#been a struggle today blah

[skelekins]

im terrible at coming up with a sona

but i need someone to smush against Dr Biggs _(:3)∠)_ Dr Biggs / Bara Baggs belongs to @megalommi

Kelek / Sona mine

[chemxz]

I potentially could post a drawing today

Who knows

[dont-offend-the-bees]

Astonishly, promisingly successful day of experimenting with trying to have an hour-by-hour schedule, but nothing can prepare me for the post-3pm energy/motivation slump

[yoohyeon]

Saw that the Tumblr icon on my iPad changed so I went to see what’s up and WE FINALLY CAN REPLY WITH THE BLOG WE WANT !!! THANK YOU !!! Now staff make it so when you block someone it’s block on all sb too thanks I’m tired of blocking 3 times

[queer-n-here]

What if what if-

Yandere bsd characters x Male reader who is also a yandere??

Yandere Dazai touching himself knowing he's not alone because reader is watching him?

Yandere Chuuya thinking he'll be top once he's with male reader (reader can kidnap chuuya, or Chuuya kidnapped reader) but was proved wrong.

Yandere Jouno being sadistic but male reader is also a sadistic.

Ohohohohokayyyy

I'll be honest with you and admit I couldn't envision the Jouno part of this ask for some reason... If you really want that one, can you please send in another req specifying a bit more?

Anyways, hope you like the other two!

Contents: Yandere!bsd x Yandere!reader headcannons

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, masturbation, kidnapping.

Osamu Dazai

Fuck, you were obsessed with him.

And fuck, he was obsessed, too.

You'd been tailing him for a while, and being as smart as Dazai was, obviously he knew. You never even made special attempts to hide it.

Today, as you return back to your usual stalker routine, watching Dazai from your usual spot, you notice one thing stranger in his body language.

He's lying on his bed as usual, but around this time he's supposed to be snoring like a pig, not rubbing his thighs together, hands gripping the sheets beneath him, eyes half-lidded.

You swallow unknowingly, a sudden thirst blossoming in your mind, along with the urge to the just dive into his room and fuck him senseless.

Dazai pants slightly, slipping off his shirt and unbuttoning his pants at a pace so slow you wish you could egg him on. Sweat lines your forehead as you watch him half-strip, and then lay back down right where you can get the best view.

Fuck, you think to yourself, Dazai knows his advantage.

He reaches down, slowly, caressing his thighs, his own torso, and even if it's his body being caressed, you feel yourself being the one getting teased here.

You grit your teeth, willing Dazai to give you the show you wanted with every pore of your existence.

And after enough dilly-dallying to make you crazier than you are already, he does, slipping his hand between his legs to take hold of his dick and pulling it out. He starts stroking slowly, the foreskin moving with his hands, his breath hitching at the pleasure.

You feel your own pants grow tight, your cock struggling against the fabric as you stare, mesmerized and hypnotized, at the man on the bed.

Dazai jerks himself off, his hand moving faster by the second, his other one clenching the bed sheets beneath him so tight his knuckles turn white. He throws his head back, baring his neck, and moans wantonly, arching his back.

It's almost like he thrusts his chest up when he does this, almost like he knows about your obsession of his body, your constant desire to worship it with your own two hands and cock and mouth.

Knowing Dazai, he probably does.

He whimpers, the mere sound enough to send a jolt of warmth straight to your crotch, your brain scrambling to wonder how many other godly sounds he can make.

And when he finishes that night, collapsing back on the bed, chest heaving with each breath as cum splatters onto the bedsheets and his pants, you wish you could follow, wish you could somehow get release from your throbbing cock, but you know that the only thing that will come to your aid is your own hand.

Dazai, breathing hard on his bed and half-smirking in satisfaction, knows that too.

Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya miscalculated. And you, squinting open your eyes with your hands tied up behind your back, couldn't help but want to laugh at it.

He was standing right in front of you, long hair tied up behind his pretty head and arms crossed in front of his chest, smirking slightly as he realized you were coming to.

You half-wanted to give him what you knew he wanted, to look up at him with big surprised eyes and ask him how you'd gotten there, what that place was, what Chuuya was planning, blah, blah.

But as you looked up at him, your brain still slow because of the tranquilizer, you couldn't help the smirk that slipped across your face.

Finally.

Chuuya doesn't know what he's gotten himself to.

An hour later, he realizes half-heartedly what was going.

You are buried in him, balls deep. And he's totally in love with that feeling.

Even with fat tears rolling down his face because he's so stuffed full he almost can't breathe, Chuuya pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and burying his wet face into the crook of your neck, thighs shaking and ass jiggling as you continue your onslaught on his asshole.

Your cock pounding in and out of him so perfectly, rearranging his insides to it's own shape, making him lose control of his moans and cries. Oof, he loves every second of it.

He can't fathom why he thought he'd be the one fucking you, obviously not. He was meant for this, meant to be fucked senseless with his wrists pinned down on either side of his head, meant to have chest kissed and bruised through by your lips.

Fuck, it might not be anything like how he'd imagined his first time with you, but it'd be a lie to say he didn't love this.

[mmoonpies]

Okay okay I saw that you're taking requests and then SPENCER R3ID ARE YOU KIDDING, love that guy honestly sooo could you maybe do something where the reader is also in the bau and spencer and them have been dating for years (like from s1 to like s4 idk ) and only Aaron knows (because he obviously has to know for work reasons) and the team somehow finds out and are like wtf since when and then spencer says 4 years and blah blah days and so on you get the drill

i literally love him sm. him + fluff is my fav thing!!

also sorry this is lowkey sloppy + unedited

spencer reid was nothing short of being described as introspective; gentle and withdrawn eve. his mind was constantly running, comfortable focusing on his inner thoughts and ideas, drawn to the corners of the wall as he willingly let other people's shadows tower over him.

despite the uncontrollable bursts of facts that fall from his tongue before dissolving into a stuttering ramble, he was pretty withdrawn. often refusing to go 'socialising' with the other bau members, preferring to stay within the comfort of his apartment to read and write.

that was until he met you.

your smile was toothy, lips sharply curved into a grin as your eyes shimmered with a playfulness he yearned for. you had no problem being in the "spotlight" voice loud and almost boastful as you bashfully took control of the room. you were loyal, unafraid to protect those you loved; even if it would end in your peril.

your greetings were filled with enthusiasm, followed by your signature grin, despite being 4am in the morning, only fuelled the other's disdain as they winced and clutched their coffee tighter. spencer's eyes would rest on your face from across the room, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he felt the urge to smile at your bubbliness.

spencer once thought you'd be attracted to someone as confident as you, willing to show you off and flaunt your skills whenever possible. when, in reality, it was the opposite; you were searching for someone you could show off.

you were the one to listen with undivided attention to his over-the-top explanations, eyes wide and attentive as you smiled at him when his voice died off, encouraging him to keep speaking. it made his chest swell, cheeks growing warm as hesitantly gripped at his fingers, playing with them as he nervously continued his explanation.

you were the one who dropped a coffee off at his desk with a small smiley face messily drawn on the side, shooting him a bright grin before bouncing off to your desk. spencer would keep his palms wrapped around the cup, silently treasuring the drawing meant for him.

it became a routine - you sent a coffee his way each morning, and in return, spencer would offer half of his sandwich to you after you walked him through a 'tour' of your lunch. you would give him a generous serving of your lunch, and he would gratefully eat it, no matter the taste.

and to be honest, he wasn't sure when a full sandwich became 'too much' for him, always craving whatever concoction you had created after each half of his sandwich. he wasn't sure when he became so fond of you, patiently and hopefully waiting for you to bound over towards him, fists clenched in front of your shoulders as you beamed up at him.

"spencer, you will not believe how excited i am for lunch today!"

"i think i can," spencer would smile back, eyebrows raising as you bit your lip, grin still toothy and bright. "what've you got today?"

"can't tell you," you squinted up at him, giggling like a devious child. "you have to wait until lunch, but trust me, it'll blow your silly mismatched socks off!"

"hey! what'd they ever do to you?!"

it had stayed that way for 4 years; every single day, without missing a beat. no matter the time or day, you never failed to bring him c coffee with a smiley face, just like he had never failed to give you half of his sandwich.

being with you came as easy as breathing, although he struggled to convey his emotions, both physically and verbally, you both confided in the action of sharing lunch together. he hardly touched you at work, not wanting to seem unprofessional and upset hotchner or anyone on the team.

the only words hotchner had said in relation to the two of you were practically unthreatening. yet, as spencer shyly stood behind you as hotchner processed the information, the sickly feeling of dread spread throughout the inner lining of spencer's stomach.

"don't let it interfere with your work," he demanded, eyebrows furrowed as usual. you both gushed out 'thank you' before turning to leave, the stress of hiding it washing off the two of your shoulder's.

spencer, for 4 years, had assumed hotch had announced it to everyone else on the team. he still dealt with derek's teasing about him being a 'virgin' and his constant jabs about his 'experience with women.'

he was honestly just glad nothing had changed; your routine stayed the same, your glances lingering a little longer than usual, and your smiley faces turning into hearts. but that was all.

spencer was currently cursing his wonky alarm, almost tripping over his own feet as he struggled to pull his own pants up. a slice of bread was caught between his teeth as he slung his satchel over his shoulder before rushing out the door of his apartment.

he was cursing his dumb decision to skip crashing over at your apartment, fingers smashing against the buttons of his cell phone as he called you back, wincing at the number of missed calls he had.

"hey, hey! i'm so sorry y/n, please just tell them i'll be there soon. my alarm didn't go off!"

"i told you it needs new batteries-"

"is now the time to say 'i told you so'?" spencer practically whined in your ear, a small smile curving at your lips as you giggled.

"got it, just get here as quick as you can." you murmured in response before flipping your phone shut, lifting your head up to meet the inquisitive gaze of four profilers staring right at you. "he slept in, he'll be here in about 5 minutes."

"the spencer reid being late? that's a first," emily teased, flipping through the case file in front of her. hotch's facial expression was the same as always; eyes slightly narrowed and eyebrows creasing inwards with his lips stretched into a thin line.

"everyone's allowed to be late," hotch shrugged as he stepped in front of the projector, grabbing one of the files scattered over the round table. "once."

you almost snorted at the delivery, shoulders hunching over as you caught yourself, swallowing your laugh. you caught derek's eye just as the door behind you swung open, a flustered spencer basically clambering through the doorway.

"sorry, sorry! i'm so sorry i'm late!" his voice was pitched, bowing his head at hotch before walking over to you. his brain was still recovering from his interrupted and rushed morning, a cloud of haziness hovering over his brain as he leant down and pressed a kiss to your temple. "sorry i missed your calls."

the room is silent apart from the squeak of spencer's chair as he sits down, rolling forward to reach a case file before noticing the defeating silence in the room. he lifts his head up, only to be met by the shocked and wide-eyed faces of his team members.

