs trying to make you something to eat... Fuyumi knew how to cook, so it wasn't a problem, but the others didn't listen well.

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I'll make a part 2? Eventually?

*bracelets ↓*

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[joviepog]

Ceux qui nous détruisent

Translation: the ones who destroy us

-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-

Warnings: Lots of mentions of blood, death, running away, fire, arson,

Pronouns: she / they

Word count: 637

Tag list: @gaytoadwithapopsicle @haunted-headset @ax-y10 @loversj0y @lillylvjy @lanaxoxoxoxoxox @phxntomsdusk @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @when-you-cant-think-of-anything @danny-yagami @poraphia

Anything else: this is like, the gist of a story I’m working on rn. Also I wrote this with a song! So if u want, you can listen while you read! You would most likely have to time your reading with the music lolz. (YFN means Your friend’s name!) if I missed any warning let me know!

Ps. I will be using the same siren photo for all of my siren stories lol.

This story is NOT proofread

Listen to this while you read! Try timing your reading with the story! :D

“Wait!” You screamed as you see your parents get dragged away by the police. Blood dripping from your head and tears flowing from your eyes.

-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-

“Get them!” A worker yelled as you and your best friend ran off into the cold night. You two decided to never come back to that orphanage

-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-

“Hide here.” You say as you look through the trash. “It’s going to be okay.” You say with a smile as they sit beside your legs. They’re trembling, scared.

-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-

“School isn’t that bad.” They nudge your shoulder and you roll your eyes as blood drips from your cheek. “Sure thing boss.” They laugh.

-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-

“You dont have to risk your life to save me!” They cough as you run towards the smoke. “I do. I took this job so that i can get you your meds.” You yell back, annoyed.

-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-

“YN!” You turn around to see them on the floor, coughing blood. “YFN!” You shout as you run towards them, fighting of villains. Save your breath…

-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-

“You’re going to die!” You shout at them. As you protect yourself. “It’s okay.” They say with a smile. “NO ITS NOT! JUST- just stay alive!” They sigh. “You know i wont make it another week either way.”

-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-

You carry their body to the hospital, angry that the heroes didn’t help you save them. You regretted ever becoming a hero. You wished death upon them.

-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-

You set an apartment on fire just to catch the hero’s attention to let them know you were a villain. You laugh as you see the building go up in flames, crazed.

-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-

You train and train for years. Trying to get your body enough strength to fight heroes. You knew their weaknesses. You knew their strengths. You just hoped they didn’t become stronger.

-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-

You become a villain, working along side them. You worked together with Siren for most of this time. You hates to admit it, but he was the only decent villain that you could talk with.

-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?”

“YOU’RE GONNA RUIN THE PLAN!”

You shrug and give them a smirk. “Oh well.”

You grab the lighter from my pocket and set the building on fire. Going against the villains. Trust no one.

-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-

You work alone, fighting the villains, fighting the heroes. You never let you guard down. Your only goal was to kill the main hero, dream. You just wanted to see the hero’s downfall.

-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-

You become friends outside of your villain life with a man named Wilbur, finally letting your guard down. After some time, you begin to have a crush on him. After some time, you two start to date.

-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-

Siren begins to pop out of nowhere, when you’re fighting the heroes, he’s there helping you. When you’re fighting the villains, he’s there flirting with you, giving you tips, not exactly helping you

-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-

You make a deal with the villains, helping them destroy the heroes. You then go on a mission with them, Siren right beside you the whole time.

-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-

Siren gets badly hurt, bleeding from his chest. “Just wait here Siren!” You begin to cry, “I’ll go get Tommy.”

“No. just stay.” He sighs.

“I’ll be right back..” you hated yourself for letting this happen again.

he grabs your hand, “YN. Stay.”

“No-“ you paused “Wait.”

He takes off his mask and there he is. Wilbur, the love of your life. He laughs, “this isnt how this was supposed to go.

You start to bawl, “Wilbur! I’m so sorry. This is my fault. We should have never gone on this stupid mission. I should have protected you. I should have-“

“Its fine YN, just… stay.” He breaths out, “Plus, how was i supposed to show that i was better than you?”

You laugh as you sit beside him on the alley’s wall, still crying.

Suddenly you don’t hear his shaky breathing.

…

“Wilbur?”

“WILBUR!”

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[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

GHOST SPIDER GHOST SPIDER GHOST SPIDER

The noccoro angst with this reversal is beautiful! GIVE ME PISSED OFF NETEYAM WHO RESENTS JAKE FOR ABANDONING SPIDER

Give me neteyam who is racked with massive amounts of guilt and torment over not rescuing Spider and having to live with the fact that he's dead and only neteyam knows and can only see him....

I think the only person who would believe him would be Kiri, considering how in tune she is with eywa and her surroundings.

Give me Neteyam trying to help put Spider's spirit to rest, but Spider is so far gone that it's impossible to even try, because Spider's spirit is just so broken from everyone turning their backs on him and abandoning him to the sky people and him feeling like he's not good enough to pass on into Eywa's embrace.

"You left me to die!" Spider screamed.

"I-I never wanted to leave you behind! None of us wanted too leave you behind!" Neteyam cries out as tears roll down his cheek.

"LIAR!" Spider screams as the marui shakes violently from Spider's furious rage.

GOD YES THANK U FOR SCREAMING WITH ME ABOUT THIS. HOW DARE YOU WRITE THAT.

(If you guys don't know what we are talking about, it's the ghost of Guilt by @undercoverpan which is like a Spider ghost version of our Neteyam ghost au and we are all literally insane for not thinking of that first).

