#YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW MANY TIMES I FORGOT TO POST THIS I SWEAR TO GOD

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they are like siblings to me ... like yeah that's a dead guy and the parasite that's using his body but like. they are. idk what to tell you.

[1pepsiboy]

Car video with Matt Sturniolo - Fluff! (request)

Matt Sturniolo x reader!

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: swearing, a little kissing

A/N: This one got away from me and I had to reign it back in because it's not supposed to be smutty lmaooo But here it is!

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It’s close to midnight as Matt parks the van in a random spot at the favorite lot. The two of you got fries, chicken nuggets with sweet n’ sour sauce (mostly for him), and a large milkshake to share. You plan to do a car video to post on his individual channel.

You have no idea what you were going to talk about. Matt had fans submit their own questions for you two to answer.

After setting up the camera, which included Matt going out to check it, you start recording and picking at the food.

Matt starts the video off. "Hey everyone, (y/n) and I are here. Uhm... basically we're going to do our own car video without Nick and Chris. We don't really have a topic, but you guys submitted questions on instagram. Babe, have anything to start us off?"

Now, he looks at you as you’re mid fry. You chew quickly as possible, wiping your hands on a napkin, as he giggles under his breath.

"Thanks for the warning," you remark with a laugh. "Uhm, not really... I'm just here for the vibes."

"For the vibes?" Matt crooks a brow and looks you up and down. Then he takes a nugget and dips in the sauce.

You roll your eyes. "Don't yuck my yum."

Matt stuffs the nugget in his mouth. "Okay, Chris."

All you do is flip him off and take a sip of the milkshake.

"Just ask the questions."

"Okay, okay." He laughs as he readjusts in his seat after grabbing his phone. It's quiet for a couple minutes while he gathers them. "Oh, let's start with this one. What's our favorite thing about each other?"

"Well-"

"Oh, quick disclaimer, sorry babe." Matt shoots you a nervous smile. "I will edit screenshots of the questions onto the screen so you can see who they're from. And uh.. if you'd like to get featured in videos, follow us on instagram to see the next time I ask for questions. I'll put the @s on the screen and in the description below."

You slowly chew on your straw after taking another sip, patiently waiting for him to be done. It's already been fifteen minutes and you are almost positive Matt forgot the extra battery pack. Granted, you could've asked Nick where it was and brought it; too late.

"Okay, what were you going to say?" Matt prompts.

You think about making another snarky remark in how it'd been so long since he asked the question that you don't remember it.

Tapping the straw on your pursed lips, you pretend to think. "Well... I have many favorite things so it's an unfair question."

Matt lightly rolls his eyes. "Look, I know you love everything about me, but what's your favorite?"

"Oh, everything?" You laugh. "You think so highly of yourself, don't you, Matty B? Let's go the different route then." You look directly into the camera. "Guys, this kid will not accept anything sort of unorganized or clean. Not for more than five minutes if he can help it."

Matt's jaw drops and he snatches the cup out of your hand. "Your least favorite thing is how organized I am?"

"Yeah, live a little! You won't die if there's like a wrapper or two on your desk, or if the toothbrush isn't in the holder."

"You are an absolute monster, (y/n)!" Matt cracks. He points between you and the camera. "Don't believe a single word she says. She leaves more than a wrapper or two, and her skincare is all over my bathroom counter after she does her morning routine."

You shrug. "I don't see a problem with that, and I don't think the fans will either."

"Guys, leave a comment if you're more like me or (y/n)." He barely scoffs under his breath, eating another fry. "You're lucky you have other amazing qualities that I overlook the messiness."

Now, you couldn't help blushing. “Such as?”

Matt shakes his head, a smile spreading on his lips. “You’re understanding about a lot going on, you know, like the channels, life, and stuff. So it’s easy to talk to you about it, like if I’m ever anxious or something.”

“Top fucking notch quality right there,” you say. “Anything else? I love the praise.”

“I thought this was reserved for in private, babe.”

Your eyes go wide and you almost spit out the fry you just put in your mouth. “Matthew! Stop!”

Matt giggles under his breath. “Sorry. Uhm… You can rock a men’s polo and make the best playlists for me… Obviously you have such a vibrant personality.” 

“That I do.” You nod in agreement. You reach out to brush back some of his hair, causing some pinkness to rouge on his cheeks. “I love how cautious you are about decisions, keeps me from letting impulsive thoughts win.”

“Which is a lot,” he shoots a look at the camera.

You can only roll your eyes in response. “Anyway… You’re the most caring person I know that will drop anything to help someone you love. The only time you won’t ask a lot of questions… Oh! You’re actually the best big spoon ever.”

He bites his bottom lip, failing to hold back a cheesy grin. “Really, babe?”

“Absolutely.” 

You close the space between you, and Matt instinctively rests his hand in the crook of your neck. You crawl over the center console onto his lap when you realize it wouldn’t be just a few kisses.

Time gets away and you sort of forget that you are filming. Your hands roam each other’s bodies over and under clothes. Both of you leave butterfly kisses on the other’s neck.

The lights in the van suddenly dim away.

“Shit. Fuck,” Matt says, his lips pink from yours and hair tousled more than usual. “I think the camera died.”

“And we technically only answered one question.” You bite your lip with a laugh. 

He laughs with you, running a hand through his hair. He lays back and looks you in the eyes. “I should’ve known not to start with that question.”

“Should we try doing this again on a different night?”

Matt sighs heavily. “Probably… It would suck to scrap all the footage though.”

A smirk rises on your lips as you move back to the passenger seat. “You want to include clips of us making out?”

“Obviously no.” He rolls his eyes. 

“Let’s just keep going then. Use my phone to record.”

Matt kisses the crook of your neck. “You’re the best, babe.”

You shoot him a look. “Be careful, Matthew.”

“Sorry, sorry.” He throws his hands up in defense. (He really wasn’t that sorry.)

*You can request others from this list or send me new ones!*

[mimasroom2]

Hot tub time ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

Ellie x reader modern au/slice of life

I have a hot tub but we need to get it fixed. I’m literally so eager so I wrote this LMAO. I LOVE SLICE OF LIFE ELLIE X READER SM!! Expect a bunch more, I have so many ideas written down😚 Im so sappy grrrr,,, I already wrote kinky ass sex so here’s soft sex for u guys😋

C/w: smut lol. Ellie + reader have their own house YAHOO! A bit of fluff in this one >•<. Au but Joel is still dead 😞. He’s mentioned like once. Cunnilingus😝 (r! Receiving) I feel so awkward using y/n like seriously and unironically ahhhh.

W/c: 2.4k

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“I’m actually so fucking bored I’m gonna gouge my eyes out.”

You scoff and roll your eyes. Ellie is always so damn dramatic. You glance over and she’s pretending to pull her hair out, large fistfuls in each hand.

You playfully shove her, “Okay, shut up Ellie.” And you both laugh. It was winter, and she was right… sadly. There was nothing to do during this time of year. Well, besides stay in and cuddle. The only problem was.. you’ve already done that. You two were both off work for the holidays, and you’ve already spent the wholeeeee vacation laying in bed together, so you guessed that Ellie wanted to do something a little more active.

“Wanna play Mario kart? I think the switch is in the bedroom.” You try suggesting, absentmindedly rubbing her leg.

“Nah,” she stretches her arms out on the couch, “Somethin’ more like physical yknow. Gotta keep these pretty muscles toned.” She winks at you, and you roll your eyes.

“You’re actually such a gym rat, you should just live there at this point.” You smirk to yourself, examining your nails.

“Maybe if I did I wouldn’t constantly trip on all the shit you leave around here.” Ellie remarks back, lightly kicking you on the knee.

“Hey, I keep it pretty clean considering we both share a room, thank you very much.” You cross your arms and huff.

Ellie gasps and starts kicking you more, so you yelp and start shoving her away. Suddenly she stops, holding out both her hands. “Holy fuck, babe. Yknow what I forgot about?”

“Huh.”

“Hot tub.”

You sit up at lighting speed, “OH DAMN YOURE RIGHT!” You actually can’t believe you forgot about that thing. You try to remember the last time you even used it.. must have been last summer. The hot tub was one of things that you’re OBSESSED with at first, but then you use it one too many times and you forget about it for a couple months. And then the cycle continues.

Ellie leaps off the couch and bolts down the hall. “GET YOUR SWIMSUIT ON WE ARE GOING IN!!”

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You come outside and see Ellie lifting up the top of the hot tub. The whole things underneath a roof outside, so there’s not much snow in the porch where you two are standing, but it’s still really cold. You look up at the sky. The sun is starting to set, it’s been a little over an hour since you two had dinner. Delicious deer soup that Ellie made from when she went hunting a couple days ago. You always said that if Ellie was stuck in a post apocalyptic world, she would survive.

You suddenly remember the cold air hitting you, breaking you out of your thoughts of your girlfriend. You shiver, and pull the robe you’re wearing tighter around your body. You glance over at Ellie still messing with the top of the hot tub. All Ellie’s wearing is her classic swimsuit: plain black top and swim shorts. Her tattoo flexes as she finally pops the top off and turns the hot tub on.

You jump up and down in your slippers, trying to move to stay warm. “Ellieeee how much longer?”

She reaches down into the water and starts poking around at the buttons and jets. “Hold your horses, y/n, I gotta check all the filters n shit. Haven’t used this in a hot minute.”

“Mmmm I know but it’s cold.” You groan in protest. You know damn well you’re being a brat, but you swear you’re not built for any weather too hot or too cold.

“Well you wanna shut up and help me? Make it go by faster..” She looks up at you and you shake your head vigorously. “Yeah thas’ what I thought.” She smirks at you.

After what felt like foreverrrrr in the cold, Ellie turns the jets on and says you can hop in. There’s steam coming off the water as it hits the cold air. You can barley wait, you’re hyping the hot tub up in your mind. It’s something that feels like a luxury to you. The only thing that can make you stop thinking about your precious hot tub is your precious Ellie. You look up at her and get butterflies, even though you two have been dating for about 2 years now. She looks soooo beautiful, just standing there, folding up the tarp from the tub. You shake your head, thinking it’s so damn stupid to be drooling over your girlfriend who’s literally just standing there, doing the most mundane possible thing.

Some snow falls on top of your head so you brush it off. It’s getting too cold for you. You lick your lips, turning around to shed your rob, you’re still slightly shy undressing in front of Ellie, even though you’re still in a swimsuit. You hang your cute pink robe up on the hook where the towels you brought out are.

Turning back around to head into the tub, you see Ellie with her back towards you, messing around with the water guns from last summer. You check her out unapologetically, looking at her ass before you snap into reality again and take your slippers off to step into the hot tub. The hot water feels like it burns your skin, compared to the cold winter air. You take a couple minutes slowly sliding more of your body deeper into the water.

Ellie turns around, with one water gun still in her hand. “Feel alright, babe? Not too hot?”

You sink in deeper, up to your neck, “Mm feels good.” And then rise up again slowly, “Come in, Els. I’m gettin’ bored in here.”

“Oh yeah?” She closes one eye and lifts up the gun, suddenly shooting a short stream of cold ass water at you. “Not so bored now, huh?” She laughs and walks closer to you.

Your jaw drops and you scream when the water hits you, “ELLIEEEEE WHAT THE FUCKKKK!”

“What?” She fakes a pout, lowering the water gun. “I told you I gotta keep these muscles in good shape, right?”

Before you can retort, she’s already getting in the hot tub. “God, shove over. I’m freezing.” She accidentally splashes you as she’s hastily getting in.

“Ellieeeee! Don’t splash me! >~<“ you whine, but she just laughs, and this time splashes you on purpose. You sigh dramatically at all her antics.

She doesn’t reply, and just sinks in deeper, and you take no shame in watching her stretch her body out. Ellie groans slightly at the hot water enveloping her body. You sigh and blink at her, watching her eyebrows furrow. She slowly leans her head back against the headrest of the hot tub. You swear she’s egging you on, because she moans softly, giving you the perfect view of her neck, which she knows is your favorite place to kiss her. Suddenly, Ellie opens her eyes and says something that breaks you out of the trance you’ve had all day, “You keep lookin’ at me. What’s goin’ on?”

You let yourself float away from her in the water ever so slightly, “Nothing. I’m not looking at you.”

“Yknow I can like,,, feel your eyes burning into my back whenever you stare at me.”

You cover your face with your hands and

face away from her. She laughs to herself. She finds it so cute you still get flustered around her even after all this time you’ve been together.

“That’s too bad because I’m reallyyyy not looking at you.”

Instead of a snarky remark back, Ellie’s abnormally silent. You slowly bring your hands down to face her again, and she’s just looking at you with this look in her eyes. You think it’s somewhere in between concern and contemplation. “You trust me, right?” She says softly, after a few moments. You’re surprised, this is probably the quietest Ellie’s ever been with you.

“Of course I do. What’s wrong, Ellie?” Her tone is completely different than what you’re used to. This only happens on the rare occasion you guys have a disagreement. Or when you talk about something serious.

“Jus’ don’t want you thinking I’m gonna leave you.” She says, almost ashamed. She’s fidgeting with her fingers like how she always does, and avoiding your gaze.

You laugh softly. “Were you….. going to?” You can feel your heart rate speeding up.

Ellie’s eyes widen, “No. no no no.” She sighs, slowly, taking a few moments to collect her thoughts. “I get scared thinking about the future.” She mutters.

You look up at her. You knew Ellie gets scared. Of course she does. When she told you about Joel dying on what, your second date, you knew she’s not as… sturdy.. as she pretends to be sometimes. But that was in the past, and to hear Ellie admit she is worried about her own life ahead of her.. honestly made you surprised.

“Like.. I just want you to know that I’m always gonna be here for you.” She looks so concerned, like she might cry if you guys talk about this for any longer. She’s still looking down, trying to make herself smaller.

“Oh, Ellie.” You raise your hand up and softly tilt her chin to look at you. “I know. Okay? And nothing bad is gonna happen to you. Or me. Or us.”

She looks into your eyes for a second, before she gently tucks your hair behind your ear, leans in, and kisses you.

The kiss is as soft as she’s been talking - all emotion and thought as her lips move slowly against yours. She puts her hand on the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. You sigh into the kiss. She was so tender with you right now. You were so used to fervent and desperate make out sessions with her. Not that that was bad, at all, but you didn’t realize how nice of a change this was until it was happening. You grab her waist, pulling her in closer to you. All of her is so soft and warm against you: her lips, tattooed arm, thighs.. and not just because you two were in the hot tub.

She pulls away to look at you, and you want to melt from the look on her face. She looks like she’s actually in heaven.

“I really love you.”

You smile softly at her, tracing over her tattoo lightly with your finger. “I love you too.” You pull her back into a kiss. After a couple more minutes, she’s more intent with her movements, like how she usually is. She’s not afraid to run her hands over your thighs and squeeze you nipple under your swimsuit.

You gasp at the sudden contact, and moan a little into her mouth.

She pulls away, “Cmon, baby. Need more of that.” and kisses you again, almost immediately licking your bottom lip, asking for entrance. She’s not as soft anymore, back to her usual self wanting to make you moan in pleasure as she works your body. You don’t even try fighting for dominance, just letting her tongue dance around yours as she pleases.

“Ellie…” is all you have to say, and she understands, shifting her position to let you have more of her. You want to press yourself down onto her, and please you both at the same time. You lift your legs up, trying to hook them around her, but you start floating away in the water. You’re not even going fast, it’s so comical how slow the jets are pushing you. You snort and reach out to grab Ellie’s hand.

“Ohmygod!” Ellie starts laughing and she grabs your hand, “Can’t exactly scissor in the water, I guess.” You blush and scoff at how forward she can be.

