#The bleach blonde is actually so sexy

[drakestoes]

And tonight’s prayers, for Drew Starkey to go bleach blonde again.

[asclepias0819]

aghhhhh i love having secret long hair under my short hair and silly little blond front pieces like antennae im so antcore rn i gotta go get nutrients for the queen where the crumbs at!!!!!!

[canthelpit0]

Enemies (with benefits) PT2

Pairing: Cold!Chris x Reader

Word count : 6.2k +

Summary: Chris and reader have always been enemies ever since they’ve known each other. neither knew why they had this burning feeling in their gut. So one day they decide to fuck it out. Until, eventually doing it regularly

Warnings: swearing, smut, a lot of plot, use of Y/N, FOMO, partying, drinking, smoking (cigarettes, weed), pet names (sweetheart, pretty boy, pretty girl, ma, cherry), name calling (slut), making out, getting caught, p in v, jealous!Reader, jealous!Chris, dom!Chris, unprotected (wrap it before u tap it), spanking, riding, doggy, degradation(?), creampie, slut shaming

(A/N: I wrote this in like a day. so I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes. this was fun to write and ended up way longer than intended. Enjoy 🤭)

PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4 FINAL

Now sitting at my vanity I’m touching up the rest of my makeup. I’ve been invited to some party, even though I said I would distance myself from that kind of stuff. But I was invited and my FOMO was bad enough to make me go.

“You done? The Uber is here.” Evelyn asks. Evelyn is my best friend, and she has been since middle school, she was there for my awkward phases and stuck with me. Now we’re in senior year soon to graduate.

“Yeah I’m coming.”

I say standing up a bit too aggressively than intended. I just really would like to stay home for once and just sleep, but I really can’t.

I don’t even want to go to that goddamn party, but the more time passed the more I thought about how much I’d miss out on.

‘What if something happened and I wasn’t there to see it’

I grab my purse and walk out the door, Evelyn following behind me.

I was wearing a tight, black, mini-dress, that wasn’t as short as the average mini-dress. It is about mid-thigh, but it has a ‘sexy slit’ up my left thigh. And my hair simply down

Evelyn was wearing a simple navy blue mini-dress, that, in her words “has the right amount of glitter on it”. Both of us decked up in jewelry.

Evelyn has her hair bleached, almost platinum blonde. She wears a lot of heavy makeup, but she looks gorgeous with it. Her eyes are dark adding a good contrast.

The first time Evelyn dyed her hair was in like 8th grade. To go from her dirty blonde a little lighter. Until eventually doing it so many times, going lighter and lighter until she ended up here, platinum blonde. But it suits her.

We walk out of my house, the Uber already there like she’d said.

And while I’m still thinking about why I even agreed to this, and ‘oh, it won’t be that bad’ , and ‘I do this all the time anyway’ , we arrive.

“Girl” Evelyn nudges me nodding to the window, and when I turn my head we’re here. I open the car door, and as soon as I do I can already hear the faint hum of the music coming from inside. I slide out of the backseat, Evelyn following behind me, after paying and tipping the driver.

We step up to the porch, and people in the front yard were already throwing up and smoking and whatnot. After all, we came fashionably late.

As soon as we Walk in the intense smell of alcohol and weed washes over me.

I started to question if this was actually a good idea. But when I look over at Evelyn the blonde is already looking over the crowd of people. She looks excited, and I can’t help the sigh that I let out.

Nobody seems to hear it anyway, the music is too loud.

“Go have fun,” Evelyn says over the music elbowing my side.

I roll my eyes looking over at her, a small smile crossing my lips as I chuckle. “You too. I’ll see you later.” I answer loudly smiling back at her before she nods eagerly.

Evelyn isn’t a bad friend at all. She’s great. Just at parties, I would much rather not stand next to her while she is flirting with some dude.

I tell her everything. Always. Except for the fact that me and Chris hook up. It’s kind of a more secret thing, especially since Evelyn knows how much we hate each other. It’s hard to explain. The feeling, the things that he makes me feel. So I don’t even try.

I watch her fade into the crowd starting to make my own way into the party.

It was a simple house party some random popular rich kid was throwing. Nothing special.

I make my way to the kitchen, brushing past drunk and sweaty teenagers.

Parties are way more enjoyable when you’re drunk.

So I pore myself some shots to get myself started.

I down another shot, feeling like the two I already took weren’t enough. I put down the shot glass more aggressively than needed, my face contorting in disgust at the liquid burning down my throat.

I look over at the bottle of tequila on the counter next to me. I sigh steadying myself on the counter my arms holding me up. I look down for a moment already feeling the alcohol kick in. The music started to sound louder, ringing in my ears.

I sigh standing up straight again. I can feel the effects starting. My eyes scan the room, looking for any familiar faces, or anyone cute..

With how much I party I handle my shots pretty well.

I furrow my eyebrows walking around the kitchen island to the living room where most people are, crowded in the middle, dancing and whatnot.

I see Evelyn there, and she’s just dancing so I join her.

After a while I excuse myself. I need some fresh air. I’d been offered one too many beers and I was feeling way more drunk than I wanted to be.

I really don’t wanna go home completely drunk.

I push my way through the crowd of teenagers, making my way to the back door. Getting out, the fresh air hits me like a truck. It feels like I can breathe again.

I step down the porch, sitting down at the steps of the back porch leaning against the railing slightly.

The fresh air feels sobering, but the sips from my red solo cup keep me drunk. I think it’s some sort of beer, but honestly, with the amount of different alcohol I’ve had tonight, I can’t even tell the difference.

Suddenly I feel a presence next to me. I look over to see a brunette boy.

Ethan Marlo.

He’s the school's resident stoner. The leader of the other skater boys. He’s been caught smoking on school grounds so many times.

And while I was certainly not innocent either, at least I didn’t go and get caught.

His hair is long and messy brown… -reminds me of Chris’.. no it’s too curly for that...

His eyes are brown but somehow sharp like he was staring into my soul, and judging everything he saw.

I’d talked to him a few times before, nothing worth noting though. But from what interaction I’ve had with him he was nicer than he looks.

He may just have a resting bitch face.

“Hey?” I ask when he doesn’t say anything.

I watch him pull the cigarette from his lips blowing the toxic smoke away.

“Hi.”

I watch as he puts the cigarette back between his lips. I raise an eyebrow watching him. Waiting for him to speak. To tell me why he is sitting next to me.

But he doesn’t.

“Do you talk?” I ask slightly annoyed at having my alone time interrupted cause some random kid sat down.

“Yeah.” He mumbles against his cigarette taking another puff.

He pulls the cigarette from his lips and blows away the smoke before looking at me again.

“I’m Ethan.” He smiles slightly.

“I know.”

Almost everybody knows Ethan. The kid’s a troublemaker. Teachers hate him. He’s a problem child and people know him for that. And he’s not exactly ugly or anything either.

“Now sweetheart, this would be the moment when you introduce yourself.” He sounds sarcastic almost like he was fucking with me.

“Y/n” I say simply staring back at him as he gives me a goofy grin.

I’m not popular in school, but people still know me. They know who I am because mainly Chris and I would always argue. And people know Chris.

Girls are all over him. Asides from the obvious fact that he’s a triplet and most people think that’s interesting. Most people also think he’s hot.

But most people at our school are stupid anyway.

“You want one?” He asks nodding down to the cigarette in his hands.

It wasn’t like I’d never smoked before, but I’m not a smoker.

I shrug letting out a small “Why not”

I look back at Ethan, and I feel him cup my face with his hand. My lips parted in shock. he chuckles, He places his cigarette between my lips.

When he takes his hand off of my face I raise an eyebrow at him, taking the cigarette between my pointer and middle finger as I inhale it.

Taking the cigarette from my lips I go to speak again. I breathe out the smoke.

“Dude” I sigh, my tone sounds flatter than intended. but whatever.

I pause for a moment taking another drag. He was always known to carry some weed.

“You got any weed?” I ask handing him the cigarette.

He chuckles pulling out an already rolled blunt and tossing it over to me. “You’re pretty you know that?”

He says looking back at me. I raise my eyebrow picking up the rolled blunt and putting it in my purse. “Oh yeah?”

It sounds more cocky than it did in my head but oh well.

I probably look really cocky right now. With the way, I’m leaning back against the higher step behind me.

But whatever. Honestly, I’m too drunk to care.

I put the cigarette back between my lips breathing in the toxic smoke.

Okay, maybe crossfaded.

Pulling the cigarette from my lips, I hold it between two fingers as I take a sip of my drink in my solo cup.

“Yeah”

He looks at me like he genuinely thinks I’m pretty. And honestly, I like the attention, but I don’t know if I actually like it. It feels weird. But I don’t know if that’s just me being drunk and oblivious or something.

I hand him over the cigarette and he takes it from my fingers, taking a drag of it.

“You’re interesting.”

The words leave my lips before I know. He was. I don’t think he was middle class at all. And he was a stoner and a skater, of course, he is interesting.

“Is that a compliment?” He chuckles watching me as he smokes his cigarette.

I chuckle. I feel like I’m sobering up too much.

“Imma go inside pretty boy.”

And with that I’d gotten up, half stumbling to the door. As soon as I'm inside I brush through crowds of people.

Oh wow, that dude looks like Chris

I stop in my tracks as I narrow my eyes at the couple making out in the corner of the living room.

Hold on that is Chris.

Who the fuck is he kissing.

Poor girl

They shift slightly and even from across the room I can tell that he’s deepening the kiss.

I wait to see if they shift enough for me to see her face.

Chris turns her around, pinning her to the wall by her neck. Her entire face is in view.

Charlotte Baker.

I’ve known Charlotte since kindergarten. Chris had too. But I’ve known Chris longer than she has.

I thought he wasn’t into blondes?

I wouldn’t care who he kisses, we’re not exclusive or anything. But him kissing the very embodiment of what he is not into? The person I hate the most?

Well okay, I don’t really hate Charlotte. I severely dislike her. She’s a bitch. No literally. She’s always so rude. But I don’t know if that’s just me. She seems to have a particular hatred towards me.

They continue making out and honestly, I don’t want to see him stick his tongue down her throat- like he had done to me so many times.

I blink aggressively. I realize that people have been brushing past me and that I’d been staring so I move out of the way.

Leaning against the wall of the living room, right opposite where Chris has her pinned. I’m watching them. I know I am. But I can’t pull my eyes away from them.

It feels like I only have tunnel vision on them. And honestly I don’t know who I feel bad for more.

Chris, for kissing Charlotte, knowing she’s a bitch.

Or Charlotte, knowing she’s making out with a guy whose motto is literally ‘hit and quit’.

I can feel my throat burning as I sip on my red solo cup, which is probably filled with beer.

I sigh, I really need to sober up

I push myself off the wall shaking my head slightly. I go to the kitchen, pushing through the teens in my way. Honestly, I don’t know what time it is, but do I care tho.

I pour the liquid in the red solo cup down the drain, watching it. I lean against the counter over the sink closing my eyes for a second to stay focused.

But all I can really think of is Chris and Charlotte making out just a room away. And the thought disgusts me to the point I wanna throw up, but that could also be the alcohol.

God, I wish I could string together a coherent thought.

I glance over my shoulder. The kitchen is open to the living room and entry but from where I’m standing I can’t see them.

I go to the fridge pulling out a water bottle. The bottle is cold against my skin, and suddenly I’m aware of how I feel like I’m burning up.

With shaky hands, I open the bottle of water taking a sip. Letting the cold water flow down my throat and ease the burn of the alcohol I’d been drinking.

I blind furiously stare at the wall trying to sober up drinking half the bottle.

I sigh my eyes drifting back to the living room. I feel more sober than I did five minutes ago.

I can’t see them, so I walk to the other side of the kitchen trying to get a view of where they were without having to go back to the living room.

They’re not there.

My thoughts immediately go to dirtier places. Shaking my head I furrow my eyebrows, my body tensing up before I realize.

Fuck, ew, I don’t wanna think of that. The fuck.

I take another sip of the water trying really hard to sober up more.

But before I know it, I’m already stumbling up the steps.

So maybe I’m not as sober as I thought, what about it.

I think I’d decided to go upstairs to relax instead of outside because Ethan was still outside. And honestly, I’d left him, so if I came outside again he’d surely ask why I came back right?

I open a random door, leaning against the doorway. Staring into the room my eyes squinted.

Until my eyes fall on Chris… with Charlotte.

Them, making out, Charlotte on top of him while she is fumbling to undo his belt.

Chris’ eyes snap open staring at me. While kissing her. My jaw clenches as I stand frozen not moving to leave like I should’ve.

He breaks the kiss slightly, pushing Charlotte away but not letting go.

“Y/n. Leave”

His gruff voice says and my mouth opens to speak but nothing comes out.

When Charlotte hears my name, and sees he’s looking past her she looks over her shoulder her eyes locking her with mine.

A disgusted look crossed my face. Not that it was intentional, but Jesus was this sight ircking.

Did I look like that when I’m on top of Chris? Ew.

I shake my head slightly turning on my heel, slamming the door behind me.

Okay, maybe dealing with Ethan would’ve been easier than ever having to witness that.

I walk downstairs. That sight sobered me up more than all the water I just drank.

I card through the people again now annoyed with how many people are here. Christ i just want to be alone somewhere.

Going back outside I sit back down next to Ethan. He had moved to the side where I had been sitting. And now he was smoking some weed.

“Back already?”

His tone sounds amused, and now that I’m more sober I can clearly see him checking me out.

“You mind?” I raise an eyebrow turning more towards him. my eyes scanning his face.

He had those dark brown eyes. They were droopy and he had heavy bags under them. His hair did remind me of Chris’, it was almost the same shade. His hair was curlier than Chris’ tho and probably also a little longer. His jawline is sharp and-

Why the hell am I comparing this random cute skater boy to Chris?

“No” he chuckles and looks at me.

He looks kind, honestly.

I lean over taking the blunt from between his lips and putting them between my own.

“What, did you already smoke the blunt I just gave you?”

“So what if I did?”

I didn’t. It was still in my purse, but he didn’t need to know that. Maybe he’ll give me more.

I pull the blunt from my lips blowing the smoke right in his face. But he doesn’t even flinch at it.

He’s a stoner, of course, he wouldn’t.

He chuckles watching me, taking the blunt from my lips before I can take a drag. Grinning, he puts it between his own lips.

“ ‘ts fine. I have more” he mumbles around the blunt before inhaling properly.

“I see that” I chuckle watching him as he takes a drag.

He looks pretty like that. He looks painfully similar to Chris tho. He could almost be their lost brother. If he put in blue contacts that is.

That’s a stupid thought-

“So, you know the party is inside right? What’re you doing here?” I ask my curiosity taking over.

He chuckles blowing the smoke into my face like I had previously done to him. He puts the blunt between my lips.

“Don’t question me, pretty girl.” He chuckles. I raise an eyebrow but inhale from the blunt. Watching him pull the blunt to his own lips as I exhale.

“Yeah,” I chuckle watching him. I feel more sober than before, but the weed is making me feel things again. “Mhm, so don’t question me either.”

He raises an eyebrow, pulling the blunt from his lips. But before he can ask anything I'm climbing into his lap.

He’d been sitting there all sprawled out. And the weed was starting to hit me. I don’t know why I’d get on the lap of this random, hot, interesting guy. But, why not?

And if Chris can fuck someone else, I might as well have fun too.

He doesn’t tense up, probably as high as me, if not even more. He looks up at me on his lap looking so kissable.

Those lips that look like Chris’ are driving me crazy

“Making moves on me now sweetheart?” He chuckles putting the blunt between his lips again as he takes another drag. His eyes are already red, and mine are probably starting to get red too.