"what?"

"what was that?' derek exclaimed, gesturing between the two of you. spencer shook his head with a shrug before tilting his head, eyebrows furrowing with confusion.

"what do you mean?"

"you just...kissed y/n on the forehead," jj spoke slowly as if she was still processing the situation in her head. spencer had a confused smile stretch across his lips. looking between the three of them as if they were crazy.

"yeah? you guys are acting like we aren't dating..."

"WHAT?"

spencer jolts back at the yells of the three members, hands raising in a defensive manner before looking over at you. your jaw was basically on the floor, eyes wide as you stared at spencer.

"...they didn't know, spencer," your voice is barely above a whisper, embarrassment running thick as you hunch your shoulders once more. for once, the attention is focused on spencer, and you're thankful the spotlight isn't on you.

"since when?" emily immediately interrogates him, standing up and leaning over the desk as her palm splays against the wooden table.

"c'mon, they're obviously pranking us," derek shrugs with a confident smirk. "we would've known sooner if they actually were dating."

"no I'm-i'm serious," spencer defends, mouth opening and closing before he turns back to face emily and answers her question. "it's been 4 years."

"WHAT?" they all exclaim in unison once more, lips parted as their jaws drop. they're all frozen in shock, eyes flickering between the two of you.

"i'm confused, how did you guys not know? we share lunch together every day!" spencer laughs in disbelief, shrugging as his hands flop between you and him. "y/n brings me a coffee every day."

"yeah but-"

'you never gave us a reason to believe that you were more than friends!" jj interjects, arms crossing over her chest.

"can we please focus on the case, guys?" hotch interrupts with a deep sigh, rubbing at his forehead with an impressed glower.

"hotch, you're not surprised?" derek exclaims, sitll in disbelief.

"no, they told me 4 years ago," hotch states simply before turning towards jj. "now, we've had enough interruptions. the case? please?"

"we're going out for drinks, and you're telling us everything." emily demands, her index finger pointing directly at you. you can feel everyone's gaze turns towards you, snickering at how flustered you look - unable to meet their eyes as you cover your cheeks with your hands.

"i'm sorry?" spencer offers, his own shoulders hunching upwards."i can give you my entire sandwich?!"

"be quiet, spencer!"

[lizardboiii]

ANGER MANAGEMENT┃R. Sukuna

[Possessive!Sukuna x Fem!Reader]

・❥・

│Summary: Anger management was by no means your strong suit. No amount of lessons or prayers could change that. In fact, it feels like you’ve been doing a lot worse lately with the appearance of a new neighbor in your next door apartment.

“You're an insufferable bastard and I hope you move.”

“Eat shit and die.”

“Fuck you.”

・❥・

│cw: 18+, NSFW, violence, vulgar language, terrible humor

│w/c: 3.2k

│chapters: (i) (ii) (iii) (iv) (v) (vi) (vii)

│notes: NeighborsAU!, AncestorsAU!

・❥・

│Chapter I : IRATE

“You're an insufferable bastard and I hope you move.”

“Eat shit and die.”

“Fuck you.”

The pinkette moved to slam his front door shut before you caught the painted wood with your hand. Its pristine white coating had already started to chip away on the side where, like many other nights, you’ve managed to catch the door and pry it open.

You snarled at his annoyed expression, “I’m not finished yet, Pinkiepie lookin’ freak.”

The vein in his jaw pulsated as he looked down on your smaller figure in disgust, “Piss off, rat. I didn’t steal your fucking package.”

Your grip on his door tightened. The familiar feeling of hot burning rage once again coursed through your bones, “IT’S ONLY ME AND YOU ON THIS FLOOR, DUMBASS!”

He let out his own frustrated growl as he swung his door back open, almost knocking you off balance, “I DIDN'T STEAL SHIT FROM YOU, WOMAN!” 

The world felt like it slowed down for a moment. The feeling of your bottled rage finally reaching its limit. From the tips of your toes to the top of your forehead, you could feel the urge to punch, kick, and scream. A calling to let loose all your feelings you held inside.

Now normally this is where you’d remember your anger management lessons. Countdown from ten to zero, take deep breaths, and blah blah blah. 

But no. Ever since your fuckhead neighbor moved in next door your rage has been through the roof. From his overly obnoxious music taste, to his various romantic partners, you couldn’t catch a break. So, what if you let loose a bit?

Your fist swung before you could even think about the consequences of your actions. Sure, you’ve gotten into plenty of arguments with your new neighbor. But never once have you raised a hand.

The satisfying thump of a head recoiling against an open door made your heart race. The feeling to continue on, to fight, to destroy was overwhelming. Alas, no feeling could ever beat seeing the stunned face of a man who just took a punch to the face.

Swiping the blood from his nose, he glared at you with new vigor, “What the fuck?”

Another swing, this time your hand was swiftly captured in a brawny fist. You clenched your teeth in pain as he squeezed your smaller hand excruciatingly tight, his other hand capturing your shirt's collar.

You struggled against his holds, brow twitching in agitation, “Where the fuck is it?”

The scent of mint flooded your senses as he pulled your collar closer to his face, “I don’t have your goddamn package. Now give me one reason why I shouldn’t paint the floor with you right now?”

You tore your hand away from his weakening hold and flipped him off, “I’d like to see you try.”

“Brother?”

Surprised, you both turned to another, much smaller, pinkette. An almost identical copy of the asshole still clutching your shirt. Though, this one was a lot easier to get along with.

The larger man sighed deeply above you before letting you go, “Yuuji, why are you here so late?”

You grunted as he harshly shoved you back. Shooting your arm out, you caught yourself on the doors frame. Cocky fucker. Grinding your teeth together, you decided to spare your shit neighbor because of one reason only.

“Hey, Yuuji. How’s university?”

You could feel a dark stare on the side of your head, relentless and unwavering. Yuuji smiled brightly at you as he came closer to the door.

“Great! Professor Gojo totally let us slack off all day today!”

You threw a smug smirk at the man still glaring daggers at your head. How’s it feel to be ignored?

As if hearing your question his grip tightened on his crossed arms.

“Megumi, Nobara, and I went out for ice cream after class too. I didn’t think it’d take this long though,” Yuuji scratched the back of his head embarrassed.

You smiled at his shy form only to stop yourself when you noticed the man standing next to you smiling as well. Bastard. What the hell is he enjoying life for?

“I see. Alright, come on I made dinner,” his eyes trailed from Yuuji to you, “for two.”

You rolled your eyes at his hostility. Like you’d want to eat his food anyway. Knowing him it probably tastes like shit.

Not sparing a second glance at him, you waved goodbye to Yuuji and strolled back to your humble abode. A satisfying conclusion until you realized you never got your damned package.

・❥・

“I told you already, Mom. I’ve been getting better. I think my lessons are finally starting to work.”

“Are you sure, sweetie? You know if it ever gets too much again you can always come back home.”

You sighed heavily at your mother’s worried tone, “I’m very sure, mom. I mean come on, I just have one more day until my one month without an outburst!”

Your mother laughed slightly on the phone, but the thick layer of concern was still evident. Quickly dismissing any more of her anxiety, you wished her goodnight.

Shoving your cracked phone into your pocket, you hit the fourth floor button on your apartment complex’s elevator. With a quiet hum, the metal box slowly took you up to your floor.

The fourth floor was nice to live on. It was practically a penthouse. The reason being because you were its only occupant. Although, there was no sound reason for the building's vacancy, you just assumed no one in the area wanted to live in a second rate apartment. Especially when power outages were frequent.

That didn’t really concern you though. You had a home with zero people around. Not something you’d complain about.

Stepping into the outdated hallway, you took a deep breath of the stale air. Cracking a knuckle here, popping a joint there, you made your way to your lone room near the end of the hallway.

Automatically, your brows furrowed at the sight of large boxes decorating the floor around your door and the one next to it. You didn’t order anything.

Not so calmly making your way over to the mysterious boxes, you frowned as you realized the next door apartment’s door ajar. Neighbors?

A twinge of annoyance shot through your body before you quickly extinguished it. You thought back to the group lesson of today. The main focus was on allowing yourself to hear people out. Understand another person’s reasoning before you flip your shit. Having a ‘civilized’ conversation.

While someone moving in isn’t really what the lesson had been meant for, you figured you’d might as well give it a shot. Another step forward if you will.

Preparing yourself, you maneuvered around the scattered boxes in front of your new neighbor’s door. With a determined fist you knocked on the familiar white wood that matched your own. 

Movement could be heard coming from behind the door, yet there was no answer. Your jaw twitched as you knocked again causing whoever was moving to curse.

Just as you were about to knock again, the door violently flung open revealing a disheveled man. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have to pick your jaw up off the floor. 

The tall man loomed over your form threateningly. It was clear as day that you only reached the tops of his collar bones. An observation you confirmed after noticing the man’s lack of a shirt.

Speaking of which, you had to pick your jaw up again at the sight of a chiseled body. Saying he had the body of a god was no understatement. You could grate cheese on those abs. Even more striking were the strange black tattoos that marked his skin. You traced the thick black lines that covered his chest with your eyes. They only aided in the dark and mysterious vibe to him.

Begrudgingly moving your eyes up to his face allowed for a third drop of the jaw. Similar tattoos to his chest and arms only accentuated the sharp cut of his jaw. His eyes were a piercing deep red which matched perfectly with his surprisingly pink dusted hair. Did a Greek god just move upstairs next to you?

“Are you done checking me out yet?”

You felt your face burn as you glared at him, “I wasn’t ‘checking’ you out.”

A dangerous smirk pulled on his lips, “Listen, woman. I don’t have all day to play around with you. Get to the point.”

You felt a familiar rage spark in the pit of your stomach. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you threw him an exaggerated smile.

“I just wanted to stop by and introduce myself to my new neighbor,” you lifted your hand out in front of you for a handshake, “I’m (y/n) (l/n), I hope we can get along.” 

The man scoffed at you in amusement before taking your hand in his roughly, “Sukuna.”

The handshake was quick but firm enough for you to rub your hand after in soreness. The familiar twang of anger once again rose before you quelled it.

You clenched your fists, eager to just go back into your apartment, “I was wondering if there was anything I can help you with? With you being the new and only neighbor and all.”

You begged him in your head to say no. You weren’t sure if you could continue this ‘civil’ conversation for much longer.

“Sure,” you swallowed hard as he leaned against the door frame, “Do you know anyone decent enough to fuck around here or are there only women around here that look like you?”

You felt a cord snap, “What the fuck did you just say?”

A flash behind his eyes showed the clear amusement he was getting from your new attitude, “I said, is there anyone half decent enough to fuck around here or are there only noisy little pigs in this building?” 