“Cmere. Let’s get ya propped up.”

You untie the knots on you bikini bottoms to take them off, tossing them somewhere you’ll pick up later. She grabs your hand and gently guides you to sit on the edge of the hot tub, on one of the corners so you don’t lean back and fall off. She brings your arm down to her face, and kisses you on the back of the hand. You smile and giggle. You swear you feel like a little girl again. You’re a princess and Ellie is your prince. You glance up at the sky - the sun is setting. An array of orange and pinks.

Ellie’s below you, turning down the jets of the tub a little, and getting into her favorite position: right between your thighs. You really couldn’t ask for a more perfect fantasy if you tried.

“This okay?” She asks, lightly rubbing your thigh with her thumb.

“Yes,” you breathe out, “please, Ellie.”

From where she is, you’re practically a goddess towering above her. You feel powerful and confident, and fucking desperate, wanting Ellie to just devour you already.

Ellie only hums in response before kissing your clit. You gasp sharply, you swear no matter how many times she eats you out you could never get used to the heavenly feeling. Her tongue starts lapping you up, and you moan loudly. You silently thank the neighbors for never being outside late during the winter, and that the hot tub is reasonably private, so no one can see you.

Maybe it’s just the cold frigid night air in comparison to Ellie’s warm, wet mouth, but you swear this is some of the best head she’s ever given you. Ellie never stopped licking and kissing at your clit - eventually she didn’t know if you were shaking from the sex or shivering because of the cold, but either way, she could tell from the volume of your moans that you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Mmmmmm- gonna cum soon..”

Ellie just nods, her face still buried into you. You can feel her cute little nose bumping up against you, and both her hands are up on your knees, spreading your thighs open for her.

She knows you’re close when you start whimpering and gasping for air.

“Ohmygod ohmygod Ellie,, fuck- you’re gonna make me cum..”

As soon as you warn her you’re throwing your head back, and your hips snap up as your orgasm takes over you. She keeps licking you clean until your breathing slows and you let yourself sink back down into the hot water.

You can’t even think of anything to say, so you grab Ellie’s arm and wrap it around you, as a way to ask her to cuddle you.

“Always such a cuddle bug after you cum..” Ellie mutters, mostly to herself, as she rests her head on yours.

You just chuckle and look up into the sky as the sun finally sets. You sigh in and out the cold winter air. Ellie kisses the top of your head, whispering one more ‘I love you’ as she pulls you closer into her arms.

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[shakespearean-dream]

i would adore ur ted ideas he is so interesting 2 me!!!!!!

ask and you shall receive!!!!

ted. teddigan. theodoreigan my boy. i have so many mixed feelings about u💔

this drawing was a pain in the ASS to make for some reason?? my first go at him was way too close to canon for my liking so i threw myself out there n got to a place i liked thankfully, plus halfway through i forgot how to draw hands and almost cried (joking) cause i thought i had them down at this point!!!!— but trust me, even if you have 9 years of art experience (like me unfortunately. someone take me out i’ve had a good life) ur gonna forget the basics sometimes. warm yourself up and try again cause i did and i eventually remembered 😭😭😭

doing these character studies and drawings have seriously improved my way and process of drawing faces which is so nice 🥲 i think i just need to start looking at the bigger picture again so i don’t forget how to draw everything else. like hands. or full bodies. foreshadowing ;)

i wanted my ted to look just a wee bit unsettling because my general consensus of him is that he is totally fucked in the head, lmfao. born a nepotism baby who ended up scamming people more for fun than for actual cash, horribly sexist but dependent on women to validate him, paranoid as all get out, selfish and self centered as all get out, just his canon personality’s all in one and turned up a notch. 🥲

i don’t think he’s totally beyond redemption, especially because he’s been cooped up with ellen, who is a highly decorated in the engineering field black woman, benny who’s gay and gorr “FREEDOM FIGHTIN’ LIBERAL🇺🇸🦅🦅🔥🔥” ister for 109 years. in that time he’s definitely slipped up and they’ve definitely corrected him (along with nimdok too LOL). i think with some intensive therapy, a shower and a trip to the tolerance museum (south park reference) he’ll be a little better.

i’m a mild ted/AM shipper (as seen in the bottom right hand corner) but more in the “ooohehheh they’re flirting!!… oh no. oh this is not going to end well. this is definitely a toxic relationship” way and less the “awh cute maybe they can have mutual redemption arcs!!!” way because i love seeing gay men suffer romantically (don’t cancel me i am a bisexual man suffering romantically i swear😭)

i’m not too partial to any other ships honestly, ted/ellen makes me nauseous (just cause of the way ted talks about/treats her in the franchise, no hate to my tellen shippers i promise) and i can only see gorrister with his wife 🥲 with benny and nimdok i have no clue if either of them rlly have romantic interests but im not a fan of them with anybody so erm… i do love the whole groups found family vibes though :”””] they’re all cute together and the mutual suffering but all the while growth is comforting to me

i think that’s about all my thoughts!!! another thank you for the support on this blog recently i love yall sm. i’ll eventually post on my transformers blog but i am STILL SCARED because robots are hard to draw. stay tuned for it though. 💀

thank you for reading if you did!!! let me know which of the guys yall want me to do next; benny, AM and nimdok are left on the chopping block. ❤️

[dambaepuff]

TO BE HUMAN

☆Pairing: Single Parent!Seokjin x GN!Reader

☆Genre: Non!Idol AU, fluff, one-shot, tiny bit of angst if you squint, slice of life

☆Warnings: mentions of alcohol, smooching, maybe swear words(??), light age gap

☆Word count: 5k

☆Summary: You meet a handsome stranger and his two kids whilst walking your dog. His kids seem to take a liking to your dog, but he seems to have his eyes set on the other end of the leash.

☆A/N: Hi guys!! Sorry for not posting, I went on a month long bender and competently forgot to post this. I have no idea what this fic is an anymore ngl I literally don’t remember writing it and it’s been in my drafts for a while. Hope you enjoy i guess??

You laid in bed, blissfully sleeping under your warm covers. A wet snout tickled your feet, small licks placed onto the sensitive skin. You startled awake, the feeling making you jolt up. Two black eyes looked up at you from the foot of your bed, your Samoyed barks at you, her tail beginning to wag when she realizes you’re awake. “It’s too early Bomi! Not yet.” You groan and pull your duvet up over your head. She jumps up onto your bed, grabbing your covers with her strong jaws and begins to tug at them. Successfully she gets them off of you, revealing her fluffy face staring down at your form.

“Okay fine. You wanna go for a walk?” You said, pitching your voice up at the end of the sentence. Her ears shot up at the mention of going outside, the movement of her tail wagging becoming more rapid. She let out a bark of joy and jumped down from the bed. “Okay, let’s go, c’mon.” You sleepily get up from bed, tugging on a jacket over your pajamas and putting on a beanie. She happily runs around you, only stopping when you put on her collar and leash. Grabbing your apartment keys and some treats for her, you make your way outside.

Bomi pulled lightly towards the direction of her favorite park, having no objection you let her lead the way. Once you entered the gated area you took off her leash, letting her run around freely whilst you slowly walked around the designated paths. As she trotted near you, a young boy ran up to you. He politely asked if he could pet your dog to which you agree with a smile. “What’s his name?” He asked, his small chubby hands patting her head as she patiently sits. “She’s a girl, her names Bomi.” You replied simply. “What’s your name?” You asked the young boy. “My name is Minho and I’m this old, but daddy says it’s my birthday soon.” He said as he held up five of his fingers.

“That’s great Minho! My name is (Y/N). Are your parents here with you?” You said, looking around at the empty park. “My daddy is here with me and, and also my sister is here.” He respondes, still looking at Bomi. “Where’s your daddy?” You questioned feeling slightly uncomfortable about the small child being unattended. He shrugged in response, still too preoccupied with your dog to even care. “Should we go find him?” Stuffing your hands into your pockets you started walking towards the direction he came from, hoping to find his father there. “Okay!” He affirmed, instinctively reaching an arm up at you to hold your hand. You put one of your palms into his much smaller one and let him lead the way.

“He’s over there!” He exclaimed after a bit of walking, pointing at a man whose back was turned towards you. You could make out his broad shoulders and black hair from the distance, a small child resting in his arms. “Excuse me sir! I believe I found something that belongs to you.” You yelled to which he immediately turned around. His face lit up when he saw Minho. “Oh goodness, there you are! Minho, how many times have I told you not to run off like that.” He scolded the child, quickly walking up to you. Minho looked down at his feet, “I’m sorry daddy, I only went to see the puppy.” he mumbled. That’s when the man looked away from his child, his eyes landing on you and your dog.

“Don’t worry sir, he’s alright.” You said and gave a polite bow in greeting. For a moment, he stood frozen in place, his eyes fixed on your face. “Uhm, uh thank you.” He mumbled, snapping out of it. “No problem?” You responded, a bit unsure of why he was staring you down. “You seem familiar, have we met before?” He asked, squinting at you as if he was trying to decipher something. “No, not that I know of. I think I’d remember a face like yours.” You responded, giving him a cheeky smile to which he chuckled. “Well, uhh, I guess I should get going now.” You said bowing again, turning on your heel you told Minho goodbye and started making your way towards the direction you came from. “Wait!” He called out to you. “Yes?” You stopped in your tracks, looking back at the man and his kids over your shoulder. “What’s your name?” He asked, almost too quiet for you to hear. “(Y/N), (L/N) (Y/N).” You said before turning back around. “Kim Seokjin.” He weakly said back, watching your back as you moved further away from him and his kids, your dog following closely behind you the same way it had been when you approached him with Minho.

For the rest of the day Seokjin couldn’t get the pretty stranger out of his head. “(L/N) (Y/N)” he played the memory of you saying your name over and over again, your voice echoing in his mind non stop. After he had put his kids to bed, Seokjin poured himself a glass of wine and sat down on his couch. Mindlessly flipping through the pages of a random magazine which had been laying on his coffee table for the past couple of weeks. It irked him that you were still on his mind, the interaction you shared probably being so short and meaningless to you that he had no doubt you’d forgotten all about it already. He sighed, bringing up the wine glass to his nose, he sniffed the drink, enjoying the smell he swished it around in his glass, finally bringing it to his lips to have a taste.

The park. That’s it, he should take the kids there again tomorrow morning and maybe he’ll see you. A bit desperate and pathetic? Maybe. But you wouldn’t know he’s back for you, right?

“Eunji stop! Cmon baby I know you don’t like wearing socks, but your feet will be cold.” Seokjin grumbled, mostly to himself since the child couldn’t understand the majority of the words he was saying. Eunji kept on kicking her feet, giggling whenever she’d hit her father or manage to slip her leg out of his grasp. “Na na nooo!” She babbled, absolutely refusing to wear socks. “Minho, come help daddy put socks onto Eunji!” He called out for his son. Pattering of small bare feet could be heard coming from down the hallway. Minho appeared before him, still in his pajamas. “Hold her leg for me.” Seokjin instructed. Togehter they managed to finish up dressing the youngest member of their small family, now being Minho’s turn to change clothes.

Once everyone was finally ready to leave the house, Seokjin got the baby stroller and they were on their way. “Daddy where are we going?” Minho asked, happily skipping by his father’s side. “We’re going to the park again Minnie.” He responded, stopping at crosswalk red light. “The one where the puppy was?” The child asked curiously, tugging on the hem of his father’s shirt. “Yeah, that’s the one.”

“Come on girl, let’s go. Let’s go for a walk!” You said to your dog in a high pitched voice, her tail wagging at a hundred miles per hour from hearing her favorite phrase. She stretched out onto her front legs before quickly making her way over to you, eagerly waiting for you to put on her leash. Same as every day, she dragged you towards the nearby park. As you got closer to the park’s entrance you could hear a grown man’s voice and a child whining. When you rounded the corner Seokjin came into sight, little Minho sat on the side walk looking bored out of his mind while his father seemed to argue with the small child which was sitting in its stroller. Trying your hardest to hold in a laugh, you approached them. “Everything alright sir?” You asked Seokjin, raising and eyebrow. He nearly jumped out of his skin, turning around wide eyed. A small pink sock was gripped in his hand, his hair messy as if he’d been running his fingers through it. Your gaze shifted to the stroller, the little girl inside happily squealed as she tried to take off her other sock, one of her feet already bare.

“You scared me!” He exclaimed, trying to straighten out his clothes and fix his hair. “She doesn’t want to wear socks, it’s driving me crazy.” While he explained the source of his frustration, Minho had gotten up and started petting Bomi who patiently stood by your side. “Maybe just let her be barefoot and keep her lower half covered with a blanket? Always works with my nephew.” You responded, giving him a light shrug. He raised his eyebrows, his eyes lighting up as if you’d just revealed the secret of the universe. He quickly pulled out a small blanket from the storage pouch of the baby stroller, grabbing Eunji’s other sock which she had thrown to the ground by now and stuffing them where the blanket had been. He tucked her into the blanket without any issue.

“Works like a charm.” You said, staring to walk into the park. “Hey wait up, let’s walk together.” Seokjin said, undoing the brakes of the stroller and pushing it after you. “Sure, if that’s what you’d like sir.” Politely you responded, giving a small smile before unclipping Bomi’s leash. “Aish, stop calling me sir, it makes me feel old.” He grumbled, not actually seeming too upset. “You never know, maybe I’m younger than you!” You smiled again, this time genuinely. “Maybe, what year were you born?” You asked, stuffing your hands into your pockets. “You might not believe it, but 1992.” He said with a cocky grin. “Seriously? I would’ve though your birth year would only have three digits.” You said trying to suppress a laugh, causing him the deflate. “Hey! That’s so rude!” He feigned anger before releasing a chuckle against his will. “You are older than me though, I was born in 1995.”

The next day you and Bomi arrived at the front gates of the park at the same time as always. There stood Seokjin and Minho with Eunji in her stroller. “What is this? Am I going to have to put up with you every morning from now on?” You joked with a small smile. Little did you know your words would come true, it became a routine to walk together. Seokjin would always say he goes on the walks for his health, it’s not his fault you and your dog appear every time. You laughed it off with him, but you knew he always waited for you on purpose. It was nice having company, working from home and not having many friends meant you would often become lonely, enveloped in your own cocoon of isolation. Seokjin made mornings more bearable, it was easy to talk to him. It wasn’t only him you’d gotten close to, the kids seemed to love you. He’d tell you about how Eunji would ask where you were at random times of the day and how Minho would want to go to bed as early as possible every day so morning would come faster.

“Hey (Y/N), could I get your phone number maybe?” Seokjin asked one morning out of the blue. “Sure.” You immediately gave it to him, not having any reason to not trust him with it. Later that day you took a chance and asked him to come over with the kids for dinner. You gave him your address and the time they should arrive, asking if any of them have allergies or dietary preferences. You prepared a nice meal, going out to buy apple juice for the kids and wine for the two of you. Tidying up the apartment the best you could, you looked at your wrist watch, in that moment the doorbell rang. You counted to ten, not wanting to open the door too quickly so it wouldn’t look like you had been awaiting their arrival the entire day. When you opened the door your eyes landed on Seokjin who had Eunji in his arms, he was wearing a casual outfit, his hair tidier than usual. Minho was sporting a Spider-Man T-shirt, his pants a neon green and his crocks on the wrong feet. “Wow Minho, you’re looking handsome!” You exclaimed, watching them as they came in and took their shoes off. You offered them slippers, the ones you gave Minho being a tad too large. The meal went smoothly, the young boy talked about his upcoming birthday which he invited you to. Of course you agreed to come, asking him what kind of present he wanted.