“Don’t act like you haven’t been flirting with me”

I answer without thinking. Being high, and slightly tipsy from earlier was making me bolder. And the way he looks at me gives me an ego boost.

I pull the blunt from his lips after he takes a drag of it. I chuckle, putting the blunt between my own lips and taking a drag.

“Oh but have I?”

After inhaling I pull the blunt from my lips. Putting it out on the porch steps next to us.

I lean over him my hand cupping his jaw as I kiss him blowing the weed smoke into his mouth.

Except we never pull apart. his hand goes to the back of my neck and my waist, as we start to make out heavily.

My arm wraps around his neck the other one holding him by his jaw as the kiss turns even more hearted.

His hand starts to tail down my waist, to my thigh. My left thigh. His hand grazes my bare skin, getting dangerously close to my ass, and my lacy thong than I would like.

We probably look like we’re trying to devour each other. Well, that’s at least how I feel. Until-

“What the fuck?”

Chris.

I pull away from Ethan abruptly. He looks at my face, then to where I am looking.

Chris is standing there in all his glory. His arms crossed, as he stands in front of the back door. All the way at the top of the steps, on the porch, looking down at us.

I clench my jaw. I wanna ignore him and go back to what I was doing but he was giving me that look. That look that promised trouble. He was telling me to come to him, without telling me.

I lean against Ethan pecking his jawline.

“I gotta go pretty boy”

I mumble under my breath before getting up from where I’d been on his lap and walking the few steps up the porch.

My tiny handbag is on my arm as I walk towards Chris. I pull down the back of my dress as I feel Chris' harsh grip on my upper arm.

“Upstairs you’re gonna regret that.” He says under his breath leaning in slightly so I can hear him.

I purse my lips opening the backdoor and walking in. Chris’ hand stays on my arm pulling me upstairs.

We enter some random room.

The same room that he fucked her in.

He presses a kiss to my head, leaning over me to undo the lace at the back of my dress. The back of the dress wasn’t open, but it had a lace to make it tight.

“You were gonna let him fuck you huh?” He mumbles kissing my jaw.

He locks the door and pulls his shirt over his head.

“Did you fuck her?” The words leave my lips before I think about it. I’m still high from all the weed I’d smoked.

“No.” He says pointedly. My eyes started to trail down his chest. A sight I’ve seen so many times before. “You cockblocked me”

He leans in kissing me as I just kiss back letting him take the lead.

“Did I?” I mock back. My tone is mildly condescending. My eyes glued on his. Those blue eyes piercing through my soul, he looks like he wants to eat me alive

“Yeah. How about you make it up to me, hm?” He says. His tone was ever so condescending and cocky.

I hadn’t even known he’d be at this party. And that makes me think, he was never the type to drink, so he was probably wanting to get laid.

But why wouldn’t he just call me?

I also hadn’t seen Nick or Matt anywhere, so I would assume that he’s here alone.

He hadn’t told me he’d be here. And honestly, I wouldn’t expect him to. After all, I still hate him, and he obviously hates me.

Before I can reply to his question his lips crash on mine again. My arms wrap around his neck, his hands firmly on my waist.

He pulls away from the kiss. He leans down to the hem of my dress to pull it over my head. I slip out of the dress as he just throws it somewhere carelessly. It landed next to his discarded shirt.

“Want you to ride me Ma”

“Yeah?” I raise an eyebrow. Looking him over. He starts to undo his jeans sliding out of them.

He looks over my lacy panties and matching bra. They’re plain black and simple. But Chris likes them.

Chris likes my body, but he hates me.

Before I know it we’re on the bed, Chris under me. I hover over his dick, as I slowly slide down in it.

I watch as Chris sighs throwing his head back further into the pillow under his head watching me.

“You like that?” I scoff. My words come out more rough and disgusted than I intended. He just.. god his existence pisses me off.

“Yeah ma,” his tone is sharp from the heavy breaths he’d been taking.

I lean down to him to kiss him. His hand stays on my waist while my hand is on his chest the other one next to his head to steady myself.

He suddenly grabs my face, holding me by my chin. I look down at him waiting for him to talk.

“Where you gonna fuck him like this too?”

He asks his tone sharp still. But now because he is disgusted and angry, not because he’s breathing hard.

“No. Fuck me like you mean it”

He snaps staring back up at me. He lets go of my face pushing me back. I scoff leaning away to sit up again. His hand goes back to my waist waiting for me to move.

I start to move on it again. Slowly grinding into him. My hand which had been next to his head, trails from his collarbone down his chest to his abdomen. Until I pull my hand off of him.

I start to bounce on it more. Now, not just rocking my hips, but fully riding him.

“Yeah, fuck yourself on my dick like the fucking slut you are.”

I hear his breaths get sharper again. His hand trails lower to my hips as he starts to pull me down, intensifying my movements.

I can feel him hit my cervix with every thrust. This angle is heavenly.

The harder I start to ride him, the harsher his grip on my hips gets.

I feel a knot building In my stomach. My movements get sloppier as a result. My eyes shut for a moment as my mouth falls open.

Suddenly I feel a harsh slap on my ass. My eyes snap open as I glare down at Chris.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me.” He says lowly, his voice gruff and laced with lust

I feel him start to move me more than I move myself. “Fuck- Chris” I breathe out as I fall forward. My hands landed on each side of his head to steady myself. My moans echoed through the room.

He starts to fuck up into me. thrusting into my core, while moving me on him to watch his pace. His eyes are locked to where we connect, to where he is fucking me.

“I’m so close-“ I breathe out staring down at him. His pretty blue eyes meet mine again.

“Go on. cum for me, slut”

He starts to pick up pace even more, if that was even possible. The eye contact makes this just that much more intense.

He glances down at my lips and then licks his own. My mouth falls open in a silent Moran watching him, not daring to close my eyes.

At this point, I had fully drowned out the sound of the music from the party downstairs. It was already only a mild hum as we got upstairs. But now this intense feeling of being filled like this was making me forget anything and everything, other than the boy currently under me.

“Come” he demands. I feel another harsh slap on my ass, making y body jolt.

The knot in my stomach snaps. My entire body tenses and I struggle to keep myself up

But Chris holds me in place as he fucks me through it, the continuous brush to my cervix only intensifying the pleasure further.

He slows down, not moving anymore as I come down from my high. This type of high felt better than any drug ever could.

I sit up wincing at the fact that he was still buried deep inside of me.

“Should’ve known I was gonna end up fucking you anyway” he chuckles watching my expression.

He pulls me up slightly, his length slipping out of me. before abruptly switching our positions. He is now on top of me staring down at him.

He taps my arm grinning. “Turn around for me Cherry.”

Cherry, a nickname he had given me when we were just six or so. I’d been eating a bunch of cherries that summer. Chris had loved the fruit, but he hated me. So to mock my love for them he started calling me Cherry.

And it stuck. His brothers also called me that. And then later my other friends. And then basically everyone I knew, and was close to.

It was a cute nickname. But the nickname was born out of hatred and annoyance. Even tho Chris had loved cherries as much as I had, he’d pointedly stopped eating them after that year of my obsession with them.

I’ll see him sometimes have one, but he would never admit that he still liked cherries.

I hum still catching my breath as I turn around.

I prop myself up on my hands and knees, looking over my shoulder. His hand rubbed over my ass. Him deliberately running his length up my slit to coat it in my juices again.

He looks up his eyes meeting mine. And before I knew it he was ramming into me. My eyes widen as I turn to look back in front of me. He immediately picks up a steady and fast pace.

Fucking into me from behind. My core was throbbing around his length, either from too much stimulation, or too little..

He starts to rock his hips into me harder. My moans echo through the room loudly.

My arms start to shake as I struggle to keep myself up.

He grabs my hair roughly, putting it into a makeshift ponytail. He starts to pull on it, using it both as leverage, but also to hold me up.

“Such a tight cunt, all for me” he chuckles using his free hand to spank my ass again.

I clench at the dirty words. And the way his low voice is laced with so much obvious arousal and lust. And the way he is thrusting into me from behind.

If I had to guess I’d probably say, anything from behind is his favorite. Doggy, face down ass up, whatever.

I don’t know if that I’d because he doesn’t want to see me, or if he is just an ass guy, or both, but it doesn’t matter, since it feels good.

He slams into me harshly again, before stopping his movements. I groan in annoyance. I feel the knot in my stomach fades.

Was he fucking edging me now too?

“C’mon” he says harshly slapping My ass again. “Work that ass”

Before I know it I’m already moving. Thrusting my ass back into him. Twerking back on his dick. He tugs at my hair again. I feel his stare at my ass. He was probably looking over the way his big dick disappeared into me.

“Yeah, good girl,” he says in that low sexy tone. His hand moves out of my hair, tailing down to my waist. His other hand trailed from my hip to my waist too.

Suddenly he holds me still and starts to thrust into me again. His thrusts were seemingly harsher than they were before.

I squeal out a moan, my head turning to look over my shoulder.

His pretty eyes focused on my ass. His grip was harsh on my waist. He lets out harsh breaths.

I feel him move slightly, readjusting, his hand going to the small of my back to arch my back slightly. His thrust picks up again and I instinctively Lean lower. My hands quickly guided out making my face fall onto the pillow.

But instead of trying to get up again, I simply lay my upper body down, my arms wrapping around the pillow.

I moan and whine his name over and over again. He has the best mix of sweet and dirty talk. Always degrading but also praising me at the same time.

My back arches back into him “Chris- I’m close” I whine loudly getting cut off by another string of moans leaving my lips.

“Hold it.” He grits out. His hips snap into me harder. His dick grazed every spot making me feel like I’m in heaven. “I’m close too”

The sound of skin clapping and the dirty wet sounds coming from my cunt is loud. He slaps into me repeatedly, my eyes starting to water from the effort it takes not to come at the spot.

“You’re not gonna come before me” he demands his thrusts getting more sloppy and messy. I can feel his dick twitching inside of me as I know he is close too. normally he'd just let me whenever, but it was really dependent on his mood

“Understood, be a good slut and listen ‘aight?” He scoffs his grip on my waist bruising.

I throw myself back in him, meeting his thrust.

“Yes, god- please” I whine. And suddenly I feel Chris’ hips stutter. With one last thrust, I feel his load spill into me.

I continue to move myself back against him tho, feeling my own orgasm wash over me.

He pulls out slowly, but not really gently. He watches for a moment as our combined juices leak out of me.

I sigh heavily trying to catch my breath as I lay down on this stranger's bed fully.

I turn to my side for a moment. Chris rubs over my side and back. He leans down leaving a short peck on my ribs. Caressing my skin.

My eyes meet his again, and he looks… cold.

He doesn’t look like he’d just fucked me. He just looked at me blankly. The caressing didn’t feel like it was out of care and a will to comfort, but rather a force of habit.

He gets up from the bed, and I just watch him as he gets some tissues cleaning himself off quickly before getting dressed again.

I sigh turning full onto my back to stare up at the ceiling. This would be when he leaves.

Fuck, what if Evelyn noticed me going upstairs with Chris?

She knows we hate each other. It’s hard to explain. But I can’t just explain everything to her, it’s a secret. Id have to come up with some excuse and-

“Get up” his harsh voice breaks me out of my trance, my head snapping towards him.

“What?” I ask back flatly, my mind not registering why he is still standing there with his arms crossed.

I feel a chill run up my spine from how cold and uncaring he looks with that glare. The one he always gives me when we’re arguing.

“Get the fuck up? Did you lose that many brain cells?” He scoffs looking back at me.

I glance down at my nude body and then back at Chris. I try to get up as carefully as possible. Trying to get as little as possible of our juices onto this stranger's bed.

I mildly struggle to stand, leaning back at the bed frame to keep myself up straight.

He looks almost proud of the state he put me in. But the disgust in his eyes is stronger.

“Why the fuck are you still here?”

My tone is low but still harsh. I close my eyes for a second, sighing in annoyance.

He looks around the room, before fining and picking up my previously discarded panties.

He licks his teeth for a second before huffing.

He opens them for me. I raise an eyebrow, but ultimately just step through the thong, my hands on his shoulders for support. I let him Pull it up.

Cringing at the feeling of the lingering creampie and the fabric on me.

He wasn’t gonna a bother cleaning me?

“Go on.” He huffs looking back into my eyes as I look into his.

“Walk downstairs, go back to that party, back to that dude. Let him fuck you.” He shrugs his words harsh. He back up slightly looking down at my thighs where he can still see the juices run down my thighs.

“I’m sure you’d like having more than one guy cum in you, right?” He mocks leaning into me again. His glare burns into my face, making me feel like I’m naked, which I am.

“Since you’re such a slut, you probably wouldn’t mind fucking more than one guy right?”

He scoffs leaning away abruptly.

I look at him. My shock subsides as a glare settles on my face. I get that he likes degrading me or whatever, But does he actually think I’m that much of a slut.

“Go on, cherry.” He scoffs tilting his head as he looks over his shoulder his gaze locked on mine.

Why does he always have to ruin good moments?

“Fuck you, Chris.” I say back harshly my tone purely rude.

“Oh, you already have.”

I pause dumbfounded.

I didn’t mean it literally. But I mean I had done that, literally.

The harsh smack of the door catches my attention. I lock back over at the door.

He had left.

God, in hindsight that was a stupid insult. I could’ve said something more creative.

I purse my lips staring a f the door. Before my eyes trail over the now-empty room. The room was pretty neat, except for my clothing scattered around.

Right when I think I tolerate him,

Right after he makes me feel so good,

He’ll do the simplest thing,

And ruin it.

God I hate him.

Masterlist

A/N: looks like this is going to be a series lol

‼️please don’t copy my work/idea‼️

Taglist: @muwapsturniolo , @sturnad , @iluvm4ttsturni0l0 , @evie-sturns , @me09love , @fratbrochrisgf , @spideylovin

[propertyofyoutube]

You could chose them both - FLUFF

Your_g1rls_g1rl: Ima type my idea. So it's y/n is a fan, and she meets Sammy and colby and immediately ask for a pic. They say yes, and she is really not so they stop on either side of her, kinda fighting over her, and they literally both ask her to coffee and are really trying to be the one she choses, but she's a ditsy queen and doesn't realize

WARNINGS: NO SMUT!, pure fluff, Sam and Colby fighting over reader. Bad language.

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“Honestly I wouldn’t even think twice about him…” your best friend, Lauren said as you both walked out of a gift shop during your weekend break in Las Vegas.

You sighed as you locked your phone once again, “I just can’t believe… that after everything he has the cheek to post with her on instagram!”

Lauren suddenly stopped in front of you, stopping you in your tracks as she placed both hands on your shoulders, “listen to me y/n…”

You sighed as you looked into her eyes, crossing your arms.

“He is a no good, truck driving, boot loving, cousin fucking hillbilly!” She passionately spoke, it was clear she was never a fan of your ex boyfriend.

“He’s never fucked a cousin!” You laughed as you interrupted her.

“Stop defending him!” She snapped back, “he is a cheating son of a bitch and karma will bite him right in the ass!”

You studied Lauren’s face as you tried to hate him as much as she does.

Lauren’s tone changed as she continued much softer, “and you… well you are everything. You’re smart, beautiful, kind… and goddammit you’re sexy as fuck!”

Suddenly your eyes fell wide, “I don’t fucking believe it…”

Lauren’s face scrunched up, “well you should fucking believe it!”

Your eyes snapped back to Lauren as you’d actually been looking over her shoulder, “no…” you spun her around with a chuckle, “is that not Colby Brock?”

Lauren’s eyes fell wide as a smile spread across her face. She looked over at Colby who had just walked out of a store and before she could speak Sam followed him out, “and Sam!” She said excitedly.