You growled at his arrogance, “You’re one to talk, pretty boy. Do you normally piss off everyone you talk to?”

His smirk deepened, “Of course. Did you think you were special?”

Like a leaf in the wind your thirty day chip flew away from you. Bye bye progress. Back to the start you go~

White hot rage filled your senses as you poked a finger into his exposed chest, “YOU WANNA GO, ASSHOLE? THE FUCKS YOUR PROBLEM?”

Amusement slowly formed into irritation as he slapped your hand away, “You're even loud like a pig.”

You snarled at him, “Listen here you piece of shit, at least I don’t look like I crawled out of a fucking kids cartoon with that stupid ass hair color.”

Pissed, Sukuna stood to his full height and crossed his arms, “Watch your mouth, dwarf.”

You craned your neck up and shot daggers at him, “Watch your own mouth, motherfucker! God to think I was trying to be a helpful neighbor and see if you needed anything!”

“Helpful neighbor my ass. All you’ve done so far is yell at me in my own home.”

“We’re in the hallway, dumbass!”

Sukuna backed up and rubbed his brow, “I don’t have time to deal with a little kid's temper tantrum.”

As he slammed the door in your face, you caught the closing door by the edge, “I’m not a goddamn kid!”

Sukuna shoved the door closed harder “Then don’t act like one, bitch.”

Eventually his strength overpowered your grip and he flung the door shut. The sound echoed tauntingly throughout the hallway leaving you with your own thoughts.

You looked at your hands disappointed and sighed. Looks like you’ll need to wait another month, but with that asshole next door you weren’t sure if you could make a day anymore.

Greek god your ass, more like a curse.

・❥・

It’s been a month since your dear neighbor Sukuna moved in, and without fail you two have argued in that hallway everyday. Today was no different, though maybe you took it too far by punching him.

You groaned and rolled around on your bed. You felt bad but no way in hell were you apologizing. Burying your head in a pillow you screamed into it. Why was that prick such an asshole??

Sitting up in your bed you hit your pillow repeatedly against your worn mattress. All this stress and worry was making you antsy. After jumping the poor pillow, you threw it against your wall harshly. The pillow hit the plaster with a soft thump before making its way to the floor. You growled in annoyance at the wall your pillow hit.

That very wall was connected to what you assumed was Sukuna’s room. With the amount of noise that came from it every night it had to be. 

Though the first few nights he moved in it was quiet, after a week the noise of various rock bands leaking into your room made you bang on the wall in anger. Though you figured this only fueled the desire to infuriate you as he turned it up even louder.

Another contender for why you figured his room was next to yours was the fact you had to sit through multiple nights of him railing the shit out of some poor girls. The first night it happened you remembered blindly walking over to his door and slamming your fists against the wood. 

・❥・

“Rick, I'm in love with you!”

“My dear Isabella, I can not reciprocate. For I have already fallen in love!”

“With whom, my love??? That skank Isabell!?”

“No, it is… Steffanie.”

“YOUR HAMSTER?!”

You snorted at your daytime tv while shoveling popcorn into your mouth. Your friend had been right about this channel. It really was absolute nonsense.

You watched as the woman on the screen fainted into her former lover's arms. Wow. Imagine being left for a hamster. Shifting in your seat you paused when you heard a faint noise.

Turning down your television volume you waited. Nothing. Huh, maybe you needed to get your ears checked-

“Ngh~”

The popcorn situated in your mouth fell onto your bed silently. What the fuck?

“Harder!”

Now that's where you couldn’t pretend anymore. Was your new neighbor fucking someone right now? At 10am? On a Sunday??

Your question was quickly answered by louder and whinier moans. Listening closely, you could just barely register the deep grunts of a certain bastard neighbor.

Oh hell no. You were not about to sit here and listen to some fuck fest. Abandoning your comfy bed, you stormed out of your room and over to a familiar door. 

Seething with rage, you pounded against the door harshly. The wood shook and rattled at the strength used against it. You growled at the silence behind the door and knocked louder.

“OPEN UP, FUCKHEAD!”

The door finally ripped open revealing an aggravated Sukuna, “What the fuck do you want?”

Your eyes widened as you took a moment to take in his appearance. Pink hair laid messily against his forehead, an unusual look compared to his normal gelled up style. Though most concerningly, he wore no clothes other than a thin white sheet lifted up to cover his manhood.

Trying to conceal your blush, you fumed at him, “Keep it the hell down! I can hear the goddam thrusting.”

Sukuna’s face twisted into a grin, “Jealous your dried up ass gets no action?”

You slammed your fist against the hallways wall, “At this rate I don’t need any action when I feels like I’m in a fucking threesome.”

You shivered at the deep chuckle he let out. You watched as his eyes trailed your form, feeling exposed to his watchful stare. The action made you regret not throwing anything over your tank top and shorts.

“Threesome?” He licked his lips when he returned his gaze to your eyes, “I can arrange that if you're begging for it.”

A shift of the sheet caught your attention. Sukuna lowered the thin fabric allowing for more skin to show. You felt your face burn. So the carpet does match the drapes. 

You flinched at his mocking chuckle, “Though I’m kinda busy right now, mind coming back later?”

You let out a frustrated yell and thundered off, “J-JUST KEEP IT DOWN!”

Laughter followed you as you slammed your door shut and slid down the cool wood. Fuck.

・❥・

Shaking yourself out of the embarrassing memory you glared at the wall spitefully. Boiling in rage you threw your remote against the drywall. Piece of shit. 

A harsh knock back from the other side made you clench your fists. So now he wants to complain? You went to put your hand through the drywall and yank a kicking and screaming Sukuna through before you heard a grunt.

You furrowed your eyebrows. You swear to god if you have to sit through another bang session you would really get violent. Pausing for a moment, you waited to hear the usual high pitched sounds that came from his pick of the night. Nada. Slowly you crawled across your bed and pressed an ear against the wall.

Now, don’t get yourself wrong. You were not a creep in any way shape or form. Plus, this didn’t even count if it’s your wall right? You were just trying to figure out what he was doing. As a nice neighbor would.

A hushed groan made you flinch away from the wall before returning. Resting a hand against the wall, you felt your heartbeat pick up as your ears adjusted to the quiet noises. Was he-

A strained sigh confirmed your thoughts. You bit your lip as you leaned into the wall further. His sounds almost encouraged you to listen on. Against your will, the familiar feeling of heat between your legs rose. You clenched your thighs together, trying to get a hold of yourself.

You should stop. You should get up and leave the room. Even if you hate the bastard you're still invading his privacy. So why are you staying? 

A drawn out hiss pulled you back in. Like an incubus he drew you to him. Your hand slowly started tracing down your abdomen. Have you always felt this way? There’s always been tension but you’d always figured it was just to piss you off.

You shuddered as your hand crept its way under your waist band. You hesitated for a moment. Was this morally right? A rough curse from the thin wall wound you up again. Fuck, how could someone’s voice do this to you?

Shyly, you pressed a curious finger against your wet slit, dragging up against your heat to your throbbing clit. You let out a shaky breath as you started to rub timid circles against your bud.

Sukuna’s deep groans slowly became more aggressive, sending another throb to your lower half. You bit your wrist in an attempt to contain the needy moans that managed to escape. Quickly, your movements became more and more erratic as you chased your high. 

Eventually, Sukuna’s moans died out without you realizing. You were too focused on the pleasure you were indulging yourself in. You bit your wrist harder, drawing blood, as your hips grinded themselves onto your fingers. The thickness of your wrist barely contained your ragged breathing as you finally reached your peak.

Mouth agape, the cord in your stomach snapped as stars flashed in your eyes. Your fingers moved by themselves, helping you extend your high for even longer.

With a final gasp you leaned against the wall and pulled your hand out of your bottoms. The clear substance that coated them looked back at you with mockery. What the hell do you just do?

・❥・

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for mocking my math teacher?

a few months ago my school got a new math teacher. this would be fine, if not for the fact that one of the first things she did was ask me (14M) if something was going on at home. along with this, i wad also severely depressed.

not only that, she had told multiple kids that ADHD is not real/that its a myth. my friend (14F, we'll call her c) and i both have adhd, along with many other kids in our class. she just very clearly does not know how to teach neurodivergent kids and it pisses me off every day.

i also had a conversation with her that was like

her: youve been slacking... somethings been off these last few weeks...

me: yeah i did stop taking my adhd meds recently

her: nonono it was a few weeks ago

me: yeah i stopped taking them. a few weeks ago.

her: why?:(

me: well they stopped me from eating so

and she just. walked away😭

so today c and i were sat next to eachother, and c goes to get help with a problem we were both struggling on. c comes back and sits down without a word. a few minutes later, i notice the teacher is basically yelling across the room at c and gaslighting her. telling her that she hadnt said anything about the problem being wrong, blah blah blah.

so a bit later into the class, this teacher comes over to our desk to help me, and says something along the lines of "you guys were talking earlier, you need to focus more ill move you so you can focus better if you dont stop talking" ect ect. c speaks up and says "well its hard for me to focus anywhere" and the teacher just. denies her?? so i say "well we have attention deficit hyperactive disorder so its not really something we can control" and she just kind of. disagrees?? it was weird idk anyways she starts walking away and im mocking her in a low voice which i understand wasnt a great choice but also. she was being a bitch. so she turns around and says "see me after class you two..." like damn okay.

c is also an overachiever so she often goes in for help and a few times shes just been denied help and like ??? you literally offered her help why are you now taking this back

this teacher has also given us a test on the ladt day of the quarter on something that we had been learning for maybe a week or so and it was worth 100 points (tests = 90% of our grade, hw = 10%)

i understand that mocking isnt a great thing to do but this woman has hated me from day one so aita

[formulapookie]

💚💛

Sweet sound of you -> Under the cut franky/mig, 2.9k words smut

It’s been a long day.

Really fucking long day.

There were problems with a location for a concert, they didn’t want them to perform no more after their last show at Wembley Stadium, where Diggia decided bringing on an italian flag with written on it “It’s coming ROME” was the perfect idea in front of the british public.

God he’s gonna kill him.

One day he’s gonna kill all of them for all the headaches they cause him.

Bez and his stupid cult-like friends, Pecco with his “I’m not good enough if I don’t get the song right at the first try”, Enea and Diggia - he doesn’t even want to begin listing all the trouble they put him through, 

The only decently calm and collected ones were Cele and Luca.

Until they fucking decided to come out to the world as a couple without telling him first and he had to manage the situation.

As the manager of the band he was always overwhelmed with problems and issues coming from everywhere.

“Mig you need to book one more date” “Mig you need to order new instruments Bez smashed the last two guitars”

“Mig we need you to book better hotels these are shitty”

“Mig put me in the room with him, not with the other”

Blah blah blah.

All fucking day and night.

Now he finally has some time to himself.