The conversation drifted to work, Seokjin told you all about the firm he worked at and the exhausting hours. He talked about not being able to afford a nanny to look after the kids when he had to take extra hours. “I can babysit for you.” You suggested. “Yeah daddy, (Y/N) can take care of us!” Minho exclaimed, seemingly very eager about spending more time with you. “Hm, I don’t know. I don’t think I could ask that of you.” Seokjin said reluctantly, taking a sip of his wine. “Nonsense, I love spending time with the kids. Plus I wouldn’t really feel comfortable with you paying me for it either way so money wouldn’t be an issue.” You argued, adjusting in your seat. “That’s all the more reason why I can’t let you do it.” He said with a stern expression on his face. “Oh come on you old fart, don’t tell me you’re stopping me from hanging out with my best friends!” You joked, pulling a dramatically angry face whilst crossing your arms causing Minho to giggle. “Okay fine, but don’t expect me to be happy about it.” He responded after a moment of consideration, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Due to your flexible work hours and working from home you were pretty much always available to take care of the kids. It became a regular thing for Seokjin to shoot you a text or tell you on your walks that he needed you to babysit, sometimes he’d have to stay at work extra late and on those days you’d stay at his place till he came. You’d usual put the kids to bed and watch tv in his living room when that happened, on more rare occasions you’d take them over to your apartment and they’d sleep over, Seokjin coming to pick them up in the morning. Today was one of those days when Seokjin had to stay at work late. You were cleaning up the dinner table after feeding the kids, the two of them watching cartoons. “Okay, let’s go and get showered, it’s almost bedtime.” You said, lifting up Eunji into your arms and walking to the bathroom, Minho following closely behind. You helped the two wash up, pulling pajamas onto a sleepy Eunji. Her small fist rubbed at her eyes, barely able to keep them open. “Is someone tired, huh?” Gently you picked her up, placing a soft kiss onto the top of her head.

“(Y/N) come tuck me in!” Minho yelled from their shared room. “I will, let me put your sister to bed first, okay?” You said as you walked into the room, you peppered kisses onto Eunji’s chubby cheek causing her to giggle. Placing her down into her crib you placed her favorite stuffed animal into her arms and tucked her in. “You guys want a bedtime story?” You asked quietly while pulling up Minho’s duvet. He slid into bed, nodding his head tiredly at your question. Pulling out a book from the bookshelf in their room you pulled a child sized chair to the spot between their beds. You sat down with a small huff, before you could start reading Minho mumbled something. “What’s that honey? I didn’t hear you.” You said, looking down at his drowsy face. “I said that I get what daddy says now. You really are pretty.” The child mumbled, this time a bit louder. “What? Your daddy calls me pretty?” You asked, taken aback by his statement. “Yeah, he talks about you a lot. My daddy really likes you (Y/N).” He said, finally looking away from you and up at the ceiling. Your stomach felt like it jumped up to your throat making you release a shaky breath. You stood still for a moment, the child clearly didn’t understand the weight of his words.

Trying to push his words to the back of your mind, you opened the book and started to softly read out loud. With each paragraph the two could feel their eyelids growing heavier, sleep took over them rather quickly. About five pages in you heard a soft snore coming from your side. Realizing they both fell asleep you turned off Minho’s bedside lamp and put the book away. Making your way to the living room you grabbed the tv remote and plopped down onto the couch. You watched some crappy sitcom on low volume, Minho’s words playing over and over again in your mind like a broken record.

Just as you felt yourself drifting off to sleep the sound of the apartment door opening startled you back into full consciousness. You sat up, watching from your spot as Seokjin walked inside. He took off his shoes and threw his work bag onto the floor with more force than needed. His shoulders sagged and his head was pointed to the floor, he clearly wasn’t in a good mood. “Jin, you okay?” You asked, he grumbled something and sat down onto the couch next to you. “Rough day?” You questioned. “Rough day.” He simply responded. “Wanna talk about it?” He leaned back into the couch, silent for a moment. “No, it’s not really all that serious, I’m just tired I guess.” He sighed, throwing his head back and looking up at the ceiling. “If you say so, just know I’ll listen whenever you need an ear to talk into.” You said, turning your attention back to the television. The two of you watched it in comfortable silence for a little while, until the interaction you had with Minho earlier made its way back into your thoughts. Without thinking much, you decided to bring it up.

“You know, I had a pretty interesting conversation with Minho earlier today.” You spoke up, a smirk starting to form on your lips. “Wanna know what he told me?” Seokjin turned his head towards you, humming as an encouragement to continue talking. “He said you talk about me often and call me pretty.” The moment he registered what you said his saliva caught in his throat causing him to start coughing. You patted his back, the smirk dropping from your face. “You okay?” You asked, putting your hand back into your lap. “Yeah uhm, I just uhh well… I don’t know where he got that from.” He said avoiding eye contact, the tips of his ears turning pink. “So you don’t think I’m pretty?” Tilting your head to the side you pouted. “No! I mean yes! I think you’re pretty.” He stammered. “Really? Well, I think you’re quite handsome yourself Jinnie.” You said, a smile making its way back onto your face. “Ah, don’t say that.” He mumbled, looking down at his hands. “Why not?” You quirked an eyebrow. "You'll give me hope, having hope is the worst thing a man can do to himself.” He said through gritted teeth, shaking his head. “Hope? What are you hoping for Seokjin?” Your words made him sigh, his shoulders slumping further. “Nothing, forget it.” He grumbled. “You should go home (Y/N.”

With that said you silently got up and left. Seokjin’s cold demeanor had made a pang of hurt stab through your chest, the worst of it being the confusion he left you with. Not knowing what to make of it you tried going to sleep. Staring up at the ceiling while laying in bed, you thought about Seokjin (against your will of course). ‘He’s tired and stressed from work, sure, but that doesn’t give him the right to be a dick! I guess it wasn’t that mean, but still that shit hurt. I help take care of his kids for free, he’s basically my best friend for Christ’s sake, and still, the idiot comes home and acts like a total douche.’ You thought as you flipped over in bed. Bomi laid by your side, her black eyes barely open. “At least you can never make me mad Bomi. My sweet girl.” Your hand reached up to scratch behind her floppy white ear causing her to let out a low whine. “I know! That’s what I’ve been saying.”

Seokjin had been distant the past couple of days and quite frankly it pissed you off. He stopped texting and calling, reducing your interactions to the bare minimum. You were currently sat in his living room while he ironed out clothes. Deciding to bring it up you ask him why he’s been acting like a prick. “I’m so stressed, you have no idea.” With a sigh he turned off the iron and made his way over to the couch you were sitting on. “Wanna talk about it?” You said as you patted the space in front of you. He sad down and leaned onto the back of your legs. Slowly your hands made their way up to his shoulders starting to massage the tense muscles. “I don’t know, it’s from work I guess.” He mumbled and looked up at you from over his shoulder, your faces incredibly close. You could feel his warm breath on your skin, his face close enough to make out each of his lashes. For a moment both of you were silent, your hands stopped their movements as you looked into his eyes. His gaze conveyed a million words he didn’t have to say out loud, one’s of frustration and exhaustion. The moment was interrupted by Minho running into the room with a plate demanding more snacks. Seokjin got up and took the plate, starting to cut up more fruit for the child.

Once he was done and Minho returned to his room, you watched him lean against the counter and rub his temples. You got up from the couch and walked over to him. The dim kitchen light seemed to make the dark circles around his eyes more prominent, his skin more pale than usual and his dark eyes lacking their spark, overall making him look tired and dull. “C’mere.” You mumbled, pulling him into an embrace by the collar of his shirt. He instantly melted into the hug, his arms wrapping around your waist while he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. After a moment of silence you slowly pulled away, his eyes were trained onto the collar of your sweater, the whacky pattern seemingly more interesting than holding eye contact. Tentatively you reached up and brushed his bangs away from his face, “Look at me.” you softly said, caressing the side of his face with your palm. His gaze slowly traveled up to meet your eyes. Your thumb slowly stroked his cheek bone, your eye contact never wavering. For a split second he looked down at your lips, which of course didn’t go unnoticed. Hesitantly you leaned forward a bit, testing the waters. Just as you were about to connect your lips he stopped you with a hand on your chest. “Let me take you out on a proper date first, please? I want the first time I kiss you to be special.” He murmured to which you let a tender smile slip, nodding your head silently.

Seokjin had an exact idea of how he wanted your first date to go. He was going to drop the kids off at his mothers house and then make your dinner after which he would take you out for a walk and confess all of his feelings. However, one thing he didn’t take into account was the traffic jam he got stuck in on his was home which put him in a time crunch. He started rushing whilst cooking, only half way through with making the meal he heard the doorbell ring. Cursing under his breath he opened the door to reveal you standing in front of it. “Ah, are you early? I haven’t finished dinner yet.” He said as you came in. “Nope, I’m right on time, but I could help you finish up cooking.” You suggested. The two of you spent the rest of the evening cooking together while music played in the background. He grabbed your waist and swayed to the soft melodies as if you were in a romance movie. The dinner tasted amazing, partly because it was crafted by his hands. After chatting a bit he asked to go on a walk. His hand slipped into yours, making you smile to yourself as you walked in silence through the nearly empty streets. “Where are we going?” You asked quietly, as if you were trying not to disturb the stillness of the air. “The park.” Seokjin simply responded, looking straight ahead.

He led you to the park where you first met, you were used to walking through it while the sun was up in the sky, when life was blossoming and moving around you and the city was awake. now it was just the two of you, the only sounds being your footsteps and the occasional echoing of traffic nearby. You sat down on a bench, watching ducks float in a lake, the moons shine reflecting on the still water. Jin grabbed both of your hands and put them into his lap.

“I think it’s time I got this off my chest.” He said, avoiding eye contact. “I like you, like a lot. You know that already, but I don’t think you know how long I’ve liked you for. I remember the day we first met, you didn’t seem all too interested, but the fact that you helped Minho find me kind of stuck with me I guess? I don’t know I mean most people would help a seemingly lost child find their parent, sure, but to me when you did that, it just sort of triggered something inside of me. Are you following?” “Yeah.” You smiled softly, he finally looked up to find your eyes already on his face. “For some reason I just couldn’t get you off my mind, I thought you were so cute. I remember thinking ‘wow, just my type’ when I first took in your appearance.” That made you giggle. “The point I’m trying to make is: I’ve liked you since I first met you and every day I grow more fond of you. I can’t just keep watching you from afar anymore, it hurts to suppress my feeling when they’re so strong. I just want to be with you (Y/N) and the fact that you help me out so much, not just with Minho and Eunji makes me adore you so much more. I can’t imagine my life without you in it anymore, so uhh, will you be mine?” He asked sincerely, looking deeply into your eyes. “Yes Jin, I want nothing more than to be yours.”

Seokjin abruptly stood up and pulled you into a hug. Shocked for a moment you stayed still, your arms floating just above his back before your melted into the embrace, softly dragging your palms down his back. You only slightly pulled away, your arms still around each other. Jin brought up a hand, gently cupping your cheek and looking at you with hooded eyes and pupils blown wide. He was the first to lean in, his nose brushing against yours with the softness of a feather. You stood still for a moment with your eyes closed before he finally joined your lips together. The kiss was so soft and slow it had you melting into it. After a moment you tried pulling away, but Seokjin only tightened his grip on your waist. He deepened the kiss, bringing one of his hands up to the back of your head. He placed one last peck on your lips before finally pulling away. Realizing what he’d done, he quickly let go of you, awkwardly shoving his hands into his jackets pockets. He cleared his throat, “uhm sorry, been waiting to do that for so long I couldn’t help myself.” He mumbled. You only laughed and pecked his cheek, reassuring him it was more that fine.

Seokjin walked you back home, kissing you goodnight as the two of you stood in front of your apartment complex. He tried pulling away, but you gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him back in, this kiss being more sloppy. Jin couldn’t get enough, the feeling of your lips finally on his making his heart thump in his chest with vigor. “Okay, okay you have to go.” You mumbled against his lips. “Do I really?” He whined making you chuckle. “I don’t know, do you?” You asked, tilting your head to the side with a mischievous glint in your eyes. He looked up in thought, feigning debating it. “Hmm i don’t know, wouldn’t hurt to spend a little more time together right?” “Kim Seokjin you’re and idiot.” You said, lightly hitting his chest.

“Your idiot… right?” He rose an eyebrow. With a small giggle you nodded, placing a peck onto the tip of his nose. “My idiot.” You mumbled, nuzzling your noses together. “Well, I’m really glad I’m your idiot, but I would prefer the term boyfriend.” He said as he lightly pulled away, looking into your eyes with a teasing grin. “Boyfriend? Yeah, I’d like that.” With that said he leaned in for one last kiss.

[iwasbored777]

I know I already posted something like this but I wanted to be more clear and I gotta say it again: the writers completely effed up Peter and Gwen in ATSV and it wasn't Peter and Gwen to blame at all.

(Sorry if I made any grammar mistakes, I write English for years but some mistakes still happen)

Ok, with Gwen, I know she didn't have a choice and blah blah blah but it's heartbreaking to see how much people loved her and now I see such horrible posts about her (some are so unhinged) that it makes me wonder what the writers were thinking when they did what they did with her character. After so much time has passed since the movie was released all I hear is "Gwen is a traitor". I rarely see a person clever enough to explain the situation and many people don't care enough to explain or understand. They love what happened because they hate the idea of her ending up with Miles anyway so this is perfect for them. I swear I had no idea what they're gonna do, I thought she's going to be with Miles and on his side the whole time. And while I know that she's so much more than a love interest and she deserves to be more, in the first movie she was only the love interest and that's exactly how people see her now and will always see her like this. According to the audience she exists only to please Miles, she has no room to have a story of her own, which is why her storyline in this movie was kinda disappointing even to me who really loves her.

But Peter also... At least Gwen has a reason and he just doesn't. You can't tell me that a guy with a character development so great from the first movie, the guy who loves this kid and who started his own family because of Miles, who was depressed and desperate when he lost someone he loves, would tell the same kid he apparently loves "you know it's ok if your father dies bad things happen lol". It's crazy. And him receiving the hate that Gwen receives too, people going from loving him so much to hating him because the writers forgot how much they tried to develop him and Gwen, how amazing their team was in the first movie, and then destroying their dynamic for the sake of drama because they needed a conflict but the first movie was so perfect the only way to create it was to mess it up.

Yeah sure they'll be friends later, yeah Miles and Gwen will end up together, I don't have a problem with it because I love Peter and Gwen and I still ship Gwen and Miles and I don't want anyone who hates them with passion to show up here and tell me about how much they hate them. But they already ruined the relationships and the angst will always be remembered. Fandom is so goddamn toxic that they will keep hating on them, using any racist and misogynistic expression they can think of, and to be honest the movies aren't as enjoyable to me as they were at first because the reaction of majority of the audience made me realize how bad you gotta ruin your characters for fans to go from loving them to hating them so so much. Now every time I see news about BTSV I'm not looking forward to it that much because the story is already effed up. You can fix it but you can't erase what happened. The ending can be satisfying but the journey is not, at least to me.

And it's a shame that no one is talking about this, all haters (and there's so many of them) act like Peter and Gwen are characters capable of making decisions for themselves when they're just products of their writers. But, no. The writers are praised everywhere while Peter and Gwen apparently suck because their characters are ruined by someone who's controlling them against their will. The kinda got the similar treatment to Wanda in MCU, whom I also adore, she had character development and learned how to move on in WandaVision only to go through the exact same thing all over again in Multiverse of Madness because they didn't know what to do with her now.