Lauren slowly turned to face you, “you gotta ask them for picture…” she said seriously as you tilted your head at her.

“And why can’t you?!” You laughed as she shook her head quickly.

“Um… social anxiety says… no!” Lauren replied with a chuckle. “Please! I’ll take it for you!”

You looked over at Sam and Colby as they talked and laughed, your face scrunching up as you thought about it.

Lauren grabbed your shoulders once again, “hey think about it! An instagram post like this, would definitely outshine hillbilly ex’s new bleached blonde.”

You looked at Lauren rolling your eyes as you saw Sam and Colby starting to head in your direction. You exhaled sharply, “fine!”

You glanced over as you took a deep breath, Sam and Colby were just about to pass you as you spoke out, taking a step towards them, “excuse me?”

Sam and Colby’s eyes both darted towards you as you switched from one set of blue to the other. “Hey…” Sam said softly as small smile appearing on his face.

“What’s up…” Colby spoke with the same tone, their eyes refusing to leave your face as they both stared at you, the corners of their mouths turning upwards.

You couldn’t help but feel your stomach fill with butterflies with the way they were looking at you. But you thought nothing of it, trying to focus on building up the courage for your questions, “um… I know this is lame, but could I maybe get a picture with you guys?” You said with a nervous smile, “big fans…” you said awkwardly as you glanced at Lauren who stood frozen clinging to her phone.

Sam and Colby refused to look away from you as they both spoke up together, “yes of course!” They both quickly looked at each other, confused looks spreading across their face. They both know that look anywhere, they had the hots for this girl… both of them.

You looked between them awkwardly as they looked at each other, “okay… shall I just-“

Suddenly Colby cut you off, “yeah sorry, come stand here!” He said reaching out to gently place his hand on your arm. His smile wider than ever as he glanced down at you.

“I’ll stand on this side!” Sam said quickly as he stood on your right. He quickly put his arm around your back, his hand gripping your waist as he pulled you into him slightly.

Lauren slowly help up her phone to take the photo and quickly noticed the way the boys looked at you and then to each other.

“What’s your name?” Sam asked, still looking down at your face.

“Y/n…” you said as you looked at Lauren who suddenly had a smirk on her face.

“That’s a really pretty name.” Colby said catching you off guard as you turned to look at him.

Sam noticed Colby’s efforts and didn’t want him winning that easily, “perfect name for the most beautiful girl.” He said softly as you quickly turned to look at him. Your face frowned in confusion but you just presumed they were being overly nice, so that they kept up their social media persona.

“Okay smile!” Lauren shouted as you looked at her, blinking a few times to gather yourself as your slowly lifted your arms around the backs of the boys. All three of you smiled as Lauren snapped a few pictures. “All done!” She said excitedly as she lowered her arms.

Neither Sam or Colby let go as they both looked back at you. You waited for a moment before slowly releasing yourself from between them.

Colby looked up at Sam and noticed his cogs turning and wanted to get in before he did, “so, y/n… would you maybe wanna get coffee some time?” He asked, peaking your interest as you turned to face them.

“Oh.. i-“ a smile appeared of your face but before you could reply Sam cut in.

“Or dinner? Maybe…” he said with smirk. Colby’s eyes darted towards him, his smile dropping slightly.

You snapped your head at Sam, “oh um…” you wasn’t sure what to say, and definitely didn’t understand what was happening right now. Especially because both Sam and Colby clearly want to see you again, which alone blew your mind. Why you? But you convinced yourself that they properly just liked your aura. “Well, we’re in Vegas until Monday,” you said as they both looked at you eagerly. “You could call me.” You suggested.

Sam and Colby quickly pulled out their phones, “yeah sure what’s your number?” Sam said quickly as Colby gave him a death stare once again.

“Or you can give to me, he’s terrible with his phone!” Colby laughed. Sam was not impressed by his comment.

You looked between the boys feeling awkward as they bickered slightly, “why don’t you both take it…”

They smiles returned as they looked back at you. You read your number out as they both added it to their contact lists. You looked at them with a soft smile.

“Thanks, we just uh…” Colby said looking at Sam.

“Got some stuff to sort out.” Sam finished as he looked at you, “and then I’ll call you.”

“Or I will.” Colby added as they both looked at you.

You looked between them with a slightly frown forming. “No problem.” You smiled, “nice to meet you both.” You said as you slowly turned back to Lauren who waited for you.

“Yeah you too!” They both shouted after you excitedly as you giggled. Sam and Colby looked at each other before walking away quickly.

Lauren waited until they were out of hearing range, “No fucking way!” She said excitedly.

“What?” You laughed as you took her phone to look at the photos.

Lauren looked at you gobsmacked, and shocked you hadn’t realised what was happening. “Hello!! Earth to y/n!” She said as you quickly looked up at her confused. “They were both hitting on you!”

You froze, unable to form words for a moment as you stuttered, “they were not!”

Lauren threw her arms up in disbelief, “y/n I love you… but damn you can be so delusional!”

“I am not!” You said quickly with a laugh.

Lauren rolled her eyes before linking her arm with yours continuing on your shopping trip, “you know… they’re both going to call…” she said with a smirk. “Who you gonna choose?”

You shook your head in disbelief, “look, even if you are right… and they did both call me… I.. I don’t think I could choose…” you said looking at the photo of the 3 of you. Both of their smiles warming your heart.

Lauren chuckled as she watched how you looked at them, “you could choose both…” she said as you looked at her confused. She giggled before she continued, “What happens in vegas… stays in Vegas.” She bit her lip excitedly as you rolled your eyes.

Deep down, if Lauren was right, you would want them both… but you had no idea what you were in store for….

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Authors note: I loved this litter request… who wants part two? 😏🖤

[emmyrosee]

So the other day I realized that every time I laugh a little hard/loud my mom either physically cringes or tells me to chill out, that day she looked at me and said "It's not THAT funny, geez." And it made me a little more self conscious of my laugh than it should've been maybe?

Anyways, can I request Bakugou noticing everytime the reader almost laughs they quickly cover their mouth and stop themselves from actually letting their laugh out, and confronting them about it? I just need my comfort character to tell me my laugh isn't actually as terrible as I think it is :((

I hope you have a great day, thank you!!

First of all. FirsT OF ALL-

Your laugh is sexy and wonderful and tell whoever says otherwise to kick rocks. Laughter is one of the best ways to release endorphins and raise moods. You laugh at whatever the sam-hell you want because baby, laughter is free and you deserve to do it in comfort.

Now… on to the piece!!

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It wasn’t just funny. It was downright hilarious.

The tiktok playing on repeat was so goofy, so ridiculous it made absolute cackles pour from your lips. For a moment, you let them fly, and you don’t think twice about it.

That was, until Katsuki came in, drying his hands on the paper towel. “What’re you laughing at?”

Arguably, the worst way he could’ve phrased that.

“Just… Just a video,” you manage, clearing your throat of giggles. “Didn’t mean to take you from your dishes.”

“You didn’t, I wanted to know what was so funny.”

You swallow thickly. He cocks a brow.

“It was nothing,” you brush. He rolls his eyes but he doesn’t press; he knows better than to press your boundaries in such a way.

Drying his hands, he does come over to sit with you on the couch, scrolling on his own phone. It’s quiet, no need to make conversations after being together for so long, but your heart sinks to your stomach when, once again, a video crosses your feed. This time, however, you let no laughter out, and instead smother it with your hands.

Katsuki says nothing, but judging by the way he peered at you from the corner of his currant gaze, you know saw.

More silence.

Another hilarious video, this time from Mina, and it has you whining to try and hide your laughter from pouring out uncontrollably.

This time, however, it makes him speak up.

“You keep doing that,” he says, not even bothering to look up from his phone. Chills shoot up your spine, and your jolt does cause katsuki to peek at you from his scrolling again. “What’s your problem?”

“Nothing,” you defend. “I’m fine.”

“And I don’t believe you.”

“Would you just drop it!”

A smirk quirks on his cheek, “so somethin’ is bothering you.”

A pout etched on your face, almost disappointed he realized something was wrong, and he lets out a soft sigh and turns towards you, his phone being pocketed. “You don’t have to tell me. But I don’t like you lying that it’s nothing. We don’t hide from each other, you know that.”

“Katsuki,” you whimper, adverting your eyes. Silence surrounds you both, and bless katsuki for his patience, but you just want it to end and be left alone. He moves one of his hands to rest on yours, the familiar weight making you feel more at ease.

“Do… do you hate my laugh? Is that why you asked what I was watching? It made me laugh too loud?”

“Huh?” He asks incredulously. Bleach blonde brows furrow in frustration, “of course I don’t hate it, the fuck? I was asking because I wanted to know what was funny. Don’t assume shit, you know better.”

“But you… you didn’t-“

“Literally only wanted to know what was funny. Don’t you know I appreciate a good laugh now and then?”

That, has you about to laugh, but your quick to hide it under a cough and muffled giggles.

He groans, “you’re doing it again. Just laugh, I don’t know what your problem is-“

“My problem is my laugh!” You whine, tears stinging at your eyes. “Don’t you think I want to laugh and have fun and not worry about what people think about the damn noises? How long I laugh? How when I think of a joke, I laugh more? Huh?”

This time, his brows raise, and his eyes widen as he realizes the can of complexity he’s just unleashed. But he doesn’t snap back, he never does; he quickly zones himself back with the new lenses you’ve given him into your mindset.

“Your laugh is fine,” he mumbles, tossing an arm around your shoulder. “I never said you shouldn’t be able to do those things, nor would I. Where’s this coming from anyways?”

You don’t answer him, and he doesn’t press further- he already knows the answer, but you curl into his side to hide away from your insecurities regardless.

“But… but it’s so loud-“

“Yeah, and it’s fine that it is.” His thumb gently strokes over the skin of your arm, “that’s how we know it’s real. Your laugh isn’t a problem or something. It doesn’t bother any of us, and you know dunce-face eats it up when you encourage him with your cackles. It’s cute. I like your laugh. Fuck anyone who says otherwise. Don’t hide that shit, or feel like you even have to.”

“You like it?”

“I do. Makes me all soft to know you find me and my obnoxious ass friends funny.”

Your cheeks flush and you nuzzle into his side, letting his gentle touch bring you back down.

“So…” you begin, and he hums for you to continue. “You really think it’s cute?”

He gives you a small glare and you flash him a smile, “don’t make me regret it.”

“You think I’m cute?”

“You are, in fact, making me regret it.”

“I mean… I am pretty cute-“

“Regretting it,” he snaps before tickling up your sides to make you squeal and laugh once again; but rather your hands cover your mouth, they circle his wrists to move his hands away. “Shut the hell up before I make you regret it.”

“So mean!” You whine, writhing against him. It doesn’t last long, and he moves his hands to instead wrap around you and pull you into his chest, his nose nuzzling the back of your neck. You purr and use your strange position to curl into him, letting his big arms protect you both from whatever insecurities dare try to tread.

“I’m glad you think it’s cute,” you confess, and he chuckles.

“Of course I think it’s cute. Wouldn’t go out of my way to hear it if I didn’t.”

“I think you’re cute, Katsuki.”

He plants a gentle kiss to the tender muscles at the nape of your neck, “I think we’re cute together.”

You crane your neck to look at him, his contented face burrowed into the warmth of your muscles, eyes closed as he all but soaks you in.

“Yeah?” You mewl.

“Fuck yeah.”

[tzuyusluv]

Fairy Of Shampoo

genre —> fluff, slight angst, suggestive

pairing —> txt x reader

warnings —> mc is insecure, Taehyun’s is extremely suggestive though no actual sex is written, Beomgyu’s part is female and mentions the mc being sexy

word count —> 509

summary —> this request right here

Yeonjun

You nervously shift around while Yeonjun stares at you. You look up towards him, asking if there was anything wrong. “You look absolutely gorgeous baby.” The words are spoken with so much love, love that you knew was just for you. “Are you sure? I’m not sure I like the darker color.” Yeonjun’s smile falls at the words that come out of your mouth. “Baby, even if you have bleached, black or even brightly colored hair, I would still think you’re the most beautiful person on the planet.”

Soobin

Your heart was beating incredibly fast that you thought it might jump out of your chest. Soobin had taken you to the salon when you expressed your love for his dark hair. It was something you had always thought about doing, but now that it was actually happening, you were second guessing everything. Once the dye was washed out and your hair was blow dried, the hairdresser let Soobin come over and see your hair. Waking over there, he was left speechless. “Sooo,,, how does it look?” You nervously ask. “You look so good baby.” His voice was barely a whisper. You then notice that he made a realization. “Now we have matching hair colors!”

Beomgyu

You wake up to the feeling of your boyfriend playing with your hair. Groggily, you asked what he’s doing but he doesn’t answer. He just continues to play with your hair. “What? Do you not like it or something? Do you prefer the blonde?” Beomgyu quickly shook his head no before backtracking. “Don’t get me wrong! I loved your blonde hair, it made you look so cute! But the black makes you look so sexy. My sexy girlfriend with black hair.”

Taehyun

While cooking dinner, you like to blare music so it’s no surprise that you didn’t hear the front door open and notice Taehyun was home until you felt something hold your waist in a back hug. “When did this happen, love?” You know he’s talking about your new hair color. “Just today, I impulsively decided to dye it but I’m not so sure about it.” Taehyun hums at that. “I think..that you look so hot. I loved your blonde but the darker color…” He trails off towards the end, wrapping himself tighter around you. “Taeeee.” You whine at the constriction, “I’ve got to continue cooking dinner.” Taehyun buries his head into your hair before leaning down to your ear. “I think I want something else for dinner tonight.”

Hueningkai

“Oh my god.” You can barely hear his whisper. “What? Is it that bad or something?” After you lost a bet, your friends decided to have you dye your hair as a punishment. “It’s amazing baby..” Kai just continues to look at you with lovestruck eyes. He pulls you down onto his chest and nearly shouts in your ear when he realizes something. “Oh my god! With my blonde hair and your black hair, we’re look like a penguin together!” He pulls down HueningKai Jr and smushes him up against you both. “We’re like a little family!

©️ tzuyuluvs | please don’t translate, rewrite or blatantly steal any of my content.

[potatomountain]

“That’s My Spot”

Nonidol!Yunho x reader (afab) nsfw

Synopsis: A double date with your best friend Yunho leads to something more.

genre: Best friend to lovers, smut, slight angst

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: possessiveness/jealousy, smut of the penetrative kind. no condoms were used- don't be silly wrap your willy. Creampie, oral(receiving), fingering- some manhandling, and a bit rough. everything is consensual cuz consent is king.

[The below picture(s) inspired this as well as my moot @hwaightme ] also- HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! posting this early as a treat for you all <3

. Taglist: @candypop1611 @hwaightme-recs @layzfeelit

Also reminder I don't edit my works ^^' and they do not represent ateez in any way, shape or form. Just delulu fics <3

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After your last relationship you were pretty terrified to get back into the dating scene, but over two years single and one night stands weren’t cutting it, even if it was every few months at least. That’s why you had accepted your latest offer of a date, from the barista at one of your favorite cafe’s, but not without a catch: you asked for a double date.

Really you were just too scared to go on said date alone and had begged your best friend to accept the offer and go with you, which your date was okay with. Even found had a friend who was willing to join in the blind date. The whole situation was awkward, but the simple fact Yunho was going to be there made it a whole lot less awkward for you.

It was a dinner, Yunho having picked you up from your apartment so that you would actually be on time to the restaurant. It was nicer than the ones you would normally go to, so you opted for a dress while Yunho even wore a grey suit jacket over a white button up- you opted for not looking at his pants, just noting they were slacks, as something about him being all dressed up had your stomach tightening anxiously.