Note really himself cause he’s sharing the room with his boyfriend but still close enough.

He wants, and needs to relax and he knows nothing gets him more relaxed than having a weed-powered orgasm, and dating a weed-smoker guitarist comes with a few pros in that field.

Mig drops his backpack next to the entrance, says hi to the cats and takes off his shoes.

The jacket gets unceremoniously thrown to the ground next to the backpack, he’ll think about it later.

He needs a shower.

As if God finally decided to listen to him, he hears the faucet opening, Franky must be getting ready to shower as well.

What convenient timing.

He almost trips over the guitar he left laying around as fucking always, and actually walks over some music sheets he’ll have to approve of later that week.

Last time he didn’t look at the song it was basically a porno, obviously Diggia had written it, God knows for who, and it fucking described a blowie.

“Franky? I’m back”

“Oh be careful with the guitar eh” “Yeah yeah I know”

Mig is taking off his cap and rings, doesn’t like to get 'em wet under the shower.

When he opens the bathroom door to shoot his shot and flirt his way into the shower he fails miserably, staring mouth agape and probably drooling even at the sight before him.

Franky, completely naked, which yeah, makes sense if he wants to take a shower, already half soaked from the water, hair loosely around and fucking drenched, a joint hanging between those lips who made him scream so much under the covers, hands fidgeting with the lighter they bought in Miami and he could just have a peek of what he needed more in that moment.

Franky sees him and smirks, managing to flick the lighter on and light the joint.

He always manages to get excellent weed somehow.

“Care to join me Andre?”

“Yes”

It’s pathetic? Yes He’s impossibly needy right now and just needs that dick inside him? Also yes Franky’s gonna tease him about it for years? Yes

“Hurry or I’ll finish the joint myself bimbo”

God he hated that pet name, just because he was a bit - ok no a lot - shorter they all messed with him.

“I’m - fuck come on come off - almost done”

He’s struggling with taking his shirt off, it got stuck in his necklace, he’s scrambling to get it off.

Suddenly there’s another body near him, pulling the shirt up without breaking the necklace and throwing it on the bed.

Mig lets out a small whimper when he sees Franky looking right at him.

“Hi” “Hi”

“Want a drag?”

“Yes please I almost killed myself today”

“Let’s not ok? Still need my favorite manager with me”

Mig blushes, because Franky might seem calm and shy and all those things, but as soon as they’re behind closed doors he shifts to this and he surely can’t complain.

He takes the joint and takes a few drags, the smoke hanging heavily in the stiff air of the room.

“Come on, get naked and join me in the shower”

“Can be a bit nicer about it”

“You like nice? Since when?”

And Mig blushes again, and takes another drag as he takes off jeans and boxers.

He leaves the joint in the ashtray and gets in the shower.

He barely makes it inside that Franky is already kissing him, warm water running down his back as he gets backed up against the wall, cold blue tiles in contrast with the heat’s pooling in his stomach.

“I love you”

“Mh love you too”

Franky moves so so slowly Mig thinks this could be torture, and gets into kissing his neck, soft plump lips against his skin, and it’s boiling hot at this point.

“Can I?”

“Yeah go on go on”

Franky always asks for permission to leave marks, especially if on his neck, he’d never want to do something which could upset the younger.

The only thing that could upset Mig now tho would be them not fucking, because he really needs a release and knows Franky probably does too, it’s been a week full of rehearsals for the Tour, and Franky has also been working on a few new songs.

“You smell nice”

“It’s the cologne you bought me”

“Yeah I know, that’s why you smell nice”

“You smell like weed”

“Mh you don’t like it?”

“Oh no I love it”

Franky smiles against his neck, kissing it again, before letting his hands wander all over Mig’s body, pressing his thumb right on the hickey he left on the younger’s hipbone in the morning.

“Don’t - fuck - not there”

“Why? It gets you horny”

“It gets you horny”

“You want me to stop?”

“Don’t you dare Franky”

He presses his thumb on the bruise once more before pulling Mig closer to him, their cocks brushing against each other at the move, making both of them moan.

“Can’t” Franky smashes their lips together again, moving a hand behind Mig’s thigh and pulling it up “stop wanting to kiss you”

“Please don’t”

They make out for another good five minutes, during which Mig gets shamelessly hard and his need just multiplies. 

“Do you think you need lube or are you still ok from this morning?” “I’m ok I’m ready Franky just fuck me. I need it”

“As you wish”

Franky lifts Mig up, it’s no big deal, like at all, not because Mig is not muscled or something, but he’s definitely smaller in height and frame, and it’s really easy for Franky to pick him up whenever.

And Mig fucking loves this. He’s always felt like being shorter and smaller was a disadvantage, something to be ashamed of, but with Franky he just felt protected by their difference, and he honestly couldn’t hide it was hot how Franky could basically lift him up with one arm.

The older pushes his dick inside, slowly, he knows despite going in the morning already Mig always needs some more stretch before actually getting fucked.

He feels so good, he’s basically built for him.

“Fuck”“Ok? Can I keep going?” “Yesyesyes please”

Franky thrusts up, it’s not comfortable per se as a position, but he knows Mig loves when he holds him there like he weighs nothing and just fucks him stupid.

Mig moans and to him it’s more beautiful than any music he can make with his guitar.

They kiss again, Franky picks up the pace and in a matter of minutes the only thing they can hear are each other’s moans, their skin slapping and the water running warm on Franky’s back.

“You’re big fuck”

“You never complain”

Mig laughs, and it gets interrupted by a louder moan once Franky moves to suck a hickey on his neck, marking him more than he did in the morning when he left marks all over his hips and thighs.

“I love -fuck- love how you get my mind off things” Mig’s breath is hot against his skin, hotter than the water dripping down his back, he’s got his arms thrown around his neck, hands holding on his back, trying to not slip away from the hold Franky has on him.

“You’d look sick with a tattoo on your back, you know that? Or if you actually got up the courage to pierce your dick. I’d suck you off every fucking day for eternity, you’d be so fucking hot”

“So I should get my dick pierced just because you’re a needy little boy and you need my dick to keep you happy?”

Mig whimpers at the words, he can feel Franky inside him and it’s so good, he never wants this to end.

Wants to get pinned to the bed as soon as they get out of here and get fucked again, he wants to forget all about work and the problems he’s got and just get fucked by him to an inch of his life.

“Please yes” “You know I’d do anything for you”

They’re kissing again, much more passion this time, much more raw need, much more excitement.

It’s not easy or practical to fuck like this, they both know, that’s why Mig would very much like for them to somehow have enough brain to at least move out the shower so Franky could bend him over the sink and fuck him there.

But right now none of the two is willing to separate, not even for a millisecond to breathe in some oxygen, they’re both running solely on lust and need.

“Don’t hold back Andre, I love how tight you get when you’re close, makes me go fucking crazy”

“Harder. Harder please”

Franky doesn’t wait to hear it a second time, he’s thrusting deeper, touching spots inside him that make Mig see stars.

He bites at Mig’s collarbone and draws out a satisfied moan, which just gets to his brain as a signal to keep going, harderdeeperfaster.

Mig’s hands move from his back to tangle in his hair, tug at them, play with his curls as he gets louder and louder with his moans.

God how he loves Franky’s hair.

When he cut them off two years ago he wanted to kill him.

He wants to have something to play with, needs to have them through his fingers when he gets fucked to an inch of his life, or when they lay in bed smoking and chatting.

He knows he’s close, he always gets there before Franky, but that just means Franky can still fuck him after he has came, and he wants that to happen so fucking bad.

“Close Franky so close fuck” “I know baby I feel it, what do you say I keep fucking you on the bed after you cum now?” “yes”

Franky smiles again, fucking into him enough to tip him over the edge, making him come all over both their abs with a chocked scream from Mig.

They untangle, Mig letting his leg slip down, his feet touching the ground and for a second he limps, he can feel his thighs shake, but he manages to gain back control immediately, starting to walk out the shower.

“Can you reach it on your own? Or do I have to help you?” “Not made of glass I can walk”

“I was just making sure I didn’t fuck you too hard”

The motherfucker is smiling, moving a hand on the small of his back and slightly pushing him towards the bedroom.

“You’re too nice to actually fuck me that hard” Franky raises an eyebrow in surprise, he’s never made Mig actually unable to walk because he doesn’t want to embaraìrass him in front of the others.

But if he asks. Who is he to say no?

“I wouldn’t talk like that if I were you, I just fucked you in a shower and you were already moaning like a bitch in heat”

“You can’t do any better? Fuck me properly until I can barely say your name?”

They’re close to the edge of the bed, Mig knows perfectly what game he’s playing, and honestly Franky doesn’t have time to play it, he just wants to fuck his boyfriend until he can’t speak anymore.

“Come on big guy you want to do something?”

“Get on the bed”

“Make me”

The half ounce of self control Franky still had in him gets ripped from his body as he not so gently throws Mig on the bed making him squirm.

He kisses the younger with force, almost imposing himself in a way he doesn’t usually do because he fears it’s too much.

But the way Mig acted earlier made him send his thoughts to hell and actually act on his wants.

And what he wants right now is Mig moaning and being completely helpless under him.

“Come on fuck me” it’s the only thing Mig manages to say in between kisses, or more precisely whatever they’re doing, Franky is basically eating his face and he’s just whining and complying.

Franky doesn’t even ask, he just brakes away from the kiss and flips Mig so he’s laying on his stomach, he does it as if Mig doesn’t fucking weighs more than a feather and it gets the younger lightheaded.

He feels a hand lifting up just his ass and knows he’s in for a really hard fuck.

Maybe he’ll get stupid enough he’ll actually forget about his problems.

Mig barely manages to realize the position he’s in that Franky is already pushing his dick inside him, they’re still wet from the shower, the sheets will be drenched with water but neither cares right now, they both want the same thing.

Mig whimpers at the sensation, and starts to moan right away as Franky moves, setting a deep and fast pace from the start, holding Mig’s hips up with both his hands.

The younger loves to feel smaller but god does the other love feeling bigger, broader, basically towering over Mig, who’s currently moaning at every thrust Franky does, hitting his prostate everytime.

“Mo-re please”

If Mig is still able to talk it means he isn’t doing a good enough job of keeping his mind from running around like a pinball, so he thrusts harder, tightens the grip on his hips.

He’s gonna leave a mark for sure, both there and everywhere he kissed before.

He moves a hand so it goes to rest on Mig’s nape, and at first just leaves it there, a warning he can do whatever he wants to him and he better be careful.

“Is it enough? Or you want more? You need me to fuck you more?”

The only answer he gets is a mess of moans and whimpers, meaning he’s doing great, but he still wants to remind Mig he shouldn’t disrespect him like that, and that in the end he’s the one getting fucked, not the other way around.

