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forbidden, 박성훈
pairing/warnings: 6.4k,, sunghoon x f!reader, brothers best friend, smut, jake and his sister are lowkey spoilt children!!
a/n: my og bias!!! i love sunghoon so so much omg, literally the prettiest boy ever.. hope i did him justice with this trope cause school is kicking my butt😓
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It wasn’t a secret to say that you wanted your brothers best friend.
You remember the day that Jake brought him over to your house. He was skinny and awkward looking but Jake, the ever-giving saviour, took him under his wing.
Sunghoon truly was innocent before he met Jake. Your brother corrupted him, turning him into a carbon copy of himself.
One time you asked him if he ever missed his old self and he responded harshly asking if you were crazy. Who knew that adopting a fuck boy persona could change a person so drastically..
Sunghoon was over at your house constantly, after school every day, every weekend, every holiday. You were convinced he didn’t ever spend a dinner at his own house.
At first it annoyed you because having two Jake’s at home wasn’t very appealing, but you knew that there was still a part of the old Sunghoon, deep, inside his now cold heart.
Your senior year was an absolute whirlwind, no annoying Jake to pester you and complain about your outfits, no claims that you were slutting yourself out to get the attention of his friends, no Sunghoon.
You didn’t really miss Jake’s presence while he was at university but you truly did miss Sunghoon.
Maybe that’s why you began to act out, screaming at him when he spilt milk down your top (you’d pushed him), calling him every name under the sun and ultimately teasing him relentlessly.
Jake pretended to be oblivious, ignoring your shouting as he focused on the video game in front of him.
He wanted to enjoy his summer, not deal with your new excessive stress reliever.
When he heard Sunghoon start screaming back at you, he got up with a loud groan.
He grabbed your arm, dragging you away from the kitchen.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he glared.
“He spilt milk onto-”
Jake was seething.
“Shut it.” he threatened. “Stop messing with Hoon and go clean up your mess. Dinner will be ready in 40.”
You grumbled under your breath as you stormed up the stairs.
Your parents were on yet another trip, claiming that they needed another break.
They had terrible timing as the day after they left, the shower in your en-suite broke.
You stomped your way over to the main bathroom on Jake’s floor, still jealous at the fact that they built the whole third floor for him and him only and that he had the shower with the best pressure.
Sulking, you peeled your clothes off and hopped into the shower, letting the hot water pierce your skin. Annoyed thoughts slowly trickled out as you scrubbed the milky scent away.
Not keeping track of time, you grabbed a fresh towel off Jake’s stack and wrapped your body.
As you opened the door, Sunghoon seemed to be reaching for the handle, about to open it.
“Sorry.” he grumbled. “I didn’t know you were in there.”
He waited expectantly for you to move out of the doorway but instead watched as you followed his every attempt to walk past you.
“I need to fucking pee, can you get out the way.” he groaned.
“Oh come onnnn, Sunghoon.” you shook your head. “Can’t I have a little fun?”
You dropped your towel at the last word, feigning shock at your actions.
Sunghoon immediately covered his eyes taking steps back.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” he screamed blushing heavily.
“It was an accident!” you screamed back wrapping your body.
“Yn!” Jake shouts from downstairs.
You ran down the stairs, narrowly missing Jake as you launched yourself into your room and locked the door.
With a laugh you got dressed, calling your best friend as you dried your hair at the messy vanity in your room.
“So.. you’re telling me that you purposely let go of your towel to get a reaction out of him.” Sunoo laughed.
You hummed confidently.
“You’re such a freak, yn.”
“You say that like you don’t already know.” you joked.
“No trust me, I know.” he rolled his eyes.
Yes, you had slept with your best friend a few times, but he had a dick and you wanted experience, so who better to trust than him?
“Well I gotta go, Jakey said dinner would be ready agessss ago.” you laughed. “Bye Noo, love you.”
“Love you more.” he blew you a kiss before ending the call.
You calmly made your way to the dinning room and sat in the seat that Jake had set up for you.
“Ramen, again?” you groaned. “How did it take you so long to make this…?”
Jake shot a deadly glare your way.
“If you want to complain about my specialty why don’t you make dinner tomorrow.”
“Gladly.” you accepted.
Sunghoon was silent the whole time you all ate.
Jake waffled on to him but he kept his head down, feeling the pressure of your stare.
You raised a leg onto his, testing the waters before you raised your foot slowly, letting it make its way further up.
“I can’t do this!” he shouted grasping his head.
“Huh?” Jake was confused, scrambling after Sunghoon as he put his shoes on, your own legs following after him.
“Hoon! You said you were staying over!” he complained.
“Yeah, Hoon!” you mockingly whined.
Sunghoon shoved past you.
“I’ll be back tomorrow.”
He snatched his car keys from the living room table and slammed the door behind himself.
“Wonder why he’s in a fucking mood.” Jake grumbled.
“Let’s just go eat..” you pushed him back to the table, hearing Sunghoon speed away.
~
Sunghoon kept his promise, returning the next day bright and early but camped out in Jake’s room the whole day.
Ear on the door, you heard him say “So, is Yn gonna stay away…”
“You know,” Jake trailed off. “Heeseung was over the other day and she didn’t act like that so I just think she hates you.”
“There’s a big difference between hate and lust.” Sunghoon shook his head.
“Ew! That’s my sister.” Jake gagged. “I truly don’t think she wants to fuck you.”
You sighed at how wrong he was, mentally giving him points for the protective act.
“Right.” Sunghoon rolled his eyes. “Not like i’d want to hit anyways.”
“Doesn’t matter. She’s still off limits, don’t try it.” Jake firmly said.
You heard them both shift around and out of the fear of getting caught you knocked on the door.
Sunghoon opened it, glaring down at you.
“What do you want?”
Your palms pushed his chest away from your intended path. Taking note of the fact that he was a lot more muscular than the previous summer.
“I’m not here for you,” you grumbled.
Jake tilted his head as if to ask you what Sunghoon had already said.
“I’m going shopping, gonna take your car because I’m outta fuel.”
“You can’t just take my car, let’s take yours and fill it up.”
“Let’s..?” Sunghoon grumbled.
“I have no money.” you lied.
“How’d you already finish your allowance?” Jake shook his head. “What was the plan when paying for the shopping?”
“Dad’s card.”
Jake hesitated before agreeing. “We’re all going, in my car.”
“I’m driving!” you ran out of the room, Jake following behind you as you raced to get the keys.
Sunghoon was in agony, sulking in the back seat as you and Jake argued over what songs should be played next in the cue.
“Siri, play Stay by Rihanna please.” Jake grinned in satisfaction as the song blasted through his car.
“Fuck you, I want Sticky! Siri play Sticky by Tyler the Creator.” you grumbled as his assistant didn’t listen to your voice and instead chose to snatch his phone and type it in.
The anger in his gut was slowly building up.
“Fuck! Yn keep your eyes on the fucking road, it’s a green light!” He shouted.
Both you and Jake jumped in fear.
Fingers shifting gears and feet pushing down on the pedals, you whipped into shape at the awareness of your surroundings.
“Jeez, Hoon.” Jake checked his ears for blood.
The rest of the ride was absolute silent, bar the music playing, you and Jake didn’t dare to speak up.
Sunghoon jumped out at the first opportunity, storming away with the shopping list leaving the two of you to trail after him like kicked puppies.
“I’ll go get the steak, it’s best from the butchers market down the road.” Jake pulled you in before he left. “Don’t do anything i wouldn’t..”
You nodded, giving him the sweetest smile.
He shook his head, pulling you in for a hug. You felt his lips place a peck on the top of your head.
“No funny business.” he threatened Sunghoon who grumbled in response.
“Sooo…” you dragged on. “Now that Jake’s gone- Hey! Don’t walk away while I’m speaking to you!”
The rest of the shopping trip was quite annoying.
All of your attempts to have Sunghoon squirming failed, he was blatantly ignoring your presence.
“Uh.. what’s Foie Gras?”
You giggled at his butchered attempt of pronouncing the item.
“Fattened duck liver.”
He physically recoiled. “Why would anyone wanna eat that.. ew.”
“It’s good, you’ll like it.” you persisted, leading him towards the correct aisle. “Sunoo??”
Your best friend stopped looking for salmon and embraced your hug.
His hands gripped your waist as you snuggled into his neck.
“Here with your new boy toy?” he laughed, pulling away from the heat of your body.
“I’m Sunghoon, nice to meet you.” the older boy leaned over you, holding a hand out for Sunoo to shake.
Sunoo gripped it firmly, greeting him with a smug grin.
“I’ve heard about you.”
“Good things I hope..”
“Well…” Sunoo laughed.
You pulled their hands apart, choosing to get all up in Sunoo’s personal space.
“Noo, are you coming to Heeseung’s party?” you poked his toned chest.
“Of course,” he grabbed your finger, the end of his sentence coming out as a whisper. “Kazhua told me that Yujin’s gonna be there as his plus one.”
It had been 3 weeks since you stopped talking to your friend Yujin after finding out that she’d slept with Sunghoon despite knowing that you had dibs on him.
Your expression immediately turned sour, very close to acting on the urge to drop kick Sunghoon then and there.
He’d always claimed that you were too young for him, despite there only being a years difference between the two of you, but then went behind your back and slept with a friend of the same age.
“You should see the look on his face right now.” Sunoo leant in closer, “He’s seething watching me get close to you. What a freak.”
Mood dissipating as an idea popped into your head, you took Sunoo’s hands and placed them on your ass. Letting him shamelessly grope you in public.
“Don’t be mean, I like that he’s kinda desperate sometimes.” you laughed.
Sunghoon fought to rip his vision away from you and your friend, slowly gaining the courage to grab the Foie Gras before storming over to you and yanking you away from Sunoo.
“Hey! I didn’t even say bye.” you turned your body to wave at your friend in response to the wink he sent you.
You watched in bewilderment as Sunghoon slammed the basket items onto the conveyor belt, scaring the cashier.
He whipped his wallet out of his pocket and took a card out to pay.
“You don’t have to do that..” you looked away in embarrassment.
You knew that Sunghoon wasn’t as well off as people like you and Jake. Taking up a summer job just to keep up with the lifestyle.
“Well Jake took your dad’s card, so unless you want to return all this, i’ll pay.” he pressed his lips together tightly.
The lack of refusal on your part led him to tap his card onto the scanner.
Watching him wince at the high transaction go through had you clenching your thighs together. You couldn’t tell if the hormones rose from Sunoo or Sunghoon but you didn’t really care.
He bagged the shopping and walked off to the car, not even bothering to look back at you.
Once the bags were in the boot you stood outside waiting for Jake.
“Jake wouldn’t have liked that.”
“Jake or you?” you rolled your eyes. “Sunoo’s my best friend.”
“So you just let your best friends fondle your ass in public?” he scoffed in disbelief. “Hee was right, you really are a slut.”
“Excuse me!”
You both turned to see an elderly lady coming over.
“Please could you help me load my shopping into the taxi?” she pleaded.
“Of course!” you beamed pushing down your anger with a gentle laugh.
Your parents had raised you right in some ways.
Sunghoon followed after you, keeping himself surprisingly close to your moving figure.
You both helped the lady transfer her bags from the trolley to the car, nodding with respect at her praise.
“What a cute couple, thank you for helping me.” she beamed, waving as she got into the passenger seat.
One look at Sunghoon’s face and you could tell he was torn between annoyance and embarrassment.
“Where the fuck is Jake?”
As if on cue Jake showed up.