You didn’t know it was worse for Yunho. More often than not the two of you were more like bros, wearing casual clothes, sweats, or even pajamas in each other’s presence; so seeing you dolled up and in a dress that rode up mid thigh, your fingers playing with the hem in his passenger seat, had drove him crazy. But not as much as the fact that despite you looking so beautiful, sexy even, in his car, it wasn’t for him.

His silence for the car ride hadn’t helped your nerves and your constant fidgeting hadn’t helped his, so by the time you arrived at the restaurant and met your respective dates, both of you were on high alert with anxiety. Yunho was the tallest of the four of you, even your date had to tilt his head back just a bit to look up at him during introductions. He wasn’t unattractive, neither was the friend he brought, but Yunho thought you put her to shame. She had recently bleached hair, and wearing a black dress cut too low for his liking unlike yours that gave a modest peak but was still enough.

He figured she would at least be a good fuck, so he wasn’t coming out of this empty handed, but he found out rather quickly he didn’t give two shits about sleeping with her, in fact he already forgot her name by the time the four of you were seated. Your date, Taehyung, had his attention more.

All because he sat to your left, which had always- always - been Yunho’s spot since the two of you met back in grade school. He always sat to your left, but somehow he was across the table from you, the blonde sitting to his right and paying him no mind.

By the time food actually got there, you seemed to be the only one paying any attention to him at all, playing matchmaker with him and the blonde while you would go red at Taehyung’s shy flirtations. Yunho opted to stay quiet, noting the way the blonde next to him was clearly interested in your date but he wasn’t giving her as much attention as he was you. Really, he should be glad a guy was interested in you and making you gush like a preteen school girl in a way he hadn’t seen since, well, school- but the fact of the matter was, he wasn’t.

He had to accept the truth that he wanted to be the one making you flustered and hide behind your water; that he wanted to be the one you were on a date with, that you dressed up for... he wanted to be yours. Yunho was ready to call it a 

night, because while he wanted that, he was your best friend first, and while that didn’t curb his anger, he could get it out in other ways.

He turned to the blonde, drinking his coke slowly as he had caught her sneering at you, both you and your date oblivious. Now that- that he wasn’t going to tolerate, and perhaps he should’ve. “I don’t appreciate you glaring at my friend; I’m your date, not him.” He also could’ve said it better, but too late now.

His jab had gotten your attention and in turn Taehyung. Both of you looked to the blonde in confusion while Yunho put his glass down. Blondie’s cheeks were bright red, glaring at him now. Taehyung called out to her, asking for an explanation in a far more gentle tone than Yunho would have used.

“She’s just not even that pretty! Giggling like a damn idiot over every little thing you say.” Instead of dropping it, the blonde just seemed to dig her grave further.

Yunho wasn’t about to let some strange bimbo insult you and dictate who you were good enough for, so he stood slowly, pulling his wallet out and placing enough cash on the table to cover yours and his meal plus some. “We’re leaving, you two have some talking to do.”

“We? Yunho?” You looked up at him, eyes wide and teeth gnawing on your bottom lip. It was a nervous habit of yours he knew well, but currently he couldn’t be bothered to try and ease your discomfort. “Why?”

“I just said why. This chick clearly wishes she was in your spot right now-” look who is talking, hypocritically of you huh? He mentally chastised himself, motioning between the two and taking note of how Taehyung had softened towards the blonde at his words. “I’m not going to stick around and watch, so either we can leave now or you can meet me in the car when you’re done.” He fixed you with a look that seemed rather impassive or void of emotion as he gripped the table and leaned forward a bit.

You had never seen him fix you with a look like that before, but your body reacted immediately, stomach twisting and thighs pressing together. He had been watching you most of the night, which you had been aware of, and truthfully it had been his eyes on you that had you flustered most of the night. Taehyung was nice, sweet and charming even, but you had noticed he seemed to be trying to hard. Now that he was practically staring at the blonde with doe eyes you realized he had been trying to do the same thing you had been doing: trying not to get flustered over someone who wasn’t your date. 

Neither the blonde or Taehyung protested as Yunho urged once more with a lift of his brow. “Are you coming?”

“Yes sir.” You squeaked out, quickly rising to your feet as embarrassment flooded you; where had the ‘Sir’ come from? Well, you didn’t seem to care where it did, only that it made Yunho’s gaze darken and burn on you even more before he was walking pass you, grabbing your left wrist and tugging you along. He was a bit rough, and it was a struggle to keep up with his long strides, but you didn’t protest.

You had never seen Yunho like this, worked up in some way, but it was hot.

By the time you were sitting in the passenger seat again, your brain finally caught up with the realization that your underwear wasn’t dry any more, and it had nothing to do with the man you left in the restaurant.

And everything to do with the man sitting on the other side of the car, gripping the steering wheel, but not starting the car. “Yunho?” Slowly you turned to him, biting down once more on your lip when you noticed veins in his hands practically bulging from his grip on the wheel, his jaw clenched tightly and his eyes on the dash. “Yunho say something... you’re worrying me.”

It occured to you he was angry, but at what you had no idea. Or well, you didn’t have the brain capacity to try and figure it out as it was still trying to process that from the moment you saw Yunho at your front door you had wanted him to be your date, and not just because you wanted him sexually, which was a whole lot to process there. You knew he was attractive, liked the fact his size made you feel safe and secure like a giant teddy bear, but now you couldn’t stop thinking about what else he could do with that size- and what else was big.

Funny how now that the figurative dam of your emotions broke, your incessant need for him was at the forefront, dominating every part of you. At least until your stomach began to twist with a growing fear that is. Yunho had finally started the car, driving a bit quicker than he normally would and he was already a somewhat scary driver. 

You were tense in the passenger seat, fidgeting with the hem of your dress and shifting your legs often, making it harder for yunho to find the right words to speak. Every time he thought he could speak up and apologize or something, you were shift in his peripheral and all thoughts would be gone aside from ones he definitely should not be having of his best friend. How would your thighs look slightly bruised from his hands? Or better yet wrapped around his face, or around his waist. 

Every time your tongue would slip out to ease your swollen lip after biting on it, he would wonder how it would look running up his cock. He gripped the wheel tighter the whole way to your apartment, pulling up and parking after a silent drive. He had been too wrapped up in his thoughts not to notice the way your eyes shone with unshed tears. 

He just needed to look in your direction, which he wouldn’t, not until you were leaning over the center console and tugging on his jacket, too anxious to leave the car without a response from him. Now that you realized your feelings you hope you didn’t just ruin your friendship as well. “Please don’t be mad at me Yunho, I’m really sorry this was a shitty date- I shouldn’t have asked you to come.”

You would have continued to apologize if he didn’t grit out your name through clenched teeth. “I’m not mad- just go inside.” It took everything in Yunho to say those words, silently cursing himself knowing that he definitely did sound angry. He wasn’t, fuck he wasn’t, he just couldn’t look at you without having the urge to do something stupid. You had wanted to date that guy tonight, Yunho wasn’t even an option on your radar and yet you were now the only option for him.

“Liar! Yunho-” You whined, tugging on his jacket more until he pulled away. You were fighting off tears, and the underlying voice in your mind that was admiring how attractive he was with a clenched jaw and a death grip on the steering wheel. Even though you were parked and the car was off, he didn’t move an inch from his spot, as if ready to drive off the moment you stepped out; so you refused to leave the car. “What was it? Was it the blonde? Or Taehyung? Are you upset that I’m a big idiot for going on such a date ‘cause I am-” You started to ramble out apologies, each one ticking off Yunho even more.

When you sat back, once more playing with the hem of your dress even more panicked then before, he snapped. Quickly he got out of the car, slamming the door before quickly striding around to your door. You visibly sank further into the seat when he pulled the door open, a whimper leaving your lips as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up and out with a gentleness Yunho was surprised he could even manage right now.

The second he saw tears running down your face, another apology spilling from your reddened lips, he boxed you in against the frame of the car, unable to stay quiet for much longer. “He was in my spot-” Before you could even process what the words met, his lips were on yours, a pleased groan rumbling the back of his throat as he finally got a taste of you.

He had every intention of pulling away, of apologizing for his lack of control, but you kissed him back- and all reason left him. He pressed closer, large hands moving to your waist to hold you still as he pinned you with his body, allowing you to feel the strain in his pants that had been a constant problem the entire ride from the restaurant. He loved how small you were beneath him like this, the feel of your hands gripping at his jacket to pull him closer despite how close he already was, his knee pushing your thighs apart and riding up until he could feel your heat on the fabric of his thigh.

He cursed, pulling his lips from yours with a heavy pant as they moved along your jawline. “Tell me to stop- fuck, tell me no. I have been trying to tell myself the whole ride- no since I first saw you in this fucking dress- so tell me no so I can stop.” His words were low, guttural, ending as heated pants against your earlobe.

Your hands lifted up to wrap around his neck, your hips moving to grind yourself against his thigh, effectively wetting the fabric with the wet lace of your own underwear. The second his lips had been on yours all of your anxiety and worry had melted away, the need for this man resurfacing with a vengeance once more. “What if I don’t want you to stop Yuyu?” Definitely not when the simple touches, his body pressed against yours like this, made you feel so good you didn't want to stop any time soon- or ever.

He groaned from the use of your nickname for him, his grip tightening for just a moment, pulling you along his thigh to give you the friction your body seemed to be craving. He bit down just under your ear, pleased with the soft moan that spilled from your swollen lips. “I’m claiming my spot then-”

Again, before you could ask, he was picking you up in his arms, making your straddle  his waist as he shut the car door, locking it with the fob before he headed to your apartment, your small purse in his free hand while the other held your rear and kept your dangerously close against him.

With every step the bulge in his pants moved against your clothed core, teasing the both of you incessantly. Unfortunately for you, the elevator ride  held a couple of other tenants coming home from work, so you buried your head in shame into the crook of Yunho’s neck and hoped the other tenants wouldnt ask.

When they looked a few too many times, Yunho however gave them an answer that had you fidgeting against him, warmth pooling in your belly. “My girlfriend had too much to drink is all.”

His girlfriend.

Yunho liked saying it as much as you liked hearing it, and after what he was going to do to you he would make it very clear that is what you are now. No other person to take on dates or dress up for other than him. 

The two of you got off before the last tenant, and he found his familiar way to your apartment door, only then setting you down. Your legs were shaky, and there were bite marks on Yunho’s nape now from where you had to bite back moans whenever he would rub against you just right that the urge to buck your own hips was unbearable. However you managed to make it to your apartment without dry humping him was lost on you.

Of course, the moment your feet were on the ground, your need for him had you rushing your actions, getting the keys out of your bag and fiddling with the door as Yunho held your waist from behind, kissing along your neck and leaving matching marks. He guided you inside quickly, kicking your door shut and reveling in the immediate moan you let out when he ground his hips into your ass.

“Yunho~”

“Yes baby?” His voice was deep, raspy against your flesh as his hands were already at work, tugging your skirt up.

“What did you mean by your spot?” You were ready to kick yourself for asking such a question when in reality all you wanted was him to fuck you senseless. You could hardly believe this was the same Jeong Yunho that you had known since grade school, the same big lovable dork and teddy bear, that seemed to always be happy and loving- yet right now you wanted nothing more than for him to manhandle and use your body for his own desires.

He chuckled, kicking his shoes off as you did the same just before he turned you in his arms and once again picked you up, bucking his hips up into your core. “I couldn’t stand it, watching him fawn over you. All I could think about was that you should be looking at me like that.”

“You didn’t feel this way when I was dating-”

“Don’t bother with him.” Yunho growled out, crashing his lips to yours as he moved through your darkened apartment to your bedroom. “Don’t ask when, or how, I just do, and it was evident tonight. I always sit to your left. I should be the one you wear pretty dresses for. I mean I know it isn’t a matter of should... but I wanted to be.” He breathed against your lips before laying you on your bed, pushing your dress up further.

You realized that he had discovered his feelings for you tonight just as you had: two oblivious idiots now struggling with an ocean of emotions for each other and only one outcome you both wanted.

You blinked up at him when he pulled his lips away, moving back just enough to pull the fabric up and off, tossing it somewhere in your room to be immediately forgotten. His eyes flitted down your body, taking in the matching lacy bra and underwear with wonder at first before his upper lip pulled back a bit.

“Did you wear these for him?” There was a bit of a growl to his words, his thumbs dipping under the waistband of your underwear and pulling them away before letting the elastic snap back to your skin a bit harshly.

You could lie, save yourself from the wrath brimming under the surface of his dark expression, but the thought of him unleashing it onto you was far too exciting to do so. Plus- you always wanted to be honest with Yunho, you always had been. “I did but-”

He didn’t let you finish, pulling the flimsy fabric down so harshly several holes formed in the lace and you knew they were ruined now. You clenched around nothing, gasping as he pushed your legs open and the cold air hitting your folds dripping with your arousal. He already had you so turned on, your brain already practically mush at the way he look at your core, licking his lips slowly as he leaned down.

He ran his thumb over your folds, groaning at the way your body reacted to the light touch, hips lifting to chase his touch. “Look at you, so wet for me and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He murmured approvingly, voice thick with his own need. His eyes moved up the length of you to meet your gaze, his tongue darting out once more. “I’ve been thinking about how good your thighs would look with my head in between them since you first sat in my car tonight in that fucking dress. Do you know how hard it was not to reach over and slip my hand between these plump thighs of yours?” Bit by bit the words were more guttural, one of his digits slowly pushing into you, stilling as you clenched around the appendage. “So fucking tight- all for me?”

“Mhmm-” You whined, lifting your hips as much as you could before his free hand gripped your upper thigh and pushed you back down on the bed to still you. “Yunho please-”

He had been inching closer and closer to your heated core, eyes on yours, only to pause as you whined. “Please what?” You could barely make out his smirk over your own body he was that close to where you so desperately needed some friction- for him to touch. “Use  your words baby.” To taunt you, he curled his finger, pleased with the way your breath hitched.

Yunho had no idea how he was able to stop himself from already diving into your sweet inviting cunt, so desperate for a taste of you, for how wet he made you. It seemed only a thin string of morality and control was holding him back, as if he needed to hear your consent one last time before giving into the desires that had been pumping through his blood all night.

“Please eat me out- or finger me or- I don't care how just fuck me Yunho! I want you so bad, please please ple-” Your pleas turned into moans as he obliged, two fingers pumping into you and curling as his lips happily suckled on your bundle of nerves. Your hands moved from gripping the sheets to gripping his hair, holding him impossibly closer to you as your hips lifted to the rhythm he quickly set, your climax his clear goal.

You could hardly think about anything other than him and the pleasure he was giving you, a shiver running up your spine when he moaned against your nerves, switching between his lips sucking and his tongue applying pressure while his long fingers worked to find that one spot; when he did, he quickly pushed in a third, spreading them out and curling just right, your gut twisting with familiar coils as your high built.

Despite how good it was, how close you were, it wasn’t until he spoke against your clit the muffled words “Cum for me” for you to clench around his digits and soak his hand and mouth with your release. You cried out his name as he he fucked you through your high, mouth pulled away as not to over stimulate your sensitive bud, only pulling his fingers out when you begged him to.

He sat back on his knees, bringing his fingers to his lips to lick them clean, moaning at the taste of you. “Fuck how are you so sweet? I already want more, I could eat you out every day cupcake.”

You blushed at the new pet name, but you didn’t dislike it, a small smile playing on your lips as you looked down at him through hooded eyes. “Yuyu-” You whined, lifting your weak arms to make grabby hands at him, spreading your legs further. “Want you- feel you inside me please.”

