#but they love me. so i guess im just going to have to be the bad guy

[doomdoomofdoom]

So like. Fun fact.

Most countries actually focus on their own history and culture in the school curriculum. unless they're directly affected by other countries in their history. For example, I'm not french, but I still had to learn about Napoleon. That guy was everywhere.

The US stands out because it's a very new country (not even 250 years) and doesn't have much history beyond that, because they were pretty insistent on genociding those who did have history in these lands. On that note, the US doesn't really teach about inside the US either, but that doesn't make you shut up about it, does it?

I'm almost tempted to read the above as satire because. You don't watch foreign films?? Did you think Squid Game being about Koreans was a DEI measure? No foreign books? I mean even putting aside the semantic arguments of most "classics" being british and the bible technically being the bestselling book of all time while decidedly not originating from America, I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me you've never met anyone who read manga. You're not exposed to foreign cultures??? Motherfucker you literally called your country a melting pot. (Or a salad bowl, depending on your cultural philosophy) Over 15% of people residing in the US are immigrants by the most strict definition of Not Being Born In The Country. This doesn't even account for any second, third, or subsequent generation immigrants. (Bonus fun fact: Descendants of the original Colonizers would be up to 12th generation immigrants but the definition of a generation is flighty)

Do I look like I want to know all sorts of shit about the US? okay so im actually an american studies major so im an outlier adn shouldnt be counted but for the sake of argument, pretend that im not.

No!! But that shit happens to be relevant because we live in a globalized world. So i went ahead, looked it up, and fucking educated myself. I'm literally writing this in a language that's foreign to me and I had to learn first.

And yeah, that's not always easy. And yeah, it's a bit scarier now. You're going through some shit politically that's very concerning. But so are other countries. There's been a pretty much global shift to the right in recent years. Every country has some group hellbent on attacking civil rights. Yours just loves being in the global spotlight and has the geopolitical power to make it so. You have an insanely strong propaganda machine, but guess what!! Whining about the propaganda machine keeping you from learning about other cultures is literally the propaganda machine at work!! You're just gonna sit on your ass and stay culturally isolated because the big guys said there's nothing you can do about it??

Do better. Watch a K-Drama or something. Read something on wikipedia. Try figuring out why OP mentions being hungarian. Might be a bit of an eye opener.

"you don't get it, the usa is a fascist country full of government propaganda, and our rights as women and queer people are constantly attacked!! you have no idea what that's like!!" i'm hungarian 👍

[whambamsami]

private show pt.2

summary: what happens in the private showroom, stays in the private showroom...stripper!bucky pt.2

pt. 1

warnings: 18+ language, alcohol, almost smut! i promise theyre gonna fuck like bunnies in the next part of this lmao

note: if this doesnt flow super well im sorry, i didnt proofread and i did rush it a bit! i also dont totally understand how tag lists work so forgive me if i messed that up too haha, small chance i delete this and try to make it a bit cleaner!

taglist!: @sebastians-love @marianastudiesart @bowscale @staley83 @opheliabbarnes @hhyukasworld @unicornqueen05 @defn0tonyourleft <3

If the bouncer noticed your nerves, he didn’t let on. He just pulled back the plush red curtain and waved you in. 

You stepped inside before you could decide against it. 

The door shuts with a soft click.

The room smells like leather and cologne. Dim lights flicker warm over plush velvet seating. Your heart’s pounding in your chest. And you’re frozen where you stand.

Because in the center of the room, the man you’d seen on the stage was leaning against a pole, shirtless now, glistening faintly in the warm, low light. One silver chain resting against his collarbone, made of the same metal that made up his left arm. Tattoos dotted his chest and abs, thin black ink delicately drawing your eyes lower. A dangerous smirk on his lips. 

Bucky, they had said his name was.

Wonder if that was his real name.

“Oh.” You breathed.

His smirk turned wolfish. 

“So you’re the girlfriend,” he said, voice low and deep as he stepped closer. “Didn’t expect you to say yes.”

“...And if I had said no?” 

“Then I guess I would have had to come out there and ask in person,” he said, eyes raking over you. “And that could’ve gotten messy.”

You sputter just for a second before catching yourself.

“I- yeah. Thanks for the rescue. I really appreciate it.”

He tilted his head. “The rescue?” 

“Yeah. Saved me from my asshole boyfriend and his gross friends. I owe you.”

That made him pause for a beat. Considering. Calculating. 

Then he’s back in control like nothing happened.

“Is that what you think this is?” he smiled gently, stepping even closer.

You blink. “Um. Yeah? You got me away from Nick and made him look like a jackass. Not exactly a hard thing to do, but still-credit where credit’s due.”

Bucky laughed-low and rough, like gravel wrapped in velvet. He had a nice laugh, you thought. 

“Sweetheart”- and you do a great job of showing how that nickname doesn’t affect you one bit, you’re sure of it- “I didn’t save you. I picked you.”

Your stomach did something traitorous as he popped the champagne, and you didn’t miss the evil glint in his eyes when the head of the bottle was swallowed by frothy foam before he could capture it with the flutes. 

He handed you a glass. 

You needed it. 

“What does that mean?” 

He leaned in, his voice dropping to something that wrapped around your spine like silk.

“It means I saw you sitting out there, looking like you were five seconds from either crying or setting the place on fire, and I figured you could use a reminder that not everyone in the room is a complete asshole.” 

Great. More pity. Just what you needed.

But then he continued.

“And I could see your thighs squeezing together when you saw me. All the way from up on the stage.”

You let out a soft breath, surprised at how much that hit you.

But he wasn’t done. 

“It also means,” he added, reaching out to brush a lock of hair behind your ear, “I wasn’t gonna let some sweaty, insecure little prick keep looking at you like you were an object. Not when I know exactly how a woman should be treated, how you deserve to be treated.”

“Wow,” you breathe, almost to yourself, “you’re like… dangerously good at this.”

He grins. Like he had you right where he wanted you.

And suddenly the room around you felt like it was shrinking. You instinctively go to tug your dress down a bit, feeling overexposed. But he’s quicker, catching your hand in his own. 

“Don’t,” he murmurs, “you’re perfect like this.”

You should laugh it off. You should roll your eyes.

But you don’t.

Because the way he says it- like he means it-makes something deep inside you clench.

“I liked your show.” and it feels like a confession, like something you weren’t allowed to say out loud. 

“I know.” and you roll your eyes playfully before he cuts you off with, “So did your thighs.” 

You choke on your laugh.

“Confident, aren’t we?”

Bucky tilts his head a bit, and you can’t tell if he’s getting a better look at you or analyzing exactly where he needs to touch to make you weak.

“Don’t act shocked. You started it. Squeezing your thighs together while I was on stage? That’s flirting.”

“That’s called crossing my legs.”

“Cross them around my head next time, and we’ll call it even.”

You blink.

“Are you always this subtle?”

“Sweetheart,” he grins, “subtle gets you half the fun. You want subtle, go back to your boyfriend.”

You roll your eyes. “Ex-boyfriend.”

He takes another step forward. Then another. Gently leads you to sit on the red couch, so soft it felt like you were being sucked into it. God, you didn’t even want to think about what this room would look like if you turned on a blacklight- 

He straddles your lap.

And you forget how to breathe.

His knees bracket your legs, not quite touching you. His hands rest on his own thighs, muscles flexing just slightly, forearms thick and inked. 

He’s shirtless. You were clever enough to have noticed that when you first entered, but now, up close, it was all-consuming.

The glow of the lights dances across his chest, down his stomach, and whatever oil he must have used on himself amplifies every divot of his toned body. He must have spent years eating clean and hitting the gym to get this kind of figure. Every inch of him screams control.

He looks like a god. 

“You ever had a dance like this?” he asks softly. 

You shake your head, sure that it’s the last move you’ll make before you become paralyzed forever. 

“Good,” his voice is raspy, like he’s almost whispering, “I want to be your first.”

He leans forward, lips grazing the shell of your ear. 

“And your favorite.”

Then he moves.

His hips roll slow and deep, grinding just above your center, close enough to feel the heat of him through your clothes. His hands rest on the couch on either side of your shoulders, caging you in.

“How do you want this to go, doll?” he murmured, voice low and sinful “You want me slow? Gentle?”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. He was close-too close. You could smell him. Feel the heat coming off his skin.

“Or…” His metal hand gripped the back of the couch behind your head. “You want me to show you what your asshole boyfriend never could?”

He doesn’t touch you. Not yet.

But he doesn’t need to.