I don't hate these movies, especially ITSV cuz it's a masterpiece, but I'm just so sad with how the story turned out. I will watch BTSV and I will make tons of posts about it just the same, and I won't make hate posts about this movie, that's for sure. I just wanted to say this. I look forward to hearing your opinions in the comments, as long as they're respectful to the characters. Basically I already said all I had to say here.

[yeonkiebaybee]

Place In Me | Chapter 1

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Summary: After much convincing, Aria’s friends finally convince her to go to the club they’ve been trying to drag her to for who knows how long at this point, resulting in her meeting someone who changes her life in many unexpected ways.

WC: 3,215

Tags/Warnings: Drinking/alcohol mentions, sexual stories/mentions, gun mention, it is mentioned that Aria is a Dancer If Ya Catch My Drift, swearing, mention of cheating

Authors note: hi!!! long time lurker, first fic!!! pls let me know if i missed anything in the tags!! post divider from @cafekitsune !!! hope you enjoy!! lmk if i need more warnings or anything!!!

Deep down, I knew going to the club my friend's had been begging me to go to was a terrible idea. I just never knew why.

    The cream colored camisole dress I was wearing made me feel good, yeah, but also so.. vulnerable. All my friends agreed it was my best dress and went 'beautifully' with my red hair, I just... felt funny. "It's just pre-clubbing nerves, babe," Aera shrugs. "I felt like that too my first time. But you'll love it there, I promise." She shares a glance with me through the mirror I was scrutinizing myself with and gave my shoulder a squeeze before heading over to the door to get her heels on.

    "Definitely wear sneakers or some shit, no one will care. Heels on your first night is hell." She calls from the doorway. "Got it," I chuckle, walking over to meet her in my entryway. I slip on my comfiest flats and make sure everything needed is in my little purse, giving Aera a thumbs up before she texts our other friends we were waiting on to come get us.

    "Oh, shit, Jackson and Nari already here," She laughs. She grabs a hold of my hand and we exit my apartment, me triple checking I lock the door behind me before following Aera down the stairs, anxiety seeping through to my fingertips. Aera holds the door open, letting me slide in first to the window behind Jackson. Aera gets in and sits in the middle, our thighs touching, even though we're not picking up anyone else. She squeezes my thigh before greeting everyone. I give them a small, "Hey," and Jackson starts driving. I don't pay too much attention to the conversation but I pick up on their excitement for this club, as it's apparently the best with the hottest people and the best security and the best drinks, and I can feel their enthusiasm pouring into me, perking me up.

    I join the conversation at some point, asking about some stories. Aera apparently had the 'absolute best dick of her life' and has since been trying to find him again since she forgot to ask for his name. Jackson met a really pretty guy named Jimin who he's been head over heels for since, and he's there every time Jackson decides to go, so he's convinced it's fate. Nari met a few guys, one she actually slept with which was a surprise, but she's hung up on this one girl she met last week who said she was going to be here tonight, which is like, half the reason we're all going anyway. The other reason is they're all convinced a good dick appointment will fix me, and if not that, at least a careless night of drinking and dancing could wash away a little of the despair I've been feeling after my breakup.

    "Maybe I'll find someone who won't cheat on me" I chuckle, pause, then shake my head. "Nah, that's asking too much from a guy at a club," I joke, everyone laughing with me. "Damn straight," Jackson agrees. "I may be simping for Jimin over here, but I know better than to expect anything real from him," He says lightheartedly. Behind his facade though, I can tell he's still a little hurt and I feel for him. I send him a knowing smile through the rear view and Aera and Nari take over the conversation.

    We're parking down the street in mere minutes and I feel my nerves start gearing up but I push them down this time, determined to have a good night. I follow my little group to the line and internally groan at the line ahead of us. "You guys really wait here forever for some drinks and hot people?" I ask. Jackson chuckles. "No, sweetheart, trust me. Give it a few minutes." I sigh and nod, Nari picking up conversation with me about school to pass the time while Jackson and Aera talk about their hunt for their men.

    And, as Jackson predicted, I hear an unfamiliar voice calling out for Jackson. I look over and see a handsome, slim guy with silver hair. He approaches and they give each other the up-down before sharing a short kiss. Jimin's eyes immediately land on me. "Oh, is this the sweet girl you were telling me about last time?" He looks at Jackson, he nods.

    "Figured she could come along this time. Cool with you?" My friend asks. Jimin nods and smiles at my friend, at our group, then directly at me. "Come with me," The silver haired siren beckons us and we all follow like loyal subjects. I can see why Jackson likes him. He definitely puts people in a trance, I could feel the pull. We walk up to the bouncer and without any question, we're let in. My eyes widen slightly but I'm distracted by the surprise, shock replacing it.

    The club is.. really fucking cool. Red and blue lights, some pinks ones here and there where I assume are the VIP areas, noticing the velvet ropes brightened by the pink. "Jimin's a VIP," Aera whispers to me, wiggling her eyebrows when I look up at her. "God damn, J knows how to pick 'em," I whisper back, earning a laugh. "Fuck yeah he does!" She grabs my hand and we go to grab drinks when Jimin stops us and tells us he can handle it. The girls and I raise our eyebrows at each other when his back is turned and we continue to follow him to one of the bigger VIP sections. Another security guard holds open the rope once he sees Jimin approaching and it makes me wonder what he does and just how often he's here.

    I'm startled from my thoughts by Aera's sharp gasp and a hard jab to my side. "Oh, what?!" I whisper harshly. She smirks at me. "He's here," She whispers back, nodding in the direction she's looking, gesturing for me to look without being too obvious and I do, and I can see what she meant by every description she gave us of him. His hair is slicked back and he's... in a suit? Weird, but okay. I take him in, feeling something flutter in my chest. When I look at his scar, I find him looking back at Aera— or.. me? I can't tell. It feels and looks like direct eye contact but there's no way I'm the one the really hot guy is smirking at. And I'm proven right when Aera struts up to him and his eyes leave mine to drink her in, blatantly checking her out and automatically slinking an arm around her waist. The little fire in me dies and I settle next to Nari, who's sitting next to one of the men but is searching for her girl while he's very clearly talking to her and very clearly interested in her. I chuckle to myself.

    "What was your name again, sweet girl?" Jimin calls out to me from across the lounge, grabbing everyone's attention. I feel my face turn red. "Aria!" I yell back, hoping he heard me over the music. He smiles and nods. "Nice to meet you, Aria!"

    And then a deep, unexpected voice speaks up. "Your name's really similar to Aera's." I look over and spot her playing with his hair while sitting on his lap, his arm around her waist but not paying her any mind. "Is that why you two are friends?" He asks, face neutral. I nod. "Yeah, actually. We sat next to each other on our first day of sophomore year, laughed at our names, and have been inseparable since," I chuckle, recalling the memory. He nods, keeping his gaze on me, practically neglecting my friend. I feel a burn of anger in my chest at him for treating her like that, but maybe that's just him, I conclude, since she does not seem to have a care in the world of what's going on around her.

    "Aria! What's your poison?" Jimin asks after pulling away from my friends' neck. "Just some Soju is fine," I shrug. He nods before getting up to ask a guy to get us drinks before sitting back down next to J, their attention solely on each other. The drinks arrive shortly and I call out a 'Thanks,' to Jimin that he waves off. As I sip on my drink, the other five men in the lounge catch my eye and I glance over each of them. They're all drinking and talking, definitely older than us, and they seem so.. serious. Like they're here for business. But I get no time to dwell on it when Nari and Aera pull me up and into the empty space between the lounge and the ropes for our favorite song. I'm not much of a dancer aside from my line of work but I let the alcohol I'd been sipping on win, letting myself be carefree. "If you girls want to take it to the dance floor, we'll let you back in when you're done," One of the men who's names I don't know tells us. I look to Jimin and he nods. "Go have fun!" He calls out.

    "You're the best, Jimin!" Aera smiles. "See you soon, Yoongi!"

    So that's his name, I think to myself. We get a couple waves goodbye while I get dragged onto the dance floor but we stay near the edge, no doubt that Aera wants to give Yoongi a show. I lose myself in my friends, in the music, in the alcohol, in the feeling of being finally single. I cheer with my friends when the next song happens to also be our favorite. In the middle of the song, Aera pulls me from behind to press against her front, our bodies moving to the music against each other.

    "You should show off some moves from work, you're getting a lot of stares, and those guys are hot!" Aera yells into my ear. Nari hears and nods, grinning mischievously at me. I giggle, Aera taking my hand and twirling me before wrapping her arms around my waist, making sure I'm facing the lounge while we keep dancing. "See for yourself, babygirl!"

    And there are definitely stares. A little too many of them. But the only one that catches my eye is Yoongi, and this time, I can tell it's me because when my face falls, I see the twitch of his lips curling into the most subtle smirk, the first real facial expression he's had since we came into the lounge. I almost freeze in place but Nari gets between us and grinds on me and I'm distracted again, laughing and joining in on her antics. I twirl Nari around and take her hand, pulling off a few moves from work that I showed her to try for her next shift at our club. She gets the hint and joins me and Aera cheers, making us laugh.

    We dance for a couple more songs before Aera decides she feels needy and we head back to the lounge but before we enter, Aera pulls me aside and signals for Nari to follow. "You know, Yoongi's been staring at you a lot tonight," She starts and my face falls. She laughs. "I'm not mad, babe. Honestly, I'm excited. Yeah, I've been looking for him, but you deserve a Yoongi experience. Why don't you go for it?" She smiles at me. Nari does as well. "Dude, Aria, if Aera is letting you take the best guy she's ever had, you need to fucking take that. Okay?"

    I chuckle nervously. "I don't know.. I really don't think he—"

    Aera cuts me off. "Yes, he would. You know what, I got you. Don't worry about it." She pats my head and Nari giggles excitedly. I sigh playfully and follow them back into the lounge but before I can take my previous seat, Aera takes my hand and we walk over to Yoongi. He raises an eyebrow at us.

    "Hey, Yoongi, I have to go to the bathroom, can you watch over this one? I promise she only bites when you ask," She smiles and I smack her arm playfully. "Aera!" I scold. Yoongi laughs.

    "Sure thing. Come here, sweetheart," He beckons and my heart skips. Aera giggles and waves us bye. I stay standing, looking out at Aera's back as she's leaving, not knowing what to do. Until he grabs my hand and pulls me down into his lap. I stumble a bit so I fix myself, straddling him. My eyes widen and I finally get an actual movement from his face as he smiles at me. "Hi, pretty girl. You having fun?"

    The pet name leaves me dumbfounded and I have the will myself not to let my jaw drop and I hope to whatever god is out there that he can't hear how hard my heart is beating. Unable to speak, I nod. It earns another low chuckle from him. "Good, good. Quite a show you put on over there. You dance?" I nod. "In the way I'm thinking or in a studio?"

    I swallow. "Both," I finally speak up.

    "Ahh, she speaks! There you are." He teases, leaning back, his hands moving from my own to my knees, resting them there. My heart rate spikes at the feeling, the warmth of his hands making me shiver. He notices and rubs circles with his thumbs onto my knees. "You nervous, sweetheart?" He asks. I chew nervously on my bottom lip, shaking my head 'no' despite the swell of anxious excitement coursing through me. "Good."

    We're interrupted by Aera's hands on my shoulders. "I need to take Nari home, she is gone," She laughs. "You good here?" And I look at her worried, both for Nari and myself. She smiles before turning to Yoongi. "You good to take her home, Yoongi?" He nods and smiles at her, then at me. I feel a chill run up my spine. Aera pats my shoulder, whispering in my ear, "You'll text me?" She stands back up when I nod and I get off of Yoongi, sitting next to him to watch them go, noting that Jimin and Jackson and a majority of the guys were gone, save for two others who seemed to be preoccupied with a serious topic. I feel Yoongi grab my legs and pull them onto his lap which makes me look at him again.

    "What else do you do?" He asks softly, the noise more muffled being at the very back. I shrug. "I go to school for writing, dance to pay off school. This is uh.. my first time out in a very long time." I look at his hands as I'm speaking, how they're resting on my shins, thumbs rubbing circles into my calves. He must really like doing that. Maybe it's his way of fidgeting. "Glad I let Jimin convince me to come tonight, then." He runs a hand through his hair, looking out at the club before looking back at me. "Wanna see something cool, pretty girl?"

    I feel my face grow red again and I nod, moving my legs off of him. He pats my knee before standing up holding his hand out for me and I take it, his hand keeping his grip on mine as he leads me through the back of the club. We stop at an elevator hidden behind an 'EMPLOYEE ONLY' door, and I wonder to myself how he knows about and has access to this. Once in the elevator, he presses the button to the top floor and leans against the wall, using our intertwined hands to pull me close and lays his free hand on my waist. "How come you haven't been out in so long?" He asks gently, his voice smooth. Hearing it without any extra noise does something to me.

    "I had a boyfriend." I state plainly.

    "But not anymore?"

    I shake my head, 'no'.

    "Why not?" He raises an eyebrow.

    "He.. cheated." I look away from him, unsure of why I told him and feeling a little embarrassed.

    "What a fucking loser," He scoffs. "You're a fucking knockout. He just couldn't control himself, love. I can tell just by fucking looking at you that it had nothing to do with you."

    My face grows red once more at his words and I look at him again. "I— thank you."

    He waves me off. "No need to thank me, sweetheart. It's just the truth."

    The doors open and he leads me down the empty, dim hallway to a door at the end and he opens it to reveal the roof. "Holy shit," I blurt out, the sudden gush of air waking me up a little. "How the hell do you have access to this?" I laugh, now leading the way to the edge, letting go of his hand. I lean over the concrete railing, looking down at the city below. "This is insane!!" I yell.

    I don't feel or hear him so I turn around only to find him incredibly close, approaching me. He spins me back around to face the city before wrapping his arms around my waist, his chin on my shoulder. "I have my ways," He mumbles. We stay silent for a while, enjoying the night. When the wind picks up I shiver and he straightens up.

    "I know a place where you can stay nice and warm, if you'd like," He whispers into my ear, hands rubbing my arms. He starts leaving slow, gentle kisses under my ear and I shiver again, unsure if it's because of him, the cold, or both. I feel my anxiety getting the best of me and I lean away from his touch.

    "I— I'm sorry.. I think I should go home, actually.." I sigh, looking at him to try to gauge his reaction. His face is unmoving. He nods. "That's okay, sweetheart. Want me to call you a cab?"

    My eyes widen a little. "Oh, that's incredibly sweet, but I'll be fine—"

    He shakes his head, waving me off again. "Nonsense, least I can do. Come on," He grabs my hand again, grip a little rough this time and leads me back down, not really looking at or touching me this time. My heart sinks. Was saying no a bad idea? His hand stays in mind as he leads me to the front door. "Vehicles a black Toyota highlander, drivers name is Wonsik. You'll be okay?" I nod and kiss his cheek. "Thank you, Yoongi. See you around?"

    He just smirks, holding the door open for me to leave. I wave bye and spot the car he mentioned immediately. I walk up to the passenger door and knock gently. The driver rolls it down. "Aria?" He asks. I nod. "Wonsik?" He nods. I smile and get in the back, telling him my address which is about twenty minutes from here.

    But when the turn for my street comes up, we keep going forward and I instantly feel sick. And then I hear the locks. And then I feel the gun pressed to the side of my head.

[freedom-barricades-bighero16]

Chronicle of Abuse v2

Hey guys... I need help.

I've been thinking about what kind of a person my sister really is, whether all this is just sibling rivalry or she's actually been abusing me for years. I've talked to many counsellors, support staff and my therapists but they don't seem to have an answer. Maybe you'll know the better terminology to describe her behaviour and I'll let you be the judge.