So he pushes Mig’s face onto the mattress, letting him just enough freedom to turn his head and breathe, before fucking him like a man possessed.

The only thing Mig can feel is pure pleasure and that slight side of pain that comes with Franky being big even once he’s stretched properly.

He can just moan and hope this goes on as long as possible, he wants the others to know Franky is with him, they all stare a bit too much when he takes off his shirt, they need to know he’s his, only he gets fucked like this by him.

He wants the marks to last forever, like tattoos on his skin, he wants to feel this sensation for days, going around knowing he made Franky snap and finally fuck him as he wanted him to.

He knows his boyfriend is getting closer to the edge, he can feel it in his moans, in the way his thrusts become irregular, understands it because Franky lowered himself to suck at the skin on his shoulder blade, and is grunting in his ears.

Mig is close too, so fucking much, he’d just need to hear Franky’s voice and he’d cum on the spot.

And that’s just what happens, as soon as FRanky gets closer to his ears and whispers the words “beautiful”, he’s coming, he’s barely got any voice left to moan properly, he just whimpers at teh release, and clenches around FRanky, who simply can’t hold back anymore, and comes buried deep inside Mig, still holding him face against the mattress as his mind clears in the post sex clarity.

He lets go of him, sees the mark he’s left.

It’s fucking red.

“sorry baby I didn’t mean to hurt you” “you didn’t - ah - you didn’t hurt me, you made me see fucking starts”

Mig sits up, turns towards Franky and he thinks he’s just fallen in love once again.

There’s a moment where they just look into each other's eyes, before kissing once more, sweetly this time, slowly.

“I love you” “Love you too”

[throttlethrow]

Distraction (Leedo)

Pairing: Oneus Leedo x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Rating: 18+

Summary: You go to the gym with Geonhak and get a little distracted.

Warnings: Semi public sex, unprotected penetrative sex (female), rough sex, face-fucking

A/N: I think it's a little self explanatory. He keeps sending thirst traps on Bubble, I go crazy. This was written in a few hours so excuse any poor writing.

You were always like this after a workout; keyed up and sensitive. Something about endorphins, adrenaline and blah blah blah but you always felt wet and needy after a good exercise. You took care of it yourself if your boyfriend was out but it was a treat when he was home. Your schedules never lined up so it was very rare to go to the gym together but you quickly realized that today was going to be... Unproductive.

You were supposed to be loading weights onto the barbell but you were distracted. Geonhak was at the rack next to you on a bench doing bench presses. His eyes were focused on the ceiling so you could stare without him noticing. The way his muscles bulged and rippled under his tight workout shirt with every press, the grunts of effort and his sweatpants draping over his hips- you diverted your eyes as soon as you saw the outline of his dick. You were already a few exercises into your session so you were a little keyed up but getting aroused at your boyfriend's dickprint? Embarrassing...

You turned away and finished loading up your barbell, tightening the latch on your weight lifting belt and positioning yourself with the bar on your shoulders to do a set of squats. Taking a deep breath to recenter yourself, you lifted the bar off the rack and squatted down with your back arched in perfect form. Up, 1, breathe in, back down. With your eyes trained on your reflection in the mirror you didn't notice another set of eyes focused on you. Exhaling, you straighten and count another rep. Breaking eye contact from your reflection, you finally notice Geonhak sitting on the bench and staring at you.

He smiles and says, "No, no, keep going!" Before you say anything. Continuing with your set, you could practically feel his eyes tracing the curve of your ass as you move.

The weight on your shoulders was a bit too heavy. Not enough to drop but you acutely feel you body protesting now that your focus is broken. You try to recenter your focus by staring at your reflection again but you shake as you stand straight from another squat. In a flash, your boyfriend moves to stand behind you. "Do you want a spotter?" He asks and you respond with a breathless "Please."

You squat again for another rep, locking eyes with Geonhak in the mirror who's standing behind you to catch the bar. The squat was completed with a bit of a struggle but you still stood strong. There's another problem though... It was nice of Geonhak to spot you but you were distracted by him. The heat rolling off his body and the intensity of his eyes makes you lose focus from your set again. Another squat down but as you try to straighten, it feels like your legs refuse to listen to you. A bolt of panic rushes through you but you feel immediate relief when the bar's weight lightens enough complete your squat. You feel the bar being guided to the hooks on the squat rack and slump forward once it's reracked, your hands still holding the bar.

Large hands move to deftly flick open the weight lifting belt and you take in a deep breath. "Good job, baby." Geonhak rumbles behind you, his hot hands resting on your hips. Another breath rushes out of you when you feel him lean in, his solid chest and thighs pressing against your backside. His hips- his half hard cock digs into your ass and you take in a sharp breath. "Sorry, I've been a little distracted..."

"Me too," you breathe and he chuckles. In the mirror's reflection, you watch him move one hand across your belly to press you tighter against him and the other cupping you through your leggings. "You're so wet already..." He whispers into your ear, fingers pressing the seam of your leggings into your folds and feeling you clench against the pads of his fingers. "Wait-wait!" You say in a rush, eyes darting around to see if anyone else was in the gym. It was empty which was why you both went around this time in the first place.

"There's cameras though-!" You gasp, squirming your hips against his fingers and fighting back a moan as he kisses your neck. "Mmh, okay." Geonhak says, voice raspy from arousal and he manhandles you away from the squat rack, leaving your water bottles and bags forgotten.

Geonhak gives you enough space to guide you over to the washroom, nearly pushing you in and locking the door behind him. Then he's on you, kissing and crowding you against the wall with his big, big hands gripping your ass. You squeal a little when he lifts you up and presses you against the wall, your legs wrapping around his hips. The hard shape of his dick presses into the crease of your cunt and you moan into his lips. The kiss feels almost feral with the way you both nip and lick at each other's lips. He ruts against you, rubbing your clothed bodies together and you grip tightly onto his shoulders. You love how big he looks and how he likes to manhandle you after a workout.

Shifting in his hold, you're only coherent enough to say, "Let me- Let me, ah!" before Geonhak understands and lowers you. You drop down to your knees as soon as your feet touch the ground, mouth already open and waiting for him to yank his sweatpants down. It bobs hot and heavy infront of you and you groan at the sight.

Your hands grab at his hips but he catches your wrists and pulls them up straight above your head. A choked moan tries to leave your throat when he moves his hips to press his dick into your mouth and you feel the back of your head touch the wall. The smell of his sweat and musk floods your senses. Geonhak pulls away to let you catch your breath but you chase after him with your mouth open and eager to swallow him whole.

"Baby- fuck!" He swears as you bob your head, sucking him with noisy slurps. You don't know what has gotten into you. Maybe it's the adrenaline from the pump but you suddenly feel desperate and needy. Maintaining eye contact with him, you can tell he was also crazy with need by his blown out pupils and heaving chest. The grip on your wrists tighten and your moans turn into choked noises as he starts to fuck your mouth. You want to touch yourself so badly, pulling at his hold and twitching against nothing. Everything gets a little hazy as you drop your jaw open for him to use, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth.

He pulls away with another swear and you cough once his dick slides out of your throat. You could barely catch your breath before he pulls you up and bends you over the sink, your hands catching the rim. Panting, you see the animal in the reflection. There's drool and precum all over your swollen lips, chin and sports bra. Your face is red from exertion and your hair is mussed up from rubbing against the wall.

A loud thunk snaps you out of your daze and you notice that Geonhak pushed the weight lifting belt off your hips before yanking your leggings halfway down your thighs. He swears when he sees that you're not wearing underwear, the inside of your leggings wet with slick already.

"I hate the panty lines..." you murmur, lips clumsy and numb from the face fucking. "Baby please..." You lean deeper over the sink and arch your back. "Please, please fuck me."

You hear a wounded noise behind you. "You know I can't leave you alone when you wear leggings anymore..." Big hands hold your hips and you feel his cock press against your hole. A shout punches out of your chest as he thrusts all the way in, your spit and slick making the glide easy. Geonhak groans in your ear and stills his hips for a moment before drilling you at a rough pace. You can barely keep yourself standing with the force of his thrusts lifting you onto your tiptoes.

All you can do is take it. Take his cock as he fucks you in the gym washroom. In the mirror, your reflection looks depraved with eyes half lidded and mouth dropped open. "You're so loud." Geonhak growls and holds your jaw. It's then when you realize that you've been babbling a string of, "Yes, yes, please, fuck, yes!" this whole time. Two thick fingers shove inside your mouth and you moan around them, eyes rolling when you feel them touch the back of your throat.

Geonhak slows down to fuck you in deep, deliberate thrusts. The size and thickness of his cock hitting all the right places in you. His fingers leaves your mouth and he rubs at your clit, making you squirm in his hold. His other arm wraps around you and he brings you up to his chest. The change in angle makes his cock hit something deep inside you that makes you squeal.

"Too much!!" Tears bead in the corners of your eyes from overstimulation but he just fucks you harder with your feet off the ground. There's nothing supporting you except Geonhak. His cock inside you, the arms around you, his hand at your clit and his firm body against your back. You're like a doll hanging off of him and you cum at the thought. Geonhak feels you tensing up, your body squeezing his cock tightly as you cum around him and he presses you against the mirror. It's an awkward angle with your back arched over the sink but you're too focused on the feeling of Geonhak thrusting in hard and filling you with his cum. Your hot breath fogs up the mirror and a print of your face and chest marks it.

Once he pulls out, your legs give out beneath you. You barely hold onto the sink as you catch your breath, legs crumpled beneath you and your hole dripping cum onto the tile below.

"You okay, baby?" Geonhak asks, kneeling behind you. "Mmhmm," you nod, still a little too out of it to properly respond. He does a once-over: tracing the bruises on your hands and hips, the drying drool on your chin and your leggings bunched around your knees. With a sheepish look on his face, he helps you up and sits you on the toilet.

"You did so well. During your workout and... Just now." He says as he wets a paper towel and dabs away the mess on your face and chest. You hum in response again, a small giggle bubbling at the end of it. Feeling a little needy for some closeness, you lean onto his shoulder as he massages your hands and wrists. Geonhak fondly huffs and places a kiss on your head, rubbing circles on your back.

Once you feel centered again, you lean back. "Will you be okay, now?" He asks, "Yes, baby. Thank you." You murmur and he stands up.

"Okay, I'm gonna grab our stuff and meet you at the doors. Take your time." He looks back once more before closing the washroom door behind himself to let you finish cleaning yourself up.

As you meet up with Geonhak at the gym's front entrance, you notice his eyes flicking down to your wrists. "What?" You ask with a smile.

"Mmh, nothing," he says but you know it's going to be a long night.

[sayuricorner]

Neglected Decepticon Heir AU - One-shot: The Birth of Ironshard

Warning: English is not my first language so sorry if it’s a bit confusing! ^^’

Here we go with a one-shot from my TFG1 AU: Neglected Decepticon Heir AU! ^^

This one-shot will be about Ironshard's creation and how he ended up in Starscream's and Soundwave's care!