Because the way he watches your reaction-how your lips part in a silent gasp-it’s like he’s memorizing you.

You exhaled shakily.

“That one.” you say before your brain can catch up to your mouth, “That one sounds- sounds good.”

“Good,” he coos, “let’s make your boyfriend nice and jealous. Show him how a woman like you deserves to be treated.”

“God, can we please not talk about my boyfriend right now?” you mutter, doing your best to keep your hands rooted at your sides like you’re cuffed there.

Not a bad idea. 

He chuckles wickedly above you.

“You’re right, pretty girl. Sweet little thing like you, and he’s taking you to a dirty place like this? Doesn’t he know what happens when you don’t take care of your things?” he coos, rolling his hips once more, closer this time, “Someone might take them away. Take better care of them. Someone like me.”

You hear a soft, pathetic whine pass your lips before you can stop yourself.

His mouth curls. 

“That’s my girl, let me hear it. Let me hear how much you want this.”

He’s licking up your neck, biting gently at your shoulder, sucking the sensitive spot where your neck and collarbone meet, nibbling at your earlobe.

“Bet he’s never touched you like this, doll. Never had you whining, begging for him, not like I do. And I haven’t even shown you my best moves.”

“What, the ones that require me to buy two drinks minimum?”

“Mmm. The ones I really want to try on you. The ones that might get me fired.”

Then he moved-really moved.

His hips were flush against yours. His abs brushed your chest as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over your cheek. And then he finally brought his hips to yours.

Slow. Deep. Grinding down like he already knew exactly where you needed him most.

You gasped.

Your hands shot out on instinct, landing on his thighs, hard muscle under your palms. Just as quickly as you touched him, you pull away, internally cringing at your lack of control. 

“Sorry, I-”

“What are you sorry for, doll? Touch me all you want.” and he’s grabbing your hand in his, the vibranium arm still rooted behind your head. He brings your shaking fingers to his lips, his eyes never leaving yours as he gives your fingers a soft kiss, and then he’s dragging your hand down his chest, letting you feel every smooth valley and crevice of his delicious body, still rolling his hips into yours. 

Your fingers curled around his legs as he rocked into you again-slower, rougher, the friction making the growing heat between your legs grow more intense, drawing a gasp from you. 

“God, the sounds you’re making,” he growled, pressing his forehead to yours. “You ever been this wet with your clothes still on?”

“Jesus, Bucky-” and he’s back to his attack on your neck.

You’re gonna think about this later, aren’t you?” he said against your skin. “Gonna lie in bed and replay this in your head…fingers between your thighs… wishing it was me.”

“Fuck,” you whimpered, rocking your hips up to meet his.

“There she is.”

You’re not even sure when it happens.

One second, Bucky’s hips are rolling slow and smooth against yours, his hands slipping beneath your dress in ways that definitely crossed some rules, his voice wrecking you in your ear.

“You feel that, baby?”, he rasps, “That’s all me. For you.”

You’re just about to cave, to beg for him to just take you right there.

Then the door slams open.

“What the fuck?”

[ot3]

the kyoshi and yangchen books ARE fun though if you're a diehard atla fan theyre definitely worth a read. the kyoshi books have a better supporting cast and stronger story imo but i also really love the direction the author took with yangchen. it's a ton of fun to go from kyoshi's books where she's like 'ughhhh everyone keeps telling me i need to be like yangchen who was cool and awesome and chill and everyone loved her and she did everything perfectly' to yangchens book where her main dilemma is 'well im an air nomad so i can't just start attacking people i guess if i want to get anything done i need to be come politically underhanded as quick as humanly possible and extort people into become part of my espionage ring' which is certainly a different take on a pacifist avatar than we got from aang.

[kokii-omii]

I think this was lost among the many asks (and my god, there are a lot of asks im sorry) but I will send it again, leodete's pajama party... And a few other things I thought about UHUUUUUUULLLL

In sleeping positions, odete would be the person who sleeps curled up like a ball, next to leo. I think leo would sleep normally, but he would move and move during the night while odete stays in the same position until she wakes up. BUT, when they go to sleep, they would hold hands (and end up letting go during the night or not)... In the morning, I have doubts about who would wake up first, but I suggest it's odete. And she watches leo sleep until he wakes up (lovingly, not in a stalker way, okay? She likes to admire him)

And then they help each other to get ready, leo does odetes hair and vice versa... And odete helps leo to do his hair too! (and shares her signature purple lipstick)

Now another thing I've been thinking about is that odete is transgender. She discovered it early (is it floyd's fault? Very likely bro) and she's a little picky about her appearance because of that (THIS DOESN'T MEAN SHE DOES ANYTHING TO STOP BEATING RANDOM RSA STUDENTS. Her hand is ugly and horrible but she can deal with it(no she cant)) And then, when she realizes that "ah, Leokun isn't just a crush" she becomes even more demanding about her own appearance... At some point they'll figure it out, I guess.

sorry for the long ass ask i just really love leodete... theyre everthing to me... Im thinking abt buying comm for them what do u think

i feel like they would spoon each other, Leo big spooning her despite his tinyness, but then they end up switching when they wake up so now Leo's the little spoon

odete you see beauty in everything because leo is not a pretty sleeper

also this is what i think of whenever they pop up in my head

[biteyoubiteme]

You dont get how excited i was seeing that you posted this fic ive read it like three times and i realized i never reblogged it im sorry ;--;; but i LOVE this fic okay i love it sm you have no idea The engine roars in your ears as you bolt across the finish line, your car skidding and screeching to a halt. The cheers and claps of the crowd rise to an almost deafening crescendo, and you grip the steering wheel tight with furrowed brows, being able to feel how sweaty your forehead had become, adrenaline still surging through your veins as you pant heavily. A quick glance at the leaderboard tells you the result: Second. Fucking. Place. Like just from the start im so hooked- 

“Hardwork, my ass. His daddy got him connections and sponsorships, that’s why. He thinks he can just waltz in with that stupid smile and—oh my god, he’s winking at me. I’m going to fucking kill him.” Sure enough, Beomgyu catches your eye roll and winks your way before saying something to the reporters that makes them hysterically laugh. When i tell you i giggle and love love love love love rivals to lovers so much like the cockieness that can only be reached with rivals just heals something in me and this did just that i love it uuuuuggghhh

Taehyun shrugs, “He grows on you. I guess.” “Yeah, like a nasty mould.” im giggling and kicking my feet over this i love them ><

There is one thing you’ve never told anyone about. Not your teammates, not taehyun, and that is when you, of all people, made out with Choi Beomgyu one awfully unlucky night. Jumping around my room rn you cant see it but believe it- 

What you do remember though was looking at him, really looking at him, in the shifting, almost epileptic lights of the club. How big and brown his eyes were, how long and thick his eyelashes were and how they fluttered like a doll every time he blinked. How plump and pouty his lips were, especially now that he was drunk, he just kept on pouting his lips and his cheeks were flushed all rosy from all the alcohol he’d had. His long wolfcut was messy by now, bangs falling into his eyes. I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE ABOUT HOW PRETTY BEOMGYU IS 

The final lap is chaos, the audience on their feet now. You’re so incredibly angry, but you can’t let that get to you and hinder your focus, you clench your teeth, gripping your steering wheel so tight your knuckles are white, you’re even more determined to win than before. Okay but im on the edge of my seat over this race like its irl and i dont know whats going to happen like i love it sm

"You fucking cheated!" You shout, jabbing a finger at his chest. He blinks innocently, tilting his head in a puppy like way. "Me? Cheat? That’s a very serious accusation to make. I’d never." There’s a slight smugness to him, almost mocking, he’s not even pissed he didn’t win like you’d wanted him to be, just calm and collected and being a bitch. It makes you even more livid with him. THE RIVALS ARE BEING RIVALS AND I LOVE IT ITS MAKING MY BITE MY FIST AND KICK MY FEET BEHIND ME LIKE IM SO SAT AND OBSESSED WITH THEM- 

Something inside you just snaps. It infuriates you how you’re the one who won and yet, you feel small. Why is he the one sneering at you? That should be you! You want to have the upper hand over him, some semblance of control— just like that night again when he was putty in your hands. And so, before you can even register what you yourself are about to do, you grab him by his jacket, smashing your lips against his. He melts almost instantly, kissing you back so fervently and eagerly, as if he’d been waiting this whole time for this to happen. And you can’t lie, it felt almost euphoric to have his soft lips back on yours again. Almost like an addict getting their fix after a long withdrawal. EEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKK ><

but there’s a look of almost, somewhat hurt on his face. APOLOGIZE TO HIM AND ME FOR THIS ENDING EVIL!!! (i love this fic sm) 

☆ Drive you mad !

genre: racer au, smut, e2l, rivals , crack

Pairings: sub ! race car driver ! beomgyu x dom ! gn race car driver reader (afab when comes to smut)

Warnings: kinda public sex, bratty beomgyu, sub beomgyu, grinding/palming, edging, creampie, riding, hand job, degrading, sex in a car, clubbing, alcohol, hair pulling, tit sucking, use of names ‘good boy’, ‘whore’

Word count: 4.7k

The engine roars in your ears as you bolt across the finish line, your car skidding and screeching to a halt. The cheers and claps of the crowd rise to an almost deafening crescendo, and you grip the steering wheel tight with furrowed brows, being able to feel how sweaty your forehead had become, adrenaline still surging through your veins as you pant heavily. A quick glance at the leaderboard tells you the result:

Second. Fucking. Place.