When we were toddlers

Has hit me before.

Has sent me a threatening note. She even explained what it meant to me: She is allowed to hit me (repeated three times) and she is allowed to scream at me.

She abandons me whenever her friends / my older cousin comes along.

Always made me play the bad guy in our games, or in my drawings.

When we were children

Again with the threats. She threatened to tattle to our mum by using a "special device" to send her notes, and I was petrified because she would scream at me instead of disciplining me properly.

Slammed me against a wall once during a fight. I cried and my parents asked her what did she do, and she said that she did nothing.

When she first went to middle school, her own bullies got worse so she kind of took it out on me (can't really blame her for that)

Started creating some really weird stories. When I expressed that I'm uncomfortable with them, she gets angry and I have to pretend that I liked them.

Jumped out into the road many times just to avoid a dog, and throws a tantrum every time she sees one (which is a lot). You have no idea how much her dog phobia traumatized me

Sometimes says I'm not allowed to do certain things while doing the same things herself.

Told me many times that our parents are spoiling me and that I'm an entitled little brat, and she would get very upset if Mum and Dad finally agreed to get me something but she didn't have the same exact thing. In fact, now when I get something for myself, I'm kind of still dreading her throwing a fit.

After Mum almost divorced Dad over not having a cake for her birthday, my sister threatened that she would throw a tantrum like Mum did if she doesn't have a cake for her birthday. (She told me this when we're alone, I think. I forgot if Dad was present too)

My Dad has told her to not scream at me many times, but she never listened to him.

When we were teens

If I told my parents that I'm disagreeing with what my sister said (I often had to whisper), she would get really close to my face and GROWL.

We went to the same primary school and were both bullied by our classmates. When I cry, my sister tends to just tell me to shut up.

She got into Harry Potter and Game of Thrones for a bit, continuing on the weird stories. She would also read out the books in an accent that sounds more like English (which personally, I found very pretentious). I couldn't leave or she'll yell at me.

She tried to pressure me into dating boys when I came out as bi, and was very dismissive and asked me if I'm making everything related to LGBTQ+ when I came out to her as gay, and tried to adopt a more butch look.

Technically this doesn't count as affecting me, but there was a time where my sister wanted a manga but my Dad said no, so she threw another tantrum until he finally bought it for her.

She literally said "You're not allowed to treat me like this" when I'm unhappy with her. It happened a few times I think.

Demanding me to take a post down on my social media if it had swear words.

She would scream at Smokey like she did with me whenever he bit her (basically, being a typical baby kitten). I told her to not do that, her response was "What else can I do apart from screaming?"

When we are adults / Present day/ Ongoing

The transphobia. She once told me that she has heard of trans people saying that what Rowling said isn't transphobic, but now I'm pretty sure she was lying to me.

Constant, overt anti-Chinese racism. This happened after I told her her rants about dogs in the family chat are making me very uncomfortable.

Just being dismissive to literally anything that has to do with me, even when I'm trying to warn her about a cryptocurrency scam that I almost fell victim to.

So, there you have it. That's as much as I can think of right now.

I've heard from some friends that my sister might be a narcissist, while my parents often told me she has a lack of awareness of things/inertia and that she's very blunt in general. It almost felt like they're letting her get away with the stuff she did.

I've been trying to find support for dealing with a possibly abusive sibling, but I don't seem to find anything. I need your help. Please. I don't know what to do.

[elendsessor]

hi welcome back to me talking about megaten demon designs and if you follow me or have went through the megaten tags you probably noticed i’ve been on a dsrk kick, specifically with the lone marebito since i unintentionally gave it a reread. i’m sorry if you’ve seen nothing but that shit from me i swear i’m almost done rambling about it.

first time i read it was before i finished dsrk2 so i held off on talking about different designs of reappearing demons since i thought maybe they’d appear in 2 but. nah they didn’t.

a lot of these designs are really cool, redesigns or otherwise.

BRW THIS POST IS LONG I’M SORRY-

i’m gonna toss out a spoiler warning since it’s not likely many people in the megaten community has given the lone marebito a read. there’s an english fan translation here if you’re interested!

quick shoutout to @/eirikrjs since they and @/yamayuandadu made a couple of posts a few years back about the origins of jatou ouhanshin aka this badass motherfucker.

i love giant reptiles in any media and goddamn i love this and yes i want ouhanshin to be included in a future megaten game :D

of course there’s likely some demons i missed/forgot to include so don’t expect every instance.

first up are some redesigns since they mostly appear at the beginning.

now with gremlins! they’re definitely a lot different than any of the previous variations, being a lot more goblin-like + a fat fuck one for good measure. it does more closely represent the pre-soul hackers gremlin design (which is a lot better in my opinion). as silly goofy as they are they do much better fit the general idea of what a gremlin is. this was likely a choice based on the overall tone of the manga, which gets really fucking depressing and a bit more body horror-y/gory than most megaten material, but the smaller gremlins should’ve been the silly goofy with the big boi being the gross monstrosity. idk gremlins are popular enough that having such a vast deviation used in this way doesn’t work.

i think the manticore is actually a complete upgrade from the og designs and is a prime example of the more horror part of tlm improving the original.

idk man i really do not like the og manticore designs. given how the beast itself’s name means man-eater and the fact that it has the body of a lion, the thinner body doesn’t really give that same fear (and the sickly green kinda worsens it). nor does the head??? yeah it’s supposed to be ugly but it looks like a last minute decision and not part of the beast itself. the second one is a bit better but neither of them look that good or scary. (i think they’re more heavily based around a certain latin bestiary depiction but that one sucks too sorry 13th century latin guy.)

even if the manga manticore’s body wasn’t buffer the face is fucking amazing. first it has an actual mane like a couple other depictions do, but turning the normally “ugly” face into a skull is sick as hell. oh and the teeth help it a lot. fantastic demon design all around.

this one is less of a total redesign since it’s character specific. there have been minor alterations made to demons throughout the devil summoner franchise especially with dsrk in order to fit that imperial japan vibe, such as high pixie basically being a pixie wearing a kimono. shiragiku’s design is more based in the soul hackers nekomata design though without being a calico. i wanted to give her a bit of attention on the design part for at least one thing because it’s pretty interesting to me and that’s having a normal cat form. yes because of shiragiku’s backstory it makes sense that she regained her pre-furryfication body. however, when it comes to looking at it from a folklore angle it’s pretty interesting.

all nekomata start off as bakeneko, aka monster cats. they can shape-shift to look either more house cat-like, human-like, and everything in-between. they can also mimic voices. nekomata are basically just stronger bakeneko, symbolized by the split tail (which is how they get their name). in megaten, we don’t really see that often, some of which is understandable. what i find so interesting is that it’s kinda defied in some ways? as in, normal bakeneko are glossed over, unless morgana counts since he pretty much is one. the most commonly used nekomata design in smt is the one from nocturne who only has one tail despite being in a non normal cat state. i’m guessing for the sake of simplicity both bakeneko and nekomata are one in the same due to the heavy similarities. idk it’s pretty confusing but basically this was all an excuse to include cat girls and shiragiku is the closest we’re getting to a truly accurate nekomata.

what if i told you though that behemoth is technically original.

gonna be quick about this since basically aside from devil children behemoth has no original design. it’s mostly just recolors of other demons, mainly elephant/hippo/rhino-like ones. in fairness, behemoth is a warped shouten but it’s so different it’s basically its own demon that goes bye bye before getting any real action. still looks cool af but i’m sorry behemoth.

here’s a weird one. despite maintaining the horn, yato no kami is completely different from the game counterpart and is another much better design (wasted on a character that was pretty underutilized despite the potential). in actual japanese folklore, yato no kami are snake deities (and also some hot anime dude from a game i never heard of thanks google). pointing that out because, while cool on its own, yeah looks too much like a parasite and not what it’s supposed to be.

now for a side note on a couple more demons exclusive to the manga

clarion is interesting to me for one reason and one reason only: it heavily resembles the great will aka the universal will aka existence itself.

this one’s a bit of a stretch but i still find it interesting.

this guy was only in last bible, specifically the game gear version, but is referenced and named dropped a ton. every yhvh avatar is something this thing popped into existence. an equivalent exists in the 4 duology aka the axiom but since both games were a bit of a soft reboot of the traditional mainline style plus is pretty much the exact same thing this counts the axiom. it’s important to note that, as it’s technically a concept and not a physical being, it relies on avatars to get shit done. aside from that, there’s not much info on the great will but it’s considered either equal to or potentially the creator of yhvh.

most of the big time avatars that relate to the great will and yhvh, including yhvh himself, are either a big human face or a circle. while it’s stated in the manga that clarion is a goddamn alien the fact that it keeps so many of the design motifs of the great will, yhvh, and all their ocs, i honestly think it just might be another avatar. i mean it also knows shit like god’s wrath so that has to count for something. it’s just so fucking interesting i love it.

on a final, simpler note, touda is cool. i’m 99% sure it just morphs into ouhanshin but still i love snakes. there are so many serpents n noodly things in tlm it’s cool they’re attached to badass imagery even if they’ll likely never show up in any other official material ever again.

[whatsnothappening]

I didnt even finish my last entry bc i got stoned and forgot.

Hi. So, it is currently 3:16 in the morning. Well now its 3:17... dude my fuckin brain will focus on one thing only sometimes. What the fuck type dumb ass would i be if i used this entire entry to tell what time it was every time the clock changed. I could really see myself doing that lol. Well, here i am.. up at now... 3:18 😂 I have to open the store tomorrow at 9am. gotta be there 30 min early. (i tell myself that atleast but never do it.) Ill do it, im currently contimplating whether or not i want to just pull an all nighter in hopes that it will reset my sleep schedule because recently i havent been able to get to sleep like a normal person. I swear i get home and sit on the couch and my brain is dead. i cant move. i cant think of things that i need to get done around the house. BUT as soon as my fat ass head hits the pillow... its a mile a SECOND bro. we arnt going by minutes over here. We are on seconds, WE ARE STRUGGLING. But, i will say... the beginning of this year. i have enjoyed myself. i have told myself that i am going to seperate myself from my married life. GRANIT, i AM very much aware that my official married life is VERY new. Howwwwwever, i feel that i have been "married" to this man for many moons. We are just legal now. but i have seen myself become him, hes a great guy. but i am my own person. Now, one thing i told myself i am not going to do is try to become the person i was when i first met him. that person was 17. she was immature. she was broken. she was feral. this girl is still going to be feral. but she is going to be strong, physically and mentally. she is going to take time for herself. she is going to be selfish. she is going to stop blaming herself for not getting things done in a timely manner. I will say recently i have thought about asking my mother to go to therapy with me. i kind of want couples counseling with her. i dont want to have a horrible relationship with her but i feel that when ever i finally move out i wil make sure i dont call. i will make sure i dont come around. but i fear that if i were to ask her to do that with me she would look at me funny and then make me feel awful for even thinking of the idea. I am quite proud of myself here recently. i have started up going to the gym. now i have been having my life long best friend go with me who has been a social crutch because i feel that i would not be able to push myself easily with out him there. but i will get to that point. dont get me wrong i have times where i think that i am pretty. but lets get this straight, i do not care how many body positivity posts you see on the internet when you are creating your avatar for a game or online profile you are not willingly choosing to make your character fat. nobody willingly chooses to be fat. i am self aware that i am never going to be an instagram model. i dont want to be. i dont want to be stared at or be the center of attention. if i was still 17 it would be a different story, that girl is dead. but i have a goal to be comfortable. and feel a little more confident than i do now. i do have one huge fear about losing weight and that is SKIN. i dont want to have random flaps just flapping everywhere. i am horrified of that. but i guess there is always surgery for that. i am not opposed to cosmetic work, i do have my lips done and plan on getting botox or whatever that more earthy option is called. whatever my cosmetic surgeon recommends i absolutely love her. anyways. i think this one is just to ramble i dont really have anything that i want to try to reason with myself on or vent or explain. im just talking, trying to figure out how i am going to handle tomorrow lol. oh by the way its 3:31😘

[heymantakemycruiser]

I had a bizarre yet fun day

First we start off with the idiots at the grocery store, I swear people have NO manners AT ALL. But it did take all the impulse control in me to not scream abt fish sticks and I have no idea why. I was feeling… Silly and destructive 😝

For legal matters that was a joke

Idk why I said that this is tumblr there aren’t any legal matters

Then we come home, I change and I almost hit someone cause I lost my brush and I have yet to find it. I put a SHIT ton of hairspray in my hair which I failed to style it properly when I left the first time bc I don’t think I know how to do that hairstyle. I was going for a Farrah Fawcett look but it did NOT hold the heat and was flat by the time I got home the first time so I coated my hair in spray and probably got it up my nose which is probably why I’m stuffy now. I think I need rollers for that style. I’m not good with curling irons or straighteners.

Then we got to le fabrique shoppe (aka Hobby Lobby) and the woman cutting my fabric kept going on and on and on about how she loved the fabric I chose and how she wanted some and I’m like uh okay what you do in your spare time is none of my business 😭 but no seriously she was nice it’s just funny to me

My mom almost destroyed something In JoAnns. No one knows why

Then we get to the iHop, which is always scary because we were downtown and we’re never downtown so it’s dangerous. And for whatever reason, when we get in the iHop I said “It’s chilly” and then my mind literally said “no this is the iHop” WHAT IS THAT PART OF YOUR BRAIN THAT DOES THAT

The iHop bathroom smelt of shit and chlorine. Lovely.

The music in there almost made me grab a gun from someone it’s downtown so I know someone had one especially considering there were many cops around.

Yes I know you probably think I live in Brooklyn or something but it’s literally Columbia SC.

Seriously, I wouldn’t make in NYC.

Well, I’d be fine, my mom wouldn’t be.

Then there was this ADORABLE LITTLE FUCKING STUFFED CHICKEN AND I WANTED HIM SO BADLY MY LIFE IS INCOMPLETE WITHOUT HIM.

Oh, I forgot to mention we’re at the general store now, there were no stuffed chickens at iHop.

I almost fell down the stairs. And what I mean by that is I felt my foot slightly slip off the stair.

My dads truck almost got the hood taken off of it. Seriously, they can’t make those parking garages a LITTLE higher?

I almost took home a Columbia parking lot lemon peel. Why? Idk.

Then we finally get to the zoo, not much really happened at the zoo. It was wonderful there were many lights. Not really. It was slightly lacking. I wanted to go on the carousel so bad but I got so sad when I realized I didn’t have a new special someone to go on the carousel with me. And for those who know me, it’s not who you’re thinking.

That’s a topic for another post that no one sees.

Then we’re on the way back, and we decide to go eat at Le Crisp Bucket (also known as the Cracker Barrel) and I’m literally still full from that. This woman there was literally arguing on the phone the whole time and I don’t know how she ate cause she wouldn’t shut her damn mouth. She kept yelling at these poor old people too.

Then my mom remembers she needs paint, so here we are back at Le Fabrique Shoppe. It’s literally about 20 minutes from closing. My mom and her poor vision called this poor man a ma’am. He didn’t seem to care so that’s good.

And my mom literally took the chocolate covered orange sticks into the Hobby Lobby just so my dad wouldn’t be able to eat them.

I feel like this day was… not a waste of time for sure. It was probably one of the best days of my life. It felt like we went on vacation. And I just recently got out of a really toxic relationship so I’m starting to be able to eat again and enjoy things. I think my Ed has been healed, possibly. Even my parents noticed that I’ve been eating more.

I wanted so badly to skip through the zoo with that guy :( it makes me so sad.

All the lights were so pretty tho.