You wiped your thumb at the lip stain on his cheek.
“You’re so nasty.”
He held a finger up to his lips before wrapping one arm around Sunghoon and the other around you.
“Sooo what did I miss?”
~
“PartyNextDoor? Really?” Sunghoon muttered walking into the dimly lit kitchen. It was clear that you were trying to set the mood.
Jake had sent him to help you out of fear that you’d burn something while he stepped out to meet some girl.
“He makes good music.” you shrugged seemingly unaffected by the lewd lyrics. “Aren’t you here to help?”
He nodded.
“Load the pasta into the oven dish, please.” you instructed. “Then put cheese on top.”
Sunghoon picked up the cheese block.
“Where’s the cheese grater?”
You told him that you’d get it, purposely bending over in your miniskirt so that he’d get an eyeful of the way your panties clung to your puffy folds.
“Oh… got it.”
Turning around you saw that Sunghoon was clearly distressed, pinching the top of his nose bridge.
You passed the grater over, internally laughing at the way his body jolted when your hand brushed against his.
“Aww Hoonie..” you pouted. “Do you want my help?”
Not even waiting for a response, you squeezed his crotch.
A low groan left his throat watching you drop to your knees with his trousers and boxers.
You impatiently began to suck him off, revelling in the fact that his cock was just as pretty as him.
Sunghoon’s head fell back, knuckles paling at the pressure of him gripping the counter.
“That feels so good.” he praised.
Sunghoon was big, too big even.
You swirled your fist at the parts you couldn’t reach and suckled on his tip, the praise doing something to you. Spurring you on to make him feel good.
“You shouldn’t be doing this.” he moaned.
“But you like it.” you sat back onto your knees.
Something about the look in your eyes had him whimpering.
“I knew the old you was in there somewhere!” your smile widened as you took him into your mouth again.
“Why are you still on that?” he seethed.
His long fingers scratched at your scalp, guiding your head off and on him. The vibrations of your gags had his knees buckling.
Sunghoon experimentally pushed your head fully onto his length. Your nose begged for air, buried in his abdomen and your throat constricted, feeling his dick push past your uvula.
“Come on, yn.” he coaxed. “Take it all.”
Tears streamed down your face, drool seeping out of the corners of your mouth.
“I’m so close, keep your throat open.” he groaned.
“Yn!” Jake shouted from the front door.
You slid off Sunghoon with a cough, scrambling to grab a tissue, wiping your tears and drool away as he pulled up his pants before running to the downstairs bathroom.
“Is dinner ready?” Jake asked poking his head into the kitchen.
“Just need to put it in the oven.” you croaked out.
“Cool, gonna play a game! Send Hoon my way when he comes back..”
Dinner was just like the day before except this time you and Sunghoon both couldn’t make eye contact yet Jake still waffled on.
The air felt thick even for you, trying your hardest to give Jake enthusiastic answers so he wouldn’t suspect anything.
You jumped up and down in happiness when he told you that he would clean the dishes so you could relax, dashing up to your room to get rid of your own problem.
The next few hours passed by rapidly as you tried time and time again to get yourself off, still throbbing from having Sunghoon in your mouth, but nothing was working.
“Ugh!” a quiet groan left your throat.
Your hands reached for the phone on your bedside table immediately clicking on Sunoo’s contact.
You: fuck i’m so horny
You: tried getting off but it won’t work
Sunoo: u want me to come over ??
You contemplated taking up his offer.
You: that’d take too long
Sunoo: is park over ??
You: yh.. i uh kinda sucked him off earlier
Sunoo: yeah I am NOT contracting an std
You: fuck you 😭😭😭
Sunoo: js send him a nude?? or smth 🫡
You: UGH ILY THANKS
You slipped on a thin nightgown, purposely pushing your chest upwards letting your hardened nipples peek through, taking a picture then taking another of your dripping pussy.
Fingers swiftly moving onto his contact, you pressed on the chat.
[1,000 from yn💋]
Sunghoon: so you had money the whole time..
Yn: [2 pictures attached] can you help me…?
seen
Sunghoon wasted no time in stumbling over to your room. Sending explicit pictures to him while he was staying in your brothers room was very insane.
He didn’t even knock on the door, storming in them locking it quietly after he got in.
“You can’t keep doing this.” he shook his head.
You gave him the best innocent look you could muster.
“Do what? What did I do, Hoonie?”
He ran a hand down his face, immediately losing all composure.
“Stand up.” he demanded.
You complied immediately. Yes, Sunghoon had shown his anger through badly timed outbursts but in that moment he seemed furious.
“You can’t keep trying to make me jealous.” he continued. “You don’t understand!”
“But-”
“You’re all I can think about anymore. I wake up and you’re there, I go to sleep and you’re in my dreams!” he whisper shouted, clearly being tormented by his own thoughts. “Sometimes I just can’t stand you but being away from you was absolute hell for me. Trust me, I am also trying to understand how this shit happened.”
“Hoon-”
“Please.” he begged. “Please just let me finish.”
He took a step forward, cradling your head in his hands.
“For years, I have been infatuated with you. Forced to watch from a distance so that I wouldn’t lose you and Jake.” he shook his head. “There really isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for you. I..”
You placed your hands on top of his significantly larger ones.
“Hoon, what are you trying to say?” you pushed.
He closed his eyes in pain.
“Don’t make me say it.” he frowned. “If I say it, we can’t go back to how we were.”
“I think I love you.” you teared up.
His head whipped up. “What?”
“Sunghoon, I love you.” you repeated firmly.
You’d always wanted Sunghoon since the day you laid eyes on him, but his words put a new perspective into your head. Is this why you were jealous of anyone that got close to him? Is it why you very harshly cut off Yujin? Is it why you felt butterflies every time he was around?
You had let your lust cloud your original feelings for Sunghoon, letting him believe that you only wanted him for sex because you knew that you could never have him romantically.
Sunghoon truly was out of your league. He was genuinely kind and a respcted person. He was everything that you couldn’t be. But none of that mattered when he pressed his lips against yours.
Pent up emotions of the past 10 years released as you kissed back just as passionately. Kissing Sunghoon with as much angst and love as he gave.
You never ever opened your eyes while kissing someone else, but you peeked an eye open to see what he looked like up close.
The perfect mole on his nose, his thick furrowed brows and perfect hair.
He kept his eyes closed for a few moments after you pulled away, taking in the feeling.
“Hoonie.” you called out. “I want you.”
Sunghoon complied, throwing you onto your bed and getting comfortable between your legs.
You attached your lips onto his as he rutted his hips against your warm heat.
From when you sucked him off earlier you already knew he was big, but feeling his so close had you gasping.
“Shhh.” he whispered. “Keep it quiet baby, we can’t let Jake hear.”
Shit. Jake. You hoped that he just wouldn’t wake up or else you’d both be out the house till your parents came back.
Your head bobbled in response.
“Sunghoon,” you moaned. “I don’t think I can wait any longer.”
Hearing you moan his name had his pushing a particularly harsh thrust into you.
“Fuck. Where do you keep the condoms?”
He got off you briefly, taking the time to strip himself as you bent to reach into your desk drawer.
You jolted forwards as his palm made contact with your ass, impatiently begging you to hurry up.
Letting him roll the plastic on while you stripped down had you feeling a little scared. Being naked under his watchful eye was nothing like sending him a nude because you had to witness his reaction firsthand.
“You’re so beautiful.” he repeated, kissing up and down your body.
“Sunghoon please.” you whined.
Pushing your legs into your body, he lined himself up.
“Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop, okay.” he nodded.
You wrapped a leg around his waist, pushing him into you, drooling at the delicious stretch he gave you.
“Fuck, I can’t.” he groaned into your neck, lapping at your skin, flicking his tongue onto the bruises he formed. “Your legs are shaking so much.”
He wasn’t wrong, this was the fastest you’d ever come close to orgasming instantly and he hadn’t even moved yet.
Two thrusts in and you were clamping down on his dick, mouth covered to muffle the string of moans leaving your throat.
“Oh my, I’m cumming. Fuck.” Sunghoon twitched as he groaned lowly in your ear. “Pussy so good, tight, fuck! I’ve never come this fast.”
You didn’t know if he was talking out of his ass but the fact that he wasn’t ashamed did things to you.
Once you’d both recovered, you realised he was still fully hard and that turned you on even more.
“I want more.” you begged. “Please give me more.”
“Fuck. You’re so hot.” he groped at your chest. “Where do you want me?”
You guided him to lie down near your pillows, discarding the condom before hovering your dripping core over his length.
“I want you raw.” you whined. “I’m on the pill, please.”
Sunghoon closed his eyes again.
“Please.” he begged. “Shit. Never thought i’d hear you say that.”
Your legs burned as you sat down feeling the burn ten times more in the new position.
“You’re so big, so big Hoonie.” you babbled.
He could see that you were struggling to bounce yourself so he sat up and guided your hips in time with his thrusts.
“Do you feel me here, baby?” he pressed the spot where his tip poked into your your lower abdomen, both moaning at the feeling.
“Fuck, Sunghoon, I can’t.” you cried.
This time around it felt so much more intense, the intimacy was off the charts as he forced you to look into his eyes. Tears were fully streaming down your face at the overwhelming pleasure.
“Don’t you wanna make me proud?” he frowned. “Doesn’t my little slut want me to fill her up? Give her my baby?”
His words had you moaning louder and louder causing him to kiss away the noise.
He smacked your ass harshly.
“Quiet pretty, you don’t want Jake to hear? Do you?” he growled.
You shook your head, falling into his embrace.
The squelch of your juices and the repeated slam of the bed against the wall made you realise that Jake probably already knew what was going on.
Your teeth dug into Sunghoon’s shoulder determined to keep quiet.
“I’m so close..” you sobbed. “Please can I cum?”
He lifted your head, forcing you to look at him.
“Of course, baby.” he groaned. “Let go for me.”
Your eyes rolled back, body going limp as the orgasm ran through you.
Sunghoon came after a few thrusts, filling you up to the brim.
He rubbed your back, waiting for you to come back to him.
But you just couldn’t stop crying, tears rolling down his collarbone.
“Yn?” he inspected your face. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry.” you sobbed, palms digging into your eyes. “Sorry that I was so mean to you just because I couldn’t control my feelings.”
He clicked his tongue, fingers tracing up and down your arms to soothe you.
“It’s not like I was an angel either.” he sighed. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like you couldn’t come to me.”
His lips pressed a soft kiss to your temple, bringing you into his embrace.
“I love you, Yn.” he whispered. “I think I always have.”
You gripped onto him a little tighter at his words, checking to see if the moment was real.
“Can you stay here?” you looked up at him with glassy eyes. “Please. I know that Jake-”
“Yeah, of course.” he relaxed. “I’m not gonna leave you.”
~
Over the next few days, you and Sunghoon had fucked like rabbits. Nowhere was safe, not your dad’s office, the living room, dining room, Jake’s bathroom, the outdoor AND indoor pool, even Sunghoon’s own room had been attacked.
You’d almost been caught by Jake on a few occasions but he still seemed to be oblivious. He didn’t even notice when Sunghoon fingered you under the table at a very public restaurant.
Maybe he was pretending, you just didn’t care. Sunghoon was way too good to give up, even for your beloved brother.
Now it was the night of Heeseung’s birthday party.
You hadn’t seen Sunghoon since he left your room that morning to go shopping with Jake and you were experiencing withdrawals.
The two of you had spoken about boundaries, with the impending doom of your parents coming back the next day but for now you wanted to have him as much as you could.