You grit your teeth, rather aggressively slamming the door shut, and getting out of the car. Yanking off your helmet, you storm over to where Kang Taehyun, your ever-calm, teammate, was leaning casually against the pit wall, sipping on his water bottle from the last round he had just raced himself. You on the other hand, are seconds away from combusting.

“Fuck him.” You seethe and grumble, arms crossed as both of your gazes switch to focus on Choi Beomgyu in the centre, soaking up the spotlight a few metres away, gesturing animatedly for the cameras with sparkling eyes, a stupid smirk and very satisifed look on his face as he tucked his helmet under one arm. He’s surrounded and swarmed by reporters with god knows how many microphones shoved in his face who hang onto his every single word like he was some goddamn deity.

He basks in it, always loved the attention. You wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to win every race solely for the purpose of being met with cameras and praises at the end. It’s like he got off on that shit. Attention seeker.

“What a fucking nepo baby.” You scoff and taehyun laughs, always amused for your hate towards Choi Beomgyu. But it was true, he was only here because his father was a famous legendary racer back in the day, his racing career practically gift wrapped by him at a young age. Choi Beomgyu had everything handed to him on a silver platter whilst you had to claw your way through to get where you are now. But, it seems to be that you’re the only one who has a problem with him. Everyone else adores him, the 'golden boy'.

“Oh—hehe. Stop it. Thank you! Yeah, honestly it’s all about hard work.” You hear him gush and chuckle in faux shyness and humbleness, waving his hand dismissively, eyes shaped into little crescent moons and running a hand through his long soft brown hair. “But I don’t think I’m that good personally heh.”

You can’t help how hard your eyes roll at that, muttering more insults under your breath only taehyun can hear who's certainly more than entertained. “Hardwork, my ass. His daddy got him connections and sponsorships, that’s why. He thinks he can just waltz in with that stupid smile and—oh my god, he’s winking at me. I’m going to fucking kill him.”

Sure enough, Beomgyu catches your eye roll and winks your way before saying something to the reporters that makes them hysterically laugh. The audacity. You have half the mind of walking over there and strangling him right in front of the cameras. That surely wouldn’t end your career right? Or worse yet, put you in prison.

As the crowd around him finally disperses and fizzles out, Beomgyu confidently saunters over to you and taehyun, helmet still tucked under his arm and still grinning annoyingly.

“Oh no.” Taehyun chuckles, throwing a knowing look your way and nodding to the direction of beomgyu, “Incoming.”

“Fuck my life.” You mutter, taking a big breath in, bracing yourself for the worst.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favourite fan.” Beomgyu’s grin widens as he reaches you, snickering. He ignores your scoff in return, turning to taehyun instead with a smile and clapping his back. “Hey, Tae. Drinks after this? A bunch of us are going.”

“Yeah, I’m in. Congrats on first place today by the way.” Taehyun replies giving him a bro hug. To this day, you still can’t understand how taehyun can stand him. But Beomgyu has a lot of friends, and like you said, you really are the only one who dislikes him.

“How can you even hang out with him?” You make the most disgusted face you can muster towards Beomgyu to show the pure utter hatred you feel to him.

Beomgyu practically puffs out his chest, already expecting to be backed up and stood up against by taehyun.

Taehyun shrugs, “He grows on you. I guess.”

“Yeah, like a nasty mould.”

Beomgyu deflates, taking great offence, mouth hanging open and frowning, pouting at the both of you now laughing and high-fiving each other.

Beomgyu’s intense gaze then returns back to you. Taehyun, addressing the situation, and knowing how both your bantering can escalate, sees it’s best to leave, walking away to leave you alone with the cockroach. “Right, so as entertaining as this has been, I’m going to go now…preferably anywhere else...”

“What about you, y/n? No congratulations?” Beomgyu mocks and sighs boastfully once Taehyun has left. His voice dripping with that sickeningly playful lilt that always makes your blood boil. “No heartfelt speech on how I inspire you to be better? But hey, second place isn’t so bad.”

You narrow your eyes, standing up straight. “You won by, like,” you scoff, “a millisecond at best. Don’t get all cocky. It was just pure luck.”

He laughs, raising an eyebrow at you. “Oh, come on, I didn’t think you were such a sore loser. It’s called strategy.”

“Strategy?” you repeat incredulously, “The only strategy you have is relying on your last name to get you ahead.”

“God, you’re still on that? I feel like you’re just using that as an excuse to use still. Just admit I’m as good as you. Better, even. I’ve won one more race than you now~”

The two of you kept a tally of how many races you both have won, you’ve had the same exact score as him for ages now, obviously, not anymore. But you’ll win next time, just he waits.

He takes a step closer to you, waiting and expecting you to make a snarky comeback at him like you always do as you angrily stare him down and he does the same.

For a second, just one second, your eyes flicker down to his lips and suddenly, you’re brought back to an incident that occurred a few months ago. A memory you’ve tried—and failed—to forget.

There is one thing you’ve never told anyone about. Not your teammates, not taehyun, and that is when you, of all people, made out with Choi Beomgyu one awfully unlucky night.

⸝⸝

THE SAID AWFULLY UNLUCKY NIGHT YOU AND CHOI BEOMGYU MADE OUT:

The nightclub was packed with racers, sponsors, and fans celebrating the after party of a big end of season race, air heavy with the scent of alcohol and sweat. You nursed your drink, leaning against the bar.

Of course, Beomgyu was at the centre of the dance floor, surrounded by a group of admirers, his laughter ringing out over the music. He was never hard to spot, the centre of attention always.

"Ugh," you muttered under your breath, taking another sip of your drink.

“And you’re still staring?” Taehyun had teased, sitting beside you.

"I’m not staring.” You snapped, rolling your eyes. "I’m wondering how he manages to be so insufferable and stupid all the time."

“Sure,” Taehyun stifles a laugh, raising his glass to you. “Just don’t kill each other before the next race.”

You down the last of your drink, slamming it on the bar counter and ordering another, “Can’t promise that.”

The rest of the night is a blur to you. Too many drinks, too many spinning lights, and far too much proximity to Beomgyu.

You’re not one to get shitfaced drunk. You prefer the comfortable state of slight tipsiness and anything other than that is not fun for you, because why would someone want to be so drunk off their ass to the point of throwing up and not being aware of their surroundings? Usually, you’d chastise people like that, wondering how they can’t even manage how much they drink. But on that night, you’d had one too many to count, you were drunk, too drunk. Not the comfortable tipsiness that you’re used to.

You know that at one point, either you or Beomgyu had come up to the other and the normal bickering had ensued. You know he was just as drunk as you so whatever you both were arguing about probably made no sense at all.

What you do remember though was looking at him, really looking at him, in the shifting, almost epileptic lights of the club.

How big and brown his eyes were, how long and thick his eyelashes were and how they fluttered like a doll every time he blinked. How plump and pouty his lips were, especially now that he was drunk, he just kept on pouting his lips and his cheeks were flushed all rosy from all the alcohol he’d had. His long wolfcut was messy by now, bangs falling into his eyes.

He looked different that night, too. Not the usual racing suit and helmet, but a stylish black suit with his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a silver necklace glinting against his skin.

All in all, beomgyu was a pretty boy. You get why he had a lot of fans.

He was still going on about something to you, slurring his words, probably insulting you, and the only logical solution to shut him up in your inebriated state at that moment, was to kiss his pouty lips. Luckily, you both were at the very corner of the nightclub shrouded in darkness, everyone else too busy dancing and whatnot to see you both.