So that was today. Pretty nice huh. I still wanna go to like the beach again so bad. Like so bad it almost hurts. God I haven’t stayed in a hotel in 4 years.

Anyways, that’s it for this post

[dual1pa]

innocent (part 2)

(based on request!)

part one

content warnings: fluff, PDA, swearing

A/N: so this is broken up into two parts: "telling their friends" and "telling their parents." enjoy!!

steve harrington x reader (with she/her pronouns)

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They kept their relationship a secret since their intimate night together. Steve had officially called her his girlfriend to one person, the employee at the grocery store. She forgot something in one of the aisles where she left him and the employee in awkward silence.

"that's my girlfriend," he smiled at the check-out guy.

he nodded in understatement, not that he cared or anything.

telling their friends

steve hasn't told any of his friends yet, neither did she. not that she was avoiding it, they both just didn't know how to break it to them.

during their joint shift at family video, it was an average summer weekday. it was a nice day out so the two expected little to no customers until later that night.

of course, the couple did their job. they made sure the store was clean and every returned videotape was put in its right place. the breakfast club played softly on the tv. you rested your hands on your cheeks as you watch the movie, hoping and praying that time flew by as she was planning to spend yet another night over steve's house.

after he was finished dusting off the film section that barely anyone touches, he threw the duster on the counter and cupped her ass, grabbing her full attention from the tv.

"hi, handsome," he turned around to put her arms around his neck.

he hummed at your compliment and pressed his lips to yours.

"i knew it!" someone said, scaring them out of their kiss.

dustin. along with nancy, robin, will, lucas, max and eddit. will, eleven and the others were in california.

she couldn't hide her giggle as her friends finally knew. her face was planted right in his chest.

"i have so many questions, first, did you bang anywhere in this store?" robin asked.

"robin, no!!" steve yelled.

she giggled, beginning to answer all their questions.

telling their parents

steve's parents had a reaction that was typical.

when the two of them walked past the living room. his father was on the big chair with his legs on the ottoman, reading the Hawkins Post. His mother sat diagonal from her husband on the couch doing her usual knitting.

"guys, y/n's my girlfriend now."

"that's nice, son," steve's father said, without putting down the newspaper.

steve's mother turned around to look at her, giving her a smile, "I knew you'd figure out you're perfect for each other someday."

steve, along with y/n was shocked by his mother's response.

*

her parents were a bit more... supportive in a sense of welcoming steve into the family. she loved that Steve's mom actually acknowledged his girlfriend.

"Mom, Dad. You know Steve right?" she had no idea why she was so nervous.

"Yes, we've known Steve since he was 7," her mom said.

"Well, we got to talking one night and... one thing lead to another and Steve is my boyfriend now."

Her mother and father looked at the two of them and broke into a smile.

"See, hun, I knew they would finally confess their love for each other at some point," her father looked at her mother.

She and Steve were confused, yet relieved that they weren't upset, but why would they be?

"The minute you started high school, we knew you had a thing for each other but you never told one another about your feelings. We just had a hunch."

"Better late than never, right Steve?" her father asked.

"I guess so, sir."

There was an awkward silence in the room.

"Okay well, Steve and I are going out, we just wanted to tell you guys about our relationship."

"Have fun, sweetie."

*

The two of them packed into Steve's car and sat in silence for a second.

"That went... well, I suppose," she said, reaching out for Steve's hand.

"I'd say so, too. I just wish my family had more of a positive reaction, kinda like your parents did."

"You know your parents, they aren't really the most... emotional people in the world. I'm sure they'll come around and hopefully wanna have dinner with me or something."

"I hope so," he leaned over to plant a kiss on her lips and started driving to their next destination.

[chill-pills-yandere-haven]

Can you do the Yandere idol au with 4nemo. Cause they’re all beauties nothing can change my mind😤

Wooh! First ask! Here is a little drabble I made for you, enjoy! (Might also make headcanons for the group)

Tw: Yandere, mention of violence

Disclaimer: Yanderes are abusive, this is not a healthy crush.

Made, finished, and posted same day.

A Dream of Coffee and K-pop

(Not my art)

Sunlight shone through the window, the smell of freshly ground coffee beans wafted through the air, it was truly beautiful. You and your best friend had decided to stop for a drink break and found yourselves here. Honestly, you were thinking about becoming a regular here, the atmosphere has heavenly and the food and drink were delicious. Then you heard camera clicks and squealing. You let out a slight sound of confusion and irritation. Forced out of your state of serenity, you looked back at your friend to see what happened. Their face was red and they seemed to be holding back an almost terrifying grin. It didn't make sense to you, all that happened was that four men and a bunch of other people entered the cafe. "Holy archon of idol groups! It's 4NEMO!" Your friend was now shaking you, making you look even closer at the four men who had just entered. Even on further inspection they only looked like rich people with hair dye, you didn't see anything special. "Who?" You blinked, just annoyed that your peaceful coffee break had been interrupted. "I swear to God, you uncultured swine. That's 4NEMO, the hottest new K-pop group. I sent you a link to their newest album, you know, the one I've been going crazy over because they had a collab with DCKZ and Lumine from ABYSS?" They facepalm at your obliviousness to the literal celebrities that are in the same place as you. "Sorry, I forgot to check it out yesterday, I was studying." You apologize for not at least trying to see what was so good about these K-pop bands that were your best friend's newest obsession. But you did have a life of your own, you were studying to become a surgeon so you never really had much free time. "Hello, there! I was wondering if you two could share some space? seems that there's nowhere else for us to sit in this place." Out of nowhere, a young man with braided hair that faded from dark brown to teal and emerald eyes that almost made you want to trust him, was at your table, asking if he and his three friends could sit with you all. "Oh my lord, 4NEMO is asking to sit with us! Squee! Please say yes, my dear best friend who has brought us both insane luck, please?" Resistance was futile when your best friend was almost begging you to let them sit with you two, trying to do the best puppy dog eyes they could. "Yeah sure, you all can sit with us, just squeeze in." You relented and moved further into the booth to create space. The one with the braids and a guy with mostly white hair that had part of it dyed red sat on your side of the booth while a blonde with golden eyes and a man with an edgy vibe to him sat with your friend. The before almost empty cafe was now bustling with people and you swore you could feel a couple of people glaring at you. You gave a close-eyed smile and a small sigh, this could've been worse. The six of you ended up getting along quickly, talking the day away. Your friend was malfunctioning most of the time from being in the same room as their idols so you tried to calm them down from the shock but it didn't work. You found that the 4NEMO boys were actually quite sweet and easy to talk to, maybe excluding Xiao who wasn't one for small talk, or any talk. All of you exchanged numbers before you had to leave and even gave your super fan best friend some signatures. Kazuha then handed you both VIP tickets and backstage passes for their next concert saying that you could be his plus twos. But only because all the boys were allowed to give out two free tickets to whomever they chose. You all said goodbye and you made a mental note to check out their music once you got to the comfort of your apartment. But as you left, you just couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with your new friends no matter how many times you tried to brush it off. (On the other side.) Kazuha was the one to first notice you. A serene being in the middle of the cafe, face illuminated by the evening light. On your face was a beautiful smile more genuine than anything he had ever seen. You were the only one whose head didn't turn as they

entered, even ignoring the obvious adoring look on the person beside you's face. He confidentially alerted the other members of his group to your presence. All with some variation of curiosity and something that he could only describe as a breath of fresh air on their faces when they completely took you in. "I don't think they even know about our band." Aether supplied, you had a true expression of complete cluelessness even when he heard your friend explaining who they were just loud enough for him to hear. You were much too enticing and adorable, especially for someone who he just saw. "Why does it matter, we're here for public appearances, coffee and desserts, not some random person," Xiao mumbled, loud enough for the rest of them to hear. He didn't understand what was so special about them, just another attractive stranger. Though, part of him did understand why his group mates felt this way. "Who cares, I'm making a move," The lead singer of the group, Venti announced, making his way over to their table after looking around for anything they could use as an excuse. Ah, of course, because of their appearance, the little cafe was now packed. He brought himself and the others up to your table, acting charismatic in hopes you would let them stay. Though the idol group didn't even need an excuse as your best friend would have convinced you either way. Surprisingly, everyone in the group almost immediately warmed up to you, even Xiao. Kazuha was the one to give you his plus two tickets mainly because everyone else had already invited other people but luckily, Kazuha hadn't used his yet. The 4NEMO boys were a good distance away from the cafe and we're finally able to freely talk. "So, we're sharing them?" Aether asked, getting a nod or a yup from everyone in return. "We should do more research on them. What if they're already dating someone?" The composer of the group, Kazuha supplied. Noticing how the other boys' expressions got just a bit more malicious at that. Xiao looked around, being sure that they were completely isolated. "Then I'll give them a threat or a concussion." Xiao threatened, the other members were mostly in agreement with the statement. Any of them would already do appalling things for their new friend and future lover. "I'm sure as long as we don't scare them away they'll fall head over heels in love with at least one of us. We just need more time with them." Venti assured, not the fondest of using violence to settle his disputes. "Well one thing's for sure, they will learn to love us and will be ours." Aether voiced the idea on everyone's mind as they stepped into their shared studio apartment that could comfortably house about eight people. Leaving them all to individually plan how they would make you theirs.

[vendettaparker]

Reckless [T.H]

Summary: In a fit of jealousy, Tom embarrasses you in front of your new friend and the entire pub, leaving you heartbroken at his reckless actions.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Swearing, angst, slut-shaming 

a/n: hi! sorry this took so so so long for me to get out! i got super busy with other works, but i’m super happy with how this turned out :) i hope you enjoy this, and don’t worry, i know how scary those warnings look ^ but this ends happy, i promise! as always, comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

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Tom was an idiot. He was an actual fucking idiot. He now realizes that as he watches you run out of the pub with hot tears streaming down your face. He watches as Harry runs after you, your bag in his hand, probably to make sure you make it back home safe since there was no way you’d return to the crowded bar, where Harrison and Sam were giving Tom death glares, the same little pub where Tom had made a complete fool out of you. 

The few months Tom came home to London were always the setting of your most cherished memories. Sometimes it seemed like when he left so did the whole group of friends you surround yourself with.

There was no doubt in your mind that Tom was the life of the party. He had a certain aura about him that caused some of the most fucked up, but amazing situations to occur. That was probably one of the reasons you loved him so much. 

When he was in town, his brothers, Harrison, and Tuwaine all joined together to make the next few months memorable before he had to leave again, and you were always included, but when he was gone, Harry usually went with him, Harrison focused on work for himself, and Sam focused on his restaurant. The world slowed down after Tom left, and so many times, you were left to wait for his return; alone. 

Tom hated leaving you behind every time he went back to the states, but you had such deep roots in London, he didn’t want to pry you from your family for months on end. He loved you too much to constantly subject you to his hectic lifestyle. He spent as much time with you as he could when he saw you, but the second he had to go, it was all tearful goodbyes in a crowded airport. 

You and Tom had been best friends for decades at this point. You supported him no matter what it was that he wanted to accomplish. He’s even said in interviews that he credits a huge bulk of his success to his friend back home, then he’d give a wink to the camera, and you always knew it was for you. 

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When Tom came home after filming Spider-Man: No Way Home, you practically tackled him to the ground in a hug. 

“You div,” You mumbled into his neck, “you forgot to let me FaceTime with Zendaya.” 

“Oh, shit!” Tom gasped, finally remembering your request to talk to your favorite actress, “my bad.”

You looked at Tom incredulously, “I don’t think I can be friends with you anymore.” You feigned hurt, clutching your hand to your chest, “it just hurts too much.” 

“That’s a damn shame,” Tom frowned, “I mean, I could just FaceTime Zendaya now, but if that’s how you—”

“I changed my mind,” You smiled sweetly, cutting him off, “love you, bestie.” 

Tom rolled his eyes and pulled you into another hug, “Missed you, bestie.” 

“Um,” Sam, Paddy, and Harrison stood behind you, clearing their throats. 

“Missed you guys too,” Tom sighed, and he rushed over and gave his brothers and friend a hug.

You gave Harry a hug while Tom chatted with his brothers, quickly catching up with him. 

“What’s the plan for tonight, guys?” You spoke up. 

Every night after Tom got back, he’d go back to his flat and take a nap before a night out on the town. Usually, you’d bar hop a bit before going to a club, so tonight wasn’t likely to be any different. 

“I was thinking we could get dinner at Lorenzo’s,” Harry said, “then maybe hit the pub on Ashford?”

You and the others nodded in agreement as you made your way out of the airport.

“Can I invite my friend Avery?” You asked. 

Tom nodded, “Sure, I didn’t even know you had any other friends, (Y/N),” he joked.

“Haha,” You laughed sarcastically, “gee that was a good one, Tom. You really got me.” 

“What can I say?” He smirked, “I’m a comedian.” 

“Is that the guy you met in your philosophy lecture?” Harrison butt in.

“Yeah,” You nodded, “he’s really sweet, so be on your best behavior guys, and maybe don’t be yourselves, just this once?” you suggested with a slightly teasing tone. 

“Are you trying to impress him or something?” Tom inquired.

“No,” You scoffed, “I’m just trying to not throw him to the wolves.” 

Tom laughed along, but it was strained. He wasn’t too keen on the idea of adding a new member to your friend group, and the little glint in your eye when you talked about Avery made his heart tighten. 

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“Okay,” You smiled as you set the last of Tom’s luggage in his living room, “I’ll let you get some sleep then.”

You gave him one last hug and a kiss on the cheek, “see you later.” 

Tom reciprocated and inhaled the sweet smell of lavender in your locks of hair, “mhm,” he sighed, “see ya.” 

Harrison was about to walk out after you when Tom grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back, “Mate, what the fuck.” he grumbled as he stumbled over his feet, “I thought you wanted to take a nap?”

“I slept on the plane,” Tom explained quickly, “you’ve been here the whole time, right?” Harrison nodded, “so you know this Avery guy, yeah?”

Harrison shook his head, “I haven’t talked to (Y/N) much this past month, but he’s probably on her Instagram.” 

Harrison pulled out his phone and looked at posts you’d been tagged in, “Ah, here.” He handed the phone to Tom and pointed to the tall blonde guy in a group photo with you and some other friends, “He’s the tall blonde.” 

Tom studied the picture with a small frown, “They’re not dating though, right?”

“She said he was her friend,” Harrison shrugged.

“You know what I mean,” Tom rolled his eyes, “do they look really chummy to you?”

“His hand’s kind of close to her butt, but other than that I don’t know.” Harrison pointed it out, causing Tom’s heart to momentarily stop. 

“Ok, new plan,” Tom announced, “I’m going to ask (Y/N) out tonight.” 

Harrison scoffed and rolled his eyes. “What?” Tom wondered.

“You’ve said that almost every single time you’ve been home and you always chicken out.”

“No, I don’t!” Tom gasped in offense, “It’s just hard to find the right time.”

“You’ve literally had hundreds of opportunities to tell her how you feel, Mate.”

“It has to be perfect.” Tom insisted, “I can’t just ask her out of the blue, I have to butter her up first.”

“That’s dumb.” 

“Oh, fuck off,” Tom groaned, “get out, I changed my mind, I’m going to sleep.” 

Harrison rolled his eyes and chuckled before giving Tom a pat on the back and leaving. Tom waved goodbye as Harrison drove away, and then rushed to his phone. 

“FaceTime Zendaya,” he instructed Siri. The call went through and soon Tom was met with Zendaya's tired eyes in a dark room. 

“Hey, Z!” Tom said cheerfully, “best friend, bestest pal in the world. The person that never wants to see me fail ever, my greatest companion—“

“Tom,” Zendaya groggily cut him off, “what the fuck do you want, I’m sleeping.” 