“So, you’re telling me that while I was on the phone with you, he was quite literally eating your out?” Kazhua grimaced. “You two are perfect for each other.”
You laughed swatting at her arm in fake offence.
“Uh oh….” Sunoo pursed his lips.
The three of you looked in the direction he was facing, watching as Yujin felt up and down Sunghoon’s buff arms, Jake and Heeseung looking away awkwardly.
“Yn! Wait!” Kazhua called after you but you were already storming over.
You pushed Yujin out of the way causing her to stumble and placed yourself in front of Sunghoon.
“Woah, Yn..” Jake laughed.
“Can we talk?” you asked Sunghoon.
“Well.. I’m with my friends right now..”
You forcefully grabbed his arm, dragging him outside not stopping till you got to his car.
The cold summer breeze nipped your shoulders, sending shivers down your spine.
“What the fuck is your problem?” you seethed. “Letting her touch all up on you when you know how I feel!”
Sunghoon just leant forward and kissed you.
You pushed him away, flustered.
“Hey!” you whisper shouted. “What if Jake just came outside right now?!”
“Shhh..” he laughed. “Come here then.”
He pulled his keys out of his pocket, and got into the drivers seat, patting his lap.
If you had checked your surroundings before you hesitantly got in then you would’ve noticed Riki, your brothers minion, dashing off to find Jake.
Sunghoon pushed your hips down onto his so you could feel him.
“This is how you make me feel.” he moaned, brushing your hair out of your face.
“Fuck.” you moaned. “I’m still mad at you though.”
“Take it out on me, pretty.”
Your lips attacked his neck, leaving as many marks as possible, you wanted everyone to see that Sunghoon was clearly taken.
He pulled his dick out of his pants, rubbing it along the slick of your panties.
You smacked his hand away, pulled your panties to the side and suck down onto him by guiding yourself.
Tears threatened to spill, body already covered in a thin layer of sweat.
Sunghoon wrapped his arms around your waist, thrusting up into you rapidly.
The whole car shook while the windows fogged up.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Hoonie, faster please!” you moaned.
“You think you can run your mouth whenever you feel like it, huh pretty?” he seemed to go even faster.
“I’m sorry!” you cried, nails digging into his biceps for stability.
“Oh you’re sorry? Prove it.” he growled. “Scream my name.”
“Hoon.” you whimpered. “That’s too risky.”
“Hm.. that’s not what I asked.” he rubbed circles on your clit, going even deeper than before. “I know that you can be louder than that.”
Having him hit the spot time and time again was sending you over the edge, you lost all composure the second he started sucking on your sweet spot.
“Sunghoon, fuck. Ah, right there! Fuck Daddy, please go faster!” you screamed out.
“Daddy, huh?” he groaned. “Gonna make you feel so good princess.”
You cried out as he continued to thrust into you at a faster pace, skin slapping erotically.
“I’m gonna-”
He told you it was okay to let go.
“Fuck, look how much you came for me.” he moaned in admiration, feeling true bliss as your essence leaked down to his balls. “So good for me, baby.”
Static filled your ears as he came inside you, waves of fire burining through your limbs.
Sunghoon’s head hit the headrest and you slumped onto his body.
His fingers scratched at your scalp soothing you.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked softly.
You nodded, too tired to respond.
“I need you to use your words, princess..”
Your lips pressed light kisses on his neck.
“I’d love to.” you sighed contentedly. “Can we stay like this for a bit?”
You felt him nod, head falling on top of yours.
Sleep almost overtook you but a knock on the window woke you right up.
“Sunghoooon.” Jake sang.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he whispered.
You immediately shot up, looking for something to cover your face.
“One second.” Sunghoon shouted back.
He gave you his jacket so that Jake wouldn’t notice your outfit as you slipped on a cap from the car and faced the other way.
“Can we talk through the window?” Sunghoon asked nervously.
“No…” Jake groaned. “Open it.”
Sunghoon reluctantly pushed the button, internally cursing when Jake claimed he’d been hit by a whiff of sex.
“What’s up, Jake. I’m kinda busy.”
“Yeah.. I can see.” he gestured towards you, believing that you were just some random Sunghoon decided to fuck. “Have you seen my sister?”
He felt you tense beneath him.
“Um.. no.” Sunghoon shrugged. “I haven’t seen your sister.”
Riki walked out from behind Jake.
“He’s lying!” Riki shook his head. “That’s your sister, right there!”
Jake looked at him in disbelief, finally noticing that the girls hair looked a lot like yours.
Sunghoon tried to swat his hand away when he reached in to take your hat but failed miserably.
“Oh my…” Jake stumbled back.
Your head slowly turned to face him, a sheepish smile on your face.
“Hey, Jakey.”
“Oh my.”
He tried to grab you and pull you out of the car but the loudest whine left your mouth.
“You’re balls deep in my SISTER?!” Jake was furious. “My sister? My little sister!”
The two of you flinched.
“Fucking hell, Sunghoon! You could’ve had anyone else! She’s off limits!” Jake frowned. “Forbidden even!”
“Jake you don’t need to-” you started.
“You shut it.” he shook his head. “Both of you get decent and get out.”
Sunghoon rolled the window up so you could have privacy as you lifted your body off his, cum spilling out while he cleaned you up.
“Riks you can go now.” Jake dismissed the boy who had a smirk on his face.
You and Sunghoon stood infront of Jake, silently taking the verbal beating.
“We’re going home now.”
“I’ll drop her off.” Sunghoon stood his ground.
You pleaded with your eyes to get Jake to agree.
“Fine.”
You couldn’t help but laugh on the drive home.
“That was seriously bad timing.” you sighed, spotting Jake outside the door of your house, waiting for you.
Sunghoon got out first, opening the door for you.
You pulled him in and kissed him goodbye, ignoring Jake’s gags in the background.
“Come over for dinner tomorrow.” you pleaded. “Mother wants you there. So do I.”
“Okay.. I’ll be there.” he smiled. “If Jake tries to hit me though, I am swinging back.”
Jake cleared his throat loudly.
You said your goodbyes to Sunghoon as he watched Jake wrap an arm around you and guide you into the house but not leaving before throwing a middle finger up at him.
“So unnecessary.” Sunghoon sighed.
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Sunghoon and Jake didn’t even try to hide the fact that they were arguing.
When your dad had told them to set the table together they argued in hushed whispers, fighting over forks.
Even your eldest brother, Noah could tell that something was up, he’d come home and intended to stay for a week after not being around for a whole year.
“Sunghoon?” you mother asked plating up caviar. “Has your mother said yes to the trip?”
Sunghoon nodded in response.
Right the trip. Your parents announced that they were taking you all to Greece, Noah was just there for the free holiday.
“You’re a leech, get a job.” you poked at him.
“Med school is kicking my butt, and who’s gonna pass up a free holiday?” he shoved you back.
“Yn.. you don’t have a job yourself either..” your father teased.
“She doesn’t need a job, I’ve got her.” Sunghoon caressed your shoulder.
Jake began to hysterically gag.
“Stop being so dramatic.” you sneered, body relaxing as Sunghoon rested his palm on your knee.
Everything was going well, Jake and Sunghoon didn’t interact and your parents didn’t pick up on a thing.
Sunghoon tried Foie Gras, he didn’t like it and begged you to let him go to a fast food restaurant but other than that he was enjoying himself.
That was until Jake dropped his fork under the table and noticed how shamelessly close the two of you were under the table.
“Oh my I’m gonna throw up.” he cried out.
“What now, Jake?” Noah sighed.
Jake leaned over the table to whisper at you and Sunghoon.
“Footsies under the table is fucking disgusting.” he sneered.
“What are you talking about?” Sunghoon frowned.
“UGH!” Jake shouted.
“Jaeyun Sim.” you mother scolded. “Sit down.”
“Mumma, no!” he whined. “Those two were fucking behind my back!”
Your dad choked on his wine as you dropped his fork.
“I mean we all thought it was gonna happen soon..” Noah trailed off.
“What?” Sunghoon raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean by all?”
Your mother ran round to the other side of the table, pulling you and Sunghoon into a hug.
“Aww my baby is growing up!” she wailed. “Who better to bring into the family than Sunghoon!”
Your dad shook Sunghoon’s hand.
“Careful with that one.” he joked. “She’s a handful.”
“You’re supposed to be on MY side!” Jake glared. “I found out that my best friend is sleeping with-”
“Dating.” your boyfriend corrected.
“Ew!” Jake shivered. “My little sister, my baby sister who I tried SO hard to protect from the men of this world.”
“Even I don’t care this much, Jake?” Noah snickered.
Jake stormed off to his room and slammed the door.
Despite having ups and downs with your brother you truly did love him. Seeing how much he hated the situation made you feel sorry for your actions.
“He’ll come around.” your dad assured.
You waited until the table was cleared to go bring Jake the rest of his food.
“Can I come in?” you asked softly.
He grumbled.
His figure lay on his bed, playing catch with a ball.
“What do you want?” he mumbled.
You placed the food on his desk and sat next to him, ignoring how he aimed the ball at your head.
“Jakey.” you started. “Why are you so against me being with Sunghoon?”
He rolled his eyes.
“I knew him first.”
“Yeah but..” you had to take a deep breath to stop yourself from crying. “I just don’t want you to be mad at me.”
“I‘m not mad.”
“Right.” you pursed your lips together. “I just wanted you to know that I really do love Sunghoon and that he loves me and I just want us all to be happy..”
A tear slipped out of your eye.
He sighed.
“Yeah, I get that. It’s just..” he wiped the tears that ran down. “He’s my best friend and you’re my little sister, if anyone hurts you i’d naturally have to go after them.. I just can’t bring myself to do that to Sunghoon. I love you both too much..”
Now you were both crying.
“Why didn’t you just say that?” you laughed through your tears.
“I thought that if I delayed the conversation it wouldn’t have to happen.” he smiled sadly. “But i’m not mad, I really am happy for you.. change just isn’t my strong suit.”
“He isn’t lying.” Sunghoon laughed from the doorway. “He’s couldn’t sleep for two months when we first got to uni. Claimed it was nerves but I think he just missed you too much.”
You pulled Jake into a hug, both sobbing gently.
Jake grabbed Sunghoon, pulling him in.
“You’re both so emotional.” he whispered, letting you both cry on his shoulders.
“Yeah well, you have to deal with this forever because you’re not leaving now.” you cried.
“I wouldn’t even dare.” he smiled.
THE END.
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Hii this is so random but do you think you could write vampire!billie? Any plot is fine!
this gave me goosebumps UGHH, sorry for making you wait so long baby 💞
your blood b. eilish
warnings: smut, blood. BLOOD, mean!vampire!billie, blood drinkin (kinda a lot), billie has large and sharp fangs, oral, strap, crazy a lil
w/c - 3,4k
you were waiting for her so much. weeks in an empty bed seemed torturous while your girlfriend was on her music tour. and not only that. billie was an adored person all over the world. everyone thought she was so gentle, kind and cloyingly sweet, incapable of doing bad things. they were partly right, but only you knew what she was really capable of.
you cleaned the whole house before her arrival, cooked dinner, tidied yourself up so that your girlfriend would need nothing. you even put on her favorite underwear under a shirt and home shorts. everything was perfect for her arrival. you were waiting so much.
she promised to come in the evening, but it was already deep into the night, you couldn’t close your eyes because of the worries when she didn’t answer your calls. the lights in the whole house were on so that you wouldn’t be tempted to close your eyes. you curled up on the couch in the living room, spending there for what seemed like an eternity before the front door opened. you jump off the couch in relief.