Yunho was in awe at the sight of you, fucked out expression, your slick dripping from your still twitching cunt that you kept on display for him with perhaps the sweetest smile he had ever seen on your features, grabbing at him and whining for him to fuck you. It was more than his deepest fantasies that he had never allowed himself to have about you, but clearly still had in the back of his mind. “Fuck-”

He discarded his clothes quickly, tossing them every which way until he was naked at the end of the bed, cock throbbing against his stomach, already leaking precum. He didn’t give you time to appreciate the sight, moving over you and hooking his hands under your knees before pushing them up. He huffed as he realized you were still wearing your bra, and after hooking your legs in the crook of his elbows he lifted you up to undo the clasp and removed the article with much more care than he had your underwear.

For a moment he paused to appreciate your freed breasts, once more licking his lips as he rutted the length of his cock against your folds, covering it with your slick. “Look at you, so fucking perfect- I’m an idiot for not realizing sooner.” He crashed his lips to yours with a newfound need, emotions pouring into your mouth with each brush of his lips and pant into your mouth once he pushed his tongue in to mingle with yours. It was if he couldn’t get enough of you, breaking away only to lay you back down.

He moved his hands back to the back of your thighs, pushing them up and wide until your knees were pressed against your arms. You gripped your calves, staring up at him as he directed his attention down, freeing on hand to guide the head of his cock into you. Your head fell back as he pushed in, stretching you out with more girth- and with each inch pushed in- more length than you were used to. 

He bottomed out, groaning as your walls clenched around him, trying to get used to his size, but Yunho had little patience left after that dinner, little control over the enormous amount of emotions that had overwhelmed him since you first opened your apartment door to him tonight. “This- this is my spot, buried deep in your cunt, far deeper than any one else could ever touch-”

The little green monster reared it’s head once more as he pulled out, eyes fixated where you were joined while your own head was lolled back and panting. “Fuck- even your cunt knows who it belongs to, sucking me back in, aching at my absence. Does it feel that good baby?” He slammed his full length back in, eyes flitted to your face as you cried out, nodding in answer. “Too fucked out to speak already? But I just started laying my claim- come on, let me hear that sweet voice of yours cupcake.”

“It feels so good Yuyu! PLease dont stop!” You cried out, hips lifting to chase his as he began to pull out once more. Your head already felt as if it was full of cotton, but it wasn’t overwhelming in the slightest. 

Pleased, he slammed his hips back into yours, letting out a soft groan. “Tell me cupcake, who does this cunt belong to?” Throwing caution to the wind, and liking the way his words made you clench around him, Yunho buried himself into you over and over, letting the little green monster have control over the reigns. Normally he would never be so rough with you, and with this being the first time you took his cock he knew he would regret it later- but you just looked so good bouncing beneath him like this. 

His hands held your legs in place, your own having moved to grip his wrists and dig your nails down into his flesh as if to try and pull him closer, which resulted in just enough of a shift for him to hit and rub against your g-spot with every harsh thrust. “Y-you! It belongs to you!” You cried out, feeling your high quickly approaching as he continued with reckless abandon. “Yu-yu I’m-! I’m gunna-! so close-”

“Come for me. Come on my cock baby.” His thrusts became more erratic, sweat beading his brow and breath heavy as he leaned down, capturing one of your bouncing tits in his mouth, hooking your ankles behind his neck and groaning as your hands flung to dig your nails into his back. He felt deeper in you at this angle, two more thrusts until you were clenching so tightly around him that even he thought he felt stars, his own climax pulled out of him as he moaned against your flesh, the sound drowned out by your own cry of pleasure.

When you began to shake beneath him his hips stopped, pumping the last of his cum deep into you and laying claim in the most primal way. Pride filled him as he knew no other would be able to fill you so deeply, nor would he let anyone ever get the chance. He kissed up your chest to your neck and then up over your jaw before peppering your lips with sweet chaste kisses as you both worked on catching your breath. Slowly he pulled your legs out from under him, situating them down flat on the bed on either side of him as you giggled under his lips.

The little green monster was long gone, and all that was left was his overwhelming love for you that he just needed to expression in every way he could. “I love you cupcake. So so much, I’m an idiot for not realizing it sooner.”

You were elated, legs and arms jelly but you still wrapped your arms around his neck, giggling against his lips only to whine when he finally pulled out of you. You felt his cum and your own gush out of your folds and pool beneath your bum. “You are a big idiot-”

“Hey-”

“But so am I.” You interrupted his protest, placing a kiss to his sweaty forehead. “I should've realized I loved you sooner as well. Then we could have both been spared that awkward date.”:

He captured your lips in his once more, pulling away only when you were both breathless and giddy. “Let’s agree to never mention that dinner again.” 

You nodded. “Agreed.”

“And also that I always sit to your left, no matter what.” He pointed out as he leaned away from you, maneuvering to slip off your bed and head to the bathroom, the light from the city had illuminated your bedroom enough through the one window, but the little night light you kept in the bathroom also helped you watch his rear as he walked towards said room. 

“Does it matter that much Yuyu?” You whined, rolling onto your side so you could keep watching him.

He glanced back over his shoulder as he flicked the bathroom light on, a soft pout on his features. “Of course it matters- That’s been my spot since the day I met you. I get the left side of the bed too!” He called back in a singsong voice.

You could only laugh, recalling the day in grade school you two had met: new seating arrangements and you sat in a seat to your left so you could sit by the window to daydream, only for Yunho to come up and proudly proclaim “That’s my spot. You sit there.” He had pointed to the seat next to it, no hints of malice or anger when he spoke, just kindly correcting you. You had apologized, moved, and he took his seat.

And somehow ever since, he had always been on your left. Every class, every lunch, when you two went on walks, and now as he curled into your freshly made bed, he laid to your left and pulled you against his chest. You curled against him happily, sighing at how right it felt. “This is my spot.” You used his words against him, placing a kiss to his bare chest just over his heart.

He hummed in agreement, and like that, it was just another way to say “I love you” between the two of you.

[demuredociledoll]

kitty's bimbo bucket list

Use these to break me

soooooo i'm a tgirly who's been on hrt a long time now, i have great tits and great ass and my brain is Way fuzzier but like. i want more. i wanna be like the cool girls i see on who are just completley ultrafeminine. i wanna be the perfect boys girl. im like. might to be a bimbo tradwife. i wanna be that so bad. ive also like. been doing the bambi 20 day challenge and its like. making me realise i neeed to make these changes lol

so i thought id like. make a list of things i need to do to be the girl of my dreams i see girls with lots of fun lists where they like say "at 10 reblogs i'll do this and i kinda like. wanna arrange this like one of those eventually (if you see a bimbofication step-by-step around PLease send it to me!! i love doing what rules say). reeeeeeeally reeally reeally open to feedback and other things to include on this list.

Bimbofying my looks

so this bits like. ways i want to look prettier :)

Nails always varnished: i think this might be the most easy for me to do as i spend a lot of time painting my nails anyway, but i wanna make like a pledge to make sure my nails are Never left unpainted. i think this would be a good place to start on this

Makeup every day - i used to wear makeup every day before covid and i reeeeeeeeeally wanna get back into the swing of it. i only do it like, maybe like once every few months which just Sucks. especially when i look so pretty doing it. so i wanna like get back into a position where i do my go to routine (foundation+eye shadow+eye liner+lipstick+lip liner) at least once a month, then at least once a week, then at least every day i'm not working, then at least every day i dont have like, a work video call, then every day.

Dyeing my hair: i reeeeeeeeally wanna dye my hair but im so scared of losing my natural colour. so im thinking of like, starting Blonde frosted tips as a start, before working up to being a totally bleach blonde

Get rid of trousers and only wear skirts: girls literally shouldnt wear trousers. it literally should be illegal. i wanna like. slowly get to a point where i only wear skirts. skirts make it easy for boys to access my holes :) but actually having said that. boys really like tight clothes. so i should keep wearing ultra tight. i also need to really increase my lingerie and sexy clothes collecshon :)

Lip fillers!! I reeeeeeeeeally wanna get lip fillers but i know its gonna be a big step to get there. i wanna do everythign i can to make my lips bigger naturally in the meantime. i think i wanna get lip fillers first before i think about. bigger tits. i reeeeeeeally want srs so bad but like., thats the goverments problem

getting bgiger: im like sooooo thin at the moment, and i neeeeeeed to get bigger tits and a bigger belly to make me more grabbable and wobbly. its a little diffcult because ive got like. lots of tummy issues. but i wanna slowly scale up my food intake. ive been eating lots of ice cream but i wanna like. follow a proper plan for biggerising myself feedee style

brain feminisation and IQ reduction

sooooo this sections like. ways to girlify my brain and make sure i just think girl thoughts

im alreayd doing good on hypnos with the bambi challenge (which is going soooooo well!! im learning sosososooso much :) ). but like. i wanna keep listening to hypnos moer

staying in my place; i'm already Really good at this. doing the cooking, cleaning, housekeeping, serving men in every way i can i am already 100% that. i stepped back from a job recently so ill have even more time to do that and i can't Wait.

knowing my place: despite this i clearly like, have a tonne of feminist baggage from my old self i really need to get rid of. i need to like. have my opinions broken and like, have like the gender politics of a conservative American housewife drilled into me. i wanna genuinely believe that women should stay in the kitchen and women shouldnt work and shoudl just serve men (smart boys please please please fix me!!!). i want pro-patriarhcy to be like. my mission in life. im thinking of like. writing lots of good girl essays on tumblr to try and fix my brain lol

dumming down my writing and speaking: likeee i think im already making good practice on this, ive been workiing on a lot lately. im trying to like. not use words longer than two soundy things, like short words, with the only ones allowed being like. sexy words. and mispeling them when i cant use any other words that are small. and using the wrong words and to like get rid of capital letters apostroches. i think im getting there on this. i also need to dumb down my speaking but honestly like im already there with that, i always say words wrong and everyone makes so much fun of me for it, it turns me a lot when people make fun of me for saying words wrong lol :)

girlify my music tastes: i reeeeeeally need to get into some girlier music. i really want to. currently i dont really have much of a music taste, i mostly just listen to synthy tunes and stuff which are easy to listen to while doing worky things. however, like ive tried listening to more popular stuff like taylor swift and the brat album and its like, okay, but its like not my thing lol. I used to be suuuuuuper into paramore but im like, aware thats a more like punchy girl band and im like not that lol. update im gonna work these into my daily music playlists!!

girlify my media intake and hobbies: currently i listen to a lot of boy stuff inherited from my old self, like ww2 books and podcasts which are...boring lol. i dont want learn things like that anymore. i wannna watch more stuff thats for girls, but im not really too sure where to begin? ive tried like, reading girleir magazines like Good Housekeeping and the like but it doesnt like. completely engage me lol

taking cock and being a good sexdoll

this section is like. ways i wanna be a better fuckdoll :)

m already like. so good at blowjobs. i absoltuely adore blowjobs. i dont think theres anything i need to improve here. i already deep throat, swallow every time. id like to take more facials though :)

but i neeeeeed to get better with my other hole. again i used to ride my dildo all the time prepandemic but ive fallen out the habit, its like my makeup i only really play on veyr special ocassions

increase my toy collecshun: my toys are not in as good condition as they used to be and i want like. good ones. i need to like. make a good purchase of some good quality toys for assfucking. i already have some good buttplugs :)

get good at getting my ass fucked: im thinking of like. mirroring what i did with my makeup here. like go from wearing my buttplug for a long period at least once a month, once a week, when im not working...etc. and likewise wiht my dildo. aggain its hard because i have a lot of tummy and bottom issues.

Only cum with permisson: this is so important. girls literally should not control their cumming. it should literally be against the law. im thinking of listening to cals curse some more to like. make that a hard and fast rule lol

so like!! this is what i kind think of right now. but i really wanna like. learn more from others and think. thank you!!!!!!!!

[squoxle]

✏ TNAIT: Pilot l.at fanfic

➢ pairing: none | wc: 400 | cw: profanity, jokes of death | plot: intro

Not to sound like an overdramatic, hormonal teenager, but my life is so over.

Everything was perfect. I had my friends, my prestige, and my parents' respect. I was on the path to obtaining my degree and enjoying every minute of my college years. But since the beginning of this stupid semester, it has been one thing after another.

Initially, I spent hours studying my ass off, but outside of that I never had time for anything else...

Wake up. Study. Practice. Go home. Study some more. Go to sleep.

Fucking Groundhog Day...every day...

So to keep me sane, I started to do whatever I wanted and my coursework was put on the back burner. Sure, I've been able to actually hang out with my friends, but my grades look like shit.

And midterm reports will be uploaded today. My parents are gonna fucking bury me alive.

Introducing the small friend group that will likely attend my funeral.

[ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ]

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Abigail Amelia Grant (or just Abby)

ᴀɢᴇ: 19...until August

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Beautiful, blonde, perfect body

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Sometimes toxic, mostly sweet, lowkey in love with Jake -- a.k.a. your number 1 best friend

ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: Horny...

[ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ]

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Xoey (can't remember her middle name) García

ᴀɢᴇ: 20

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Long chocolate brown hair with bleached bangs, big brown eyes with a mole directly under the right one

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Fiesty, can come off as bitchy, but that's just the way she is -- she also had a threesome with Jake.

ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: I honestly don't know...she's kinda hard to read.

[ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ]

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Nova Diamond Moore

ᴀɢᴇ: 18

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Curly hair, face like a baby (also her nickname), and thick in the humblest way

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Sweet as hell and usually pretty silly, until it's time to be serious of course

ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: Hungry -- she asked if we could go out for ice cream later...too bad I have a family dinner to attend.

[ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ]

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Janice Fatima Jones (sometimes we call her JJ)

ᴀɢᴇ: 21

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Shoulder-length wavy black hair, can't really distinguish her ethnicity...but I know her dad is white

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Can be uncomfortably formal at times, but she's usually pretty chill. Don't expect to find her at a party though, her dad is kinda the dean of this university.

ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: Neutral -- that's what she said when I asked lol

[ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ]

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Sim Jaeyun (we just call him Jake)

ᴀɢᴇ: 21 until November

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Cute, sexy puppy -- Abby's words, not mine.

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Goofy, sweet, and UGH! I can't even say it -- Abby's words, not mine.

ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: Missing me -- Abby's words, not mine.

Well...hopefully whatever happens tonight doesn't actually end my life...

(I know it's a day early, but I couldn't wait any longer :\)

Thanks for reading this little intro to my series. [Series Masterlist]

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[madame-mortician]

Analysis of Maria's outfit (In Silent Hill 2)

Maria's design in Silent Hill 2 consists of a maroon/magenta cardigan, a pink leopard print skirt, long brown boots and a leopard print choker that matches her skirt. She also wears a golden belt with coins hanging off, and her choker has a matching coin dangling on her neck. She wears golden rings and her hair is bleached blonde, with pink tips and her natural brown roots growing back in.

Maria visually looks similar to James' late wife Mary, with only her outfit and hair being different. Despite the clear difference in style, Maria's outfit is visually similar to Mary's. Both are pink, but Mary wears lighter colours whilst Maria wears darker shades. Both include button-up cardigans, but Mary's is layered over her white dress, whilst Maria is wearing it as her shirt. Both are in patterned skirts, but Mary has flowers on her dress whilst Maria has an animal print. Both are wearing rings but Mary is wearing her wedding ring, whilst Maria is just wearing trendy jewellery. Both are in heels but Mary is in white pumps and Maria is in brown boots.

I believe this was intentional, used as a way to clearly connect Maria to Mary in other ways besides facial features, but also not make her look too much like Mary that you can't tell her apart. Everything different between Mary and Maria's designs says a lot about them too. Maria wears darker, more revealing clothes as she does work as a dancer at a Strip club. Mary dresses more modestly and shows very little skin. This makes a clear contrast between the two, and in the context of the story, it makes sense that Silent Hill would manifest a version of his wife that dresses "hotter" as he was going through sexual frustration during the events of the game. Mary dresses like a grandmother, and whilst it may very well just be her fashion sense, it does convey the feeling that James might not have seen her as young and hot anymore, and her sickness ruining her physical appearance surely didn't help James' feelings.