“How do you ask a girl out?”

Zendaya sat up a little more and turned on her bedside lamp, “What? You don’t know how to ask a girl out?”

“Well I do,” Tom backtracked, “but I want it to be special. I’ve been in love with this girl for nearly two years now and every time I go to ask her out, I chicken out.”

“I don’t know, what does she like?”

“Well one time she told me her favorite animal was a sea otter, should I get her one?” Tom pondered, hand resting in his chin in thought. 

“Um, no, what the fuck?” Zendaya squinted her eyes at Tom, “have you gotten any sleep yet?” 

Tom shook his head, “This is important, Z, now help me!” 

Zendaya rolled her eyes, “I’ll text you some ideas, but for now just go get some sleep. With how tired you are now you’d probably call her the wrong name or something.” 

Tom rolled his eyes, but the action caused his eyelids to droop even more, “Fine, fine,” he conceded, “I’ll let you know how it goes.” 

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“Okay,” Tom announced at the restaurant before you arrived, “I’m going to ask (Y/N) out tonight so I need you all to shut up and not distract me or make me nervous.”

Harrison, Harry, and Sam just stared at Tom. Tuwaine, for some unknown reason, started clapping. 

“Tom,” Harrison began, “no offense, but—“

“Ah ah ah,” Tom stopped him, “is what you’re about to say going to bruise my ego?” Harrison thought about it for a moment before slowly nodding, “okay, then shut the fuck up, respectfully. I don’t need any bad juju tonight.” 

“Well, I’m happy for you, Mate,” Tuwaine nodded. He was the closest to you after Tom and he knew all about your crush on the brown-haired Brit. You might’ve let it slip once when you were drunk, and since you didn’t willingly tell Tuwaine, he was sworn to secrecy. “I’m positive she’ll say yes.” 

“Thank you,” Tom smiled at him, sending a slight glare to the others for their lack of faith in him. “As for the rest of you, I can’t wait to prove you wrong.” 

You walked into the restaurant with Avery hunched over from laughing so hard. Tom smiled in your direction and waved you over, “Hey, (Y/N/N)! Over here!”

“Wow,” You chuckled, “must’ve been a good nap. Little energetic there, huh?” 

Tom went in to give you a tight hug, holding you close, “Just missed you,” he mumbled into your hair. 

“I just saw you a few hours ago?”

Avery stood by you awkwardly, waiting for Tom to release you. Tom reluctantly let you go and pulled a chair out for you, next to him. 

“Thanks,” you smiled at him, motioning for Avery to sit next to you, “hey, everyone,” you smiled at the group of boys that were properly about to piss themselves at Tom’s over-the-top behavior, “this is Avery.” 

“Hi,” He waved at the group as a small chorus of ‘hellos’ rang across the table. He turned to Tom to shake his hand, “I’m a big fan, Mate. Love your work.” 

Tom smiled and patted him on the shoulder, “Thanks, it means a lot.” smiled politely, shaking Avery's hand. 

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Dinner went off without a hitch, at least in your opinion. Avery was melding well with your friends and he was cracking jokes like he’d know the group for years. 

The boys seemed to enjoy his sense of humor and what he added to the conversation. Sam and him even found that they shared an interest in cooking, which led to them having a slightly heated discussion about how real Gordon Ramsey’s cooking skills are; which ended in laughs. 

However, Tom was probably having one of the worst nights of his life. Every time Avery playfully shoved you while you two laughed he wanted to wring his neck. It also didn’t help that he couldn’t find the perfect time to ask you out. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to ask you out with all of his mates around. 

Tom smiled and laughed along with the jokes, but once you looked away he was back to frowning. 

“Tom,” Harry nudged his brother, “wipe that scowl off your face.” 

“I’m not scowling,” Tom grumbled, “this is my normal face.” 

Harry rolled his eyes and kicked his older brother under the table, “You need to ask her soon. I think Avery is trying to make some moves on her.” Harry noticed, seeing how Avery casually had his arm around your chair. 

Tom rolled his eyes, “As if I can't see that for myself,” he scoffed. “I don’t want to ask her with all of you watching. What if she says no?” 

“We can leave you alone for a bit when we go to the pub, but I’m not sure if Avery will go with us.” Harry shrugged, “you could always ask her out tomorrow.” Harry suggested. 

“No!” Tom exclaimed, causing everyone to look at him and Harry, “Sorry, I—um, I just don’t really like that shirt on you Harry; it makes my eyes hurt.” 

Harry looked down at his shirt for a moment and then frowned, sending a light smack to Tom, “You bought me this shirt you div.”

Everyone went back to their own conversations so Tom leaned in to talk to Harry some more, “I can’t wait for tomorrow. What if I chicken out again?”

“Then you’re an idiot.” Harry deadpanned with a shrug. 

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The pub was way more packed than anyone expected. The new addition of live music to the outside patio definitely livened up the place and more customers went to see what local band would be playing next. 

The pub had a classic English pub feel, with the wood flooring and the yellow-tinted walls, but it also had a modern twist with a back patio and outdoor seating with fairy lights, and the lights that illuminate under the bar itself. 

“I’m gonna go check out the band,” Harry announced after he came back with your drinks, “you guys should all come with me.” He said with a slight side-eye to Sam, Tuwaine, and Harrison. 

“Eh, I’m not really into—” Sam began, but Harry sent him a quick kick under the table. “Ow! I mean, I love music.” Sam smiled enthusiastically. 

“I’m gonna stay back and finish this beer,” Tom said, holding up the large pint of beer he was already a quarter of the way through, “(Y/N), wanna race to see who can finish first?” He suggested trying to get you to stay behind.

“Oh you’re totally on,” You smirked, “but I am going to take a quick peek at the band. We can race after I get back.” You got up from your seat and began walking away with Harry and the boys. Tom pouted at how horribly that plan worked. Harry looked back at Tom apologetically as he held the door open for you.

“Wow,” Avery smiled beside Tom, scaring him, “she really is something.” 

“Holy shit, Mate,” Tom held a hand to his heart, “you almost gave me a heart attack. I thought you went with them?” 

“Nah,” Avery shook his head, “I’m not really into music,” he shrugged. 

“Oh, okay,” Tom nodded. “What were you just saying?”

“(Y/N),” Avery looked towards the back patio exit dreamily, “she’s amazing. I mean I would definitely ask her out, but probably not at a pub surrounded by her mates, y’know?” 

“Mhm, yeah,” Tom said quietly, his heart already beginning to shatter into millions of inconsolable pieces. “I mean, she’s alright.” He said with a forced laugh, trying to fend Avery away from you, “she definitely isn’t really your type, though.” 

“What do you mean?” Avery asked, taking a sip from his beer, “she’s perfect, mate.”

“I mean,” Tom racked his brain for an excuse big enough to make Avery not want you, “you don’t think it’s a little weird she’s in a friend group with all boys?” 

“No,” Avery said slowly, skeptically looking back at the exit, “she just clicks with boys, I guess. Girls and guys can just be friends.”

“Not her,” Tom scoffed, “I mean, it’s just a little obvious, y’know?”

You and the rest of the boys were heading back in, seeing as the back patio was completely overcrowded with patrons. 

“What’s obvious?” Avery asked, raising his voice slightly due to the volume in the bar. 

“(Y/N)’s only friends are guys!” Tom nearly yelled over the volume of chatter, not realizing that the surrounding customers could hear him, “makes me wonder how many she’s slept with! I mean, that’s not a coincidence to me!” 

The surrounding customers halted their conversations, leaving only Tom’s voice filtering through the air and into your ears. 

“That’s crazy,” Avery chuckled awkwardly, “I don’t think she’s like that.” He shook his head, annoying Tom. In a final last-ditch effort to get Avery off your back, he said the worst thing he could, loudly, into a quieting pub. 

“Well, she hits on me all the time,” Tom shrugged, “she’s just a bit whorish, I guess.” 

“Tom,” Tuwaine cleared his throat, interrupting their conversation, “what the fuck, mate?” 

Tom looked at all the boys next to Tuwaine, and behind them was you, teary-eyed with harsh sobs racking through your body. 

You whispered something to Harry, and then all but ran out the front door. Harry walked over to where Tom was sitting and picked up your purse.

“Harry I—” Tom tried.

“Shut the fuck up, Tom.” Harry snapped, “You're an idiot and an asshole, just leave things be.” 

Harry ran out the pub entrance, following you to give you a ride home. 

Tuwaine, Sam, and Harrison shook their heads once the shock ebbed away. One by one they all left Tom sitting in shock and agony at the bar. Avery, not knowing any of the group, barely knew what was going on or if Tom’s accusations were correct, left the pub and went home without another word. 

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“Harry,” Tom whined into the phone, “please tell me how to fix this, please I’m begging you.” 

Harry sighed, now properly regretting lifting his silent treatment from Tom, “Tom, there is absolutely nothing I can do to help you, and even if there was, I wouldn’t. You called her a whore in front of a crowded pub—”

“I know!” Tom yelled, “And I’ve been living with that guilt for three weeks now! Please, Harry. I-I messed up so bad.” Tom’s voice cracked, “I tried calling and texting, a-and my texts started turning green. She blocked me,” Tom sobbed, “I’m in love with her, and I never got to tell her. I ruined our relationship before it even began.” 

“Yeah,” Harry agreed, “you did.” 

“Harry, I just want to apologize properly, please.” Tom begged, “I tried going to her house, but her roommate threw a drink at me and told me she went out of town. Where is she?”

“I can’t tell you.” 

“Harry,” Tom sighed, “I’m trying so hard here, I don’t care where she is, I’ll go anywhere for her. Please, I just can’t keep waiting in the dark for her to talk to me.”

Harry sighed, rubbing his forehead, “Okay, fine, but don’t tell her I told you where she was. And if you get your face clawed off, just know that you deserve it.” 

“Okay, okay, now tell me.”

“She’s been staying with Tuwaine and his girlfriend.” 

“Okay, thanks, love you, bye!” Tom said through the phone, already grabbing his keys. 

Harry sighed and began texting Tuwaine, 

Harry: Tom’s coming over, don’t snap him in half, he just wants to talk to her. 

Tuwaine: I’m not home right now, but I'd be more worried about her snapping him in half… 

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Tom pulled up the Tuwaine’s flat and pounded at the door. He didn’t see Tuwaine’s car in the driveway but he saw yours parked on the street so he knew you were in there. 

“(Y/N)!” He desperately called, “Come on, I know you’re in there!”, his pleas were met with silence and he rang the doorbell on repeat, “(Y/N), please! I just want to talk!”

The door opened to show you standing there with your messy hair and stained sweats, still looking overwhelmingly perfect in Tom’s eyes. He noticed the dark circles and the dried tears and his heart broke, even more, knowing he caused this. He loved you so much and he caused you some of the worst pain imaginable. All he wanted to do was hold you and kiss your puffy cheeks, desperately whispering praises into your ear. You were perfect in every sense of the word, and he let you believe you were anything less. He was an idiot—the biggest idiot in the world—for making you cry. 

“What do you want?” You snapped with a sniffle, pulling him back to reality as you rubbed your red eyes. 

“I just want to talk,” Tom gave you a small smile, “please.” 

“I don’t have anything to say to you.” You scowled, “You need to leave.” 

“No, (Y/N), please.” Tom begged, “I’m sorry. I’m so so so fucking sorry. I was being an idiot and—please, (Y/N), you’re my best friend. I don’t wanna lose you.” Tom’s voice cracked, but you remained stoic in the doorway. 

“I’m your best friend? Really?” You scoffed, “I thought I was just some whore you let hang around you?” 

Tom winced at his words being thrown back into his face, “I didn’t mean it, I swear,” he promised, tears glistening in his eyes, “I don’t even know why I said that. I was being so fucking stupid—” 

“No,” You interrupted his rambling, “you don’t get to say that. You don’t get to say that it was just you “being stupid”. Who the hell says that about their supposed best friend? Why would you even think that? You don’t just get to call me those things in public, and then say that you don’t know why you did it. You can’t even give me a reason—”

“I’m in love with you,” Tom blurted out, blowing out a puff of air in stress, “I’ve been in love with you for the longest time, (Y/N). And Avery was saying how he wanted to ask you out, and I couldn’t lose you. I didn’t want to lose you. I had so many plans for us, and I wanted to be with you—to be yours—more than anything, and I let my jealousy get in the way. I’m sorry because if I deserved you I wouldn’t have done that.”

You stood in the doorway of the flat, arms crossed over your chest. “I can’t believe you’d be so reckless.” You said after a moment of silence, “I would’ve been yours if you had just asked me.” 

“I’m sorry,” Tom cried, reaching out to hold your hand, but you backed away ever so slightly, “please, I would do anything to fix it if I could.” 

“You don’t understand anything, Tom.” You frowned.

“Help me understand.” He begged.

You pondered it for a moment and then released a sigh, coupled with a few tears, “I loved you,” you admitted. Tom’s heart did a leap, but then he realized that you were talking past tense as if his chance with you was gone.

“And I would spend months and months just waiting for you to come home so I could spend time with you. I was so lonely when you and Harry left; I always am. Avery offered to spend some time with me after class one day and I agreed because I don’t have anybody else when you leave. And it was fun, but he wasn’t you. He’ll never compare to the place you had in my heart, but at least I wasn’t alone anymore.” You sighed and began closing the door again, “Now, because of you, I have no one again.” 

The door was about to slam back in Tom’s face, but he shoved his foot in the threshold, “(Y/N), wait,” he pleaded, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how important Avery was to you. I can never undo what I did, but please let me make it up to you. I just need you to understand how sorry I am.” 

You opened the door again and looked at Tom’s sad eyes, boring into you, “I do understand how sorry you are, but I don’t know how I can trust you again. You said awful things about me without even batting an eye or taking a breath—”

“I know,” Tom sighed, “I know and I’d give anything to take it back. I just want you back (Y/N). Even if you don’t want to be my girlfriend, I can’t leave knowing I’ve lost my best friend.” 

“As much as it hurts,” You caved, moving from the doorway to let Tom in, “I still love you, and I don’t want to lose you either.” 

Tom smiled and walked into the flat, immediately pulling you into a hug, “I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” You hugged back and sniffled into his hoodie, before pulling away with a sigh.

“I know,” You nodded, “I forgive you. But next time, just be honest with me and tell me how you’re feeling. I’d give you the world if you asked for it.”

Tom smiled and stroked your tear-stained cheek, “I’ll just settle on your heart for now, if that’s okay?”

“That’s so fucking cheesy.” You giggled, wiping the tears from your eyes, “I love it.”