I know we've all been on our Neteyam hiding his relationship with Spider shit, but I feel like this is the perfect opportunity for him to just say fuck it and just start saying everything and going off on everyone. I KNOW Kiri would believe him, and I think Lo'ak would too, he looks up to Neteyam too much not too. The tragedy that even if he can get through to Spider ghost and they can reconcile and he can prove to Spider that he loves him and that the kids all care and never wanted to leave him, it ultimately doesn't matter. Spider is still dead and Neteyam is still just seeing a ghost.

(If any of you are into The Black Phone and also are into very sad and tragic ghost love stories, feel free to check out Holding On and Letting Go by Nizhoni93, which this fic reminded me of in the hopelessness it made me feel in the ghost of a loved one being right in front of you, but not really there at all. It's so incredibly well written. Little tw for implied rape/non con, but if you know The Black Phone you know).

Fun edit to my draft of this: got distracted rereading that fic, please have a long list of quotes from it that really haunt me and that I feel really fit our ghost love au:

"He curls in on himself, crying quietly. I lay beside him on my side, head lying on my arm, watching him. A heavy blanket of grief covers us both. There’s a block of moonlight coming through the window. It splits us down the middle, me in shadow and Fin bathed in the silvery blue streak peaking through the jarred curtain. It’s almost ironic. That we’re laying on opposing sides now, like it was always inevitable. This frail seam divides us more than I feel. Light and dark. Life and death. Maybe we were just never meant to be in each other’s worlds."

"When he falls asleep again, I want to reach across that fragile line of midnight, that mystical brink between us, and urge the sweaty strands off hair out of his face. I imagine imprinting myself under Fin’s skin, leaving new and warm dreams of us to replace the cold bruising ones the Grabber left behind.

There’s an anchor in my chest that stops me. I’m never gonna’ touch Finney Blake again. Am I?

All we have is whatever this is.

And whatever this is, it’s harder than anyone can ever imagine."

"Sort of struts down the hall sometimes — which admittedly, is kind of cute. Now that I'm dead, I can own that. Finney Blake is cute. It's not like I have anything more to lose in saying so."

"Instead I could have stuck around and spent a lifetime making sure I was protecting Finney Blake from myself and from anyone who could dare to get in his way. Now I'm the reason he's getting in his own way.

He spends hours in day, refusing to forget me. He's sad when he wakes up and he's sad when he goes to bed. When he's not sad, he's angry."

"I like you Finney Blake...only you'll never know it. You'll think I liked older girls with angry philosophies. But I like you, for your sweetness and how clever you are. I like you for being funny and gentle and brave and impossible to give up."

"'I can’t shake him.' Finney mumbles, his words sounding exhausted and hazey, 'He’s still everywhere. He won’t go away.’

'I know kid. He’s still got me too.'

Fin hitches on another cry.

'Robin…'

My heart perks. I need him to never quit saying my name. Even when he’s sad, I want it to be his. Only his.

'…I know you said I could do this, but I can’t. Why’d you have to go?'

I shake my head at him, 'I haven’t left Fin. I'm with you till the world stops spinning if you want me. I ain’t going anywhere.'"

"He squeezes Donna's hand, but I feel the pressure constricting my heart instead. There's no more blood left in me to spare, but if there were it'd be at Fin's discretion to start pumping the life back into my veins where it belongs."

"That hasn't changed Fin. I'll always be around to have yours, I want you to have me right back. I wish I could be the one to help you break down the walls you've built since I died, instead of being the reason those bricks were laid. Donna Thompson is around to help you miss me, but what if I don't want to be missed? I just want to be in your face and hold your face and kiss your face and make you never forget me."

"'I have faith, just not in who you'd expect.'

'Then who?'

He looks up, steadfast, 'The only person that matters,' he answers. 'Robin.'

I smile at him with a misty gaze. You're the only thing I still believe in too Finney Blake. Fuck it, we can worship each other and every inch of the world around us that isn't covered by shadow. I never want to be in the dark again. I don't have to be when I'm around you. We can make our own light and we never have to crossover. We can just stay together, you knowing me and me knowing you...and that's all that has to make any sense.

I'll stick with you Finney Blake. Pray to me. I'll be your best religion."

"I reach up and thumb Finney's face where his jaw his tensing. I'm braver being invisible. Writing my fingertips over his skin. There's no electricity between us. No magic spark under my fingertips. If I give into the temptation and add even a little more pressure, he'll slip through my fingers. I can't tell if he's cold or warm. I can't feel the smooth hollow of his cheek, or have him lean into my touch.

But I can look into those black eyes and know exactly where I belong. There's a little window of light slipping onto the crest of his irises now, unveiling flecks of gold. They look like stars. If Fin is lost, I'll stay lost with him. I'll float my soul forever in the deepest, darkest shade of his universe.

'I couldn't live without you Fin. Dang dude, I had to go and die just so I could follow you forever.'"

"'This isn't normal grieving Robin. Everyone keeps telling me it'll get easier but every minute you're not around, I'm losing my mind! I'm seeing flickers of you in the corner of my eye. I'm hearing echoes of things that aren't there. It's your stupid sarcasm and your sass and your obnoxious fucking laugh—'

'Hey...hey watch it—'

'I miss your laugh,' Finney chuckles sadly, 'you never cared that people looked at you weird for it.'

'Maybe cause I only had eyes for you dork.'

'And then I think I feel things too. Just now, I swear...' He shakes his head at himself, tracing his cheek softly. I watch his brain working, my heart thudding with desperation. You swear what? What Finney!?