You remember him gasping when you grabbed the collar of his black shirt, yanking him down and pressing your lips aggressively against his, but he kissed you back almost instantly, without a second thought.

You weren’t very gentle with him, pushing him forcefully against the wall even further and tugging at his necklace. The way you were making out with him was just pouring out all your anger you’ve felt towards him for years. But, he just let you. He let you do anything to him and you were surprised, so different to the cocky and confident beomgyu you knew. And that sheer control he let you have over him for once felt so good, you didn’t want to stop.

That, and the fact Choi Beomgyu was also just really good at kissing, he made it so difficult to pull away at all, lips so soft and plump and addictive, making you want more and more and more.

But, you never spoke an utterance of it afterwards, he never brought it up, neither did you. And honestly, it felt so surreal, making out with the Choi Beomgyu, the one who you no doubtedly hate his guts and him kissing you back so pliantly? You’d believe it more if it was all just a hallucination. You were so drunk you wouldn’t be surprised if you made it all up, dreamt it even. Maybe it was someone else you made out with and you were so drunk you can’t remember. It’d make more sense than Choi Beomgyu.

Although, you do find yourself thinking about the makeout session often times than not, his lips on yours just felt so good. Too good. It was like, the best makeout you’ve had in your life and you curse it for being him. Why he had to be the one whose lips you still thought about? you don’t know. You’re certain he had forgotten and you wish you could have just like he seemed to.

But anyway, fuck that and fuck him.

⸝⸝

"What? Cat got your tongue?" Beomgyu is still sneering at you, awaiting your comeback but you can’t think well at the moment.

Your face heats, and you shove past him. “Go to hell, Choi.”

And his laughter follows behind you as you walk away. Oh, how he infuriates you.

You have one goal: beat Choi Beomgyu. Today is the day you finally get to race against him again. He’d held that last victory over your head, taunting you endlessly, with that invigorating, stupid smirk of his and you’d had more than enough. Today was your chance to shut him up and kick his ass. You’ll put him in his place and win. You’d been waiting for this.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another thrilling showdown! All eyes are on the two front runners y/n and Choi Beomgyu. These rivals have been neck and neck all season. Beomgyu won the last race but will he win again? Will today decide who’s truly on top?” The commentator’s voices boom over the loudspeakers.

The flagman waves the green flag, you slam on the gas pedal and you’re off, surging forward.

It wasn’t an easy race, beomgyu seemed motivated to win too. He was always either just ahead or just behind, not far enough for it be satisfactory, but nail bitingly tense, as anything could happen any moment. And right now, ahead, just barely, was him, blocking every attempt you made to overtake him.

“Y/n’s looking for an opening,” the commentators shout. “But Beomgyu’s defensive driving is flawless so far. Look at that precision!”

Loud noises of the engines are all you can hear, filling your ears as you manoeuvre around sharp turns, tires screeching against the asphalt. The laps all blur together but you’re nearing the end now.

You managed to get alongside him on the straight, your cars almost touching, crowd going wild as you both enter the next corner side by side, dangerously close.

“Neither driving is moving an inch!”

Suddenly, beomgyu’s car swerves towards yours, bumping and hitting at yours with such force, a dirty, blatant attempt at running you off the track and then he overtakes you. You gasp, fighting to stabilise your car, narrowly avoiding a spin. That was a new low, even for Choi Beomgyu. He’d never cheated like that before and you’re absolutely enraged.

The final lap is chaos, the audience on their feet now. You’re so incredibly angry, but you can’t let that get to you and hinder your focus, you clench your teeth, gripping your steering wheel so tight your knuckles are white, you’re even more determined to win than before.

The last stretch looms ahead and he’s just razor thin ahead of you, in the last second, you see your opening. Beomgyu had oversteered slightly on the turn, just enough for you to slip past him, you speed ahead.

“AND Y/N TAKES THE WIN IN A SPECTACULAR FINISH! THEY’VE DONE IT! WHAT A RACE!”

You crossed the line first. By a hair.

Everyone erupts, but your satisfaction is short-lived. Beomgyu’s cheating had completely soured your victory. The fucking nerve of him.

You barely register the reporters swarming you, bombarding your face with microphones. “Y/n! how does it feel to take first place?!”

“An incredible performance today, what was going through your mind?!”

The post race interview is a haze of forced smiles and generic answers. You’re barely listening as the reporters barrage you with questions. You’re still so pissed off at Beomgyu.

When it’s finally over, you make your way to the garage and that’s where you spot him leaning casually against his car, arms crossed in a nonchalant way. You clench your fists, blood boiling as you storm over to him. He’d crossed the line, well, not literally this time, but definitely fucking figuratively.

"You fucking cheated!" You shout, jabbing a finger at his chest.

He blinks innocently, tilting his head in a puppy like way. "Me? Cheat? That’s a very serious accusation to make. I’d never." There’s a slight smugness to him, almost mocking, he’s not even pissed he didn’t win like you’d wanted him to be, just calm and collected and being a bitch. It makes you even more livid with him.

“You intentionally tried to cause a collision with me. You should have been penalised. I don’t know how you weren’t!”

“Yeah, and you still won. So why are you even mad?” He crosses his arms and shrugs, ridiculing you. “If you can’t handle that maybe you should switch to something lighter like go karting instead.”

"Can’t handle?!" You splutter, looking at him in pure disbelief, your voice rising. "You arrogant, nepotistic, spoilt brat!-” Each insult punctuated with a sharp poke to his chest and, yet he still finds it all funny, bursting out into laughter at you.

Something inside you just snaps. It infuriates you how you’re the one who won and yet, you feel small. Why is he the one sneering at you? That should be you! You want to have the upper hand over him, some semblance of control— just like that night again when he was putty in your hands.

And so, before you can even register what you yourself are about to do, you grab him by his jacket, smashing your lips against his. He melts almost instantly, kissing you back so fervently and eagerly, as if he’d been waiting this whole time for this to happen. And you can’t lie, it felt almost euphoric to have his soft lips back on yours again. Almost like an addict getting their fix after a long withdrawal.

The kissing becomes heated fast, sounds of your mouths smacking filling the echoing garage as he lets you take over his mouth completely, letting you bite and pull at his bottom lip, emitting soft little gasps at this.

Even for the second time, it was disorienting seeing Beomgyu like this, nothing like the beomgyu you knew on the track or in the spotlight, and now with no alcohol in your system, neither of you could even blame whatever was going on right now on that. It’s all too intoxicating. It takes everything in you to pull back for air.

You push him against his car with more force than necessary, and Beomgyu stumbles slightly before sitting down on the top of the hood. His eyes are blown wide, flustered as you stand between his splayed legs, cupping his cheek and kissing him again, him responding immediately. This is how you like him. Your kisses trail down his jaw and the column of his neck, when you suck on his adam’s apple, he lets out a sharp intake and gasp, tilting his head back to give you more access, he already seems worked up from just a few kisses. Was his neck really that sensitive?

When your hand slides down to palm him through his trousers, his breath hitches and his jaw goes slack. “Oh…b-but we’re in public…” his cheeks flush a deep red and he protests weakly, plump lips all swollen and glossy and wet from the intense making out.

You raise a brow. “So you want me to stop?” You keep grinding your palm against his very hard length now, sucking on his neck and he shudders and whines cutely, very clearly enjoying it.

“W-wait no….” So you continue, he’s panting as you palm him, rutting into your hand himself. You pull back just enough to look at him, so dumb and lost in pleasure, lips parted with soft breathy moans and gasps as he chases the small friction you give him, his brows knitting together.

You roll your eyes at the sight of him, “Trying to run me off the track? You’re pathetic, beomgyu.”

“Pathetic?” He scoffs, still having the nerve to act like a brat when it’s all crumbling. “h-hah, if anyone’s pathetic it’s you—s-shit y/n—please. I need more, please.” Completely contradicting himself, because if there was only one word to describe him exactly right now, it would be pathetic.

“Admit it. Say you’re nothing but a dirty cheater first.”

“You wish.”

“Okay. I’ll leave you like this. All hard and horny.”

He hesitates, scowling, debating whether or not to challenge you, but when you stop all contact of palming and kissing his neck, starting to step away, he caves in.

“Wait!” He blurts, grasping at your wrist, eyes wide and pleading. “I’m…fine. Fine! I’m nothing but a dirty a cheater...” His face burns, embarrassed, humiliated, his pride hurt. The admission sends a thrill through you, he’s always been so full of himself, but now he’s just a needy pathetic mess for you. You’re having so much fun.