“billie…” your expression changes when instead of a gentle smile on her face, you see her tired and desperate look. bags under her eyes, dirty disheveled hair and dirty clothes. her lipstick is slightly smudged, her whole appearance is pure chaos. She places her suitcase next to the door and walks inside, still wearing her sneakers. you watch her every move with concern.
“baby, what’s wrong?” you dare to break the silence when she sits down on the couch, covering her face with her hands. you slowly walk towards her and sit next to her. your hand gently touches her thigh as you look at her. your face is etched with worry. “i screwed up.”
she lets out a ragged breath, yanking her leg away from your touch. she was so nervous and tense that you felt uneasy. her whole body was dripping with discontent and innuendo. “billie, please explain to me. what happened?” your voice takes on a more serious and cold tone, but your eyes are still soft as you try to catch her gaze.
“fucked” she jumps up from the couch, burying her hands in her hair. she paces back and forth across the room, sighing loudly every now and then. you tried to give her time to explain to you what was going on. you lean back on the couch and cross your arms over your chest, seemingly forgetting to breathe.
“h-he ran away. he saw me, i think he saw me.” billie finally stops and looks at you with crystal empty eyes, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. you don’t immediately understand what she’s talking about, tilting your head. “who is ‘he’, baby? please tell me"
billie exhales heavily, like it's so hard to talk about this, like it's so hard to do anything, her body is breaking. "i'm hungry, i'm so fucking hungry. and i'm weak, and that's why i was so distracted, and he just... he fucking ran away. i couldn't catch him" billie sinks back onto the couch, her face twisted in hunger, revealing her fangs. they seemed to have gotten heavier and bigger, more dangerous, more attractive.
It all came together in your head as she explained to you what had happened. she was like this because she hadn't fed in a long time. she needed blood, she needed it to survive. literally. her skin was even paler, her veins showing on her tired face. how had you not noticed it before? "how long have you not fed?"
question hangs in the air for a few seconds before billie finds the strength to answer. "i don't know. a long time. a long time ago"
you bite your bottom lip, thinking about what to do next. idea in your head was just crazy and unrealistic, and you knew that billie would never agree to this. but you had to try. "baby..."
you slowly move towards her and straddle her hips. billie instinctively wants to put her hands on your hips, but you take her hands and intertwine your fingers. she gives you an ambiguous look, but remains silent, waiting for you to say something. "i know this might be dangerous for me, but maybe..."
"do you hear yourself?!" billie abruptly pulls her hands away, almost pushing you off her lap. Her face distorts with anger instantly, fire burning in her eyes. anyone would say that she is mad as hell, but you see something else behind this mask. fear, desire, hunger. "oh god, don't even dare say that out loud!"
her tone leaves no room for argument, but you know how much she needs it. to drink blood. your blood. you're a little afraid, but you touch her again. your fingertips graze over her shoulders. you tug at the fabric of her shirt, revealing her muscular arms. "but why? you need this, billie! i don't think you get offered-"
she interrupts with a nervous grin, this time allowing you to touch her, but her eyes and voice are still as cold. "listen to me carefully. i will never allow myself to drink a drop of your blood, never."
her gaze grows more furious as she looks at your neck, your pale skin practically begging her to leave the bite, but she continues. "if i taste you i don't know if i'll be able to stop. i can't put you at risk like that"
she carefully lifts you off her lap and heads towards the kitchen. you silently follow her. billie tries to convince herself that she can at least somehow cope with her hunger if she eats proper food. the homemade pasta you made. she brings the fork to her mouth, but hesitates as soon as she smells the food. "bilie... don't"
"i'm fine!" she cuts you and puts the fork in her mouth, chewing on the pasta for a few seconds before the urge to vomit attacks her throat. she runs to the trash can, and spits out everything she tried so desperately to swallow. the problem wasn't that you made her a bad dinner. she needed blood, lots of fresh blood. her body couldn't function properly without it. there was desperation in her eyes
"please, bils. just do it." you walked up to your girlfriend and gently placed your hands on her cheeks. she couldn't keep eye contact with you because she knew she would give in if she looked into your loving eyes. you wanted the best for her. always. so much so that you offered her to drink your own blood, putting yourself in danger. "i can't, baby. i just can't do this to you..."
she gave in and looked into your eyes. almost crying. from hunger, from desire, from fear. it was all affecting her so much that she thought she would fall apart under the pressure. "ill never forgive myself if i can't stop."
you left a soft kiss on her lips, urging her to be quiet. you wanted so much to help her in any way possible. you caress her face for a few more seconds before slowly moving her head to the side of your neck. the enticing warmth radiating from your skin made billie whine. “please, don’t do this…”
she licks her lips. her nose grazes over your soft skin, her arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to her. she looks at the pulsing vein in your neck as you tilt your head, giving her more access. her hot breath hits you as you both realize there’s no turning back. she won’t stop. your body temperature drops a few degrees, your fingertips shaking as you close your eyes. you were scared, but also so excited at that moment that it was driving you crazy
“i’m sorry,” she whispers before abruptly sinking her fangs into your pulsating flesh. A sharp pain shoots through your body like an electric shock, your eyes wide open as is your mouth. a few strangled moans choke in your throat. you're afraid to make the slightest sound or move your body even a millimeter. after a few seconds you feel your warm sticky blood running down your skin, staining your light shirt. it runs down your collarbones, your chest, your stomach. billie drank it so greedily and sloppily, not caring at all how much blood flows out. she'll wring out every drop. with each sip she became more and more uncontrollable.
adrenaline speeds up the circulation of your blood, only increasing the pleasure of billie as she continues to scratch your neck with her fangs. your soft skin ached from the pain. there were stars in your eyes, your body temperature changing seemingly every few seconds, while you heard your girlfriend swallow your blood. she jerks away from you, breathing heavily. you whine from another sharp prick of pain.
"god, i’m sorry... i got carried away, i shouldn't..." her eyes run over your face, she mumbles while you just stand there and silently stare at her. her lips, chin, nose are all covered in your scarlet blood. her fangs sparkle in the moonlight. it was so strange, but she looked so damn sexy. she was confused, but her gaze was so wild from how she instantly became addicted to your taste.
"you feeling better?" when you come to, you press your hand to your neck, feeling the warm blood beneath your fingertips. billie relaxes a little when she sees your reassuring gaze. you let her know youre okay. “yeah, yeah, i’m better. so much better. im sorry you had to go through that…” she drops her hands to your waist, pressing her forehead to yours.
“actually… i liked it” the tone of your voice makes billie smile and look you in the eyes. she was surprised. her eyebrows raised slightly as she studied your face. “what did you say?” she heard you perfectly well, but it was like she needed confirmation that she wasn’t delirious and that you actually liked it. she needed to know that she didn’t hurt you.
“i said i liked the feeling” you whisper, standing on your toes to whisper in her ear. you knew she was about to lose control. "your teeth in my flesh, my warm blood running down my skin. it's so strange, but so exciting..."
billie's mouth dropped open, breathing raggedly. her earlier worry disappeared when she saw you were okay. maybe too much. "i can't believe it. i just drank your blood and you like it?"
she pulls back and looks you in the eyes. she only needed one word to break completely. you could feel her desire in the warming air. or is it that you're still so agitated after she drank about half a liter of your blood in one go. "yes..."
your whisper turns billie on with a snap of her finger. she lights up. the hunger in her eyes is still there, only now she's not hungry for blood, she's hungry for you. for your body, soft as play dough in her hands. "you're such a slut if you really liked it"
the next moment she's dragging you to the bedroom on the second floor. her teeth are grinding as she throws you on the bed. now some of her life force has returned and she remembered how much she missed you. her head could finally work properly to realize how long it's been since you felt each other's warmth. fucking weeks spent hundreds of miles apart.
"god, i missed you so much" her body is hovering over yours. the tips of her long hair tickle your skin as she takes off your bloody shirt, revealing your lacy bra. your upper body is covered in your blood. a smile spreads across her face as she looks up at your face. "you were waiting for me"
"of course i was. you have no idea how" you giggle. she looked so sexy with that look and your frozen blood on her face. billie leaves a kiss on your lips, letting you taste the salty taste of your blood on your lips. crazy feeling. you squirm slightly under her. "please, bills…"
"please, what?" she is amused by your whining. it's amazing how much her mood has improved after she drank your blood. maybe there was something special about it. you whisper softly about how much you need her, and it clearly affects her. billie leaves kisses on your body, caressing your collarbone with her tongue. "i wasn't kidding when i said i couldn't stop"
you don't have time to ask her, as you feel another painful bite on your body. her teeth are clamped around your collarbone, making you feel the pressure on your bone. she didn't even sink her teeth all the way in, but a pool of blood still formed on your body, which billie drank up, greedily swallowing every drop. the pain wasn't as noticeable now, causing your brain to continue to drift to the warmth between your legs. the contrast of pain and desire was driving you crazy.
bilie waits until a pool of blood forms above your collarbone again, before dipping her fingertips into it. you look at her questioningly, but remain silent, waiting for what she will do. billie runs her fingers over your stomach, drawing something on your skin. the dark, thick blood contrasted with your milky skin, as billie mindlessly smeared your blood over your body.
"baby, please..." you remind her not to get too carried away. she giggles in response and licks the last of your blood off her fingers. she found it funny. “sorry, princess.”
billie peels off your shorts, throwing them to the other corner of the bedroom. she greedily examines every inch of your exposed skin, like she’s seeing it for the first time. “god, you’re gorgeous.” she can’t help but comment when such a beautiful, obedient girl lies beneath her, letting her do whatever she wants to her.
she pulls you to the edge of the bed, kneeling between your legs. you prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better view of her face. god, you wanna take a picture. you thought you were dreaming right now, that this wasn’t real.
ripping the thin piece of fabric off your body, billie swallows hard. you hear it. something new flashes in her eyes as she practically growls. She places your legs on her shoulders, her hands squeezing your hips painfully. She leaves wet kisses on the inside of your thighs, looking into your eyes. "billie…"
you’re literally dripping. you wanted her so badly, inside you. you needed her to fuck you so badly, but billie had something else in mind. She lowers your legs, wrapping both hands around your left thigh. She massages it for a few seconds before running her tongue over your warm skin. "what are you-"
she doesn't let you finish. her fangs sink into your flesh again. all the way. she clenches her jaws so hard you want to scream. She moans loudly and obscenely as the taste of your blood imprints on her tongue. She takes big greedy gulps, but you still feel your blood dripping down your leg. right onto the white carpet. “billie…”
you throw your head back against the sheets, trying to get used to the feeling. after a few seconds, the pain faded, leaving only a slight discomfort. but that seemed to go away too when she looked at you. Her eyes were wild, animalistic, sending shivers down your spine. her dark eyeliner highlighted her light eyes, and oh god, you were just aching. you needed her.
as soon as her fangs emerge from your skin, you feel a strange emptiness inside. it was mutual dependence. aching, but so strong. you just need to feel her mouth on you. it doesn’t matter how. billie licks a trickle of blood from your skin before finally placing her tongue where you need her most. “fuck, yes…”
your hand immediately flies to her hair, pulling her head down to your needy pussy. she literally growls into your flesh, telling you what a dirty slut you are. all the events of the night were forgotten as soon as her tongue wrapped around your clit, making you moan in pleasure. electric.
the dirtiest sounds came out of her mouth as she devoured you. the taste of your blood still clinging to her tongue, mixing with your juices. it was driving her crazy. her hands traced their way to your breasts, squeezing hard. she lightly scratched your skin, making you arch your back. every atom of your body wanted to feel her.