'There's no way.'

There is a way Fin. There has to be! We just have to find it."

"Can dead hearts break? If so, I hope this time I'm done for good."

"I try to shake him awake, but my hands go through him. I hover my palms over him, quivering uncontrollably. I yell out to him, 'Fin! Wake up! Wake up! C'mon man!'"

"Sometimes I catch glimmers of hope in his eyes. Hope for me. For us. Those star flecks burst like supernovas only I can see. But I worry; will Fin accept any future without me in it, especially knowing now that I’m back on the table? I don’t want to get his hopes up. Seeing as how, fate’s got an annoying track record for overlooking the sheer epicness of us. What if once all our light explodes; we're just left staring into the dark mouth of a black hole?

I'm not sure I'm good for Fin anymore. Or is it the other way around? This boy is a torture to me. I'm alive when I'm around Fin. He makes me alive. My heart stopped beating a long time ago. My heart is decaying five feet deep in the earth. But Finney wakes my soul. We're so extended; it feels like he's beating one heart for the both of us.

I know I’ll have to let him go one day. I know I’ll have to make him let me go.

Till then, we can keep being hopeless idiots.

I still really wish I could give Fin what he wants though. Get him to see me for as little or as long as we have left."

"'Are you here Robin?' He barely whispers. Anyone else would've missed it. But by now I'm an expert in all sounds Finney Blake, and I can make language out of even his tiniest, most indistinguishable peeps. 'Or did I chase you away?'

I smile softly at him.

'Nothing you say is making me go away Fin.'"

"We can pretend we're in our own little world here. You don't know this, but I'm laying against the door hovering my legs in your lap because the leg room back here really does suck but also because it's an excuse to get closer to you. I'm not complaining.

Finney...I've missed half the movie because I'm watching you instead and I never want to quit being the only one who gets to see you from this angle. The way your smile shines from your soul and the casual grace of your dimples as you reach across the console and keep stealing Gwen's fries. You have mischievous grin and a fry dangling from your lips and I'm realizing you're my latest and greatest revelation.

Jesus. I think I might love you Finney Blake. I think I might maybe...actually...definitely love you."

"I'm losing my marbles trying to hold onto this illusion I've built around Fin and me. Maybe I died too young for this. I'm too small for a feeling so big, but I can't help it. I know how I feel and I feel like I can't live without him. I guess I don't have to though, do I? I've fooled myself into believing that being dead meant nothing had to change. I could sit on the sidelines like I used to for Finney's games, only this time I'd be watching him live for the both of us. It's sad to realize that everything about me since I've died and everything that’s happened since, is really, pathetically, entirely about him. I can't live my own future so I have to steal his."

"I touch him. Not really though.

Fin blinks into a soft, nonplussed expression. My heart leaps in my chest.

He looks at the space beside him, at me?

Not really though.

His eyes scan the empty seat where I should be sitting and a part of me believes he feels something. That he's searching down a path that I've dragged him down again. I feel guilty for taking him away from this moment of reprieve. Why is it so hard not to be selfish with him?"

"I touch him everywhere where he can see me in the window. I run my fingers over his forearm and love the way his veins pucker when he tenses his arm. I crawl my fingers up the sides of his neck to see if it tickles him and I get sad when it doesn't."

"'Why'd you do that? Why'd you go away?'

'What?' I ask wincing, taken aback by that. 'It's not like I meant to Kid.'

'I don't understand what's happening here!' Finny says, spinning on his heals and pacing in the other direction now. He gestures vaguely and frustratingly at thin air.

'I can't go through this again! It's just like what happened before, except now I'm losing you in pieces rather than all at once and...and...do you even know how hard that is? You were there and now you're not and why? Why are you doing this to me?'

My eyes burn with angry and uncomfortable tears. He's getting under my skin, or maybe he always was and I'm just being reminded of that.

'Hey stop it will you! You think this is easy for me either? You think I wouldn't POOF! myself into your fucking lap again if I could?'

'I'm waiting here ghost boy!' Finney shouts at me, or I guess in the general direction of where he thinks I'm standing. He's about three feet off."

"'Robin,' He utters again, 'if you heard any of that, I didn't mean it, okay? This is all so hard. All I want is for this to be real. I want to keep you so badly.'

I step closer to him, suffocating the space between us. Leaving absolutely no room for Jesus.

'Don't I know it,' I whisper back.

I like the way his bangs get tangled, and I lean in and nuzzle my temple against them. It might be coincidence, the way he closes his eyes for me. We're breathing together. It makes sense to take and give life together. I dust my nose against his cheek and then move my lips over his lips. He pacifies against me. He’s more delicate up close. I'm stroking all his sweet, soft curves and fuzzy outlines.

'This is progress though, right?' I tease him, whispering against his mouth. My voice is raspy, losing itself to the lump in my throat. I swallow it down and close my eyes too.

'Tell me you can feel this Fin.'

'Robin...' I hear Finney whisper, softer and more fragile this time, 'Is that you?'"

"'Dare me to spend the night with a ghost, Robin?'

I grin at him, my mind and heart on fire. I quirk a challenging brow at him, 'What else is new, right?'"

"'Jesus Christ,' she scorns, touching a hand to her head and clutching her hair stressfully. 'You've really gone and fallen in love with a ghost haven't you?'

I stiffen. Fin chokes on his spit. He flushes so red, he looks like a dorky beetroot. We both start rambling like idiots.

'What? Robin and I aren't...no, it's not like that—!'