You grin. “Aw. What a good boy.” You coo sarcastically. The words have an instant effect on him though, whole body tensing and cheeks blooming into an even more impossibly vivid red and he whines, hands clutching at your hips to bring you back as he still sits pliantly on the hood of his car.

You unzip his pants, flushed pretty cock already leaking, slapping at his tummy and you brush your thumb over his sensitive tip, spreading the bead of pre-cum that gathered there slowly, watching his reaction and he looks down at the action himself, drawing out a helpless shudder and whimper from him. He groans, eyes half lidded when you wrap your hand around his cock, moving up and down with a deliberate slowness that makes his breath hitch every few seconds and whine.

“God, you’re so easy, beomgyu. Are you this much of a whore all the time?” You murmur and tease, dragging your teeth over his cute earlobe, ears all red, feeling him shiver.

“Shut”, he whimpers cutely, “up. I-i could…ah…fuck you stupid right now.” He retaliates or attempts to, but his hands grip the edge of the hood like he’s barely holding himself upright.

You laugh. “Oh, really? Because you look pretty wrecked already.” He was so fucked out right now, you wonder if he’d even be able to take it when you actually fuck him.

He’s still trying to keep up the pretense of resistance. “I’m not wrecked. You’re—” You pump his cock at a ruthless pace, jerking him off fast, occasionally toying with the slit on the head of cock and his body goes limp under you touch, moaning out prettily and loudly, eyes squeezing shut and panting, chest heaving. He clings to you now, head buried in your neck, practically drooling, body jerking with every stroke. He still attempts to bite back at you but they come out as dumb babbles and mumbles of nonsense, mewling and gasping, completely at your mercy.

Beomgyu whines and moans deliriously. “F-fuck! Oh—need to cum. C-can’t.” He removes his head from your neck to look up at you with glossy doe eyes, so wrecked and hanging on by a thread. You move your hand up and down his dick unrelentingly and before he’s just about to cum, you pull your hand off him.

The pained, frustrated cry that escapes him is deliciously pathetic. His hips jerk into the air desperately to chase the sensation, but it’s long gone now. He looks at you in shock, eyes wide in utter betrayal and devastation, and now wet with tears of frustration. But then he frowns and scowls, annoyed he didn’t get to cum. “What the fuck was that for?” He pouts.

“I could think of a lot honestly. But, don’t you want to cum inside me?”

His jaw hangs open. “Please. Yes.” Beomgyu breathes out, nodding fervently and looking at you with puppy eyes, pupils dilating and dazed at the thought alone.

Sliding off the hood, beomgyu takes your hand like an obedient puppy, and you open the car door. He sits in his driver’s seat, his flushed face tilted up to watch you as you climb onto his lap. You rid yourself of your own clothes, watching as his gaze drops immediately to your bare tits, breath catching and lips parting as he stares, seemingly captivated. He’s so stupid.

You grab his dick and use the head to rub your clit, making him let out little stuttered gasps, sliding him over your entrance and folds a few times before you sink slowly down completely. The feeling of your warm tight pussy making him go cross eyed as he groans, sucking in air and throwing his head back, grasping at your waist, furrowing his brows and mouth in an ‘o’ shape, you beginning to ride him.

It’s so hot and cramped and sweaty in the car now as you bounce on his dick continuously, being able to hear the obscene slapping and sticky noises so loudly. Beomgyu looks in a state of absolute, pure bliss, moaning like a bitch, mind all fogged up and mushy at the feeling of your pussy, his messy damp bangs falling into his eyes so all you can see is his very glistening round lips, still in that sustained ‘o’ shape, just so dumbed and fucked out.

He’s a gorgeous wreck, thick doll-like lashes fluttering. If only everyone else could see Choi Beomgyu like this right now. It feels so empowering and satisfying after all these years of him being so infuriating. You love how, despite his attempts at being bratty, he’s so docile and such a simple whore.

You tangle your hands in his hair and tug and pull every so often, which he clearly very likes if the high and strained moans are anything to show for this. His hands squeeze at your tits when it feels too good for him. His lips latch onto one of your nipples, tongue flicking over it and sucking and kissing as he looks up at you with his big brown eyes. When you deliberately clamp your pussy tightly around him, he moans out your name in response, muffled from him still sucking your tits needily, body slightly jerking.

“You remember, don’t you?—at the club?” You ask, although it was probably obvious by now.

Beomgyu pauses for a moment, popping his wet droolly mouth off your boobs, eyes darting away for a moment before returning to look at you, nodding vigorously, “of course I remember…l-liked it.” You cup his cheek again, kissing beomgyu hard, hands still tangled in his hair, tugging, fucking him mercilessly as he moans softly against your lips. “Oh god, m’ sso close. Can I cum?”

You nod, kissing him some more, “Cum for me, beomie.”

“Holyy s-shitt—” Beomgyu’s eyes roll to the back of his head, squeezing one of your tits as if for support, his back arches, his tongue lolling out dumbly, whole body trembling and shaking. You bring one of your hands to your clit, rubbing and riding yourself on him harder. With a choked off scream, he spills so much of his cum inside you, and the gorgeous sight brings you over the edge too, cumming as well.

He doesn’t pull out though, burying his face in your neck, gasping for air, groaning and clinging to you tightly, he’s still shuddering and you can feel little spurts of his cum still dribbling in you, pussy completely milking him.

The two of you sat in the car still afterwards in a slightly awkward silence. Both of you panting, trying to come down from your highs, left to fully take in what had just happened and also how thoughtless it was. Fucking Choi beomgyu in the garage? You’re incredibly lucky no one walked in. It wasn’t even like both of you were trying to be quiet either, none of that running through your mind at that moment. What if someone had heard?

Beomgyu, for once, was quiet, his usual smirk replaced with a dazed expression, so far gone. He leans slowly towards you though, looking as if he was about to kiss you again.

“This…this doesn’t mean anything by the way.” You mutter, beginning to button up your shirt.

Beomgyu scoffs, running a hands through his hair. “Doesn’t feel like nothing.”

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t. At all.” You roll your eyes, trying not to freak out, you open the car door, wanting more than anything to just get out. You walk away, leaving him there, disheveled and barely clothed, still slumped in the driver’s seat. And you don’t see it, but there’s a look of almost, somewhat hurt on his face.

A/n: happy new year !!<3 please give this lots of love it was such a bitch to write idk why but I really struggled with this 😭 also I’m so sorry to all the racing fans if makes no sense, I just made up my own kind of racing competition thing. Also the cars do not look anything like f1 cars 😭 more kind of like the nascar ones so they can actually fuck in it 😭 idk bro. I know no nothing about cars or racing. Also I’m sorry if the smut seems rushed and messy, I haven’t edited it and I was lowkey rushing to get this out

Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷🌷! It’s incredibly discouraging and disappointing when fics have such little reblogs ☹️👎🤨. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it makes writers want to actually write more :)

[lostlittlelamb07]

Thoughts on new Obey Me app:

I am squinting REAL hard right now.

Not much has been said, just a new announcement for a third app that will be centralized as a lifestyle app with a "what if....you're married" scenario.

I've already seen many complaints about it just being the brothers, but it seems like the most reasonable? They started out with the brothers in the original to later then add the dateables and just recently the side characters (thirteen, mephisto, and Raphael). They did say that they would be adding more down the line so it's most likely that the brothers are a test run for whatever new mechanics they'll be adding. Then once every bug has been ironed out, that's when theyll add Dia, Barb, and Purgatory house. Holding out the newest characters and releasing them probably one by one to keep the excitement going as long as possible.

((also they keep mentioning a Seran(? Barbatos and Simeon have named dropped him a couple of times in nb) along with Michael and Candy, thirteen's sister. And Mephisto's brother but i dont think we'll ever see him and if we do he'll probably be like Luke. Read: DO NOT TOUCH THE CHILDREN. So, we might hopefully get to actually see them with this new game))

Personal note: lowkey kinda angry cause i waited so long to get over them and move on after they so unceremoniously killed off both games at the same time and I finally downloaded Love and Deepspace. THEN A WEEK LATER NOW YOURE TELLING ME THE BROTHERS ARE COMING BACK IN THE SAME FORMAT AS LADS????? feels like theyre refusing to let me move on....... "Lifestyle game" fucking shit fuck me and my wallet i guess

Anyways,

The plot where it stands can really go in many directions. Obey Me had sort of a long-term plot going on with the weekly shenanigans, the plot being MC lands in the Devildom as an exchange student for Diavolo's hope to bring peace to all three worlds.