If you had any question regarding the AU don’t hesitate to ask! ^^

And if you want to use this AU go ahead, just don’t forget to tag and credite me please! ^^

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Cybertron; Iacon; Decepticons's headquarters:

Starscream was standing in the throne room alongside Shockwave, a scold on his face.

The whole Decepticon army was present on Megatron's order for an “important announcement”.

This just made the SIC snort in disdain, he bet the fool came up with another stupid plan against the Autobots which will fail.

How pathetic! If Starscream was the Decepticons’s leader they would have won this blasted war long ago! 

He was keeping on rambling in his thoughts until Megatron finally appeared with Soundwave, to the Seeker’s confusion the Decepticon tyrant was holding something small wrapped in a purple fabric. 

Megatron walked toward his throne and turned around to stand face to face with his army before speaking in a booming and authoritarian voice.

“-Decepticons! Today a new step to our future victory against the Autobots has been made! With a few of our mechs I managed to infiltrate the depths of Cybertron to Vector Sigma right under those blasted Autobots’s noses and to bring to this world one important advantage to our cause which will ensure our enemies’s inevitable downfall!”

Blah blah blah! How many times Starscream had heard Megatron say that?

For all his great eloquence and strength, the old fool still had to give concrete results!

“-And so Decepticons! I present to you all the heir to the Decepticons’s throne!”

…

Wait what?

Starscream could only stare in shock with wide eyes as Megatron unwrapped the fabric revealing a little Sparkling in a black and purple armor, staring at the whole room with big red confused optics.

“-Behold Ironshard! The future leader of the Decepticons!”

WHAT?!

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“-A SPARKLING?! THIS SON OF A GLITCH CREATED A SPARKLING WHILE WE ARE IN A WAR AND STRUGGLING WITH ENERGON RESSOURCES? WHAT WAS HE THINKING?”

To say that Starscream was angry was an understatement.

Megatron could have done so many things during his infiltration mission to Vector Sigma: he could have created more soldiers, attacking and taking over Vector Sygma from the inside and gaining a big advantage over the Autobots or even steal the Allspark which was within Vector Sigma.

But noooooooo! Instead Megatron decided to pick the most wasteful option and by connecting his spark directly with Vector Sygma had created a Sparkling!

A Sparkling! A fragging Sparkling! Another mouth to feed when energon ressources aren’t high!

“-Starscream, we heard you ranting about it the 10 first times! And honestly, it’s becoming annoying!”

“-Oh don’t waste your vocal processor TC! You and I know dear Screamer is only pissed because now there’s a “Megatron Jr” around his chances to be “the new Decepticons’s leader” are now thinner!”

Starscream throwed a dark glare at his trinemates.

Thundercracker looked very annoyed while Skywarp was grinning at him as if his trineleader’s outburst was the funniest thing existing.

As much as he wanted to snap back, the Decepticon SIC knew that Skywarp wasn’t wrong.

For all his barking about potential resources problems, Starscream’s anger was actually about Megatron’s spawn’s own existence, or rather about the meaning of the spawn’s existence.

For a long time he planned and plotted to get rid of Megatron and take his rightful place as the leader of the Decepticons but now an official “heir” existing made his plans to be leader harder.

Why in Primus’s name does the universe always seem out to get him?

A noise from his com broke Starscream from his reflection and the seeker quickly picked up.

“-What is it?” He asked, annoyed.

“-Starscream: must come to Megatron’s quarters immediately: Megatron’s orders!” Soundwave’s robotic voice resonated through the com.

“-Very well! Tell “Lord Megatron” that I’ll be here soon!” Starscream answering with a tone drowning in sarcasm.

The seeker quickly closed his com and begin to walk through the door when he heard Skywarp laughing behind him.

“-Good luck Screamer! Don’t get too much on Megatron’s nerves!”

Starscream just sighed, and he was sure he also heard Thundercracker sighing at the same time, at his trinemate’s behavior before keeping walking toward Megatron’s quarters.

Whatever the old fool could have wanted with him, it couldn’t be any worse than everything happening today!

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“-YOU WANT ME TO WHAT?!”

He took back what he said earlier: it was worse!

“-You hear me right!” Megatron stated.”My heir needs to be taken care of and taught the Deceptions way to become a worthy leader in the future! But I have a war to win, Autobots to crush! I have no time for such trivial matters! That’s why you and Soundwave will take care of Ironshard and make sure he is properly educated!” 

He couldn't be serious? Him? Starscream? Taking care of a Sparkling?

It was outrageous!

“-Understood. Task accepted.” Soundwave stated in his emotionless synthetic voice.

“-Excellent!” Megatron replied, satisfied. ”Make sure he becomes a warrior worthy of the name! Make him strong! Ruthless! A worthy heir to the Decepticon cause and to my throne! I leave the details to you!”

“-Lord Megatron you can’t be serious?” Starscream whined.”I’m the second in command, I have way more important duties to do! I don’t have time to take care of a Sparkling!”

“-Are you refusing a direct order, Starscream?” Megatron asked.

“-No, no! Of course not.” The seeker quickly said.”I’m just saying that I don’t think it would be reasonable or even practical for me to raise your heir while being the second in command and the air force commander at the same time!”

“-And I don’t care about what your opinion is! You will raise my heir into a perfect Decepticon and that final!” Megatron told with a point of irritation in his voice.

“-But Megatron this is ridiculo- Ack!”

Megatron suddenly grabbed Starscream’s throat in a firm grip, the tyrant looking now angry.

“-I think I haven't been clear Starscream: I ORDER you and Soundwave to take care of MY HEIR and to ensure his education to teach him the Deception way to make him worthy of being the future Decepticons leader and unless you want a reminder of who give the orders in this army, you will do as I command!”

He then squeezed his grip making the Seeker agonize in pain.

“-Am I being clear?”

“-Y-yes… Cr-crystal clear…” Starscream articulated with difficulty.

Satisfied with the answer Megatron dropped Starscream on the floor.

“-Good! Now leave! I have a war to win and you and Soundwave have an heir to look after!”

“-... Yes, “Lord Megatron”!” The SIC said, his voice full of venom while rubbing his sore throat before leaving with Soundwave.

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Starscream’s mood was sour when he and Soundwave, with Laserbeak on Soundwave’s shoulder, got to Ironshard's “nursery”, well, if you could call it a nursery.

The room, bathing in darkness with only a little light barely illuminating the center of the room, was sparsely decorated, with only a makeshift crib and playpen.

The sound of machinery could be heard in the background in a constant “hum” and the air thick with the strong smell of oil.

Not really a decent room for a Sparkling’s nursery, then again, with the war going on and the energon ressources problems they were facing, the Decepticons didn’t had good accommodations in a long time. So, it was not surprising that this wouldn’t be any different for a Sparkling’s room.

Said Sparkling was in the “crib” looking at the two adult Cybertronians with big round curious red optics.

The Sparkling, Ironshard Starscream recalled, in Megatron's hand looked tiny, but now Starscream could look at him closer the Sparkling seemed bigger than the few Sparklings he had seen in Vos back on Cybertron before the war.

Then again, considering who his creator was, Starscream can guess it was pretty normal for a grounder Sparkling to be bigger than a Seekerling of the same age.

Still, this was not changing the ridiculousness of the situation!

“-This is preposterous! I’m the Decepticons SIC and air commander! I should be planning for the next battle against the Autobots, not be some kind of… of glorified nanny for a scraplet!”

“-Megatron’s order: non-negotiable!; Ironshard: heir of Megatron and future of the Decepticons!; Ironshard's upbringing: primordial for the cause!”

The Seeker sneered at the TIC with scorn.

Of course Soundwave would defend Megatron's orders and his “little project”, what expecting else from one of Megatron's favorites lapdogs?

A series of clicks and chirps get his attention and Starscream looks down to see Ironshard looking at him and doing a “pick me up” motion.

“-Oh no! No no no no! Nope! Absolutely not! If you think for one moment that I will indulge you with cuddles you’re wrong!” 

The Sparkling only insisted harder, he even began to whine in a tone which looked like a demand.

Soundwave made a disapproving sound as if it was to criticize Starscream’s behavior.

“-Don’t start with me Soundwave! We have been ordered to take care of him and educate him to become “a Decepticon worthy of the name” not to coddle him and being all mushy-mushy, we are not bleeding-spark Autobots!-”

“-”Starscream! Soundwave! The Sparkling is climbing the crib!” Laserbeak’s alarmed screams startled them both.

They quickly turned their heads, their optics went wide in alarm at the sight of Ironshard having climbed the crib…

And begin to dangerously tumble.

Starscream and Soundwave both let out a panicked scream and the Seeker quickly throws himself to catch the Sparkling before he could fall.

In a panic frenzy, Starscream examined the Sparkling from head to toe for any injuries and loudly sighed in relief once he was sure Ironshard was fine.

He heard behind him Soundwave letting out a relieved sigh and Starscream then turned back his attention toward a bubbling Ironshard with an angry scowl on his face.

“-WHAT THE FRAG WAS THAT YOU LITTLE GLITCH?! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN SERIOUSLY HURT AND THEN MEGATRON WOULD HAVE SCRAP ME TO DEATH FOR THAT! SERIOUSLY DID YOUR CREATOR FRAGGED UP SOMETHING DURING YOUR CREATION AND MADE YOU-”

The little Sparkling, completely oblivious of the Seeker’s anger, took profit from Starscream having brought him closer to him to give him a hug and let out happy content chirps which made Starscream stop dead his angry diatribe to look at the Sparkling for a few seconds realizing something in a very big confusion.

Did… Did the little scraplet voluntarily climb the crib to push him to hold him in his servos so he could cuddle him? 

Oh that cunning little!- 

The seeker let out a big frustrated, tired sigh.

“-Online for not even a solar cycle and you're already as stubborn as your sire!” 

The Sparkling only cooed and kept snuggling against the seeker’s platting.

“-Query: beginning of operation: Sparkling caretaking?” Soundwave interrupted his thoughts.

The Seeker started at the TIC before sighing and narrowed his optics at him.

“-Very well! But let’s be clear, Soundwave! If we’re to raise him, we’re going to do it on my terms so he will not become some foolish brute like his creator! So like this when I’ll be the Deceptions leader he will!-” Starscream paused for a few seconds, thinking of what he just before his faceplates morphed in realization, his optics staring at the Sparkling.

Yes, of course! Why didn’t he think about this earlier?

He is going to raise  the heir of the Decepticons’s throne, the future of the cause, a blank canvas he can shape into his vision!

Well, sure Soundwave will participate in the upbringing but the main thing here is a Megatron will have no part in it!