Without thinking, I look sideways at him. My heart snapping in my chest as I do. 'It's not?'

Lelaine bears down on me suspiciously.

Oops. Did I just say that out loud?

I backtrack, matching Fin's panic and blurting out my own pathetic explanation, 'I mean of course it's not!'

She's not buying it, cocking her chin in my direction and telling Fin, 'He doesn't seem to know that.'

I drop my face in my hands, groaning, '¡Querido Dios! You did not just tell him that.'"

"I sigh as I spider crawl my fingers toward his hand laying on the table. I tease my index finger over his. He doesn't move. Doesn't even flinch. I look at his hand, and at him and feel unbearably empty.

'He doesn't feel it.' I whisper. 'How can this be real if he doesn't even feel it?' I sit up and look at Lelaine through misty eyes. 'Can you help us or not?'

She frowns between us, looking sceptical. 'What do you expect me to do?' She asks.

'I want to be like you.' Finney eagerly explains, 'To be able to able to see and hear ghosts and control whatever the hell is happening to me. I want Robin back. Please.'"

"'I'm not getting rid of Robin.' Finney tells her, thankfully on the same page. Not that I ever thought he wouldn't be. The sting feels a little more bearable. 'There's got to be another way.'

She looks at both of us, scowling.

'Can you honestly say you are happy living like this? Because you certainly don't look happy Finney. The harder a medium latches onto a spirit, the thinner their tether to the real world gets stretched. It's a delicate line. You need to find a way to cut that tether loose, before you end up on the wrong side of it.'

She looks at me insolently, but is speaking to Fin as she says, 'Cut him loose before it's too late.'"

"She can't force Fin to get rid of me. That's not how it's supposed to go. We're supposed to be together!

'I'm not going anywhere. You can't make me!'

'You aren't doing him any favours by sticking around here,' Lelaine shoots back. 'He can never move on if you're always around to remind him why he shouldn't.'

There's a shard pushing into my brain now. Breaking the nerve endings holding my composure at bay. Tears mist my eyes and I choke out weak and pathetic words, 'I'm not trying to hurt him. I...I love him.'

That has to be enough. That mean something! It makes this okay. Us okay. Right?

'You are hurting him Robin, even if you can't see it that way.'

'STOP IT!' Finney screams at her, drawing our attention. He gets up and slams his palms on the table fiercely. 'Stop talking to him like that! You have no clue what you're even talking about. Robin is helping me, not hurting me. I need him!'

'Trust me honey, a ghost is the last thing you'll ever need in your life.'

'But it's my life to live, isn't it? I make my own choices. Just like you. Just like my mom did! And I choose Robin, understand? So you can just leave us alone.'"

[lamemaster]

The Secret of Men (Finrod x Reader)

“What if I am reborn as a bug?” your question stops Finrod in his tracks. Hehe, your trap was set. “Will you still love me? Even if I were to be a slimy, mindless, chittering bug?” 

Your beloved stands frozen in time. You almost feel apologetic when you see him trying to form words but being unable to do so. At last, as if struck by sudden exhaustion he plops down on your bed.

“Yes,” he replies as he gawks at his own hands in disbelief. He stares unblinking which is quite creepy after a minute or two. 

Just as you are about to grill him about the lack of enthusiasm. He finally looks up. And alarms ring in your head. Severe warnings as you observe the curious look in his eyes. 

“Is that a possibility to consider meleth?” You resist the urge to punch yourself to another dimension. Your lament proves useless as questions start raining down from the Noldor elf who would not be stopping anytime soon.

“Would you still have the mental ability of a human?”

“Would you like to eat bug food or would you still prefer our food?”

“Is that how re-embodiment for men works? That surely could be a possibility I discuss with Andreth.” Oh no, he’s already in the zone of answering his own questions. You don’t want to imagine Andreth’s reaction to this and mentally apologize to the woman for the storm you have sent her way.

“Imagine I could carry you everywhere with me.” Finrod smiles blindingly. “I could just put you in my pocket and we’ll be together.” Ai, how can he be so adorable despite being older than even the Sun and the Moon?

“How long would it be before you get to be human? Imagine if one of the reincarnations is an elven form?” With a gleeful expression and wildly gesturing hands Finrod is a sight to witness. 

Shuffling from your spot you make your way to Finrod. Situating yourself in his lap, as his hands make their way around your waist, you hold his face between your palms. And you thought you could befuddle him.

Booping your nose on his you take in his glimmering eyes. A glimmer of distant lands you have heard of in his tales. His home. 

“Oh, meleth dare I tell you the secret of men?” You question and Finrod’s ears twitch a very specific sign of the Noldor’s timid interest. A small gesture you had the honor of observing close up whenever you initiated a kiss with him. 

Finrod nods with a concentrated expression. Had you not known him for so long (human long) you would not have noticed the slight tremble of his eyelashes. 

“Alright then come here,” you push yourself closer to Finrod. Lining your lips right next to his ear, a sensitive spot that the shiver that runs through his body confirms. 

“NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU U-” you scream and with a thud find yourself on the ground. Your laughter now ringing in the room.

 Finrod sits hunched on the bed. His expression is haunted by the betrayal he never saw coming. His ears ring with your words as he tries to apologize and get you back up but he fails to when he finds you crying yourself with laughter. 

You lay there clutching your stomach as you heave for a breath. Your face reddens and all the coyness from a moment ago vanishes into the thin air. It isn’t too long before Finrod joins you. King of Nargothrond laughing maniacally like a scheming dark lord.