"i'm close...i’m..." you whine, thinking that billie will make you wait, but she just buries her face deeper into your pussy. she wanted to reward you, to worship you, because you literally brought her back to life. once she tasted you, she would never want anyone else's blood again. only you.
your body disintegrates into a million pieces as an electric orgasm shoots through your body, leaving you shaking for a while. you breathe heavily, looking up at the ceiling. billie crawls towards you, looking into your eyes with a playful glint in hers. you reach your hand up to her face, trying to wipe away at least a few drops of your blood, but she doesn't let you. "i like the feeling of your blood"
"but you have it all over your face!" you giggle and intertwine your fingers. your body calmed down a bit, but billie still wanted to do one thing. you see the glint of something unsaid in her eyes and you whisper softly, "what do you want?"
there’s a look of relief on her face, like she's been waiting for you to ask. "i want you to ride me. my cock." Your heart skips a beat when she mentions her strap. you’ve been hungry for that. you nod softly and she pulls away from you, taking off her jeans as she does so. "sit on the edge."
she instructs you as she quickly fastens the strap to her thighs. She does it so casually, like if she doesn't have you on her body for another minute she'll die. billie sits down on the bed and roughly pulls you onto her lap.
"lower yourself." Her voice drips with dominance, making you weak in the knees. you slowly lower yourself onto her strap, holding onto her shoulders. you’ve missed this feeling so much. you moan, lowering your body completely onto hers. you give yourself a few seconds to adjust, but billie squeezes your hips tightly. “come on, bunny, bounce on me.”
her words leave your brain in a mess as you start bouncing on her cock like a fucking bunny. billie’s hands wander over your body as she finally finds her way to the clasps of your bra to push it off your body. your breasts bounce with every movement you make. her cock is buried deep inside your pussy, hitting all the right spots.
“go faster.” billie grabs your breasts with both hands, making your pace only sloppier. you couldn’t go on your own anymore with her teasing you like that. your whole body was a bloody dull mess underneath her. your legs were weak as you fell against her. "i...i can't..."
"that's pathetic, baby," she chuckles, running her tongue over your tits before biting you again. your hands tighten on her shoulders as she only sinks her teeth halfway in, but it's enough to draw blood again. it runs down your nipple and billie swirls it around with her tongue with a satisfied groan, letting go with pop-sound.
finished torturing your breasts, she finally changes your position, pressing your face into the mattress. your ass is hanging in the air as she finally thrusts into you. her nails scratching your back, her cock is buried in your pussy, all the sheets are crumpled from your grip and stained with your blood. "harder, billie, right there..."
this was probably the craziest night of your life, because your head was no longer working. her cock was fucking you so stupidly, a liter of your blood was pumped out of your body. perfect conditions so the only thing on your mind is billie. the angle she fucks you at, making your pussy clench around her cock as she makes you cum over and over.
your blood pushed her into it.
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sweethearts [ johnny ‘soap’ mactavish ]
johnny ‘soap’ mactavish x f!reader
You had known him forever. Since nursery school and all the time in between.
John MacTavish- though, you called him Johnny. And in later life, that turned into calling him ‘Soap’.
He had been gunning for that uniform since you were 15 and he was 16… falsifying his age only to fail miserably.
It was culture shock to when he left when he was 18… he was your first friend, first kiss, first young love. Yet, it was nothing official. Just two best friends experimenting with each other. You couldn’t have asked for a better person.
You were there when he came back- more of a man than the boy who left. All of him larger than before even that indicative smile. But HE hadn’t changed, still the same snack eating, football loving Scotsman.
That meant your attraction for him was worse than ever- having been in love with Johnny for most of your life. His sky bursted gaze enough to drive you crazy.
Someone like him would never feel the same about you- strictly friends.
Mates who got mistaken for boyfriend and girlfriend most days of the week. Neither of you minded it but it was always you who persisted the, ‘as if… he drives me insane…’ the pining kind of insanity.
His return led you to distance yourself, an insecure freshly turned 18 year old, distracting herself from the boy next door. Johnny could do much better for friends than you, he was the youngest SAS recruit to pass the selection.
HE COULD DO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU.
You didn’t even go say goodbye to him when he left for his first mission- somewhere you’d never know.
Instead, he came to you. Stood at your doorstep.
His face gloomy, “So you weren’ even gonna say goodbye?” Not knowing what to do, your shoulders shrugged and silence ensued. “You’ve been off for weeks, when was the last time we had a movie night? Is it because of the training? Me leavin’?”
Fingers picking at your nails; you’d never been nervous around him. But this was the first time seeing him in god-knows how long, when you hadn’t spent a day away from each other. “I don’t know, John- ,”
“You do know and that’s the problem, Y/N, because you won’t bloody tell me what I’ve done wrong,” he spoke harsher than intended, regretting it within an instant as your stepped forward- sizing the six foot something soldier up.
Staring up at him, “Why do you bother with me when you could have anybody around you? I’m not going anywhere with my life!” It wasn’t envy that spurred you on, it was the fact he was going to leave you.
Heartbroken and yearning. Lost without the boy who had always bolstered you up when you had been thrown to the ground.
Johnny’s eyes welled with tears, “What’s made you think that?”
In a whisper, “You’ve just gotten into the fucking SAS, Johnny…”
“So what? I’m still the same guy… nothing’s ever gonna change me… you should know that by now…”
You wanted things to change- the dynamics between you. Before he found somebody who would knock him off his feet and you’d never get the chance.
His fingers trailed your arm, before he cupped your hand. Blue coveted your vision, “Nothing’s goin’ to change us, you’re my absolute best mate…”
Like a dagger, he struck a nerve, “Maybe I don’t want to be your ‘best mate’, I’m sick of pining for you when clearly you’ll never feel the same way,” a quick pause, “Go and find a pretty gir- ,” Before you knew it, his kiss smothered you. More intimate than when you were twelve, with more intent.
Instead of resisting, you caved in. Hands balanced holding his jawline, clean shaven.
Exploring every inch of your body in that hurried kiss. It was better than anything you had dreamed.
Before you pulled away first, “You’re my everything, Y/N…” Thumbs rubbing circles at your waist. “I cannot tell you how long I’ve wanted to do tha’…”
The memory ran writhe in your brain. That was 8 years ago…
Since then you were happily married with a baby on the way. Johnny had been deployed for over a month. Today he was supposed to be returning- from where you didn’t have a clue but he always came home safely.
That’s what mattered.
You expected the phone to start buzzing, the usual unknown number saying to go to the airport. Instead, a knock at the door.
It was like him not to want to run you around pregnant. But it was Simon who answered the door.
Not able to help the tremble. Air caught in your throat, choking on nothing. “He’s not… is he?” Stopping those tears from coming down- clutching your belly.
You’d have fallen to your knees- had it not been for capable hands.
You looked up, blue eyes for days and a face contorted worriedly, “What did you say, to ‘er, LT?” He held you close, but it would never be enough for you. “You and munchkin okay?” He rubbed your large stomach.
You crushed him in your arms. “Darlin’, I’m a bit tender…” Only then did you notice the sling in his arm, a bandage skirting beneath his shirt.
“What happened?” He shook his head, a grin on his face.
One of nervousness, “It could have been a lot worse,” Simon was as gruff as usual. You would never be allowed to know what happened.
“I’m just glad you’re safe and sound,” Thumb rubbing along longer stubble on his cheek, there was more to the story than either him or Simon were telling you. “You too, Si, thanks for taking care of him.” Spoken wholeheartedly, “Dinners on, you can stay if you want?”
He accepted as he usually did. The mood held less tension as time went on. You came to the conclusion that you were lucky to have Johnny in front of you, laughing at some stupid dad joke Simon said.
All you did was sit there, looking at the guy you had loved all your life.
Your Johnny…
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I contemplated 💀 Johnny but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. He’s just too sweet and just too tragic to write.
Thank you for reading :) xx
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Logically, I knew it was too early for them to dethrone Moxley. I knew that going in. But this man put his heart and soul into that match. When the entirety of The Conglomeration came out to level the playing field (including my queen Willow), there was a glorious moment of hope in my heart. Sure, my brain kept screaming, “Where’s Yuta?” but they did a masterful job of making me ignore that.
What broke my heart though was how they tossed Orange aside to have that chaotic melee of interruptions post match. Christian coming out was laughably unnecessary. I think it was meant to bring Jay and Hangman into the Death Riders angle but they could have done it without yet another tired “Christian coming in with that sad contract that we only remember exists when he drags it out” spot.
Then we have Darby deciding it was car derby time in the parking lot. All he accomplished was Claudio having to report “a crazy man smashed into our truck” to the insurance company. Don’t get me wrong, I love Darby. But if they’re trying to set up him dethroning Moxley… that is an insane misstep.
Yes, Darby is a homegrown star. Yes, he loves this company and believes in it with all of his being. But he is years away from being in a place character wise to lead AEW onscreen. He is still going through his angsty, emo phase and is far too reactive to be a leader right now. He picks fights he can’t win like that small dog at the park going after Rottweilers. That isn’t a leader, much less the one AEW needs at a time like this.
I thought there was going to be a massive twist that caused OC to lose. Something that added another layer to the Death Rider story. Something shocking that created another obstacle Team AEW had to overcome. But instead we got Yuta doubling down on being a pawn.
So now we have what? Orange Cassidy broken and tossed aside. The power of his friends coming together to help him essentially neutralized. Jay, Hangman and Christian only coming out when it served their purposes, not because of their love of AEW. And Darby doing Darby things.
As excited as I was initially about the Death Riders angle, last night has me worried. It can still be saved (Eddie coming back and being the one to rally the troops and dethrone Moxley is one example, so is Kenny eventually coming back to save the company he helped to build) but I think a massive opportunity was lost by sacrificing Orange Cassidy so early on without a better reason story wise. The build up for him to be our savior was huge (and they crushed my love of the song November Rain to accomplish it) but it was squandered. Again, I didn’t think he was going to win last night. But I also didn’t think they were going to waste so much potential to keep the belt on Jon.
#orange cassidy#jon moxley#claudio castagnoli#marina shafir#the bastard pac#wheeler yuta#darby allin#aew#all elite wrestling#aew spoilers#all elite wrestling spoilers#aew full gear 2024#full gear 2024#aew full gear spoilers#full gear spoilers#aew full gear
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My Foes and Friends
Emily gets a call from her teenage daughter when a day out with her 'friends' goes wrong.
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Hi besties <3
Not really sure where this came from, but when has that ever stopped me??
I wanted to write some Momily, and Hotchniss with teenagers has a special place in my heart so here we are! <3
As always, please let me know what you think!
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Words: 2.7k
Warning: References to bullying
Read over on Ao3, or below the cut
Emily sighs contentedly as she settles onto the couch, her favourite book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. She swings her legs around, smiling at her husband when her feet land in his lap and he looks up at her, his attention briefly drawn from his book as he squeezes her foot. He takes one look at her, sees the slight tension in her jaw, the vein in her forehead that always gave her away, and presses his thumb against the arch in her foot.
“She’ll be fine.”
She narrows her eyes, “I didn’t say anything.”
Aaron smiles and skims his hand up her leg until it lands on her knee, “You didn’t have to.”
Emily rolls her eyes, unable to fight the smile that chases it, and she shakes her head at him, “I thought we agreed a long time ago not to profile each other.”