It can also be stated that Maria's outfit is very... unnatural. Sure it's not uncommon to see people wearing immodest clothing, especially somebody who literally works at a nightclub, but even so, the way Maria dresses feels like a caricature of somebody who works at a nightclub and not an actual woman you'd see out and about. Her outfit is very non-casual and I could not see somebody going to the store like that, especially in the 90s. Her outfit being so stylised and unnatural could be seen as intentional, as the town created her to invoke James' idealised version of Mary, perhaps to an extreme attempt. James wanted his wife to dress more sexually? Well here's a hot version of your wife wearing a themed pink leopard print fit. Her outfit really gives the feeling of uncanny valley as again, it's not like people don't wear sexy outfits when they're out and about, but Maria's is so exaggerated that it evokes the feeling of an AI creating what they think is a casual, sexy fit and not a natural outfit created by a woman trying to look sexy if that makes any sense.

I also want to mention her hair. Mary's hair is bleached and she isn't a natural blonde as evidenced by her dark roots coming back. It's odd that a fake person, clearly supposed to be blonde, intentionally has her natural hair showing. Couldn't the town just not give her roots and give the illusion that Maria is a blonde? I think the reason she has her natural hair growing back is to show that is more alike to Mary than it might seem, and to trick James into thinking she is Mary. If she just had blonde hair, it would be assumed she's a natural blonde but the fact we see her roots prove she is actually a brunette, just like Mary.

[houseofbabygirls]

Be my mistake

 Bradley knows he loves you, so why does he keep messing things up?

Bradley Bradshaw x GN!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Cheating, swearing, mentions of smut, alcohol mention, angst like so much angst. No real happy ending.

A/n: This is my first time writing on here! I’ve been so nervous to post but I love to write so I just said fuck it. I hope you enjoy! Also this inspired by “Be my mistake” by The 1975 so I reccomend listening to that as you read.

No one could hate Bradley more than he hated himself, he was a master at fucking good things up for himself. He knew he had a good life, with a beautiful fiance, a house, a dog, and a really good job. He had to make for himself but he couldn’t just stop there, he had to have more. 

It was mostly an accident, he had seen the cute blonde from across the bar and when they locked eyes he knew he was a dead man. He fell straight into her bleach blonde, big titted trap. She laughed too hard at his jokes and she drank cocktails that tasted like straight sugar but Bradley didn’t care, she was into him and that’s all it took. 

They chatted for a while, Bradley knew that his bride-to-be was mingling somewhere, but was most likely too busy with Phoenix and Bob to notice his wandering hands and lust filled eyes. He felt the faint burn of guilt in his chest as he talked to this girl, Lily was her name. 

If you asked him why he did what he did, it was because he was mad. You got in a nasty fight over something stupid and had kicked him out of the house. Telling him to come back when he actually cared. He was mad that he fucked up something good. He hated himself for it and he wished he could fix it, but he was a simple man. He saw this sweet young thing, who made him feel desirable again and he snatched it up.

He hated how you looked at him, even when you were mad at him you held his eyes with such a gentle gaze. He felt like he was on probation, you didn’t break up, you were simply in a fight. He caught your eye once more and that softened gaze almost made him stay, almost. 

But when he saw that cute girl standing by the door, biting her soft lip, he caved and said goodbye quickly. He didn’t even look back as he followed this girl he barely knew out of the bar. He got in his Bronco and drove her to the beach, watching the sunset as he betrayed your trust the first time.

It was supposed to have been one and done. But when the blonde had her hand wrapped around his cock asking for his number he couldn't do anything but wordlessly give her his phone. That was the beginning of his fall from grace. He met her at least 3 times a week from then on. He liked this girl, but that was it. She wasn’t like you, she didn’t mean as much as you did. She was a means to an end, while you were his future. But even though you had made up Bradley couldn’t stop from fucking up. He still found a way to damn himself.

Like now, it had been over a month since he started seeing Lily, they always met in a hotel room, somewhere far enough away to not cause suspicion. She would come in and smile, that cute little smile that made him take the bait in the first place and suddenly he didn’t feel so guilty anymore. Her supple skin and soft kisses made him lose that battle every time. He never thought of you until everything was quiet and he couldn’t escape it.

He looked at the sleeping girl next to him and sighed, she was cute, that was for sure. But she wasn’t you. She didn’t have the birthmark on her back that looked like a constellation, or the same sweet scented body wash that you used everyday after he told you it drove him crazy. She just wasn’t you, and everything she did reminded him of that. After the first time they hooked up, he asked her to turn the light off, because as long as he couldn’t see her face then maybe he could pretend it was you. 

But then she’d say something cute like “I love those jeans on you, they make you look so sexy.” and he would just kiss her harshly before he accidentally told her that you had bought him those jeans, not for any special occasion but because you just thought of him and wanted to do something nice. Because that’s what you were, you were the nicest person Bradley had ever met. So why was he so stupid. 

He tried to think of anything else than your sweet smile and the way you laughed. He moved closer to Lily and put his face in her hair, it was something he did to calm himself but when he breathed in he didn’t get the satisfaction that he so desperately wanted. All he could smell in her hair was the lotion that you used on your feet.

 It was a silly thing, you were self conscious about your feet. Always telling Bradley that you didn’t want to rub cracked feet on him in the middle of the night. He usually would just laugh and kiss you, telling you that he loved you and your cracked feet anyway. 

He smiled sadly at the thought, and he turned away from the girl in front of him. He was starting to feel sick, he couldn’t get the picture of you out of his head. He tossed and turned all night, waiting till he fell asleep from exhaustion.

Even though Bradley started all this he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by this new girl. She would come to his hotel room unannounced, She’d make herself at home while drinking his alcohol and eating his food. He wished that she would just wait till he called her up. He didn’t need a new partner, he just needed a release. Something to cure that burning pit of loneliness that buried itself within his chest.  

He hated how she would come in, acting like she was important. Making jokes about his infidelity like it wasn’t something that could ruin his life.  She be riding him, letting out those obnoxious whiny moans while saying, “I bet your old bitch couldn’t fuck you half as well as me.” 

Which was a lie, sure she was tighter than all hell and had great tits to look at. But she didn’t have the same way that you did. She was bland and frankly annoying, so much so that he always took to fucking her so hard she couldn’t speak. He didn’t want to hear anything about you coming out of her mouth, you were his. You didn’t exist in this world, you were above it. You were better. 

In the next week he had gotten back on good terms with you, he had come home and apologized. He made sure to make it up to you. And with you being the person that you are, you had forgiven him. He felt guilty when he kissed you, knowing that the night before his lips had been on someone else's. But for now he was just happy to have you back in his arms  

He knew that he really should’ve broken it off with Lily, he wasn’t in the doghouse anymore. He had no reason to see her, but yet he still called her. He didn’t know what kind of sadist he had to be to do this to himself but he couldn’t stop. He liked her, he liked how he felt when he was with her. Because unlike you she only cared about making him feel good. He felt above everyone when she praised him. It was sick, because he needed that praise. He needed to feel that but in the end she just couldn’t compare. He had struck gold with you, you made him a good person. 

Of course he liked sleeping with this girl, he wouldn’t have kept in contact had he not but she didn’t bring him to his knees like you did. You made him crumble with one grin, one simple touch and he was putty in your hands. You made him weak. He was allowed to be vulnerable with you, he trusted you. He would give his life for you and yet he couldn’t help but find every way to ruin what he built.

He needed you, he couldn’t live without you and yet somewhere deep down that was a sick lie. If he really needed you then he wouldn’t be betraying you like this. He wouldn’t be killing what once was so lively. He’d be fully committed to you and not making this mistake. Not choosing to lie to you when all you’ve done is look out for him, but Bradley knew this would never last, he always found a way to ruin his life with his Bradshaw charm. 

He always knew that you were too good, just like he always knew that she would be his mistake.

[vparka]

Mx. Sinister // Hyunlix fanfic

Hyunlix fanfiction. / Hwang Hyunjin x Lee Felix.

Rated: Explicit.

Length: Long fic, no exact number of words and chapters yet.

⚠️ Tags: MANIAC era, Obsession, Sasaeng-behaviour. Possesive behaviour, Idol! Lee Felix, Fanboy! Hwang Hyunjin. Smut // Different tags. Attempted kidnapping, Rich! Hyunjin. Daydreaming. Hyunjin being delulu (lol). Crack treated seriously. ETC.

AO3 Link: "Mx. Sinister" Click! // includes all tags to take in consideration.

Summary:

And there he was, the most perfect being on earth. The total definition of an angel, a deep and smooth voice that didn’t match his delicate and soft face features at all; a really pretty face, short and skinny body. He had long blond hair and was completely dressed in red. Now, Hyunjin wasn’t gay nor anything other than straight but the guy on TV… the dude was stunning; he had the cutest pair of lips and the brightest and happiest eyes he had ever seen, yet his expression was deadly serious. The idol immediately hypnotized Hyunjin with his siren-like voice. He looked dangerous, yet so enchanting. Totally breathtaking. Hyunjin’s breath hitched, his heart skipped a beat and his eyes widened in shock.

So this was L̶̡̡̺̪̟̮͙̳̱͙̃̐̾̕̕͘Ǫ̸̨̻̯͎̯̬̳̀̆̆͋̏́̃̄̇̃͘V̸̢̮͎̖̌̈̓E̵̤̠̳͕̖̙̞̞̻̻̙̒̿̈́̍̃́̔ at first sight.

____ Or. "How Hwang Hyunjin lost his head to an Idol."

Chapter 1 / ??

If someone told the Hwang Hyunjin from a year ago that he would be obsessing over a freaking male k-pop idol in his early twenties and spending money like crazy on said male idol’s group just for him , he would have laughed at their face… and probably given them a huge side eye.

Hwang Hyunjin wasn’t even gay- he wasn’t bisexual either, and he did like music, but he wasn’t a huge fan of pop nor was used to obsessing over an angelic boy with such a pretty face and a damn alluring voice, with an impossibly sweet personality. Yeah, Lee Felix was all of that… which Hyunjin couldn’t handle, at all. 

No, all of this was new for Hyunjin… If being already a year deep into this still was considered being new. He had always loved music, how could he not? it was always there for him, in the good and bad moments, but he never had lost his head over an artist.

Sure, he had casual merch, some hoodies and posters here and there from different artists he liked… but he hadn’t been the same since he had discovered Stray Kids thanks to his hairstylist, who had the TV on while she bleached Hyunjin’s hair at her salon on a boring Saturday morning some time ago: Hyunjin had been scrolling down his phone, liking a few IG posts from his friends and not minding the music until a deep voice had caught him off guard— a male voice. Even though he wasn’t a fan of k-pop, the voice had made him curious; guys with deep voices weren’t that usual, so he had looked up and ended up seeing the most perfect being on earth. An angel…

And his life had changed completely thanks to a video of a k-pop boy group dancing.

As Hyunjin continued scrolling down IG and liking some posts while he waited for the lady to do his hair, he couldn’t help himself and curiously looked up when he heard a deep voice rapping so smoothly, so confident: It was a deep and beautiful voice, not annoyingly raspy and over acted—  no, this one was natural and sexy… these were difficult to find. Usually dudes in the pop industry had a normal voice or a somewhat lower one, but not that smooth and seductive, dripping with so much confidence and flow… So, of course he wanted to see the dude, just out of pure curiosity. It wasn’t a bad voice at all and the song was actually catchy, it was a song that he could see himself actually adding to his own playlists. Hwang Hyunjin looked up at the TV as his hairstylist prepared the toner; he planned to go blond and had been wanting to since a few months ago.

And there he was, the most perfect being on earth. The total definition of an angel, a deep and smooth voice that didn’t match his delicate and soft face features at all; a really pretty face, short and skinny body. He had long blond hair and was completely dressed in red. Now, Hyunjin wasn’t gay nor anything other than straight but the guy on TV… the dude was stunning; he had the cutest pair of lips and the brightest and happiest eyes he had ever seen, yet his expression was deadly serious. The idol immediately hypnotized Hyunjin with his siren-like voice. He looked dangerous, yet so enchanting. Totally breathtaking .

Hyunjin’s breath hitched, his heart skipped a beat and his eyes widened in shock.

So this was L̶̡̡̺̪̟̮͙̳̱͙̃̐̾̕̕͘Ǫ̸̨̻̯͎̯̬̳̀̆̆͋̏́̃̄̇̃͘V̸̢̮͎̖̌̈̓E̵̤̠̳͕̖̙̞̞̻̻̙̒̿̈́̍̃́̔ at first sight.

He couldn’t help himself, he immediately asked his hairstylist without even looking at her, not fully processing what the idol was making him feel.

“Which group is this?” Hyunjin couldn’t keep his eyes off the screen. Angel smiled briefly and continued dancing with such a passion, his movements so fluid yet so calculated as another member of the group took the center and started singing, but Hyunjin’s eyes followed him. “ Who’s the blond dude with the deep voice?” 

“Uhn?” The lady turned around and raised her eyebrow at Hyunjin’s sudden interest in a k-pop group, he had been her client for years and even though he never complained about her playing k-pop, she knew that it wasn’t Hyunjin’s usual preferred genre. He seemed pretty engaged in the boy group's performance though, so she just decided to answer. Well, nothing bad about liking a song. “They’re called Stray Kids, are you talking about the rapper? His name is Felix. The song is Thunderous” ”

Felix.

A year since Hwang Hyunjin had met the love of his life , his soulmate. A year of investigating Lee Yongbok. Felix. His beautiful Yongbokkie. His dear Lixie. A year of following and constantly checking Felix’s social media, of downloading photos and videos of him, of watching every program that featured him; a year of using his personal black card to buy Stray Kids’ discography just for Felix and his merch…

A year since Hyunjin had started seeing the male body in another light because a certain man was making him feel things he hadn’t even experienced with women before… even when said man had never seen him before, didn’t know him and the chance of touching was less than zero. A year since Hyunjin started craving another male : to cuddle a tall figure, to caress a small waist and wider shoulders, to wanting to memorize those dazzling masculine curves with his fingers and mouth, to inhale that characteristic scent the other members of Stray Kids said that Felix possessed… all of that while Hyunjin heard Felix’s deep, sexy and strong voice, preferably close to his ear. Sometimes it wasn’t even sexual (though it wasn’t exactly a secret that Hyunjin had already dedicated one or two to Felix… or more like every masturbating session since he had known about the idol) but Hyunjin also wanted Felix’s softness and his cute personality. He wanted to hold his hand, kiss his cheek, eat his brownies… he wanted Lee Felix.

Hyunjin had never been a plushie kind of person, but now he had a special corner just for Bbokari with its own closet full of cute clothes, bought and some handmade by himself (these were simpler but made with love), he also had the binder things filled with Felix’s photocards, a lot of them were bought or traded from and with other Stays because he didn’t had enough luck to pull Felix’s photocards in every album- actually , it was rare for Hyunjin to pull a Felix photocard. His phone and computer had Felix as his wallpaper, he had keychains of Bbokari and Felix’s own face- and Hyunjin had the photocard of the Thunderous era on his phone case. He had a Bubble subscription that he paid every month for just to be in Felix’s chat, to receive texts and selfies from him. A couple of life sized cardboard cutouts of Felix (it was incredibly cute that the idol was shorter than Hyunjin!) one intact in his room and another hidden in his closet… for more personal uses.

Hyunjin had everything.