“Ha…i’m…I apologize,” you wheeze and fall back into another fit of laughter with a single glance at Finrod who does the same. 

Not even conflicting fates can take away the quality of your time with your beloved.

___________

Sike Rick rolled y'all

[mod-kyoko]

could i request sfw or nsfw hcs (or both, whatever u feel like doing atm) of leon kuwata ^-^

feel free to go wild

omg omg

i've had this blog for years and you're the first person to ever request leon how does that make you feel

also i rarely get nsfw requests and i'm a little deprived of them honestly

⚠️warning: nsfw content

general sfw and nsfw leon kuwata hcs (gender neutral!reader)

sfw

his arm is always around your shoulders. it's kind of an ego boost for him to be perfectly honest

his favorite way to kiss you is by taking your chin between his thumb and pointer, and guiding your mouth to his

favorite kind of date? bonfire at night. could be the two of you or a group of friends

just, screaming at the world, staring at the flames, burning things, angsty stuff

he's in a sort of phase where he wants to feel like he's on top of the world

you know, while he's young, he wants to do crazy things together

so he has a bucket list

skydiving, travel, meet a famous person, all that usual stuff you find on a bucket list

even as you grow up together and gain more realistic dreams, he will never stop trying to make your lives interesting

he eventually did become a rock star as he always wanted, and he has you to thank for kicking his ass whenever he wanted to give up

he knows how to play acoustic/electric guitar, base, and drums

of course this man is gonna serenade you with his acoustic while holding a rose between his teeth because he's goofy like that, anything to make you smile

(his guilty pleasure is country music but rock n roll still has his heart)

nsfw

leon knows his tongue piercing is hot, and he uses it. like imagine the head-

i also kind of like the idea of his goatee brushing against your bare skin while he's giving head or making out (but if you're not into that i get it)

this guy likes getting his hair pulled. even when he's being dominant/on top, if you dig your fingers in his thick ass hair and give it a good yank he will cum on the spot

i also like to think he is very loud. not necessarily the whole time, but the moments leading up to his orgasm he will progressively get louder and louder and that's how you know he's about to bust

he gets off on his own pain. dig your foot into his groin, claw his back, squeeze his head with your thighs

he'll also like to see you cry, especially if you're wearing mascara. he likes to dirty you up, knowing that his huge cock is too much for you, that you're overestimulated and just want to cum

♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧

i always be doing this to myself, i'll be indifferent to a character and then someone asks me to write for them and i'll be simping over my own damn writing and now i love leon

-mod kyoko

[toki-is-the-king]

Skwistok short story:

Summary: kinda fucked up one shot about Toki beating up Skwisgaar after an argument but Skwisgaar likes it.

Rating: Mature

TW: violence, sexual mentions, PTSD, blood, age regression and past trauma/abuse

(Also I do not sexualize age regression and I myself have it as a coping mechanism. The mentions in this story are brief, but implied that Toki is age regressing on and off due to flashbacks and isn’t sure how to handle his adult feelings as they come and go and overall he just wants comfort).

“Skwisgaar?”

There was a knock at his closed bedroom door and then it was pushed open before Skwisgaar could even answer. Skwisgaar sighed at hearing Toki’s voice. Toki was always barging into his room unwelcome, and it was one of Skwisgaar’s biggest pet peeves. All of the guys did it, but Toki was the most frequent. He valued his space and solitude that Toki was always infringing on.

Toki stood in the doorway, hugging his deddybear in one arm, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He headed towards the bed, where Skwisgaar was sitting hunched over, fiddling with his guitar, because what else is there to do at midnight? Sleep? Fuck that.

“Cans I comes into yous room?” Toki asked, sitting on the foot of the bed.

Skwisgaar wasn’t even phased by this anymore because Toki never waited for the okay to come in.

“Oh ja, makes yous’selfs at homes I guess, whys not just moves in at this point, ehh? Since yous ams alreadys t’inks this ams you’s room too.” Skwisgaar huffed, sarcastically, squinting his eyes at Toki as in irritation.

Toki lacked the ability to understand sarcasm most times and his eyes widened in surprise, “oh, wowee, so I’s can sleeps in here now?”

Skwisgaar flicked an eyebrow up, crossing his arms, “no, Tokis! You’s ams snores too loud and punches me in yous sleep! And dats ams…kind of gay for you’s to sleeps with me.”

Toki frowned, hugging his deddybear tighter to his chest, watching intently as Skwisgaar strummed his guitar. “But you’s said I moves in!”

“I ams being sar-caskics, Toki! You’s ams such an idiots! You nevers understands de perfactly clear anglish I says to you.”

Toki looked like he might sock Skwisgaar in the mouth or start crying but Skwisgaar just stared at him, pausing his guitar session for a split second before turning his attention back to plucking the strings.

“But I has a nightmares!”

“Bigs deals! You ams making mes lives nightmares right now and I’s not even asleep!!”

“Please, Skwisgaar! I nots asks you for anything else ever again, please!”

Toki’s tendency to raise his voice and whine the more distressed he became was also another one of Skwisgaar’s pet peeves, he needed to make a list of them. They were both such polar opposites when it came down to it and it was to some a mystery how they were such close friends.

“Eugh! Fines! Just shuts you’s mouths already!

Toki instantly stopped screaming and went back to watching Skwisgaar play the guitar. He was always pleased with himself when his tantrums got him what he wanted. They didn’t always work on Skwisgaar but when they did, he felt a sense of power. Toki waited a few minutes before jumping up from the bed, ignoring the irritated glare from the older man.