Basic, easy, can milk that shit as long as there is no peace.

So why are we here if it's that basic? The characters. We're all lonely sheep who found solace in the arms of the seven demons we share a house with while in the exchange program.

Turns out there is A LOT of bad blood in between the three worlds, both angels and demons are aggressive to each race even after thousands of years after the war. AND they both look down on humans as even lesser beings.

That's why Solomon is revered as the greatest sorcerer and respect despite being human. He worked so hard and gained so much power despite all the forces being against him. He single handedly became humanity's protector. He wants humans to be seen as equals, no matter the cost. And it cost him... A lot. But there was no price he wouldn't pay for the knowledge and power to hold his own. Some say that this led him to a point where some even question his own humanity.

In game, when you first meet Solomon he is weary and trying to size you up. But still wants to be there as a fellow human. As the story progresses and he inevitably falls in love with MC, he tries multiple times, And I MEAN MULTIPLE TIMES THROUGHOUT *BOTH* GAMES, to make MC promise that they wont forget that they are human and that if it comes down to it, to choose humanity.

Now MC, sure they hear his warnings, they promise to not forget. BUT HOW CAN YOU IGNORE THOSE 7 (9 if we're counting dia and barb. And who are we kidding WE ARE) HOT AS FUCK DEMONS. who just hold you so nice and kithh your forehead so sweetly uwu

So yea, MC kinda just brushes Solomon off and builds deeper relationships with the brothers. Even after the first year of the exchange program ended, MC worked really hard to become Solomon's apprentice and gain a place in the devildom even if theyre human. The brothers' love is the driving force for all our actions.

I haven't finished the OG game just yet (im putting it off as long as possible cause i dont want to finish it just yet.;-;) so im not quite sure how the OG bridges over to Nightbringer. But we start NB by going back in time to help the brothers through their trauma as it is right after the Celestial War just ended.

Nightbringer really gets into the world building in the first few chapters. They show how demons treat the brothers because they were former angels. Racism is real in hell too bro. This is before RAD was established so you can really see the discrimination against angels and humans. MC had to hide their race due to the times, and of course when it was found out that they were in fact human and were lying to the brothers all hell breaks loose. But it's ok cause the bros still love you just the way you are. They dont care if youre a worm, MC❤️ (which again is how demons and angels see humans)

Anywho, that's why Diavolo is really working hard to bring peace and equality to all three realms, and you can really see he has made a difference from NB to the OG.

But it's still not enough.

Simeon's situation at the end of NB (after we go back to the present, so that means after the events of the OG as well.) is really frustrating and really drives home the point that we are no where near Dia's vision for peace amongst the three worlds.

SPOILERS: I was really frustrated with Simeon's story arc. From the time he gave up his wings for us all the way to him becoming human because of us. I jsut- i love him sm and he has suffered so much and we cant comfort him because every time we actually touch the topic that there is something wrong with him, something happens that's like NOPE- AND MORE SHENANIGANS HAPPEN THAT WE HAVE TO PUT SIMEON ON THE BACK BURNER AND THE FACT THE PURE FUCKING FACT THAT THEY DID THAT NOT ONCE BUT *TWICE* I AM LIVID. Then i was happy cause he FINALLY was able to be with the brothers, he FINALLY had the courage to break free from heaven and he might actually have a chance with the mc and live a life with the freedom he so desperately wanted........ But then Barbatos had to come in with a rude awakening. Simeon was part of the exchange program.

What would they say about Diavolo's program if an angel who participated, an archangel for that matter, was then suddenly cast out of heaven and turned into a demon?

Needless to say i was crying cause shit Barbs is right. Everything would become chaos, maybe even to the point of another war. And then Diavolo's dream would truly be out of reach. A silly dream.

So now we dont get Simeon's demon form and he has to go back to his gilded cage.

RACISM ROBBED US-

Anyways, i could talk about Simeon for hours so moving on.....

In the OG, after we become full fledged sorcerers, we are able to come and go in the Devildom as we please. But we still cant stay there indefinitely.

That's when the topic of Marriage comes in.

Diavolo shot that down pretty quickly. Not just because he was jealous and could not believe that all 7 of the brothers were asking for his permission to marry MC. But why? That's right. Because of racism.

The discussion ends with Diavolo promising that he will do anything in his power so that one day "you can marry *anyone* in this room" ;)

Marriage can't happen between the three worlds.

Interracial relationships are heavily looked down upon. That's the whole fucking reason the Celestial War happened in the first place, Lilith as an angel fell in love with a human and was cast out because of it, leading Lucifer and the brothers to go against heaven and fall.

That discussion happened near the end of the OG and then the events of NB happen and after we are sent back to the present, it seems to pick up right where the OG left on.

All this to bring us to the third installment of the Obey Me franchise.

If we really are going to be marrying the brothers in this "what if" scenario, then I really do hope that Solmare puts in the effort and actually give us some plot to advance the story instead of a silly "arent you so glad the three worlds are at peace now mc?! you're married now! Isnt he so nice as he makes you breakfast now give us $29.99 to set the pancakes as a wallpaper🙂"

I really do hope that's not the case. But i digress.

I'm keeping my hopes on a moderate level and will be downloading the new app and proceeding with caution. I already have both VIP passes for OB!OG and NB... Personally i cant afford a third subscription so depending on how the game is, one has gots to go, i really hope thats not the case but one has to take into consideration that this is a company profiting off of people's loneliness and has multiple times chosen money and disregarded the plot and characters so many times it's not even funny.

All this to say, I really do hope the story continues and it's not just another mindless cash grab.

Before i go there is one shining beacon of hope left.

When the og came out, and it's still available on their website, the brothers were each introduced with their sin to kinda give you an idea of what theyre about.

"The Perfectly flawless but malicious sadist. The mighty First-born. Lucifer

Greedy for all the money in the world. The scummy second born. Mammon!" Ect.

It's like that for almost all the Brothers but then

"Could too much love breed rebellion? The catnapping seventh-born. Belphegor"

.....huh?

Obviously this is a reference to the actual plot in which Belphie loved humans so much that Lilith followed and that eventually caused the Celestial War. But at the time, that introduction to Belphie didnt make sense when compared to how the others were introduced.

This brings me to the new promotion for the new game:

Marriage is the topic and yeah as each brother comes on screen each one has a sentence alluding to the game.

"Ever wondered what it would be like to marry a demon?" Lucifer appears holding a ring (this leads me to believe that we will be seeing/starting the game with the proposal AND the wedding. Hopefully.)

"Newly Wed Life😍" Mammon appears, this probably is pointing to the Lifestyle game mode.

"Your demon partner supports your everyday life👍"

"Each conversation brings you closer together..."

"Enjoy Married Life as your bond deepens!"

Levi's, Satan's, and Asmo's are practically the same things. I'm thinking surprise guests but with more interactions.

((Another personal note: when i first started playing Love and Deepspace, there is a function for the guy youre meeting with to remind you of events and things like that in real time. This also includes a calendar where you can keep track of your period and he'll remind you that it's coming up and during the week of blood he'll check on you and give you tips on how to feel better. I obviously compared it to the surprise guests in Obey Me, which at that point had lost all their charm in being interactive and felt more like going through the motions mechanically. It felt lackluster except for when you could actually afford to change their outfits and switching periodically in between guests so as to not get tired of them. Now i can't help but wonder if the new Obey Me app will include more interactive features like LADS.))

BUT THEN WE GET TO THE TWINS

Belphie's is simple enough, you could read into it or put it with the others as promoting the new everyday lifestyle game format, "Now's your chance to make your dream come true! 'Shout at us with all your love!'"

LADS includes a function where you can record your breathing, makes me think maybe Obey me will include something similar where you can record yourself and the characters will react to it. Or maybe that's reading into it too much, regardless it's a thought.

BUT THEN WE HAVE BEELZEBUB

MY MAN, MY LOVE, MY SWEET MACAROON

WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN??????

Does this elude to what i was saying about Diavolo managing to eradicate racism so that we can get married??.............Or................

Does this mean we're gunna talk about MC's mortality?

"Till death do us part... Or until a demon changes the rules?"

Are we going to become immortal like Solomon?? Or does this mean something else entirely???? Why does it end with a question mark??? Am i just reading too much into it?

Probably.

All we can do is wait and hope for the best.

These have just been my thoughts, thank you so much for taking the time to read!

Here's hoping our hearts don't get crushed!