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[haroldtea]

fic where wu takes a diplomatic visit to the fire nation and takes his former bodyguard mako w him (“is anyone else wondering why mako still goes everywhere with wu even though he’s not his bodyguard anymore? no? just me?” says bolin) and they meet with the stoic but surprisingly wry fire lord izumi.

it’s established before the fic begins that wu and mako have pretty much acknowledged their mutual feelings for each other that took full root after the events of book 4. wu is all in but mako’s refusing to entertain the idea bc wu is royalty and they live on other sides of the world, it doesn’t matter how they feel, it doesn’t matter that they both know there’ll never be anyone else, wu is in the middle of dismantling a monarchy and mako is still trying to figure himself out and his place in everything and them being together is just...something that doesn’t make sense, it can’t possibly work. so they’re not talking about it, and they’re just living in this weird limbo between together and not together that’s driving them both crazy and they’re bickering more than ever before.

so they have their meeting w izumi where wu and izumi are bonding over growing up royalty, and discussing how both nations can benefit the other as the earth kingdom regime changes, when mako notices that izumi’s sleeves kind of look like those ones korra wears and he asks about it. izumi’s face lights up cuz she sort of forgot she was wearing them and tells them about how her new tailor was able to make these sleeves for her that were water tribe in design but fire nation in execution (i.e. a bit more breathable in the morbid heat, what have you) and wu and mako are both kind of like .....why? and izumi is like ??? you guys didn’t know i’m half water tribe?? and they’re like HUH??? cuz izumi is a whole *fire bender* and she’s like um yeah, councilman sokka was my dad. and they’re like HUH???? isn’t lord zuko ur dad??? and she’s like.....yes. he is also my dad. (are our brains working today, boys?) and they’re both like ..........ohhhhhh and she’s like lol yeah oh.

so there’s a curiosity in both wu and mako, cuz they never knew this and apparently it wasn’t made super duper public. two people from different nations, one struggling w their duty to a broken monarchy, one struggling to leave a changing world better than they found it. izumi, catching on, tells them about how their union specifically was a symbol of healing in their post-war world, how things like distance and differences in background paled in comparison to the strength they found in each other. “they were partners in everything,” izumi tells them. “i doubt the fire nation would be what it is today if my dads didn’t have each other.��� she shows them their family portrait, sokka and zuko holding baby izumi with young druk curled around them (that one fanart you know the one), and pulls down her collar and shows them the betrothal necklace zuko let her start wearing after sokka died, and in not so many words is basically like “hint hint wink wink” cuz cmon, she’d like to thinks she’s pretty observant for a fire lord and let’s face it, wu and mako are being kind of obvious. she throws in a “also, they had seen enough death in their teen years that the last thing they wanted to do was waste a single day not being with each other. like, what if zuko was assassinated suddenly and sokka never told him how he felt? that’s tragic.” because she’s having fun and we should let her.

so. you can kind of guess that that night wu and mako have a very long and important conversation full of “i don’t want to be with anyone else but you” and “knowing you’re on my side makes everything easier” and “we’ll never know if we don’t just try” and in the morning at breakfast after they head back to ba sing se, izumi finds a thank you note from mako and it makes her giggle, and zuko looks up from his food and is like “don’t tell me you played matchmaker with those two.” and shes like “what? they were being idiots!” “you can’t be meddling in other people’s business all the time!” “why not? they’re together now and much happier for it.” “you always make it sound like we moved mountains and cured famines. i swear you’re a bigger drama queen than your father was.” and izumi just pats him on the arm, cuz she misses sokka too, and goes back to eating with a smile on her face.

[scarlettriot]

Stood Up

You (Y/N) get stood up from a date and Kaminari decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Kaminari/F!Reader

Contains: Fluff, Flirty Denki, Established BakuSquad Friendship

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Electro-Stim, Overstimulation, use of pet names (cuddle bug & cutie), oral (F receiving), consensual recording

A/N: Well, here we are with the third in my Stood Up series. There is also Bakugo & Kirishima if you're interested. This one took me way too long and it's also my first time writing Kaminari at length. I hope you all like it :)

Word Count Starting Below: 2,461

You slipped your foot into the silver heels you had picked out. Something a little fancier since this was a first date after all and you wanted to make a lasting impression. Not only that but this was your first first date in a while. Being a Pro Hero made life busy and dating difficult.

Practically the entire day leading up to this very moment revolved around you either getting ready or babbling with excitement to your closest friends.

An alert chimed on your phone with a text from your date, a smile sliding onto your face expecting to read some message about how they were on their way and that they'd see you soon, but that wasn't what you were met with.

Instead, it was a screenshot of your Instagram page, multiple of them actually, all of you and the ridiculous photos you took with your friends but mostly with one Denki Kaminari. The most recent of which was from a tea shop he met you at just earlier that day so you could show him the shoes for your date.

The message below was simple and more than enough to leave a sour taste in your mouth, this isn't what I want to see when I'm supposed to be taking you out tonight. What, one date a day isn't enough? Why are you even dating? Does your blonde boyfriend know?

You giggled at what they were implying, quick to explain how these were all your friends, they had been since high school! They are people you spent what little free time you had with. Especially Denki, your best friend since you were 15!

That joy you felt started dissipating within the next few messages. You hadn't even had a first date and they were already jealous, and that was something you didn't have room for in your life. So, you slipped the heels off your feet and put them directly back in the box to return when you had the time. Tight black jeans and fitted top were exchanged with a hoodie and sweats although your makeup and hair stayed done, you didn't have the energy to undo your hard work.

Instead, you slid back into your computer chair, your headset snuggly back on your ears and before you notified everyone you were back online, you took a moment listening to the chatter of your friends.

"Shitty Hair! Fuckin' pay attention!"

"Yeah, man! We're getting slaughtered over here!"

"Less yelling at Kiri! More shooty shooty!"

"All of you are hopeless..."

Eijiro chuckled out an apology that was accompanied by a lighter giggle also coming from his mic. "Think this is gonna be my last round for a bit, guys."

"You're so fuckin' whipped." Bakugo scoffed, before screaming profanities.

"Is it whipped if I'm the one who's wanting to get her into bed though?"

You clicked your mic back on then. "Hey, remember last week when Kats forgot his push to talk so we all heard him getting head and we party whipped because someone couldn't focus?"

"You better shut the hell up right fucking now!"

Everyone else roared with laughter. "Yeah! At least I have the decency to mute myself!"

"Hey, wait a sec, why are you online, Y/N!" Denki noted, "You should have already left!"

You screenshot your messages to the group chat because it was far easier than just explaining the ordeal.

"Cute shoes." Eijiro and Kyoka commented at the same time.

There was a lull as their game ended and the messages were read.

"Ya don't need 'em if they're gonna have their head so far up their ass like this."

"I agree." Hanta chimed in. "They're not worth your time."

"Still, sorry they turned out to be a shit." You could hear the frown on Kyoka's face, "I know how excited you were."

"Right, you doin' okay, Y/N? I can stick around and we can all shoot some things!"

"Thanks, Kiri but I'll be just fine! Go spend time with your girl!"

One by one, everyone signed off. You pulled up Spotify and Stardew Valley, something of a comfort for you to get lost in for the rest of the night.

Less than an hour later, you noticed your phone lighting up with your best friend's familiar smiling face. "What's up, Denki?"

"Open your door! I have my hands full and don't wanna put everything down to get my key!"

You sprang from your desk and rushed to your door. Sure enough, on the other side was Denki with bags in both hands and his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. You grabbed it and a bag before he had a chance to drop anything like the klutz he was. "What's with all this?"

"I feel bad."

"Why? You didn't stand me up?"

He fiddled with the edge of a paper bag. "Yeah, but, we both read those messages and no one said anything but they didn't just call our group out, they called us out.

"Denks, it doesn't matter to me-"

"But, it does to me! You were so excited about this and I got in the way, unknowingly but, still! So, I gotta make it up to you now!"

He pulled out take-out boxes from your favorite restaurant. Two bottles of your favorite wine. Your top three favorite movies and video games, and a board game you both had been meaning to try. "I mean, if they think I'm your boyfriend I kinda gotta live up to the hype, right?"

You really wanted to insist that none of this was necessary. That just because some person that neither of you really knew that well, assumed something about your relationship that didn't mean he had to blame himself for it.

But, you had to admit, this was really sweet. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to you that he knew everything you liked but it was nice. Instead of sitting across from a stranger, making awkward small talk, and trying to learn about one another, you were barefoot in your kitchen, laughing with your best friend while he plated dinner and you poured the wine.

Formalities were out the window. Both you and Denki were eating dinner in your living room, laughing and drinking just as you'd done a million times before. You snapped a photo of the delicious food on paper plates, toasting good times with your cheap wine, ready to post them to your Instagram.

"Gonna make them more jealous..."

"I think they made it pretty clear they don't want to see me so why should I care?"

He shrugged. "I just thought they might, you know, come to their senses that they obviously lost."

"I don't really care either way." You wandered back into your kitchen, putting away the leftovers, "They can forget I exist or they can stalk my page like a creep. If someones' gonna try and tell me I can't be friends with my friends or just not listen to me, then I don't want them in my life. No matter how good-looking they are."

Denki watched you from the sofa, a bit of a lopsided grin on his face that had butterflies taking flight in your stomach. "What?" Laughing to hide the bit of a crush you always had on the man. It was unavoidable you told yourself. His personality was infectious and had 15 year old you head over heels.

He pushed back bright blonde hair back off his forehead and just shook his head. "Nothin'. Uh, what's next? Video game, board game, or movie?"

You peaked on the counter at the options. "Well, we probably should have checked this but the board game needs at least four people to play... guess we'll have to save that for our next game night. Is a movie okay?"

Of course, it was.

You brought over the DVD with a refill of wine and he pulled a blanket down off the back of your sofa.

It really didn't take long, just fifteen minutes or so, and you were curled up into Denki's side. You'd make grabby hands for your wine glass and he'd pass it over with that damn grin again.

And not long after that, he'd pulled out his phone, angling it to take a picture of the two of you. "What are you doing?" You could see him on his own Instagram, tagging you, with the caption, Check out my cute cuddle bug.

"I thought you didn't want to make them more jealous."

"I decided I don't care either. You're mine tonight, their loss. And since you're mine tonight, I get bragging rights." He snapped another quick picture of you rolling your eyes at him, and then he kept snapping them.

"Denki! Why!"

"Because you're cute, cuddle bug! I like having all the pictures of you that I can!"

Even as you tackled him back down on the sofa, pinning him below you, he still managed a photo. "Bet if I post this one, they'll really get the wrong idea."

You could have moved. You were the one on top of him and you had his arms above his head. You had the power here and yet you just lingered above him.

"Y/N? Not that I'm one to complain about having a beautiful person such as yourself pinning me down, like, it's kinda hot, but..." Looking down into half-lidded golden eyes, you wondered why you had to become best friends with such a damn flirt! "Are you gonna take advantage of this situation we're in or are we just gonna keep dancing around this for another decade or so?"

You couldn't have heard him right? No... no this was your brain playing tricks on you because he certainly hadn't had that much wine tonight. You sat upright on his lap. "Another decade then, Y/N?"

"You- ha- you should stop that, Denki."

He leaned up, moving his arms around you, "Gimme a good reason to and I will."

You didn't have one. And not just because you've been in love with him for ten years but also because he was your best friend. The only reason to not go through with it was the possibility of losing your friendship if something bad were to happen but, you really didn't think anything would.

Denki might have been a serial flirt but he was surprisingly loyal in all the relationships he'd been in, not that there had been all that many serious ones.

"I'm not hearing anything." He teased, his face getting closer to yours. You could count each and every one of the faint freckles that littered the balls of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "But, I promise, if you tell me no, I'll stop, won't push this any further."

This whole thing seemed like a frickin' whirlwind, happening faster than your brain could really process the situation but you didn't want it to stop either. You wanted to take it further, didn't want to say no.

Which was why you coiled your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. There was that small little buzz of electricity that tickled your lips when he'd kiss your nose or cheeks that was now playing on his lips, on his tongue when you welcomed him in.

He leaned back again, pulling you with him until you were both a pile of needy hands and breathy pleas. Everywhere his hands roamed you felt that faint trail of shock against your skin, making the little hairs on your body stand on end.

Clothes were shed, tossed haphazardly around your living room, both of you pausing to laugh when Denki managed to land your hoodie over a lamp. His attention was drawn back to you quickly though, still perched on top of him but now he had your chest on full display since you'd forgone a bra when your date canceled.

Electrifying tongue twirled around your nipples, sensitive normally, now it felt like you knew what it was like when he fried his damn brain. He was eager, relentless even, pulling and sucking, another hand giving your other breast a similar treatment. He had you so focused that you let out a broken moan when slender fingers found their way into your panties.

"Fuckin' hell, Denki."

The bastard winked up at you, nipple still between his lips and before you could retort, he sent another small jolt through you.

You were blatantly grinding down on his hand, reaching behind you, you found him completely solid, barely being contained in the tight black boxers he wore. You had enough sense to tug them down and wrap your hand around him making his teeth sink into your soft flesh, whining when you stroked him.

"Y/N..." He whimpered, his hand momentarily distracted from his ministrations gave you enough time to shift in his lap to scoot forward putting his cock in front of you. In one swift motion, you had his length between your slick. "Oh fuck, cutie!" Golden eyes were squeezed shut while you moved along him, feeling that pleasant curve he had, you could only imagine what it was gonna be like to have him inside you.

"You're being a little tease, ma-makes me wanna do all sorts of things to y-you."

He was kissing your neck, your chest, shoulders, and arms, anywhere on you that he could reach. His hips bucking up into you, just trying to hit that perfect angle.

Strength and agility were something most overlooked when it came to Denki Kaminari but when the man wanted something bad enough, he found a way to get it.

He had your ass rising up in the air with a harsh thrust of his hips and a small squeak from you, giving him exactly enough time to scoot down on the sofa so you were sat atop his face. If you complained, he didn't hear you. Denki already had your thighs around his head and his tongue devouring you completely.

Little shockwaves rocked you while you cried out his name, hands fisting blonde locks just trying to stay upright.

One orgasm from you apparently wasn't enough, neither was two but on the third, Denki finally relented, allowing your heartrate to come back down and your gasping breaths to come in more steadily.

You slid back down his body, his erection now smack against your ass. His hair was recked, face completely flush but he had the biggest grin on his face that you'd ever seen.

Denki kissed both your cheeks, "You are so amazing, cutie!" Kissed your lips, "You taste better than anything I've ever had!" And one more on the tip of your nose. "Doin' okay?"

You nodded, starting to really gather yourself again, and by this point, you really just wanted one thing.

"I wanna... Denks... can I take care of you now?"

"Sure, cutie! How do you want me?" The wiggling eyebrows had you rolling your eyes and pushing him on his back again.

It took little effort for you to position yourself above his cock, and with how slick you were, his bright pink head slipped right inside. He held your hands while you scrunched up your face, sliding all the way down him until he was completely sheathed within.

The curve was immaculate. Hitting in just the right way that had you moaning with just a couple thrusts from him. Before long, you were eagerly bouncing on his cock. Riding him hard so he filled you up each and every time.

You barely registered him reaching for the coffee table, his phone now in his hands. "What're you doin'?" You practically slurred, slowing only slightly. He tapped the camera lens with a wicked grin. "Seriously?"

"We could make 'em really jealous now..."

Somewhere in your brain, you knew your date wouldn't give two shits, in fact, this probably would have only validated their thoughts about your's and Denki's relationship but with his cock stuffed so deeply into you, kissing your cervix in the most beautiful way, you really didn't give a damn.

You and Denki put on the best possible show you could think of. You were overstimulated, sore, and completely elated! He balanced the phone against the wine bottle so neither of you had to try to hold it.

This way he could play with your breasts or squeeze your thighs while you dug half-moons into his chest. Shocked with the playful zaps he sent right to your core.

Your makeup you'd didn't feel like taking off now ran down your cheeks with tears. Your hair was a mess thanks to him pulling at it.

Denki had you howling through another two orgasms, telling you how perfect you were, how nice you felt squeezing him so tightly, your nails felt so good against his skin.

It was only when you collapsed against his chest did he hoist your hips up so he could ram into you, pulling out just at the last second with a strangled cry of your name.

He wiggled himself free, grabbing a towel from your bathroom and cleaning you both up before stopping the recording.

"You're, hey you're gonna send that to me right?" You asked when he handed back your hoodie off the lamp.

He dropped a kiss on your lips, plopping down beside you on the sofa again and you noticed your email already up and the video uploading. "Obviously, we share all our videos and photos. Why would this be different?"