“I be’s right back, don’t’s goes to sleep!” Toki pleaded, and the blond just rolled his eyes.

“Ugh, nots likes I cans now, you ams gives me what’s am called a migraine.”

Toki smiled and left the room. Skwisgaar prayed to the gods that Toki would get distracted and not return so he could keep practicing guitar, but within seconds he was back again, with an armful of stuffed animals and the blue comforter from his bed.

“What ams all this shit you brings into mines room, Toki?”

“I cants leaves dem in mines room they ams scared!”

“They ams not evens real…”

Toki scowled and dumped the pile of stuffed animals onto Skwisgaar’s bed, then climbed in beside them.

“Yes they is real and theys gonna sleeps with us.”

Skwisgaar frowned. “Dat ams so gay.”

“No it’s not! This ams metal!”

Skwisgaar couldn’t hold in his laughter, and it only seemed to make Toki angrier. Before he knew it, Skwisgaar was on the floor and in a daze as Toki glared down at him, deddy bear in hand.

“Toki dids you reallys just hits me with that stupid toys for babies?”

“Stops makings fun of me I hates when you does this!”

Skwisgaar rolled his eyes again, “I stops makings fun of you when yous stops beings a baby.”

Again Skwisgaar found himself being whacked in the face, fucking backhanded by the younger man, and it knocked him back down, flat on his back like a little bitch. It was alarming how quickly Toki could go from sweet and calm to a raging beast. Skwisgaar was usually never too phased by this either, he could handle himself and usually had the upper hand, being taller and older, the one in control; taunting Toki and making him angrier, reveling in the power he felt whenever he could get on Toki’s nerves. Toki was so easy going that sometimes Skwisgaar enjoyed seeing the younger man explode in anger or frustration while at the mercy of his hands. But this time was different and though Toki’s face was hot and red and he was breathing hard and heavy through gritted teeth, something in his eyes didn’t match his actions. It made Skwisgaar feel…bad. Fuck. He never felt guilty for being a dick before.

“Tokis…” Skwisgaar began, but Toki just shoved him when the blond tried to regain a sitting position.

“No! Fucks you! You always makes fun of me and calls me names and I’s sick of it! I thoughts we’s friends what’s cares about each other!”

Usually Skwisgaar would smirk or say ‘so what’s?’ but underneath the surface of anger, there was hurt and Toki almost looked close to tears the way he was contorting his face and clenching his jaw. Before either of them knew it, Toki was on top of the older man, hands around his throat like he wanted to squeeze the life out of him. He could if he wanted to. Killing Skwisgaar would be like snapping a twig. Toki kept his hands clasped firmly, hearing the other struggle to breathe as the air was choked out of him, and it made Toki want to keep squeezing Skwisgaar’s wind pipe until the man was almost dead. There was something so satisfying to Toki about seeing the famous lead guitarist try to fight and claw his way out of his grip, being in complete control for once. Having this much power where he was usually so powerless. The strained whimpering noises coming from the blond only made Toki want to slam Skwisgaar’s head against the floor to show him who’s boss, and maybe he wanted to make Skwisgaar cry, because everyone always made Toki cry and he was so fed up with being treated like dumb kid, but honestly he still felt like one: a clueless useless kid no one loved. Toki wanted to hurt the other man for making him feel this way. Break his bones and make him feel ashamed. Make him feel less than shit. He wished he hated him so he could destroy him. But Toki couldn’t do it, he wasn’t that evil, just feeling betrayed and belittled, having a flashback, he soon realized, of a time he was tortured by his father. Maybe he didn’t feel this rage towards Skwisgaar, and was just taking it out on him.

When Toki felt Skwisgaar’s body begin to go limp, he released his hands from around his throat and tossed him on his back, but spit in his face for one final act of disrespect.

The two of them laid beside each other, panting and in shock, Skwisgaar more so than Toki; the blond was lucky to be alive and survive with only some bruises and bloody nose. He felt sick from the adrenaline rush, and sexually aroused. He wasn’t one who liked to be dominated, especially by Toki, but he was hard. His boner was only a short lived distraction from the pain he was in after being thrown around. Toki probably wasn’t aware of Skwisgaar’s weird kinks like being choked until passing out, so Skwisgaar just kept quiet for a few more minutes, wiping blood and saliva from his face, lying perfectly still as to not set Toki off again.

Why the fuck did he like that? And why the fuck was he hoping Toki would beat him up again? Skwisgaar wasn’t sure what to think or say but then he noticed Toki sitting up, grabbing for his bear again and clinging to it like a life preserver.

“Ams you crying?” Skwisgaar asked, trying to say this is as delicately as possible and not like a dick, but he’s too blunt for his own good.

“No’s! Ams not crying just sits here…”

“Uh…Ja, Tokis, that ams crying, what’s whens de tears in yours eye.”

“Shuts up!”

Skwisgaar tried to tell Toki to shut up, but gasped instead, his hand flying up to hold his face and rub at the stinging sensation on his cheek. He looked just as surprised and taken aback as Toki did after slapping him. The red mark on Skwisgaar’s cheek looked painful to the touch and Toki couldn’t express any of his frustration or feelings at the moment. He was so angry and so hurt, why did Skwisgaar always say mean things to him? Why was he so cold to him some days and others was so fond of him? Why did he love Skwisgaar despite all of this? It was so fucking gross and too overwhelming and it didn’t make any sense.