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[softly-faye]

𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭

(I wasted my half of my summer tryna hold on your hand)

[ Reader x JJ Maybank. ]

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You have never fit in with the kooks, never. Not once in your life. Cause you weren’t stuck up asshole who thought poor people were ‘lazy’. You weren’t selfish.

You didn’t shit on people from the cut for having small houses- or not having the newest car. Cause why would you?

I guess that’s what made you stick out like a sore thumb, you never though you were meant to be a kook you mother always had said that too. You had empathy so much fucking empathy it’s not necessarily a bad thing but it’s certainly not a good thing when it can be used against you. Makes’ you naive.

Your entire life you’ve never really had friends I mean who would you didn’t like partying, you weren’t interested in drinking or smoking or even boys. It��s not like you didn’t wanna be loved cause you did.

Really badly.

I guess that’s what you were thinking about in this moment - you wouldn’t be here, your head wouldn’t be pounding and your ribs would hurt every time you took a breath. You just had to fuck up your cycle. Before this-before him… Your life was okay, and now you’re so fucked.

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Your whole life you felt comfortable being alone, plus you were never alone when you had art. Right? Art helped you express yourself it always had even as a little kid, and you’re pretty damn good at it.

Every art teacher you’ve ever had made sure you knew that, it gave you a sense of faith.

To say you were completely friendless was a stretch - you had people you talked with. But it was safe to say you were never invited to the sleepovers or the birthday parties, it hurt more back then and now you’ve gotten over it.

You’re weird and a loner and that’s just what you need to accept, you will always be like that. Maybe things would be different if you weren’t a kook.

You took deep breaths smelling-almost tasting the nice crisp ocean breeze as the salty wind blew your hair and the sun was starting to cast a golden hour right before it would start setting.

Your toes against the sand grounded you and it made you forget all your troubles, in another life you’d like to think you had something special with the ocean perhaps you were an animal that lived in it.

You finally found a good spot, putting down your hand crochet purple beach bag. Gently spreading out your soft pink towel and getting your camera equipment.

Photography was another beautiful thought of art, how you could capture the perfect sunset on camera.

Meanwhile.

“All im saying is I’d rather have two tongues then three eyes. You know what I could do with two tongues-“ The blond exclaimed as he winked at John B then Kie gently and playfully smacked the back of his head.

“Ow!” “Stop saying stupid shit JJ-“ Sarah said helping John B light the bond fire.

They all just kinda let out a good laugh, more pogues started piling in. It was nice for once just to have a pogue party on the beach- plus sun was setting soon. JJ started rolling a blunt while softly mumbling the song playing on the speaker.

About 30 minutes past, just lots of pogues drinking sitting by a fire having a good time. Although JJ, John B, Kie, Sarah, and Pope.

You had notice there was a party going on down the other side of the beach, but as the sun fully set you had gotten all your good pictures and just decided to just go home. Your car was parked just up the stairs away from the party. You made your way over.

As you walked you were just thinking to yourself, I mean be honest when weren’t you.

“Yo. Yo, Pope. You see that? Tell me I’m not hallucinating, bro.” The blond said grinning like he just found 200 dollars on the ground.

“That’s a full-on dime walking in slow-mo like it’s a music video or somethin’. That’s… that’s Baywatch in real life, dude. I’d tap that.” “Ew JJ what the fuck?” Kie said slightly laughing.

Sarah looked and squinted. “That’s Y/n, she goes to my school. She’s quiet I’ve never seen her talk to any one but the art teacher, rumored she’s sleeping with him.”

“Swear. Whole school talks about it.” Pope raises his brows. John B whistles low before Pope spoke. “Damn. Seriously? Sounds like drama”

“Or a challenge, depending on who you ask.” John b said while JJ just keeps watching, grin slowly forming, eyes never leaving you and your body.

“She looks like she wants someone to ruin her night.”

John B laughed hard. “JJ—dude—chill.”

Sarah smirked hitting the blunt. “She wouldn’t touch you if you were the last guy on the Cut. She probably doesn’t even know what a hookup is.”

Leans forward, cocky fire in his eyes. “Bet I could be her first.”

Everyone goes quiet for a second. Then the boys burst out laughing. Pope chokes on his drink.

“You’re outta your mind.” John B said shaking his head. “No way. She’s like… a nun with social anxiety.” Sarah chimed in.

“Exactly. All the more fun. Four weeks. I sleep with her. No strings. One night. If I win, y’all stop calling me reckless and start calling me a legend.”

“And if you don’t?” Pope spoke.

“You have to buy the rest of us blunts all summer. And you owe me your board for the whole summer.” Sarah said making Kie roll her eyes before piping in. “That’s so fuc-“

eyes never leaving your figure as she sits alone at the edge of the party, sipping a soda and sketching or some shit. “Deal.” JJ cut off Kie.

“Operation Defrost the Virgin starts now.” And with that, he heads toward you game on.

The bonfire’s glow stays behind you as you walk slowly up the sand, camera dangling from your neck, fingers brushing sand off your thighs. Your mind’s still half-lost in the shot you just captured sun dipping behind the pier, sky on fire. You hadn’t meant to wander this far into Pogue land. It felt… wrong. Like walking into someone else’s house uninvited.

You tug your hoodie tighter around your waist. You’re used to looks. Judgments. Kooks think you’re too weird, too quiet. Pogues probably think you’re a spoiled rich girl slumming for a vibe. You don’t belong anywhere and you’ve made peace with that. Almost. Then you hear it sand shifting behind you. Footsteps.

You turn slightly, just enough to glance. Blonde hair, backwards cap, low-slung grin. JJ Maybank. You know who he is. Everyone knows who he is. Trouble wrapped in tan skin and broken rules. He shouldn’t be talking to you. And yet…

“Didn’t think the sunset needed a paparazzi tonight.” He said lightly making sure you don’t bolt. You don’t stop walking. Not yet. But your eyes flick his way.

“Didn’t think Poguelandia let Kooks walk the beach…” You said softly staying friendly. JJ whistles low, mock impressed, falling into step beside you. “She speaks. And she’s got claws. I like that.” You don’t smile. You don’t slow. But you don’t tell him to leave, either. “I was just getting pictures. I’ll leave, I’m sorry.”

“Nah, nah, don’t go just yet. I mean we could act like you trespassed and I’m gonna throw you in the ocean or whatever…” he leans in slightly, grin lazy

“…but personally? I think it’s kinda hot when girls break rules.” You roll your eyes, finally stopping, the sand cool beneath your bare feet. You face him now. Fully. The fire behind him lights up the cut of his jaw, the flicker in his eyes.

“What do you want?”

You don’t say it mean. Just tired. You’ve been flirted with before. Never seriously. Never by someone who looked straight at you like they weren’t scared of what you might say back. JJ tilts his head, mock offended. “Maybe I just wanna talk to the pretty girl with the camera. Ever think of that?”

“No one ever just wants to talk to me.” “Yeah, well. I’m not no one.” It’s quiet for a second. The ocean hums. The party’s distant now, like it exists in another world.

“What were you shooting?” He said softer now. Made you almost smile, someone wanted to hear about your art? For once…

“Sky. Light. I like when things are fading it’s when they look the most alive.” He actually pauses at that. Something shifts behind his eyes. It only lasts a second before the grin’s back. “Okay, damn. You’re, like… an actual artist or somethin’. That’s badass. You always talk like that?”

“Only when no one’s listening.” JJ chuckles, looking at you like you’re a puzzle with a secret prize inside. “You’re something else.” You narrow your eyes.

You slow your pace a little, not used to compliments that don’t come with a smirk or an agenda. Your voice dips, quieter now. “I guess. I don’t really show people my stuff.” “Why not? Sounds kinda dope.”

You glance down, toeing the sand, fingers curling around your camera strap. There’s a faint blush in your cheeks not from the heat. “People don’t usually care. Or they pretend to, just to get something out of it.”

That hits a nerve in JJ. You’re not playing hard to get. You’re just… not used to being wanted for anything real. He watches you for a second longer than he meant to. “…I’m not pretending.” You look at him then. Really look. The bonfire behind him turns his features golden and soft around the edges, but there’s still that spark in his eyes reckless, alive. Dangerous. “…Then what do you want?”

Your voice is small. Soft. But not naive. You’ve been around enough to know boys like JJ don’t walk up without wanting something. Your fingers twitch at your camera strap, shoulders just barely tense like you’re bracing for whatever game he’s about to play.