He shrugs, a spark of mischief in his eyes that she would have once thought he wasn’t capable of, “I’m not profiling you,” he says, smiling as he reaches out for her hand and links their fingers together, “I just happen to know you, and I know how much you worry about the kids. Gracie is fine - she’s at the mall with her friends and she has Find My Friends switched on,” his smile turns into a playful smirk, “It was one of your conditions of her going, remember?”
She blows out a shaky breath and nods. Grace was 14 now and grappling for her independence, desperate to push boundaries and spend more and more time with her friends instead of her family. It made Emily ache, like she was being pulled in two different directions. In one sense, she was so proud of who her kids were becoming, but in another, she missed when they were small and their favourite place to be was tucked up against her side with their little fingers tangled in her hair.
Jack had, mostly, come out of the other side of it now. He was 20 and unashamedly called either her or Aaron for advice whilst he was away at college, even if it was something as simple as how to cook something for dinner. It was comforting to know that even as Grace started to pull away from her, something she knew Lucy would start to do soon too, her teenage years just on the horizon, that they’d eventually come back to her.
“I know you probably think I’m crazy-”
“Never.”
She smiles at the interruption and squeezes his hand, “But after everything we’ve seen…I just worry when we aren’t with them to keep them safe,” she scrunches her nose up, “Especially when they are at a mall. They’ve given me creeps ever since the Katie Jacobs case.”
Aaron nods in agreement, a shiver running through him at the memory before he encourages his wife closer, his arm around her as she settles against him, “I know, sweetheart. But she’s sensible, and smart,” he tilts his head to look at her, “She’s you.”
Emily shakes her head at him, her teeth pressed into her lower lip as she tries and fails to suppress a smile and she cups his cheek, “My mom would say that’s the problem. That she’s all me.”
He hums, “Well, you know your mother and I haven’t always seen eye to eye on certain things.”
She chuckles, feeling a little lighter already as she leans forward to kiss him, her lips catching the corner of his mouth. She’s about to slide onto his lap properly, to kiss him until she forgets about everything except the press of him against her, but she’s interrupted by her youngest’s footsteps closely followed by her voice.
“Gracie is right, you two are so gross.”
Emily shifts back from Aaron, her eyebrow raised at her 12-year-old, barely able to hide a smile as their eyes meet, “You okay, Lucy?”
She hums and walks over to the armchair in the corner, and for a moment Emily pictures her as a tiny little thing who had to climb onto it, and it makes her ache, “I’m okay,” she says, tucking her legs under herself, “Bored.”
“Did the internet turn off?” Aaron jokes, and Lucy rolls her eyes at him.
“No,” she replies, blowing out a breath, “When is Gracie getting home?”
Emily and Aaron exchange a brief look, both of them suppressing smiles so their youngest doesn’t think they are making fun of her. The girls had always been close, ever since Grace first held her younger sister, Jack’s arms around her as he showed her how to do it, but in recent years they’d started to pretend they weren’t each other’s best friend. It was another phase Emily knew they’d grow out of, but in the meantime, it meant that their home was now often filled with arguments about borrowed sweaters and make-up.
“In a couple of hours-” Emily starts, but she’s cut off as her phone rings, she looks at it, her brows furrowing as she sees Grace’s name and picture on her screen, “She’s calling me,” she says, picking up the phone as she exchanges another look with her husband, this one concerned, “She never calls,” she answers the phone, swallowing thickly as she tells herself she’s over-reacting, “Grace, honey, is everything okay?”
“Mom,” she says, the shake to her voice making the spark of worry in Emily’s gut ignite, “Can you come get me?”
Emily’s already standing up, looking around for her shoes and keys, highly aware of Aaron and Lucy following her, their concern adding into the mix, “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine.”
She sighs, “Where are the others, are they still there? I thought you were going to get some food-”
“Mom. Can you please come get me?” Gracie says as she cuts her off, half shouting at her mother in a way she rarely did, “I’ll explain when you get here…but…please.”
Emily pinches the bridge of her nose and blows out a breath, “I’m on my way,” she says, pushing her feet into the first shoes she can find, “Stay exactly where you are and I’ll come and meet you.”
“I’m in the food court,” she mumbles, her voice shaking again, her words catching in her throat in a way that lets Emily know she’s crying, “By the Taco Bell.”
“Stay there for me, okay?”
She hears a sniff down the phone, “Okay.”
“I love you, sweetheart.” “You too,” Grace replies, the shake to her voice instantly worse than it already had been. Emily makes her promise one more time that she’ll stay put, and they exchange hurried goodbyes.
“I don’t know what’s happened, but she’s asked me to go and get her,”sShe huffs out a breath as she turns to look at Aaron and Lucy, matching concerned expressions on their faces as the pre-teen leans against her father’s side. Emily shrugs on a jacket and grabs her keys from the counter, “I’ll text you when I’ve got her, okay?”
“I should come with you,” Aaron says, and she shakes her head, stepping forward to kiss his cheek, something that Lucy doesn’t protest like she usually would.
“I have a feeling she won’t want a crowd, honey,” she kisses his cheek again, “You two stay here, and when I let you know we’re on the way back you two can get started on some hot chocolates.”
Lucy leans forward to hug Emily, her arms briefly tight around her before she pulls back, “I think this calls for the fancy stuff we got from France in the summer.”
Emily smiles and kisses her forehead before tucking some of her hair behind her ear, “I think that sounds perfect, sweetie,” she looks up at Aaron and smiles tightly, a silent promise that they’d talk about it later passing between them, “I should get going.”
“Drive safely,” Aaron says, smiling despite his concern when she rolls her eyes at him, “The last thing we need is for you to get into an accident.”
She salutes him as she opens the front door, “Yes sir.”
“Oh ew,” Lucy says, screwing her face up in disgust, “Please don’t call him sir.”
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Emily’s relief at finding Grace is short lived the moment she gets close enough to see her bright red face. The make-up she’d meticulously applied smudged on her cheeks and the sleeves of the sweater she has pulled down over her fists.
“Gracie?”
Grace looks up at her, and her lower lip wobbles, fresh tears slipping down past her lashline, “Hi Mom,” she says, wiping her cheeks before pointing at the large table she was sitting at, empty seats surrounding her, “Pull up a chair,” she puts her elbow on the table and then rests her cheek against her fist, “There are plenty.”
Emily chooses the seat next to her and sits on her hands to stop herself from reaching out and pulling her into a hug, finding herself not entirely sure if it would help or embarrass Grace.
“What happened, baby?” She asks, her heart aching as her daughter’s face screws up as she tries to suppress a sob, “Where are your friends-”
“They aren’t my friends,” she sniffs, wiping her cheeks again, “They made that very clear,” her chin wobbles and Emily clenches her jaw and clears her throat, pushing down the anger that threatens to rise up it, the need to find a bunch of 14-year-old girls and give them a piece of her mind briefly overwhelming, “They kept kind of leaving me out but I thought I was just imagining things. Then we came to eat, they sent me to get a table whilst they got food. And I watched as they just…left,” she looks up at her, “They just left without me. I tried to follow at first but then I lost them so I came back here in case they just went to the bathroom. I texted the group chat and then they told me they’d been picked up by Kayla’s mom, and that there wasn’t room for me in the car.”
Emily finally reaches out for her, her motherly instincts overriding any attempt to not embarrass her daughter, and she places her hand on her back to rub a soothing circle there, “Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.”
“I thought they liked me,” Grace sobs, leaning forward and pressing her face against Emily’s shoulder, curling against her like she hadn’t in years, “I have no friends.”
Emily has to close her eyes to stop herself from crying, and she stamps a kiss against the top of Grace’s head. She soothes her until she calms down, switching between kissing her forehead, whispering that she was right there with her against her skin, and rubbing her back. Once Grace is a little calmer, her sobs calming down into sniffles against her mother’s neck, Emily finally speaks, “I can call the school, have a teacher talk to their parents-”
Grace pulls back and shakes her head, her eyes wide as if she can’t imagine everything worse, “No,” she says, wiping her cheeks, “I want to pretend this never happened. I’ll just…” she blows out a breath and chokes on a humourless laugh, “Sit on my own for lunch on Monday I guess.”
Emily knows not to push it, so she doesn’t. Instead, she nods and encourages Grace to lean against her again, enjoying the closeness her daughter was allowing her - something that felt infinitely selfish given the circumstances. All she ever wanted was to make sure her kids were loved and happy, and that if they ever weren’t for some reason that they knew they could come to her and Aaron. That they wouldn’t look for love in all the wrong places and wouldn’t have to live with the consequences like she had.
“Being a teenager is hard, honey,” she says, “I can’t promise it will get easier any time soon, but it will get easier eventually.”
Grace scoffs, “Right, like being a teenager was ever hard for you,” she says, tilting her head to look at her and rolling her eyes when Emily furrows her brow, “Come on, Mom. You’re gorgeous. You’re confident. You have so many friends, and Dad acts like you hung the freaking moon.”
She sighs and tucks some of Grace’s hair behind her ear, “That’s now, Grace. When I was your age…I had no friends,” she says, “Your Grandmother and I moved around a lot. I was always the new kid. That’s a hard gig.”
Grace nods, “I guess.”
“And your dad was a theatre nerd,” she says, her heart blooming in her chest when she drags a surprised smile out of her daughter.
“No way.”
“It’s true,” she replies, “It’s how he met Haley. I think there are some photos in the attic somewhere.”
Grace laughs, “Okay, I have got to see those,” she says before her smile starts to fade, “What do I do on Monday?”
Emily wipes her cheek for her, “You go to school, you hold your head up high and you do your best,” she smiles, “And, if you want me to, I can get your Aunt Pen to mess with their cell service or something.”
Grace laughs again and nods, “I’ll let you know.”
She squeezes her against her side again, kissing her forehead, “Did you eat anything?” She asks, and Grace shakes her head, “How about we buy all the tacos we can carry and we take them home to share with your sister and Dad?”
Grace nods, “As long as we can get some Baja Blasts too.”
Emily smiles and kisses her temple, “It’s like you read my mind, sweet girl.”
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They spend all weekend trying to cheer her up. Lucy spends every possible second with her sister, even suggesting they have a sleepover in her room like they did when they were small and inseparable.
Emily is able to keep her anger in check until the girls are asleep, snuggled up together in one bed. Aaron has to stop her from calling all of the girl’s parents, reminding her it’s not what Grace would want, and when she suggests going to the school with her badge and gun on display Aaron reminds her why that’s a bad idea too.
She promises him she’ll be calm when she picks Grace up from school, but she isn’t sure it’s a promise she can keep if she’s upset again. If she runs to the car with tears in her eyes, insisting she’ll never go to school again, Emily isn’t sure she’ll be entirely responsible for her actions.
She’s as surprised as she is delighted to see Grace all but skip to the car, a wide smile on her face as she climbs in, “Hi Mom.”
“Hi,” Emily replies, smiling at her as she watches her clip her belt into place then push the strap past her shoulder, “How was your day?”
Grace sighs as she rests her head back against the headrest, “It was okay,” she says, turning to look at her, “I did what you said - ignored them. Held my head high. And…I made a friend.”
Emily smiles, “You did?”
Grace hums, “There’s a new girl who started today,” she says, smiling softly as their eyes meet, “She’s called Emma. I figured she could do with a friend too.”
Emily chuckles, the sound catching in her chest as she sucks in a breath, taken aback by her daughter’s kindness and empathy. She reaches over and tucks some hair behind her ear before she cups her cheek, “I’m very proud of you, baby.”