He will have no say, no influence, not even a little input, the old fool preferring focusing on the war rather than educating his own heir into becoming a Decepticon leader, leaving to Starscream total free reign to raise the scraplet-no! Ironshard how he wants and turning Megatron’s so-called legacy into his own!

And when Starscream will finally dethrone Megatron and take his rightful place as the Decepticons leader, he will then make Ironshard HIS heir and secure HIS legitimacy and legacy!

Yes! YES! THAT WAS IT!

With this plan, he will crush Megatron in every way possible! This will be his greatest victory against him!

It was perfect!

A sly smile appeared on Starscream’s face, he then cradled Ironshard in his arms, making sure the Sparkling was comfortably settled.

“-Well little one, looks like I’m going to be stuck with you! So, let's see what we can make of you, shall we?” He said as he tickled Ironshard’s chin with one of his digits.

The Sparkling giggled and playfully grabbed the digit, an action which made Starscream’s expression slightly soften before he quickly recomposed himself.

“-Hum-hum… Well let’s begin with those lessons! Listen closely, Ironshard. Lesson number 1: Always watch your back, especially around your dear old sire!”

Soundwave just sighed at the scene, Laserback on his shoulder just started at the Seeker with annoyed optics.

This co-mentorship is not going to be easy. 

[dimesdimesdimess]

I mean, since his appearance on monsters lyle and erik menendez netflix, people are curious to know who is this guy, people start to do some kind of investigation into his past (Bc he's a very good actor and handsome of course 🤗) and they express their opinions on their opinions against him or his girlfriend (about cheating rumor with the actress of general hospital or insecure girlfriend whatever), Tiktok, his neutral/serious behavior in some interviews, and blah blah blah... You know, all this bullshxt that fans says almost every moment on the Internet and social networks

As a fan, if i like an artist, i support him and his work, to what he can bring to the art. I really appreciate Nicholas' acting but then i really don't care about his private life, if he's in a relationship or not or whatever. For me i see an actor who has a lot of potential and who deserves to receive an award for his acting in his film projects, same for Cooper Koch, they can do something bigger (as i can see Nicholas the next Patrick Bateman from American Psycho for example😁)

According to the story about the t-shirt that would seem similar to the t-shirt that the real Lyle Menendez wore, it's true that it was a little clumsy on his part but im not going to make a scandal by boycotting it or cancelling him like that as everything is allowed, you know what i mean ? And especially the story, the little kiss between him and the actress Chloe, i understand it's kinda weird but come on then it was the premiere of the series, it was an evening filled with enthusiastic events

I'm just saying that we have to be more coherent and logical abt this, instead of always wanting to look for the little move and make a Hollywood Gen Z drama for nothing, like he's a huge mistake (Today's fans are a bit unbearable i think)

And they have no interest in making hateful comments or messages about him, especially about his and Cooper's performance on the show (blame Ryan Murphy who portrayed the Menendez brothers' case) it's just my thoughts

anon - 🌸

I thought I responded to this but I guess I didn’t lol.

But I do agree with you on things. I personally don’t think Nicholas owes us a thing. I know he struggles with anxiety and it’s pretty obvious from his interviews and appearances alone. So I think people really need to give him some grace. I don’t think people understand this kind of fame is different than soap opera fame. Drastically different. It’s so obvious he’s not use to this at all and doesn’t know how to really handle or navigate it yet. Where Cooper has been doing this for so long that it’s easy for him.

So has Nicholas done things that may have people looking at him a little differently? Sure. I stand by the fact that he shouldn’t have taken that picture with those two guys dressed as the Menendez brothers. But I’m also not going to take that moment and decide he’s a terrible person. I don’t think Nicholas is a bad person at all. The fact that people do is crazy to me. Are we not allowed to make mistakes anymore? The fact that people are getting so upset as if they know this man personally and his life. We don’t. Honestly, a lot of people should maybe step back and just focus on his work if they can’t handle him as a person because the things I’ve seen being said about him is crazy.

I do know the shirt he wore that is the same as Lyle’s was actually a shirt the entire cast was given. So if people are mad about that.. I’m even more concerned because everyone has one. If they didn’t like what the back of the shirt had I would blame Ryan Murphy.

People keep talking about how he hasn’t made any statements about the Menendez brothers or he doesn’t support them. Which isn’t true at all. In the new German magazine he did a photoshoot for he literally talks about them. I’ll share some screenshots of it. Because I really need people to stop that narrative that he doesn’t believe them or care about them. Just because he wasn’t so outspoken about it doesn’t mean that’s true. You see Cooper outspoken about it and suddenly Nick is a bad person for not. Then onto him not going to see Lyle. He didn’t need too. But also did people ever stop to think how odd it may have been for him because he knows he didn’t portray Lyle correctly. I feel like he probably didn’t feel like it was right for him to do so. That’s okay. He doesn’t owe us that.

But I can’t wait to see what else he does because he is a phenomenal actor!!

But here’s the screenshots from a TikTok about the things he’s said about the brothers and Lyle.

[primatechnosynthpop]

You're sitting down, hoping you can get through one peaceful breakfast without being accosted about what brand of dairy products you use, when a lilting sound from outside catches your ear. Immediately you stiffen. Something about that noise sends a shiver down your spine, and that's even before you realize it's your neighbour singing.

Ernest is no stranger to singing ("you've been looking for news on all the wrong stations" still pops into your head unbidden now and then, much to your chagrin) but it's usually a lot further off-key than this, which is why it takes you a moment to pinpoint his distinctive drawl. Already grimacing, you cast a furtive glance out the window to see how close he is. Hopefully you can shut the blinds before he notices you. Not that that's ever guaranteed to stop him.

What you see is not what you expect. Ernest is in your yard, alright, making his way toward your open window, but it's different. There's always a certain cartoonish flair to his gait, but today it's dialed up from the norm. His hips swivel as he marches, arms swinging in wide expressive arcs, and every few steps he twirls on the spot or even leaps in the air. He's dancing, you realize with mounting incredulity. And, alright, you've seen Ernest dance before too, an awkward shuffling approximation of tap. This is not that. His movements here are simultaneously far more graceful than what you've come to expect from that clumsy oaf, and yet strangely jerky. It's... unsettling.

"Hey, Vern!" he sings, spreading his arms out as he spins to a stop right in front of your window. "Today's your lucky day, I knew you wouldn't wanna oversleep, Vern."

It's a gratingly peppy tune. You cover your ears with a scowl.

"We only do this once a week, Vern..."

Actually, no, forget covering your ears. That's not enough to block out the tune. What you need to do is close the damn window. But when you move to do so, Ernest swoops in to catch it and hold it open, pushing back against your efforts with impressive strength. He keeps bobbing up and down in an insipid dance all the while, grin unwavering with teeth so pearly white they almost glimmer blue.

"Me and all the other guys, Vern!"

With this he steps to the side and makes a triumphant flourish, and your blood runs cold at the sight of at least a dozen people lined up on your front lawn. You recognize most of them-- other marginally less annoying neighbours, or just folks from around town. As far as you know, most of them aren't much fonder of Ernest than you are. They're all dancing in step, following Ernest's lead.

One man holding a pie jumps to the front of the line and pirouettes, spinning the pie above his head. "We even brought the pies, Vern!" the chorus belts.

Alright, what the hell is going on here?! Whatever it is, you want no part in it. Ernest is still singing, something about a story and a moral and a big trip double dip blah-blah-blah. He's still got one hand holding your window up. Gritting your teeth, you square your stance and put all your strength into slamming that window down.

"WAAAUGGH!"

Now there's a sound you recognize. Ernest's singing and dancing breaks off, the rest of the crowd's along with it, as he hops in place and struggles to pull his hand free. His fingers wriggle so fast you can't be sure, but for a moment you think you catch a glimpse of blue liquid trickling down his hand. Then that hand comes free, and you waste no time locking the window shut and closing the blinds. You do the same with the door. After a moment you can hear the singing start up again outside, muffled now, but you tune it out. You're not letting that freakshow in your house today.

Belatedly you realize what must have gotten into Ernest. The other day he popped up your ladder while you were working on the roof and waved a couple tickets in your face.

"Heyyy, Vern!" he drawled-- a singsong tone, but not a literal song-- with a cheeky expression and smarmy tone to match. "Guess who's got tickets to see Mammia Mia at the old Starlight Theater. Yeah, Vern, I've got two tickets right here. I bet you'd like a ticket, huh, Vern? Wouldn't you?"

You really didn't want one-- musicals aren't exactly your thing. But since he was shoving them right at you, you went to grab one just to get him out of your face. Of course, as soon as you did he retracted the tickets with a scolding cluck of his tongue.

"Yeah, I bet you do, Vern. It's the big event everyone's been dying to see. Gosh, I wonder who that girl's father is." He paused for a moment, staring off into space and drumming his fingers against the top rung of the ladder, before snapping back to you with a dopey grin. "Hey, you ain't the father, are ya? Boy, that'd just be something. Well, guess you've gotta go see the show to find out, knowhutImean?"

You ended that conversation by kicking him off the ladder. The tickets went flying from his grasp as he fell, and one of them is probably still stuck up on your roof now unless the wind has blown it away. You hope Ernest paid extra for the lost ticket and couldn't get a refund. He deserves to lose a bit of money for how extra annoying he's become.

(Ernest was always easily influenced by the media he took in, but that doesn't explain the backup dancers. You try to convince yourself that part was just your imagination.)

You stay inside your house that day, doing odd jobs like fixing the TV (it takes longer to fix without your neighbour barging in to point out the wire with a short in it) or using your exercise machine (you just have a little less motivation to get in shape when he's not making jabs about your body). Late in the afternoon it rains. You're peering through the blinds, wondering when your wife will get home from work, when you see him.

He's alone this time, standing at the end of your driveway. Just standing there, not dancing. His mouth is moving, though, and when you peer through the drizzle you can read his lips, almost make out a song.

"Gee, I'm glad it's raining... there's always something to be thankful for."

The rain picks up and it rolls off the brim of his downturned baseball cap, creating a waterfall veil around his head, and you can't make out what he's singing anymore. It's a lovely song, though. Somehow you can just tell. It tugs not just at your heartstrings, but at the back of your head, pulling you in. You go to the door, open it just a bit without undoing the latch, and lean out to catch those mournful notes carried on the breeze.

"I sure am glad it's raining; the gentle rhythm soothes the pain inside." Again, his voice is nicer than it should be. It carries well, too-- he's projecting. Ernest always did have a stagelike presence. "I'm glad the stars aren't shining; a wounded warrior needs a place to hide."

You think of his fingers caught beneath the window frame and gulp, your own hand twitching against the doorknob. That liquid you saw staining his hand earlier-- it looked blue, but maybe that was just the lighting playing tricks on you. It could have been red. You could have really hurt him.