Nobody but him and the maids that cleaned the house knew about Hyunjin’s collection of the idol, or at least the extent of it.

Even though Hyunjin was a person of a small social circle (being an introvert kind of made it that way, but he didn’t mind it, it was actually quite comfy being on a small circle) he was quite popular in university thanks to his looks and family name— so the nosey people did noticed that his phone case had suddenly an idol photocard, but none had dared to say anything nasty to his face yet. Hyunjin preferred it that way, so what if his phone case and school bag suddenly had photocards of his love, despite being known for saying out loud that k-pop was for kids and obsessed girls a couple times? It was his business only. And apparently his friends’ because they thought it was fun to tease Hyunjin about his celebrity crush, though they never crossed a line of teasing too much or insulting Felix. 

Hyunjin also ran a big Felix dedicated fan account on twitter where he hyped the idol up and expressed his deep love for him on his freetime. His friends didn’t know about this one yet, and Hyunjin wasn’t planning on telling them either. It would actually embarrass him— he wasn’t ashamed of publicly loving Yongbokkie, but his romantic side was actually kind of embarrassing… and Hyunjin didn’t hid that side of him whenever he went on a rant or wrote paragraphs where he tagged Stray Kids’ official account, sending an endless sea of messages and hoping that Felix would read them.

It seemed that a lot of people in the fandom liked Felix too, because Hyunjin’s account was followed by so many people and they seemed to connect with Hyunjin’s yearning for the idol- too bad they didn’t love Yongbokkie just like him, he loved the Australian so much more and his love for him was more real than theirs combined . He was just better and Yongbokkie only deserved the best , so of course Hyunjin did his best to support the other man; writing to him and supporting him by buying albums and merch.

It had been a year. A busy and sad year because he still hadn’t seen Lee Felix in real life… because Hyunjin had entered the fandom when Stray Kids were on hiatus. Nobody knew where they exactly were, but the fandom was blessed with constant updates of the members every now and then; posts, selfies on different platforms and a few lives on IG.

He had been surviving on crumbs… but it was alright, not totally but it was okay— Felix seemed happy whenever he went Live, it was easy to notice that he seemed relaxed, the break erasing the angel’s eye dark circles.

Hyunjin was happy about the fact that his love was sleeping well, he totally deserved it after working so hard and Hyunjin always made sure to say it on a comment

Like right now.

yong.lixx LIVE

Felix was smiling, reading comments as he ate his dinner. He wasn’t wearing any makeup and was dressed in silky pajamas. Judging by his attire and the fact that he was eating dinner, Hyunjin could guess that Felix was currently in Korea, where? he didn’t know, but it made sense. Felix had also said that it was kinda late at the start of the transmission, 11pm, so it was probably going to be a short live… and Hyunjin had realized immediately that they were on the same time zone, so it just made sense, really . Even by his standards, he wasn’t that stalkey (right?) And it was such a nice coincidence, the older male could pretend that they were having a late dinner date at home right now; he was at home wearing his own expensive pajamas and had a pizza box beside him, ready to relax after a long, exhausting day of university and shopping.

There were rumors about Stray Kids making a comeback soon and Hyunjin had gone all the way to the biggest mall in Seoul after class to buy himself a professional camera. If the rumors were true, then it was better if he was prepared beforehand.

It wasn’t a secret that the Hwang family was disgustingly rich, one of the most influential and rich families in Seoul and him being an only child meant that there was more money for him- so of course Hyunjin planned to go to every event he could to meet Felix and take pictures and videos of him. To see Felix and capture every moment and breath of his, only for Hyunjin’s own enjoyment. He had to be prepared to capture his soulmate’s natural beauty and the exact moments where Felix would react to see his destined lover; Hyunjin - himself, of course, the one and only Hwang heir of a couple of renowned famous brands in Korea; his dad being the CEO of a tech company and his mother the owner of a popular fashion brand, himself being a great painter and only a year and a half to finish university with an already guaranteed excellent paying job— so it was pretty obvious that he could provide for the idol, unlike most people online that dared to say that Felix was their sunshine- he would take great care of the Australian whenever his dear Lixie decided to step away from his idol life, not having to worry about a single cent. He would have a big house, would eat only the most delicious foods and have Hyunjin by his side, loyal and always ready to protect him-

Hyunjin would take great care of Felix, they wouldn’t, couldn’t . Especially if Felix ended up being expensive, which Hyunjin could accept without any problem, his family had too much money anyway and he wasn’t one to usually spend money recklessly; he probably used like a five or ten percent of his total allowance and he did sold his paints for a good price, so what was better than spending it on his soulmate? Felix only deserved the best.

 The older male wished he could cuddle Felix and feed him right now, have Yongbokkie sitting on his lap looking at him with so much love and smiling at him , Felix’s cute lips open as Hyunjin would feed him a pretty, sweet pastry. Hyunjin would hold him with so much love, keeping him warm while he whispered sweet words to his angel as he kissed his cheek. It would be a nice, comfy dinner date between boyfriends- 

“Super shy, super shy…. “ Felix sang that damn song again as he took a bite of his dinner mindlessly, reading comments. It was probably the third live where he sang that cutesy song with his criminally deep voice and Hyunjin honestly couldn't take it anymore. His heart ached with so much yearning, Felix was killing him, he was just so damn sweet and Hyunjin’s heart could only take so much. Felix giggled softly, eyes quickly reading the flood of comments. “Sorry. “ the idol said as he smiled.

Felix had bleached his hair again and it looked really good on him, to be honest. His hair was tied up in a small ponytail, though there were some rebel strands of soft hair caressing his beautiful freckled cheeks. The idol definitely rocked blond hair, Hyunjin would have thought that it was his real color if he hadn’t seen Felix’s pre-debut photos before. His real color was pretty cute, too… but blond really made his skin glow, his freckles looking more prominent: it was a contrast of platinum blonde hair, lovely tanned skin and his brown pigmented freckles. 

He really looks good with everything, Hyunjin absently thought as he fixed his own red hair: he had dyed it a week ago, actually. He did look good with blond hair himself, but he just felt like going for a more risky look. He really hadn’t thought much about it, he had just felt like going bright red would be interesting… which had been kind of weird because he usually preferred not to stand out– people got too comfortable talking to him about uninteresting, shallow things or even trying to flirt. Apparently, he looked like a player… which he wasn’t, especially now that he had his eyes set on a special someone.

Once his bangs were out of his face (he wanted to be able to see Felix as much as he could) , Hyunjin took a bite of his own dinner and typed a quick comment, hoping that the idol would read it. 

||  hynjinnnn: you look so beautiful, Yongbokkie. I’m glad you’re looking more relaxed, you deserve the rest 🥰😘 ||

Short, but straight to the point. It usually wasn’t like this, he loved to write in deep detail just how lovely Felix looked and acted, how proud Hyunjin was of him, he would express his love and admiration. His usual messages were long and dedicated… and Felix never read those. It hurt .

Hyunjin smiled as he saw the younger male giggle again but felt dread inside, of course Felix didn’t read it either. As much as the idol tried to interact with every fan, Hyunjin never got lucky… and he hated it. It wasn’t Felix’s fault, but Hyunjin couldn’t help but feel like a kicked, jealous puppy. Here he was, the so-called Cold Prince and one of the most wanted people in his university, aching for the love of his life to notice him- to give him a crumb of attention.

Couldn’t Felix recognize Hyunjin’s username? He had a, he must admit, a pretty damn nice picture of himself as his profile picture- unlike the ninety-eight percent of the people commenting on the live’s chat who had cartoons or pictures of other idols as theirs, plus, Hyunjin never missed a Felix live. 

Some people on the chat already recognized him, here and on other platforms where he showed his support, why couldn’t Felix recognize him too? The older male wasn’t a narcissist in any way, he actually preferred to not think about himself because there were actual important things to think about instead… but he had to gain the idol’s attention in any way, what was better than dressing in expensive designer clothes and having his hair dyed bright red? People tended to recognize that kind of style more than Hyunjin’s usual black, casual clothes and dark hair… but apparently it wasn’t working correctly. He had gained more attention when he was outside and some other people in the fandom that followed him on IG and TikTok but they weren’t Felix, so it didn’t matter.

With a heavy sigh, Hyunjin grabbed his laptop and opened twitter, then he quickly typed;

|| JIN.IRET 🥐  / hynjinnnn ||

|| Yongbokkie is live and he looks so cute, UGH. I want to kiss his freckles so bad, he’s such an angel. I wish I could cuddle him right nowww ||

It was pretty tame compared to what he usually would write or express while he lost it on a TikTok video, but it expressed a little his need for the idol… and that was the magic of being online. While real-life Hyunjin would be blank-faced if you were face-to-face with him, not making a single expression outside his (usual, default) bored-looking one, and his words would be probably taken as sarcasm than actual lovesickness; online Hyunjin could express himself without shame, words and screams conveying much more emotion than his actual face in real life… plus, nobody really knew him. Nobody would know that he was out of character, even for himself, when he was free and in the mood to talk about Felix.

That was the pinning , whipped side of Hwang Hyunjin.

He had his moments where he was spontaneous and behaved crazily with his inner circle or even in videos, sure, but he usually was pretty calm and kept to himself, his control of his own impulses was alright— but being alone and free to express whatever was on his mind when it was about his Lixie?

He didn’t care about what other people thought about him, but it did feel… liberating. Why did Felix not give him a little attention, then? 

Hyunjin stared at his phone while the IG live was still playing. Felix was still eating and reading in silence, occasionally giggling and scrolling down comments. Feline-like eyes tracked every movement the idol did, he just couldn’t understand how someone could be so perfect, he wanted to sob.

This was pathetic already, but that was how it was… Felix had him completely enchanted.

“Felix, did you bleach your hair again? Can’t see your roots.” Felix read in English and Hyunjin bit his lower lip. Sounds so sexy… he thought, closing his eyes in despair as he bit aggressively a slice of pizza. This man was going to be the end of him. Felix smiled brightly and nodded slightly, showing off the work his hair stylist had done. “Yeah, I got my hair bleached two days ago, can you guess why?” He smiled cheekily and drank a sip from his soda.

That question provoked a whole sea of comments, people principally speculated about a possible comeback… and their theories could be true. Felix had been growing his hair but not retouching the roots during his whole break because he wanted to have healthy hair, the other members of Stray Kids had also started to post photos of Seoul… so all of them were in Korea. And it had been four months since they went on a break, so it wasn’t unlikely that they were preparing to hit the stages again. Hyunjin desperately wanted that to be true, it would be his opportunity to assist their events, concerts and fansigns to finally meet his sunshine, to wait for Felix at the airport if he went abroad for promotions… he could finally be near the Australian. He wanted that, badly.

“Oh, who are you?” Felix suddenly smiled widely, his eyes looking at something or someone behind the camera with complete attention. He looked happy… “What are you doing here?” He asked amicably, moving to a side to let the person who entered the room a space next to him. 

“Another member?” Hyunjin muttered to himself, slightly frowning, lips tight as he let the slice of pizza back on the box, his attention now focused on the intrusion of Felix’s live.

It wasn’t rare for the others to join someone else’s live, but this time Hyunjin felt annoyed. He was pretending to have a dinner date with Felix, why would the other members join the transmission this late? Plus, this action only feeded the comeback theories more, being together, weren’t comebacks supposed to be secret until official announcements? 

“Hi, this is Bangchan! “ the leader of the group announced his presence happily, sitting next to Felix and offering a bright smile to the camera. He was a handsome guy and had his charm, yes, but it still made Hyunjin feel annoyed and why was Bangchan side-hugging Felix now, so unashamedly? Skinship was pretty common between them, the fanservice was great and all… but why with Felix? “Uhm? ‘Chan, are the comeback rumors true?’ Uhmm, that’s a secret! Haha.”

Felix giggled as he looked at Bangchan’s contagious smile, they really seemed close. It was common knowledge in the fandom that they were like that, being both Australians and having a lot in common… the bond was expected. Hyunjin was cool with Bangchan, actually, but he really had wanted to pretend this was a date with Felix, it had been a while since the cute boy went Live.

Hyunjin sighed and grabbed his slice of pizza again. He was a pretty logical guy who preferred to think before assuming , but since the idol entered his life his brain cells tended to take a vacation whenever he saw him. Felix and Bangchan were close, like really close but not that close, right?  Inside himself Hyunjin knew that this thing he had for the blonde wasn’t totally normal, but he couldn’t help himself. This connection he had with Felix (even if the idol didn’t know yet) was stronger than any logic, than any common sense. They were destined, it was only normal for Hyunjin to worry about his love; about someone else touching his angel, breathing the same air as him so closely, even if they were friends of his. Hyunjin was allowed to be slightly jealous, right?

He continued watching the live, pink lips pouting and eyes focused on his freckled angel. 

He wished he could cuddle Felix right now, he looked so cute with his hair tied up, Hyunjin wanted to kiss those soft cheeks.

He let out a huge sigh.

Just a little more…

More…

Why did he choose this song, again?

Hyunjin tried to control his facial expressions, this take had to be the one… but his legs and arms were starting to get tired, he discreetly bit the inside of his cheek. 

He had been practicing the “Domino” choreography for a couple weeks now and had been wanting to film a TikTok video of him doing it even before he had started practicing it… but it was difficult, holy fuck. 

It wasn’t a joke that k-pop was catchy and that people usually ended up learning a dance or two because how would you want to listen to a pretty damn good song and not want to dance to it? he’d never been a sports or physical activity person, really, he was more of preferring to express himself with art, like painting or writing, for example. But Stray Kids’ music had made him want to actually learn how to dance– and that was what Hwang Hyunjin had been up to since the past month. He had started with the basics and was still learning them, but sometimes he wanted to dance to one of his favorite songs but holy shit , hitting the moves on time and with the same fluidity was difficult, how did Felix make it look so easy? Okay, it was the whole group but in his defense, Hyunjin only had eyes for the blonde. How did he move like a fish in the sea with all of these difficult moves? God, Felix was truly amazing.

As the song came to the end, Hyunjin exhaled deeply and walked towards his phone to stop recording. He had done it, he finally managed to get a take where he didn’t mess up and his fluidity was actually decent. He still had to polish some moves and get the technique right, but he was happy with the result. 

He had some hair pins on, thank god, because he had started to sweat half an hour ago with all the takes he had to do and wait, what was that notification on his screen?

Hyunjin’s eyes widened in shock, he quickly removed some sweat from his forehead with a quick move of his wrist and opened the tweet coming from Stray Kids’ official account.

“No fucking way.” He muttered in excitement, eyes quickly devouring the information on his screen. His heart started beating quicker and his fingers felt a little shaky. It was a comeback announcement, no way. There weren’t too many details but holy fuck, it was official now. “Wait—?” Hyunjin got distracted as he got a Bubble notification. He was subscribed to everyone’s Bubble but he knew that notification sound by heart now and who wrote like that, Felix!

Without any further thinking, Hyunjin tapped on the new notification. The Bubble app opened immediately and Hyunjin felt his breath stop for a moment, there was a selfie from Felix and a couple of short messages.

《《《《《 My hair is shorter now…

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Do you like it? ☺️ 》》》》》

Hyunjin loved it. Long or short, blond, black or brunette... he loved it in any way, any color, he loved Felix.

Hyunjin saved the selfie immediately and stared at it for what felt like a couple of seconds, but in reality it was a few minutes. He just couldn’t believe that someone so angelical like this existed; Felix’s hair was still blond, but it was super fluffy and indeed, shorter. His freckles weren’t that notorious in the picture, so Hyunjin figured out that Felix was wearing makeup. He didn’t like when the makeup artists tried to hide Felix’s precious freckles. Eyeliner looked so good on him, though…

And his clothes were pretty cool. Felix was always cool and cute; he looked absolutely adorable whenever he used those oversized knitted sweaters, though in this photo he was dressed in dark, shiny clothing. He kind of looked like he had been on a photoshoot, or maybe filming a music video (the older male hoped so). Was he? It was extremely convenient that they had just announced a comeback and Felix had uploaded a selfie of him all dolled up.