Grace’s eyes go wide as she touches her, leaning away from the touch as she looks out of the window to see if any of her peers had seen the affection between mother and daughter, “Mom, how many times do I have to say, not on school property?”
Emily clears her throat to stop herself from smirking and nods, switching on the car’s engine so she can drive away from the pickup spot, but not before she makes a point of straightening out Grace’s seatbelt to make sure it lays flat on her shoulder. “Right, sorry honey.”
“Mom.”
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KINGEN 🔥 황사장
FERNGIF 1: 핑크 잘 어울리는 남자
240109 - 2024 Welcome Dplus KIA
#kingen#dk#lck#esports#my gifs#킹겐#황성훈#someone take away my powers this is not a fast and quick project#i was gonna do this in like 10 min#but instead i had to go crazy. what's wrong with me#and it looks terrible too lmao the quality#anyways that's the idea is if i do a ton of these 10 min every day i'll get better#but it won't be 10 min if i keep doing stupid stuff like this#stabilized rotoscoped colored btw#so maybe at the end of each month i'll do a big upload to tenor or something#ferngif#my edits
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ok this is a deeply deeply weird manifesto and i'm sorry but i feel suddenly very burdened to say it so. if you felt like we were friends and i unfollowed you, this is for you. (don't be scared this is not about problems with anyone this is just my mess. that I think is ok to have which is why I'm talking about it)
so I joined tumblr in 2020 when a) the world was isolated b) I had just moved to a new city and was living alone taking Zoom classes in my apartment. what started as a mindless distraction became such a lifeline of connection and friendship! and still such a support as things started to open back up and get busier in 2021, when I was teaching and in class in person but still struggling for close in-person friendships. I know the group dynamic on here has shifted a number of times, as some of you probably experienced from various vantage points. my use of tumblr has shifted too, on and off, as I've needed different things out of it and been in different spiritual and emotional states. and I've kind of come to realize that I probably threw myself in too eagerly in some ways. it was so exciting to have actual friends on here and for them to actually turn into friends in person, that honestly I maybe prized that dynamic too much for what it symbolized over actually valuing the people. I'm sorry for doing that.
anyway, that worked fine for a bit, but as (glory be to God) I've become much more plugged into my in-person community in the last couple years, I've felt more and more emotionally strained. I've taken up a new attitude towards my family that's much more in line with God, but also much more draining as it means I have to just pour out in prayer and love and wait with patient sorrow over some things rather than fighting and defending my perspective as always right and necessary; and then there's the church-related grief my family has gone through over the last year. I've had a very delicate and difficult friendship that pulled up a lot of unresolved stuff from a college situation and felt endlessly wearying at times. I've had another issue from college recur in a way I thought had been healthily resolved years ago. I've had this whole roommate marriage situation that as y'all know is a very weird trial and pressure. My church has been dealing with a strange and tough ongoing struggle that was already stressing me out before I started working there. My small group has been amazing and I've loved connecting with and relying on them more, but that connection also means more fully bearing the griefs of a lot of different people dealing with the different struggles of life. My advisor situation has been so weird and tough, making my academic work really hard, and then this recent church work has been fulfilling but physically and often mentally exhausting. My future location, work, and community is up in the air after a few years of stability. (I really didn't mean to make this a recitation of my woes, but honestly it's really helpful to see it all written out here; helps explain my deep deep exhaustion, I guess.)
If I ever followed you on tumblr, I love you. In a number of different ways. I feel fondness at the thought of you and at your presence; I want to know you more fully; I desire the good for you; and I find my well-being to be, at least a little bit, tied up with yours. That last one is the rub. As I'm sorting through all the callings and duties in my life, trying to identify what counts as changing my tires versus what wears my tires out, I've found that my tumblr dashboard can switch back and forth very unpredictably between one thing and the other. Often it's a delight to come on here and find my friends and the cool things we're showing each other and the joys and sorrows and goofy moments of our lives! But at other times, when what I desperately need is an escape and rest and humor to provide solace from in-person cares, I find myself pricked all over again by the sorrow of the world and the stress of sin--or even just irritated by stuff I find irrelevant or disagree with or don't want to be reminded of.
To be clear, I'm not saying anyone's doing anything wrong on here. The opposite; I love the freedom y'all have to seek out what helps you, whether that's a lot of facts and ideas or a lot of goofy content or recipes or weird TV or music or venting about life or seeking prayer or advice! We all have the freedom and responsibility to determine how to use the tools we have to aid us in pursuing the good, whether the good is a quick laugh or building up virtue. But I think for me, at this point in my life, my duty and calling has swung back towards my in-person connections in a variety of ways, and I have to honor that.
The lie of infinity that the internet offers is just that--a lie. for me, that lie right now is being laid bare in my inability to have infinite care for everyone whose path I cross. I could follow everyone on here whom I'm endeared to, could keep messaging and replying and building relationships, but it would be a lie to think I can offer that love and care to everyone I would like to. In-person friendships are limited by physical proximity and time; online friendships can't be unlimited either. I need to apologize for acting as though they could be, and committing myself beyond my limits; but also, my life has really changed, and I'm not going to be caught either by the lie that online is only worthwhile if it's permanent.
I want to be clear that I value the connections I've had with you. I've loved exchanging mail and phone calls, messaging fun things back and forth, being online at the same time or learning about your day after the fact. Please know, also, that I have gone to war in prayer for you, and I continue to do so. I wish that I knew how to love widely without feeling pulled apart and worn down, by difference and sorrow and sin (mine and yours). I hope God is sanctifying me toward that end. But right now I'm fairly convinced I need to honor my calling to in-person friendships; I need to protect my mind and heart from even little pricks and distractions, so that I can keep my desires in order and use my energy for prayer and Scripture and to do good work and love the people God's made my physical neighbors. I really do love you, and I wish we had infinite time to talk and think together. I'm so excited to be with y'all in heaven forever. And who knows--maybe my life will shift yet again (it's looking likely) and I'll have a ton of spare energy and love and will come sheepishly back looking to connect with you again. We'll see. You deserve love and attention and connection, in person and online, and I'm sorry that--at least as it feels to me--I held out the promise of giving you that and then had to withdraw it.
so. there's all that. My dash is super quiet these days, thwarting my dopamine search but pushing me towards texting friends, towards meditating more fully on Scripture, towards praying over my work and burdens. I hope you can understand and maybe even be glad that, God willing, this is how I'm able and needing to work for the kingdom right now. love you love you
#wow! that was crazy!!!! at least this is the neurotic overthinking website#so i hope you can not neurotically overthink what you did to make me unfollow you. and instead rest in our mutual finitude#the other day i had the experience of clarifying with a friend that i'm her best friend but she's not mine. in almost so many words.#(she asked who i'm closest to and i named a couple people here and away. then i asked her and she named a couple people and me)#she got teary but didn't have an anxiety meltdown which is huge progress for her! and we kind of acknowledged the difficulty and moved on#and kept hanging out and texting and loving each other#super weird experience but kind of like a lightning bolt of realizing things i've been intending for a while#we have to give each other the dignity of making choices even when the choices aren't each other. on a social level#we have a higher calling! all of us do! it sucks when the social stuff gets weird but we shouldn't let the weirdness distract from the call#and frankly once you start choosing the call over the world then the world's structures stop being at all compelling#for a neutral tool tumblr can be quite amazingly powerful for the Lord#but it is of the world and runs on some lies and i've hit a breaking point where i needed to confront those lies before i kept going#anyway. the point is. I LOVE YOU. and God has told me I have more urgent loves right now.#what an insane post to be making !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#oh wait edit to add! just to be clear i'm not trying to say don't message/reply/send stuff to me!#if i have to set a boundary i will but things are fine. just needing to reduce the dashboard noise#i highly recommend setting online boundaries btw. it's so much easier than stewing and stressing and wondering if blocking is justified#to just message someone and say ''hey you're doing nothing wrong but this way of interacting bugs me so please stop''#(which i've done only to followers never to people i follow. yet.)
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I also lost my cat recently. it's horrible. take care of yourself, ok? you'll be ok.
yeah dude its fucking awful... im sorry for your loss too :( i wish they could live forever with us. or at least as much as possible.... my boy wasnt even a senior, he was around 10 years old and i had had him for 8..