Toki set his bear down and yanked Skwisgaar into a rough and messy kiss, their spit and Skwisgaar’s blood making for a sloppy and painful make out session, Skwisgaar wincing and moaning in discomfort whenever his nose was bumped or his face was touched. It only bled worse the more Toki kissed him, but the blood didn’t bother him and he just wanted Skwisgaar to know he was sorry. Toki hated that he couldn’t control his temper but it was more than just that. He didn’t know how to deal with his childhood. It always followed him wherever he went, hovering like a dark cloud in the background of every situation and conversation he was a part of. No one else really understood it either. Toki did recognize, after he began to recollect his thoughts, that maybe it was triggering to him whenever people, even if they claimed to be joking, made fun of him or mocked him, pushed his buttons purposefully, didn’t respect him. Anytime it happened he was a little kid again being abused and verbally degraded. He lost all control in those moments and now Skwisgaar’s face and neck were bruised and bloodied and Toki frowned in shame. Being the stronger of the two, Toki pulled Skwisgaar closer to him, both now laying on the hard floor of the bedroom, neither saying a word. The brunette mumbled an apology, kissing the back of Skwisgaar’s head and his bruised neck as he held him, his deddybear somehow making its way back into Toki’s arms, wedged in between with Skwisgaar.

“dette er så homofil, Toki…”

“faen deg, Skwisgaar…you’s gay…”

Skwisgaar chuckled quietly, turning onto his side to face Toki, wincing from the beating he’d just received but dismissed it.

“…maybes…but onlys for you.”

Toki cocked his head to the side slightly, searching for any signs Skwisgaar was fucking with him to get revenge for nearly snapping his neck moments earlier, but there was only sincerity in the other man’s eyes, and Toki could feel his own welling up with tears again just from the way Skwisgaar was looking at him. He’d never looked at him like this before. Like he loved him.

“Skwis…ams…”

“Shh. I knows Toki. I knows.”

Skwisgaar wrapped an arm around the younger man, helping him to sit up, leaning him against the bed.

“You knows…if you’s wants to sleeps in here tonight’s…or any other nights…I maybes don’t mind…just keeps the punchings and beatings to a minimums, ja?”

Toki sniffled, nodding, shamefully peering up from where he sat on the floor, curled up in a ball with his deddybear. So helpless and exhausted, feeling lost in his own body and mind. He felt too young to be this fucked up.

“I would likes that…Ja, I promiskes no more beatings you up…”

Skwisgaar helped the younger man into bed, grabbing a tissue for his nose bleed, hoping it wasn’t broken because fuck, he liked his nose, and sat down beside Toki, who was already snuggling into the warmth of the comforter.

“And Tokis…”

“Ja..?”

“I didn’t says you cants chokes me or beats me, just…nots all de time, heuh?”

For once Toki felt he understood what Skwisgaar was hinting at, and it made him feel only slightly less terrible for losing his temper like that. He and Skwisgaar fought all the time, he’d just never beat him up like this before. It felt wrong and what if it made him just like his dad? His dad beat him up all the time. Toki hoped it didn’t mean he was like his dad… He needed to sleep.

“Gets some rest, huh? You needs it for tomorrows when you does you’s crappy guitars playing.”

“Oh fucks you my playing ams good!”

“Ah…we cans debates about dat…laters…”

Skwisgaar was too exhausted to argue and really didn’t think his body could withstand being a punching bag again, even though it did get him horny, but he wasn’t saying that a second time tonight.

Instead of insulting him further, Skwisgaar took it as his chance to regain some dominance and pulled the younger to his chest, letting him rest his head there while he tried to get comfortable. This was too gay for words so Skwisgaar wasn’t going to say anything, and tomorrow they’d probably both pretend this hadn’t happened. Or maybe they wouldn’t. Who knows. But it felt good to be together and the empty lonely feeling that Skwisgaar usually felt at this time of night was gone and he was at peace with himself and with Toki in his arms.

“I hates you Skwisgaar…”

“Ja. I hates you too, Toki.”

[mccoys-killer-queen]

All my comments on the Styx: Caught In the Act tape

I'm SO glad i bought this tape

Tommy on my TV screen hits so different 👁️👄👁️

again, I wanna know what their fucking budget was for the Kilroy film

I WANT MORE OF TOMMY'S ACTING I THOUGHT IT WAS GENUINELY GOOD

I love how pouty faced and dissociative Tommy is the whole time during Mr. Roboto like how the FUCK could he sit that still when that bop was blasting through him

he's just letting Dennis have his pick-me theater kid moment

and that GREASY FRIED CHICKEN STOPPGKAKAKGLG

"and when JY started his guitar solo-" *EVERYONE FUCKING SQUEALS*

this is getting me even more psyched for next month when I see them again

as much as I love this whole tape and am eating it the FUCK up I can totally understand why JY and Tommy hated every second of this (i was in drama club in high school I get it)

(it was here the wine started to kick in)

I stg these ppl only get along when Rockin the Paradise is playing

I'm getting in a habit of saying FUCK IT UP DENISSSS whenever he has a solo

Blue Collar Man- "the DOG and my friends"

TOMMY ROLLING HIS Rs STOP

TOMMY'S ROCKIN OUT AAAAA LOOKATHIMGO HE'S GETTIN SO INTO IT THIS IS HIS MOMENT iM GONNA BE GOING SO FUCKJNG FERAL FOR HIM IN THE 5TH ROW

Tommy pls don't fall I know you're light enough for me to catch u but pls dont fall

"the california state legislature was so loosened up they decided several records including ours had backwards satanic messages on them" NGMSKWKGOGOSLPG