"I thought I had found someone I could count on 'till the end..." Slowly, he trudges up your driveway. His head is tilted down, posture slumped in defeat, hands tucked behind his back. Your lungs are tight as you stand there watching him, and only when he's less than three feet away do you think to step back inside. "What they wanted was a hero..." He comes to a stop outside your front door and raises his head to stare through the screen with big blue mournful eyes. "All I needed was a friend."

Your heart squeezes. As much as you loathe to bring this up around polite company, you and Ernest go back a long time, and you didn't always resent him. You were... actually friends, once. A long time ago. You still wish he hadn't chosen to communicate through song today, but you get what he's trying to say. You've betrayed him. Cast aside that precious friendship. Shut him out.

"Gee, I'm glad it's raining..." He sings again, voice trembling now, and his shoulders start to shake.

You can't help it. Your hand is already on the doorknob, and soon the other is sliding open the latch and then the lock, and you let him in. Ernest is dripping wet when he steps inside, all over your nice carpet, but right then you don't care. He's shivering; he needs to warm up.

"Gee, Vern, thanks for letting me in." Ernest smiles up at you, eyes so bright they almost seem to gleam. Something swells in your chest but you're not sure what. "And you know what, I've got just the thing to repay you." With a rapid-fire flourish he takes out what was hidden behind his back and presents you with a pale yellow soda can, its distinctive logo splashed across the front. "Ta-da! Take a sip, Vern-- make the Mello Yello move."

You're a bit taken aback by the soda's sudden entrance into this equation, and despite hearing many an enthusiastic pitch from your neighbour, you generally still prefer Mountain Dew. Still, Ernest doesn't snatch the can away when you reach for it, so you take that as a sign your relationship is moving in the right direction. Maybe it really isn't too late to patch things up with Ernest. You go to crack the Mello Yello open-- to your mild surprise, it's open already-- and take a swig.

The soda fizzes harshly going down your throat. You cough and smack your chest a couple times. Then something strange happens. A dizzy, almost nauseous feeling sets over you. Your throat constricts and you cough again, nearly losing your balance as your legs abruptly buckle. You catch yourself against a nearby cabinet for support. Ernest watches all this with a smile that only widens when you raise your head to shoot him a frightened look, choking on the questions you want to ask.

"You let me in, Vern, so now I'm returning the favour," he drawls, taking a step toward you. "By letting you in-- to the Hive!"

The Mello Yello can crumples in your hand as your body spasms. The foamy liquid dribbles onto your carpet and you come away with something else in your hand-- something blue and gooey. Something like the stain that you can now clearly see on Ernest's fingers where the window slammed shut on them earlier. Like you can see in the back of his throat when he leans over you, face inches from your own. You drop to your knees. Whatever you swallowed is bubbling up inside you, consuming you from the inside out.

The last thing you see before your body stops being your own is Ernest, or whatever is wearing his skin, leering down at you with a blue-tinted grin that stretches wider than the limits of human muscle.

"Your apotheosis is upon you, Vern! KnowhutImean?"

[missjoolee]

I Feel the Rhythm In My Heart

Here is an idea i had but will likely never get around to properly writing. Enjoy :)

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Julie learned piano from her mom and therefore couldn't play it when her mom died. but she had learned the basics of guitar from her and then more complicated things from trevor later so it had less of a connection to her mom. so when she was struggling in the music program, almost kicked out, she switched to guitar and discovered it was easier to get back into playing and performing that way. She couldn't feel her mom sitting right next to her like when she sits on the piano bench.

anyway. she masters the guitar and becomes a studio guitarist for other peoples music, still not doing her own (not publicly at least)

on the otherside of the country, in the middle of their North American tour, Sunset Curve arrives at the venue when Bobby drops a bomb on them. "he's leaving the band effective immediately"

there is arguing, arms swinging, when an uber shows up and Bobby just leaves. he has all of his stuff in one bag and he has his guitar and they realize that he had to have been planning this if everything of his fits so neatly, so quickly, into an uber 30 minutes after they arrive.

not sure what to do, they debate cancelling the show, but music is how Luke copes and he will not let bobby ruin their music for him, or tarnish their name by making them cancel last minute. So he convinces Alex and Reggie to go on with the show, they just have to discuss which songs they can do without a rhythm guitarist. Figure out what changes they can make to fill in the gaps. but it's looking kind of dire when the guitarist from one of their opening bands approaches and says that, at least for today, he could fill in on some of the songs as best he could. he's been hearing the music every day for the last 20 days in a row and knew it from listening to the studio albums too.

So they have a plan to get through that night but they need to figure out something for the rest of the tour or they will have to admit reality and cancel the rest of the tour.

Their management calls around asking about known touring guitarists that could possibly join, but they are all booked up and there isn't a way to puzzle their free days together to make a cohesive schedule that doesn't have major gaps of uncovered days. that's when julie gets contacted about leaving the studio and performing.

Either someone desperately contacts her from their label's team, or one of the guys dm's her on tiktok where she posts guitar covers or something. but she decides to help out and goes on the rest of their tour with them as rhythm guitarist.

if it's the guys, Reggie sends the dm. maybe he would have found her by happenstance on his fyp, or maybe alex heard something that sounded cool and sent it to reggie (because luke isn't on tiktok) and reggie started following her because he recognized the skill, but they pull up her profile and force luke to watch before all three agreeing she'd be perfect

and julie arrives and is so short

when she arrives she maybe does a smol "audition" of one of the songs to show off her thoughts for it, and luke pulls the guys aside for "one second. Just one second!"

and he's like 'omg that is who we hired to perform with us?" all quiet. "she's..." "yeah, she shorter than I thought she would be" Reggie says not very quiet at all. "omg height does not determine talent!" alex is done with them. Reggie looks at Alex confused "I never said it did" Meanwhile Luke is going fuck fuck fuck she is amazing internally julie clears her throat. "you know i can hear you guys, right?"

blah blah blah. music happens, chemistry oozes, juke fall in love. but at the end of the tour, decisions have to be made.

Julie was a bandage to their immediate problem, but do they want to fix it in the long run?

do they want to find a permanent replacement for bobby? do they want to stay a trio? do they want to stay sunset curve?

having spent a month and a half in close proximity to Julie, they know the powerhouse that she is. She does backing vocals, they've seen her mess around with Reggie's keyboard, and Luke has seen her writing/they've maybe written together (not for SC) though. Also, she just meshed well with the rest of them from the get go. What should have been awkward close quarters on the tour bus really wasn't because she enforced boundaries from the start and then it felt like they'd known each other for years. Luke doesn't want to lose that. Neither does Julie, but she really isn't interested in being a rhythm guitarist long term. But she won't deny the thrill of performing that has reawakened in her. of the magnetic pull of the music that drives her closer and closer to the rest of the band, but especially Luke.

I think it takes some time. With the band maybe taking a "break" in the public's eye. but eventually they convince Julie to start a new band with them with new songs.

and when they play shows as JatP, every so often, Julie will get up from her keyboard and put a guitar on, playing an SC song as a nod to the month they met, but also for all the fans that were SC fans originally. They can still sometimes hear a favorite song by a band they loved.

[loveislandthegame]

thoughts on todays volume! in case you are unaware, android users got to play the volume very early, while ios users were given a late release. lmao. (i have both ios & android, but my phone is old & i didn’t want to add “slideshow frame rate” to a game that’s already glitchy af) somehow i managed to escape the horde of unmarked spoilers 🙏🏽

first off, felicity is stunning !!! i'm surprised she had an actual sprite rather than getting the zeph & cassius treatment . if she's not coming back that's such a waste of a really cool & pretty design

friend is really generous, jin . i get OG LI is trying to be nice or whatever but be so fr 😭 the only thing that sienna has been is a boring antagonist, she’s not shown not one single ounce of personality besides being delulu and coming at MC sideways (and it’s mainly because FB now struggles with writing multi-faceted characters…which is why they have AI allegations in the first place…)

speaking of delulu : theo , girl... how many times do i gotta tell you i'm all in on claudia unless they actually let us be poly at the end

MC somehow came out unscathed in movie night, plot armor for the win ! the guys pull MC for a chat before the boy's choice recoupling. the pit in my stomach when i read that.

theo flirts again, but this time our responses are flirty, rude af, or "you should focus on claudia." i didn't want to pick any of these but i picked the flirty one because at first i thought it could be "jokingly" said. interestingly enough, he says something among the lines of how he didn't expect MC to be interested in him because she's with claudia . i didn't want that to bite me in the ass later so i just replayed and picked the rude option (so it seems that it's "canon" for theo & claud to simultaneously crush on MC? at least if she's bi/pan etc.)

i saw this coming but still, this has to be a joke … 😭😭😭😭😭

there’s like what, three volumes left ? unless FB decides to drag this out with a “season 8.5,” this should’ve been a players choice recoupling (hell, it technically could've still been boys choice, with MC getting first pick for winning the heart rate challenge, or because she was selected by the viewers, literally anything lol)

it'd be one thing if OG LI was like, "i chose you because i wanted to keep you safe . even if we're not meant to be, i still care for you, i want you have a chance with the one you want," blah blah blah, but FB never lets us be in a friendship couple, he's just gonna keep pining for MC ... moving on

i forgot to screenshot the first part but it was basically claudia fantasizing about her and MC living in a huge house like the villa, MC was like "how are we gonna afford that"

my MC is a musician, so cuteee

i...what ? 😬 genuinely , what . i read this like 5 times and i still don't understand. unfortunately he did couple up with me, that's why i'm forced to hang out with claudia in the damn shower instead of being out in the open with her . somebody get this grandma to bed

i kinda love the cowgirl outfit. it's terrible, but i love it in a kitschy way . also i just kinda went with it because the mermaid outfit was clipping through MC's braids (as you can see the hat has some weird layering issue, but it's the lesser of two evils)

claudia's outfit wasn't paywalled, and i didn't get the gem option to give jin the viking outfit so he came out looking like this lmfaooooooo

okayyyyyy cowboy carter!

logan arrived way too late imo. again, unless FB plans on extending the season (or he's not romanceable ?) people who get with him are gonna get less time than oliver, angie, youcef romancers. you know how little time that is ???

as for the whole hazel and liam thing ... horrible. , she really deserves better, like me 💋 

[kitxkatrp]

I....am severely struggling today. The bedbugs have come back for the hundredth time. My arm is swollen and itchy, but I've been treating it. My brain is also not functioning right. I have been having trouble focusing on anything. Even watching youtube videos. I start one and then my brain goes blank and I click off a few minutes in.

I'm basically just sitting here like blah in a state of bad mental health.

I am so glad I turned down my queue so it would last a lot longer cause I already have over 30 drafts again and no will to do anything right now. I'll get to it eventually, just...not today.