#like if he had been like 12... id be like okay he's an old kitty...this was gonna happen#but i wasnt prepared for it to happen like this. i was so desperate that nothing i did could help him#nothing helped. no ultrasound no x ray no cardiology check up no blood test no antibiotics. nothing could figure out what was wrong#and then it was too late. just that whole situation (been going on since june) had me so crazy#and then this last month was a fucking nightmare it happened so fast. like i wasnt prepared#u cant ever be prepared i guess... but idk i wish it wouldve been different#i wish he had died of old age instead. or at least i wish we knew what caused him to be so sick.#like if i was told its idk. cancer. and its taken over and hes gonna die#it wouldve been awful too. of course. but i wouldve known. i wouldve been told.#i wouldnt have had to watch him get to the point he got and accept that whatever he had. it didnt matter anymore. because it beat him.#it sucks so bad it sucks so bad. its so unfair.#sorry for venting in my tags ig. whatever. fuck everything this world is fucked and evil#personal
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does anyone have recommendations for fictional media that has like. actual lesbians in it. not like supergirl Two White Skinny Girls, One Blonde and One Brunette Kiss media, or "its implied lesbianism!!!" but just regular fucking lesbians
#i say lesbians but i guess i mean sapphic#im just like. tired of gnawing#and of men also. sorry men in my life i love you but on god if i have to pretend one more man is butch just to get#content that isnt m/m or m/f im going to turn into a horse and run into the wilderness until im saved from the glue factory by a plucky#young woman except instead of letting her have her formative summer where she trains me and bonds w me and wins a competition w me#im going to commit horse suicide in front of her & change her life forever. just because im so tired of bland CW-marketable women kissing &#digging for scraps in a refuse bin while brushing aside 7002993829292929939292929399394 gay and het romances#m text#i will also take nonfictional lesbians if its like a story#not to be whiny on main but one of the hardest hurdles i had to jump wasnt realizing i was a lesbian. i came out to myself and to friends a#lesbian multiple times. but i would always walk it back when a friend would express doubt or a male friend would ask me out#bc i dont and especially then didnt know very many lesbians in person. and so i had to turn to examples#and all i fucking had were fictional women who liked men. or fictional lesbians who were so cleaned and sanitized and prettified#(you all know what i mean right. the 2 skinny white girls one blonde one brunette. im not crazy right)#and i would be like. i dont feel things when i look at these fictional lesbians so i guess i belong back here#(this is also bc my gender ended up being fuckier than i realized but shhhhh)#I WAS GOING SOMEWHERE WITH THESE TAGS but theyre too long and im lost.#anyway the point is if people werent so fucking weird abt fictional or onscreen lesbians maybe thered be a lot more people comfortable bein#out as lesbian#like sorry but this awful ouroboros of 'all lesbians onscreen have to be cute and sanitized' meaning that people write and believe wlw has#to be cute and pure and sanitized (OR a 'badge of honor' bc good for u u doodled two women together or had it as a background in ur fic)#meaning that therefore all portrayals of lesbianism continue to be like this. is just#and im also gonna be honest theres probably a lot of good sapphic media im just in the wrong circles to have stumbled into lol. so#yknow. personal viewer bias here#but i still like swing wildly between overly brandishing my dykeness as a badge to feel like im proving im lesbian#and like. backing up under a blanket bc i dont wanna be weird or annoying or freak people out#but if people just Saw Normal Ass Lesbians. aough.#im going to watch revolutionary girl utena one of these days even if i struggled w the writing style the first few episodes#I JUST WANNA SEE AN OLD BUTCH ONSCREEN GET SOME PUSSY.#like it also doesnt help im mostly femme4butch so seeing 2 femmes on screen is like. okay cool so what. but only femmes are 'marketable'
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and can i just say that i hate her character development lol
#you know everyone talks about how she spent 1000 years torturing men and how :( mean :( that was of her#but she also spent 1000 years seeing how shitty men treat women and how COMMON it was how UNORIGINAL how IT WAS THE SAME THING OVER AND OVE#and when she becomes powerless she ends up falling for one of the shittier ones#and this is her like. hashtag NotAllMen lesson#even though the whole POINT of her powers was exacting REVENGE as in DOING BAD THINGS TO MEN WHO HAD DONE BAD THINGS#her mistrust of men as people who could do inflict the kind of cruelty that she punished wasn't baseless or even discriminatory#and yet somehow after 1000 years she's like actually i'm SUPER lonely and if i don't have a man i'll go crazy even though i know this guy i#not only capable of fucking me over he ACTUALLY FUCKED SOMEONE OVER I SAW IT HAPPEN#i just????????????? i do not get it#if she had fallen for someone who she thought COULD NEVER HURT HER who was GENUINELY someone she thought she would never have to use her#powers on when she had them who proved that the risk was worth it with the right guy i would have understood#INSTEAD she chooses the guy that she KNOWS doesn't know how to act right oh my god#i mean WHAT#idk maybe i'm remembering wrong maybe that was part of the logic like well i know you did this but if that's the worst you can do i'll just#drown you or whatever#like a devil you know type of thing#IDK I DON'T LIKE IT I DON'T LIKE ANYTHING TO DO WITH XANDER#buffyverse liveblog#my caps
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I feel like I came out of the womb with raging anxiety
#never been fully relaxed a day in my life#literally had a panic attack at age 6-7(?)#I’ve been super self aware for as long as I can remember#the tension in my body is my natural state#I’ve BEEN imagining every worst case scenario since I could form thoughts#7th-8ish grade is where it got worse#had panic attacks like four times a week#and then heart palpitations started and holy shit I was googling symtoms and that would make it worse#was convinced I would get a heart attack#having a headache is part of my daily routine#then I got a crush on a guy and with it came body dysmorphia#couldn’t look people in the eye from how ugly I felt(still struggle with this one but we got this💪🏼💪🏼)#now I mostly just cry#like I deadass get stressed and overwhelmed and just cry#depression came next and I was honestly not surprised#and it tampered my anxiety a bit but I’d honestly rather feel stressed than feel so numb#yeah I wouldn’t recommend#so basically I lie awake feeling aware of my own heartbeat or of my body#oh and I can’t forget the physical pain that anxiety caused me#muscle aches literally convinced me there was something wrong with me#went to the doctor numerous times bc I NEEDED to be diagnosed with something or I would go crazy and instead got told to see a therapist#and the therapist basically told me everything I had already figured out myself but at least I can talk to someone#tw anxiety#tw depression#tw body dysmorphia#anxiety#mentions of depression#and I’m only a teenager so should I be worried about what happens in the next few years? bc this already sounds like a lot to me#this was supposed to be a funny little post but nvm I guess?? don’t worry about me I’m good though many good things in my life#teenager
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uh ohhhhhh getting all in my head again aha
#ok so even if im right what does that change#everything but ok ok. i can always just kms to atone for my sins <333#(<-normal coping mechanism with Not Being Able To Deal With The Kind Of Person You Are)#no no ok no kmsing but uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh bruh i thunk my brain is like. not built right#like what if thats not actually bpd. what if it IS npd after all and ive just#manipulated her into giving me the More Easily Palatable Diagnosis that allows#me (and some goodwilling others) to view myself as a victim instead of just an unsalvageable fucking monster lol#this is NOT the kind of problems i imagined myself having in my 20s#dunno why im losing my mind about rn in the middle of all this silly tumblr shenanigans but#i think my therapist is wrong. she keeps talking shit about trauma and abuse but this isnot#not right. I HAVENT HAD any truly traumating experiences. like divorced parents are normal it doesn't usually do THAT to people. that is NOT#trauma lol SA ok ig but i dont even like. think about it at all and it wasn't even actua fucking rape so like. MAYBE i could blame some#some of myunhealthy#kinks on it but thats literallyit#like me being the way i am really doesnt stem from me being a victim of abuse or anything#like there's no one to blame except for myself there is just something in me thats inherently lacking and it's driving me crazy#it's like im in a constant battle against myself where im forcing myself to feel bad about it because if i allow myself to let go#it's over. for me and for everyone i've manipulated into caring about me#it's insane it's genuinely fucking crazy i really feel like im losing my mind Sometimes#and like the worst part is i can't be fucking bothered to even try to change lol cause it's uncomfortable and it puts responsibility on me#and icant deal with that cause im a pussy and a serial quitter lmao#thats not 'fear of abandonment'. that's just being. wrongly wired. inside.#ANYWAY. never fucking mind. normal again uwu
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it's fun to look through datamined stuff but I need some of you to stop getting mad at larian for scrapping ideas you thought were cool. cool doesn't mean it'll make sense in the overarching story, and maybe larian likes this version better, or sometimes ideas just didn't work well with what they had in mind. I know this first hand from writing stories, I'll have cool ideas but realize later it doesn't fit the original tone of the story. it's okay to scrap stuff, but you can always use it for something else.
also, like it or not, it's larians game first, their story, their characters (I know.), it doesn't matter if we think something is cool, the reality is that not everything works in the end. and that's fine. that's how all art is, it's alive and ever-shifting, it'll go through many, many, versions, to the point where you might get sick of chewing on the same plot, and in the end the final version might not be as good as you thought when you look back in a few months or years. and that's ok. art isn't supposed to be perfect.
everything is subjective and I think fandoms would be a more intellectual place if people learned to critique art for what it is not what it isn't.
#of course don't get me wrong i have my own issues with the game that completely counters my point#but im not gonna sit around being upset over what could've been#overall i enjoyed bg3 i wouldn't have 600hrs if i didn't#to me this is like asking why an artist painted the forest instead of the dragon that was just out of frame#ofc you think the dragon is cooler but if the artist never told you they went to the dragon forest youd appreciate the forest for what it i#in art its like. the negatives elevate your subject. sometimes less is more no matter how cool it is#idk if im making sense ive been feeling sentimental about art recently and this is my favourite philosophy when it comes to my work#this isn't to say roll over and accept any art. always be critical always be a hater but the skill is knowing when and how#also im a believer of steal like an artist so if larian had cool ideas they didn't use? guess what? yours now. go crazy#i didn't mean for this to turn into a philosophy lesson on art but. theyre related#can you tell that ive gone insane from rewriting the same story bc i couldn't decide which version i liked better. i finally got it tho yay#oh god typo in the gc.... kill him . im not fixing that#six speaks#bg3#larian critical
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i cant stop thinking abt him... have been doing that all daynd i feel so sad nd my heart hurtsso bad nd i long for him sm it's just a bad day :((
#it's bc i saw that he#uploaded his background which was just nothing. and said that he feels empty#and a couple of months ago before i ruined it all#he said that he had me as his background#so now i feel so fkn sad#i dont know why im like this but i feel so crazy about him i wanna die#i think about him constantly and i'venever ever wanted to be with or know someone this badly#and to know that he sees me as a disappointment... and not good enough for him... and that he doesnt love me enough to wanna fix it#or even have a 'it' with me#hurts so bad#so now im just in an awful headspace...#i hate myself so much#i wish i could go back and not do what i did#i did it bc i thought it'd bring me closer to him#but i was wrong and i didnt understand that until now#and instead it caused him to think im not what he thought i was or what he wants me to be#and no matter how much i try to explain i realize thatonly i understand#bcmy brains broken and no one could ever understand why i do what i do#i am alone. always and forever i will never know closeness or intimacy#the thing is thatbefore i met him i was fine w that#i kinda longed for it but i had resigned myself to a life without it#then i met him nd it felt real nd like it could bereal for me#plus i genuinely like him sm i feel sm for him so i desperately want it w him#but then..... it turned out that im not good enough for him#it just rlly hurts that the ONLY time i've ever wanted someone#and it started w them wanting me back#who i am was a disappointment nd i fucked it up bc of a misunderstanding#that i cant clear up bc i cant make anyone understand my fucked up broken reasoning#i will bealone forever and i just wanna die
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shut UPPPPPPPPPPP someone just put the clip of tiny manticore telling betty "maybe you're going after someone who doesn't exist anymore" with simon trying to bring back betty back ohhhh i feel sick
#thats it exactly.#i reallyyyyy think its a good conclusion. betty probably SHOULD HAVE just accepted that simon was gone and learned to appreciate ice king#for who he was. it was seemingly impossible to get him back. she literally had to become part of a fucking chaos god just to do it#and this sacrifice really seemed to only hurt them both in the long run. and then it was reversed - simon tries to bring betty back#which is similarly impossible. but instead of letting him make some sort of crazy sacrifice like she did. she has finally realized that#she may have made the wrong choice and she wont let him do the same. its breaking the cycle of self-sacrifice its making up for her mistake#its her saying i may have ruined our chances of happiness together because i couldnt accept that you had changed.#there isnt any way for us to be together now. but i wont let you do the same. i gave up everything to let you have a second chance at life#and perhaps that was a mistake. but dont let it go to waste. dont give up everything like i did. just live your life.#let me go. let me let YOU go. accept that the past is flawed and beautiful and you cannot return to it. just let it exist as the past.#and keep that love in your heart and let yourself actually have a future instead of clinging onto these impossible hopes of returning#to that past. do what i did not.#godddddd the full-circleness of it all. i love these two so much#im so happy they finally got closure#serena.txt
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anyway. i am going to be SO incredibly livid and angry and throwing an absolute tantrum on thursday if i dont get good feedback on my script.
#and by good i mean anything actually helpful not just 'omg wow this is amazing' tho ofc that's acceptable too#like a month back now u. might remember that the day i was supposed to get feedback on my outline i literally ended up#holding back tears in class bc it was so. just. pointless and rude and genuinely not helpful#and last week everyone was soooo boring about the scripts that were due like no one was giving helpful critiques or anything#it was all just sooo insufferable u people are not being constructive about like actually helping someone develop their story or whatever#ur just being stupid. and by that i mean it. like they didnt even try to just understand the humor or worldbuilding of this one kid's scrip#t it pissed me off.#and i actually had fun with my script finally it's a first draft so u know it's gonna have its weak spots but eye had fun hanging out#w my girls <3 so. if people could attempt to be helpful this time around that'd be awesome.#like last time a few people made snide comments like 'um about this - well i can't even remember this one's name' hey girl. you could#probably look at the very contained outline i wrote that's right in front of your face instead of saying annoying shit like that to the#writer's face!#the vibes have just been off. that class was so fun for a while and lately it's been such a bitch fest.#they were so mean about mine and my friend's i think people r jealous that that's our bestie prof's class but like. he doesnt treat us any#kind of way you know. and he's supportive of everyone like u dont have to make this weird#sorryyyyy for complaining about what i THINK is wrong with everyone but like! idek how to deal with their passive aggressive shit anymore#they're mean to each other too sometimes#just gonna go crazy with it on thursday#abby talks
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