JY'S MAKEUP IS SO HHHHGGGGGGGHHH

I'm such a fucking S L U T for the transition from JY to Tommy's vocals on Snowblind like that shit is better than sex

i'm just realizing now this is VERY different than what I was doing this time last night (touching Phil Lewis)

Tommy: this one goes out to all of you who ever felt like you had too much time on your hands :)

the way he SQUATS like boi he R E A D Y this is his MOMENT 👏👏👏

HIM DOING THE LITTLE HAND MOTIONS

"is it any wonder i'm not a terrorist?? 😃😃😃" TOMMY NO—

i was NOT prepared for him to actually do the unhinged eye stuff

"and IIII DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF- so I do this- *plays the solo*"

you may be cool but you'll never be as cool as Tommy Shaw that's the facts

i literally almost spit out my wine at "HE'S NOT THE PRESIDENT"

not prepped for the thing they did by splicing tommy's face bc this tape is almost 40 years old so i thought the tAPE WAS FUCKED UP

the completely unhinged ending Tommy and JY do at the end of Too Much Time by JUMP-SHUFFLING IN SYNC

Dennis and Tommy doing Don't Let It End 🥺 tommy seems to like it so much 🥺🥺

OH SHITTTTTTTT DR RIGHTEOUS IS HERE OH NOOOOOO

SHAKE IT JY FUCKIN POP IT I'M GONNA SCREAMMM

CHUCK AND JOHN I'M GONNA SCREAM

THE CROWD BOOING DR RIGHTEOUS LMAOOOO

the fucking "guitar shredder" made me snort

the angels put too much angel into Tommy when they were making Him

NOT THEM WARPING TOMMY'S VOICE AND THE PIXELATION OF THE FILM

TOMMY IN THE CROWD FUCK IT UPPPPP 👏👏👏👏👏👏

THE WAY EVERYONE'S TRYING TO TOUCH HIS HAIR

Dennis watching Tommy fall into the girls like "you're doing amazing, sweetie"

NOT JY AND TOMMY DOING A CROTCH THING ONSTAGE

TOMMY PLS KEEP SCREAMING AND CRYING OUT DON'T EVER STOP

What i would give to hear The Best of Times live 🥲

tommy's distorted voice in The Best of Times always makes me feel something in my soul i can't explain it

that being said the very end of tommy's solo in that song when the piano just starts to come back in also makes me feel something deep in my soul i can't explain it

that also being said tommy's distorted voice on the line "could bring back paradise" also makes me feel something deep in my soul I can't explain it

Dennis' smile and lil' "thank you"s at the end of The Best of Times 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 💙💙💙

I just love that even 40 years ago as soon as ppl hear the first note of Come Sail Away they go feral like they do now

EVERYONE SINGING ALONG HHHHHHHH IT WARMS MY HEARTTT

i would lay down my life if it means i couldve been at this show

((it was here the second glass of wine kicked in))

I SAW THAT WINK JY

Chuck needs to come out of the shadows so we can see his insanely gay outfit

TOMMY BOUNCIN HIS LIL BUTT DURING THE KEYBOARD SOLO IN COME SAIL AWAY 🍑

something in me ascended when JY took over that solo 👁️👄👁️

THE GIRL ONSTAGE ONSTAGE HUGGING DENNIS AND TOMMY PLEASE THEY LIKE IT A LITTLE TOO MUCH THE WAY THEY WERE ALL SWAYING FMSKSKKVOBLF

that lil flick of tommy's wrist is SENDING ME FKANAKKFKG HE'S SO FUCKJNG BABY

UH OH TOMMY'S ON TOP OF THE PIANO

tommy needs to be kept on a leash and that's why i made those memes i posted

uh oh Tommy's convulsing and thrashing on the stage floor

UH OH TOMMY'S HUMPING CHUCK ONSTAGE

it's fine he's okay it's during Renegade he gets a pass on this one this is His Moment™ again

JESUS THAT'S A LOT OF SCREAMING TOM

it's okay it's during Renegade he gets a pass on this one

JESUS CHRIST THAT'S A LOT OF RUNNING TOM

JY and Tommy booty bumping so aggressively

TOMMY'S SHIMMYING FJSNAKKFKGKDK

OH NO THE STAGE IS GETTING RAIDED

JOHN NOOOOOOOO

oh so THAT'S how that guy died

Tommy as Jonathan: Dammit. DAMMIT! *girls squeal*

AAAAAAAAAATOMMYISSINGINGASONGASJONATHANGIVEMEHISTHEATREKIDMOMENT I'M LOVING THIS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Tommy's eye makeup is also so ✨✨✨

I feel the primal urge to give tommy a bouquet of roses after this show is over

i'm gonna cry Haven't We Been Here Before is just so beautiful i was NOT EXPECTING DENNIS/KILROY TO COME IN LIKE THAT

Fight me on this hot take but Tommy could do broadway and so could Dennis

the SWEAT that is GLISTENING on his face low key looks like tears

RIGHTEOUS 👏 THINKS 👏 IT'S 👏 OVER 👏👏

THE GLOWING GUITAR I'M TRYING NOT TO SCRAAEMAMD

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA TOMMY SING IT KEEP ROCK AND ROLL ALIVE YOU A R E THE MODREN MAN BABEY

I'M GONNA CRY HE'S SO GOOD IN EVERY CONCEIVABLE WAY

TOMMY PULLING THAT GIRL UP ONSTAGE AND SHE LOW KEY LOOKS LIKE ME

that was so fucking good I would KILL to see a rock show that also had a story around the whole set