Hyunjin let himself lay down on the grass, not bothering to turn off the music coming through the connected Alexa device. He had been practicing in his backyard, near the large pool and below the ceiling that protected a medium-sized zone from the sun so he didn't have to worry about hurting his eyes with how bright the sun was shining. He still had to check the TikTok he just filmed and upload it, but this was more important. Was that selfie taken just right now? Hyunjin kept examining it, wanting to memorize every pixel on the screen, longing to run his long fingers through Felix’s fluffy hair.

Without realizing, he started daydreaming as he continued staring at the selfie.

Felix looked stunning, as always.

They were cuddling in one of the comfiest sofàs in Hyunjin’s house, Felix sitting on his lap, being face-to-face with one another. Felix would be hugging him, arms circling the older male’s neck.

Hyunjin could picture perfectly how the man’s cute cheeks would blush as Hyunjin caressed them softly; long fingers traveling from the Australian's forehead to his clavicles, the pads of Hyunjin’s fingers lovingly tracing with extreme carefulness Felix’s skin.

Those beautiful freckles would look so lovely, standing out as they rested on pink skin. 

Felix would smile so sweetly, dark eyes gazing timidly at Hyunjin’s own attentive and feline-like eyes. His pink lips would glisten with saliva; he’d been licking them, it was a habit when he was nervous. His perfect button nose would scrunch lightly as Hyunjin pinched Felix's bottom lip.

“Hyunjin…” The younger male would close his eyes in delight in response to all that attention, smiling cutely, feeling a bit shy. Nobody would l̴͔̬̗̯̰̊̅͠ơ̸̤̐̈v̷̢̰̹̦̣͋͗e̷̙̹̯͕̽̀͜  h̸̫̪̜̃̂̿į̴̘̱̫̿m̵̢͈͖͐ as much as Hwang Hyunjin did. “You’re staring…” Felix giggled. Then, his voice dropped a couple tones. “Am I that handsome, Hyunjin? Mm?” with his small hands, he conducted Hyunjin’s filthy, possessive, undeserving, selfish hands towards his hair. Immediately, he motioned with a small movement of his head that it was alright for Hyunjin to pet his hair, he was looking at the older male attentively. Felix was the embodiment of cuteness. “You wanted to touch it, didn’t you?”

He froze for a couple minutes at this sight until Felix started looking away, shyly. How could the Australian do this to him? looking awfully beautiful, then expect him to react and answer him right away?  he was only human.

Hyunjin’s heart skipped a few beats, his breathing quickened as he registered what his boyfriend had said — Lee Felix was looking at him?!?! and asking him to, to pet his hair?!?! 

Expectant eyes came back and stared deeply into his own feline eyes, that beautiful smile still intact, blush prominent on his cheeks. 

He couldn’t answer, his throat was closed and refused to listen to him. Was he allowed to… to touch this angel?

Oh, Hyunjin wanted to pinch those cheeks, that cute nose. He wanted to smile back, to caress Felix’s soft skin. To tell him he loved him. He wanted to touch his hair, he wanted to kiss those lips, he wanted to lick those perfect teeth, bite his nose, kiss every centimeter of his skin, get lost inhaling Felix’s shampoo, lick every strand of his hair, he wanted to wrap himself in Felix’s perfect existence, he w̵̖̙̿͑̓a̴̢̪̽̀n̵̜̭̒t̴̗̉e̷̪̥͎̞͋̉̽͠d̶͇͎̤͛̐̄͠

Hyunjin’s thoughts were interrupted by another Bubble message, but this time it wasn’t from the younger male. With a whine, he closed his eyes forcibly, frowning and he growled. For once he wanted Felix to be more like Bangchan, to fill his phone with tons of notifications, to roleplay with him (well, them. The Stays. Hyunjin wasn’t delusional to actually think that Felix sent those Bubble messages specifically to him… though he wished they were.)

Hyunjin licked his lips and opened his eyes, calmly looking at the sky. Well, nothing to do about it, and now that he had finished the “Domino” choreography he could focus on his assignment that was due for tomorrow… after he uploaded the video of the dance, and maybe another one of him venting about how lovely Felix looked in today’s selfie and the comeback announcement. He didn’t care anymore that people saw his face online when he was going into a rant about how much he loved the idol; a lot of people actually agreed with what he said anyway, and commented that Hyunjin was actually kinda cute. It was a miracle that his friends still hadn’t found out about his TikTok account with how active he was there.

Still, it didn’t matter. Hyunjin wasn’t ashamed of loving Lee Felix with all his heart.

[toomuchracket]

mads did flatmate! girlie help matty dye his hair in 2018 🥺

after much persuasion (you were Nervous), yeah! with the proviso that it wasn't gonna be bleached/dyed on your wedding day the following year, that is - matty was like "really? you wouldn't marry me if my hair was pink? oof", and you were like "no i'd marry you in any circumstance. your hair was shit when we first met and i overlooked that and developed a crippling crush on you, didn't i? i just have a proper thing for brunettes lol", and he hums happily like "yeah my hair really was shit back then. alright. deal. i owe it to you to make up for the awful follicular first impression lmao". but dyeing it is fun! and he looks really hot, especially when he's blonde and the roots start growing in; you're like "matty you're so post-punk sexy i'm so into it. christ. wouldn't mind if you looked like this on our wedding day, actually", and he laughs like "i'll convert you to allowing pink yet, my love. do you really like my hair? how much?", and you're like "take me to bed and i'll show you". the two of you literally never stop flirting. it's so cute lol <3

[afamineinyourheart]

aaaa I'm so glad! DM have such beautiful sultry songs; I love how Martin when asked about lyrics is like 'it's about sex.' but the interviewer is trying to find some other meaning (half of the genius lyrics annotations online is2g) so I just love those unabashedly slutty guys. Gahan's voice influenced my own singing so much growing up hearing my mom's cassette tapes in the car when I finally had my partner listen to them with me she was like 'huh. baby you sing like that' and I was like. fair. Since I have a smoother baritone and love riding that lower register. I will say you also have Martin Gore-core aesthetics in some of your photos, there's one of you with the bleach blond hair all sticking up that made me think that, I should have put two and two together then! It's a really nice picture too 👀👀👀.

Did you get to see them on this leg of the tour? I missed out because ticket scalpers are absolutely evil in my area. I enjoyed how the new album gave some Violator vibes, too, in terms of some sounds. I'm on a big sounds of the universe and playing the angel kick right now for my shuffles. Do you have a favorite album or songs??? (This is not very coherent I apologize, I am languishing in bed)

ok im so so so glad that you are not just a DM fan but a DM nerd like i am

hearing someone say i have "martin gore-core" vibes in my photos is like PROBLY one of the biggest compliments ever.

I also love all of their lyrics; tbh every lyric from their first album to songs of faith and devotion i headcanon as either all about BDSM or homoeroticism and or BOTH!!! songs actually about drugs? naw its about gay and or kinky sex.

I love singing to DM cos (at least when dave isn't going FULL FORCE) its easy to sing to cos he's got such a low voice.

YKW I really tried to listen to the new album a few times and it wasn't my thing- but that's because I feel like it is very mature for them and the music production in the modern era is just a different monster than it was back then when it was more experimental. But I liked it non-the less. It just isn't something I go back to often.

I got to see them for the first time back in April or May in Montreal and it was magical. I wish they would have played more off of music for the masses (my fave of theirs) but regardless it was fantastic and dave's sexy lil moves were soooo funny and cute. I love that they still got big spirit and energy.

[kittensgotteeth]

By the mid-to-late 90s, the Riot Grrrl revolution had all but fizzled, while the troubles of girlhood, identified by researchers, persisted, if not intensified. Young women still struggled with body image, depression, and the specter of the perfect girl. Many still wanted to fulminate against the societal construction of girlhood, but they saw how women perceived as angry, manly, and difficult were summarily bitchified, so they opted to rebel by embracing girlhood but rejecting feminism. Exercising the right to be girly seemed like a logical path of self-actualization. Choice, after all, was a feminist plank. Moreover, plenty of girls weren’t ready to be the “women” their mothers’ generation told them they had to be once they turned eighteen. This was the backdrop against which Girl Power, a 90s mantra and marketing tool, rose to prominence. Riot Grrrl was never afraid to show its claws, but Girl Power, its successor movement, lacked teeth; it embraced the “girl” part but did away with everything else. In other words, by the late 90s, the Riot Grrrl rebellion had been diluted and commercialized. Ultimately, it ceased to be a rebellion at all, and instead became a full-on shopping spree. Where Riot Grrrl had used anger and disobedience to fight for social justice, Girl Power revered signifiers of girliness, especially those that could be purchased. Girl Power was such an effective marketing tool that girls growing up in the 90s, myself included, had no inkling of its origin as a protest movement. We thought the Spice Girls had invented it. To us, at the time, Girl Power appeared as an opportunity to delay womanhood and gain imagined parity with boys. It was “becoming a woman on a girl’s own terms,” according to the Los Angeles Times. Geri Halliwell, a.k.a. Ginger Spice, crystallized this strategy when she told a reporter that feminism needed weakening to become more palatable. “It’s about labeling. For me feminism is bra-burning lesbianism. It’s very unglamorous. I’d like to see it rebranded. We need to see a celebration of our femininity and softness,” she said. Fashion trends like lace, bows, knee socks, pigtails, baby tees, baby-doll dresses, and Hello Kitty accessories emerged to celebrate the sexy little girl. Celebrities like Baby Spice, Gwen Stefani, and Drew Barrymore expertly surfed the Girl Power crest in these fashions and bleached-blonde hair, while reports cheered their helplessness and sweet personas. By presenting not as women but as girls, their success and social capital soared, as George Washington University English professor Gayle Wald wrote in her 1998 paper “Just a Girl? Rock Music, Feminism, and the Cultural Construction of Female Youth.” The “girlishly feminine persona” worn by Stefani and others “potentially furthers the notion that within patriarchal society women acquire attention, approval and authority to the degree that they are willing to act like children,” Wald observed. Instead of forcing change, Girl Power infantilized and sexually objectified its crusaders. But, as Wald foretold, the rewards for choosing the Girl Power path were great. And so, like a brigade of female Benjamin Buttons, grown women pursued the reversal of womanhood to girlhood through behavior and consumer choices.

90s Bitch: Media, Culture, and the Failed Promise of Gender Equality by Allison Yarrow

[skynetgilesbie]

Chapter 41

Note From ChatGPT user: I had to ask several times for it to fix the text to not be textspeak and to use good grammar. But it had no problems with the mention of Hedwig's "glock"

AN: To everyone who kept flaming this, get a life! I bet you probably don't know who Gerard Way is. You're probably all preps and posers! Anyway, someone hacked into my account in November, and they put up my last chapter, but now there's a new one. I'm sorry for not updating for a while, but I've been really busy. I'm trying to finish the story before the new movie comes out. I'm going on vacation for a month, and I won't be back until about two weeks. Oh my goodness, Draco is so hot in all the pictures for the new movie! I wanted them to put a cameo by Gerard Way, that would be cool. He should play Draco. If you criticize, I'll be upset! Raven, you rock, girl, have fun in England.

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When I woke up, I found myself in a strange room. I looked around and realized I was still wearing the same outfit I had when I performed with XBlackXTearX! I was confused by my surroundings. It was the Norse's office, but it looked different! There was a picture of Marilyn Manson on the wall (just imagine that he is an '80s gothic band, okay? Because he is older than Panic?! at the Disco or MCR). There was also a gothic black Beatles calendar featuring the band members wearing eyeliner and black clothes. It said '1980' on it.

"Oh my goodness! I'm back in time again!" I screamed loudly. Suddenly, Satan (this is actually Voldemort, for photo references!) appeared. Voldemort was dressed in a black leather jacket, black tight jeans, and fishnet pants. He looked so attractive, I almost swooned!

"Oh my goodness, Enoby, are you okay?" he asked in a gothic manner.

"Yes, I'm fine, just so you know," I snapped, trying to be sexy. "OMG, am I dead?" I remembered jumping in front of the bullet from James' gun. I also remembered seeing Draco doing it with Snape!

I realized that when I had slit my wrists, instead of dying, I had gone back in time. It seemed that being a vampire prevented me from dying by a bullet. I thought maybe I could go forward in time if I found a time-turner or a time machine.

"No, you're not dead," Satan reassured me with a touch of suicidal behavior as he smoked a cigarette, exuding sexiness. Smoke wafted all over his face. "You're a vampire, so bullets can't kill you. Come on, let's go see how Harry's dad is doing."

I knew the real reason I survived the bullet was because I was from the future. "What the heck! James almost shot Lucius!" I exclaimed indignantly. I knew that James had been possessed, but I didn't want him to know that I knew.

"Yes, I know, but he had a headache. He was under a lot of stress," Satan reasoned evilly.

"I guess that's okay," I said, realizing James hadn't really shot Lucius. Moreover, I knew Lucius would now have two arms instead of one. I walked seductively outside with Satan. Suddenly, I spotted an incredibly attractive gothic bisexual guy! He had bleached blond hair with black streaks that reached his ears. He was wearing gothic black eyeliner, a black Green Day shirt (featuring Billy Joel with blond hair since it was the '80s), black Converse shoes, and black baggy pants. He walked in a seductive manner, reminiscent of Gerard Way in the "I Don't Love You Like I Did Yesterday" music video. There was a black tear on his face, similar to the woman in that video. "Hey," he said quietly, emanating a gothic aura.

"Who is that?" I asked angrily because I didn't know him.

"This is... Hedwig!" said Voldemort. "He used to be in XBlackXTearX too, but he had to drop out because he broke his arm."

"Hey, Hedwig," I said, trying to sound seductive even though I wasn't really trying to be.

"Lol, hi, Enoby," he replied, but then he ran away because he had hair of a magical creature. He was humming "Welcome to the Black Parade" under his breath (I know that's not '80s, but let's pretend it is, okay!)

"Bye," I said, still trying to be sexy.

"That was Hedwig. He used to be my boyfriend, but we broke up," Satan said sadly, looking at his black nails.

"Oh my freaking god! I can get you back together!" I said, realizing something unexpected was in my pocket—a black iPod for recording videos, called "Kute is What we Aim 4" (does anyone else know about them? They're great!)

"Okay, you can forget about your class for now, Hedwig. I'm going to show you something great!" I led them to the Great Hall. "Come on, you guys."

Lucian, James, Sirius, and Snape were all in the Great Hall. Lucian wouldn't talk to James because James had tried to shoot him.

"Go fuck yourself, you freaking douche!" Lucian shouted at him. "Draco is never going to be friends with a vampire now!"

"Yeah, go fuck yourself, Samaro!" Snape agreed, but I knew he was lying because it had been his fault James had almost shot Lucian.

"Be quiet, you guys," I said seductively. My plan was working out great. Now I could make Voldemort good without having to do anything with him! Now Vampire's dad would never die, and "Okay, Satan and Hedwig, you guys can start making out," I said, taking out the iPod to film them.

"Cool," said Sirius as Voldemort and Hedwig started to make out passionately. We watched as they began to undress each other in a sexy manner. Samaro, Sirius, Snape, and Lucian all watched because they were probably bisexual. I knew Snape was bisexual.

"Oh my freaking god! Voldemort! Voldemort!" screamed Hedwig as their lips touched.

But suddenly, everything stopped as the door opened, and in came... Dumbledore and Mr. Norris!