JJ steps a little closer. Not enough to crowd you—but enough to test it. His voice drops just a little, not serious, but smoother now. Confident. “I wanna know why the quietest girl in the room takes the loudest damn pictures I’ve ever seen.”

You blink, caught off guard. Your lips part like you’re about to say something, but nothing comes out right away. No one’s ever said it like that before. No one’s noticed anything real.

“And maybe I wanna see if that camera ever catches me lookin’ good. Y’know immortalize the face, poster boy of Pogueland.”

You try to bite back a smile. You really do. But it sneaks out anyway small, shy, the kind that tugs at the corners of your mouth and makes your cheeks warm.

“You’re ridiculous.” “Yeah, but I’m also right here. Talking to you.” “That’s gotta count for something, right?”

You look at him again. Really look. He’s golden in the firelight shirt a little loose, hair messy, lips tilted like he already knows you’re gonna give in eventually. You hate that it’s kind of working.

“You don’t even know my name.” “Y/N. I know you’re into art. I know you dip out of parties before they start, and you’ve got this whole tortured-artist-hot-girl-ghost vibe going on. And I know every dude at this bonfire’s too scared to talk to you, which means—”

He takes one step closer, close enough now that you can smell salt and smoke on him “—you’re either gonna run the second I try, or you’re gonna surprise me.” You swallow. Hard. He’s magnetic in the worst possible way. “…And if I do?” “Then maybe you’ll let me take you for a ride sometime.”

Your eyes flick up, meeting his. He knows exactly what he’s doing. That boyish charm, the trouble behind it you should walk away. But instead, you just cross your arms, voice quieter now. “You always this smooth?” “Only when it counts.”

A beat. The ocean crashes behind you, the fire crackles in the distance, and for a second, you almost forget where you are.

“…You want my number or something?”

JJ’s grin spreads like wildfire. He holds out his hand like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “Phone. Now. Before you change your mind.”

You roll your eyes, but your hand dips into your hoodie pocket anyway, pulling out your phone and passing it over. JJ takes it, punches in his number with a cocky flourish, then holds it up like a trophy.“There. Now you’ve officially been corrupted by the worst Pogue on the island. No refunds.”

He hands it back, winks.

“I’ll text you. Don’t ghost me, Bambi .” And with that, he backs away, walking toward the fire without even looking back like he already knows you’ll be thinking about him all night.

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You had been texting JJ for two ish days now, he was funny. Your first friend? You even mentioned him to your parents at dinner and they bombarded you with question. Not that you minded they were just happy you had a friend. And now he invited you out today after you mentioned needing to go on the horizon and get some more pictures for class. You happily accepted his invite.

You told yourself you weren’t going to check your phone. You even turned it over on your nightstand after he texted you, acting like that would help you forget about it. But you didn’t delete the messages. You didn’t block his number. And the second your phone buzzed again around noon, you were already grabbing it before the screen lit up.

you ready? i’m outside. don’t flake on me Bambi.

You stood in front of the mirror for a full five minutes, staring at yourself like you didn’t recognize the girl in it.. Casual outfit Comfortable. But the gloss on your lips? That was new. For him? Maybe. You’d lie if anyone asked.

When you stepped outside, he was already leaning against the dirtbike, helmet hanging from one handlebar, one boot planted in the sand like he owned the island. His sunglasses were pushed up into his hair, shirt loose and half unbuttoned, chain catching the light at his collarbone. He looked like summer and danger rolled into one. And he was watching you like he’d already undressed you in his mind.

“Look at you,” he said, eyes sliding from your legs up to your face like it was a slow, deliberate scan. “Didn’t think you’d actually show.”

You shrugged, biting back a smile, trying to keep your voice even. “Didn’t think you’d be on time.”

“I wasn’t,” he grinned, stepping closer, fingers brushing your wrist as he took your camera bag from you like it was nothing. “I just got lucky.”

He handed you the helmet without asking if you’d ever been on a bike before. He didn’t need to. The way he looked at you said he expected you to keep up and part of you wanted to prove you could.

The ride was wild. Wind in your hair, arms wrapped tightly around his waist, the roar of the engine making your heartbeat sync with his. He didn’t say where you were going, and you didn’t ask. You just held on, pressed tight against his back, the warmth of him bleeding into you with every curve of the road.

By the time he parked near an old dock on the south side half hidden by trees, long abandoned you were flushed, breathless, and your thighs ached from holding on. But JJ? He looked completely at ease. Smirking as he watched you climb off, your hair a mess, lips parted slightly as you tried to catch your breath.

“You good?” he asked, tilting his head, eyes lingering on your mouth.

You nodded, brushing hair from your face. “Barely.”

He laughed and tossed the helmet onto the seat, already walking toward the dock like this was his secret place. The sun was starting to dip, casting everything in gold, and you followed him, camera swinging at your side, not sure if you wanted to shoot the light or him.

He sat on the edge, legs hanging off the side, then patted the space next to him. You hesitated, just for a second, then dropped beside him, close enough to feel the heat off his skin but not touching. Not yet.

“So,” he said after a long stretch of silence, “you ever let anyone see your work?”

You blinked, surprised. “Not really.”

He looked over at you, serious for once. “Why not? Bet it’s better than half the shit Kooks put on their walls to look deep.”

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, cheeks warm. “It’s personal. People don’t usually get it.”

“Try me.”

His voice was low now. Not teasing. Not mocking. Just… there. Present in a way most people weren’t with you. You didn’t answer right away. You looked out at the water, camera resting in your lap, hands curled tight around the strap.

“You know… You’re not what I expected,” you said quietly, not looking at him.

He leaned back on his palms, body stretching just enough that his shoulder brushed yours. “That a good thing or a bad thing?”

You turned your head slightly. “Not sure yet.”

JJ laughed under his breath, eyes locked on yours, and something shifted. The space between you tightened like a thread pulling taut. His knee bumped yours. You didn’t move. His eyes dropped, just for a second, to your lips and you saw it. That flicker. That want. It wasn’t subtle. And it wasn’t sweet.

“You’re really not scared of me?” he asked, voice low, rough.

You blinked slowly. “Should I be?”

His smile curved lazy and slow, but his eyes stayed dark. “Maybe.”

He didn’t kiss you right then. He could’ve. The air between you was thick with it, hot and heavy and crackling with everything unspoken. But he didn’t rush it. He just leaned in a little closer, voice a whisper now.

“You gonna let me shoot sometime?” he asked. “Like, behind the camera? Let me see you how you see everything else?”

Your breath caught. You hated how much he got to you. How fast. How easy.

“Only if I get to make you my new subject for my camera angles and techniques class.”

JJ smirked, biting his lip like he was trying not to say something dirty. But the tension in his jaw, the way his eyes slid over your legs then back to your mouth he wasn’t hiding anything.

“Deal,” he said softly. “But don’t blame me if I end up being your favorite subject.” You guys shifted to get more pics on the water.

You’re sitting next to him on the edge of the dock, camera in your lap, legs dangling above the water. The air’s heavy with salt and heat. JJ hasn’t shut up since you got there, but for once, he’s not running his mouth just to hear himself talk. He keeps sneaking glances at you, waiting for something. Maybe a laugh. A look. Anything.

He nods toward the camera. “So what, that thing your security blanket or something?”

You turn your head slowly. “I shoot with it. I don’t sleep with it.”

JJ smirks, leaning back on his hands. “Could’ve fooled me. You’ve been clinging to it like you think I’m gonna snatch it and run.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time someone used it to fuck with me.”

“Shit,” he says, laughing under his breath. “Now I gotta earn your trust and camera privileges? Harsh.”

You roll your eyes, but the corner of your mouth twitches.

He sits up and reaches a hand out. “Come on. Let me try it.”

You hesitate. A second too long.

He raises a brow. “What, I look like I’ve got butterfingers?”

“No. You look like you’d take a picture of your dick and call it art.”

He lets out a short laugh and shakes his head. “Okay, that was kinda funny. But seriously. Gimme a crash course or something. I’m curious.”

You stare at him. He’s cocky. Loud. Always saying more than he should. But right now, he actually seems like he wants to learn. Or at least impress you. Either way, you hand it over, adjusting the strap before he wraps it around his neck.

You scoot closer, guiding his fingers across the buttons. Your hand brushes his. His skin is warm, rough. He doesn’t move away.

“Hold it like this. Elbows in. Frame it before you shoot-don’t just start clicking like an idiot.”

JJ glances at you, lips twitching. “Bossy.”

“You asked.”

You show him how to focus, how to meter the light. He’s listening, surprisingly. Then, right when you’re adjusting the lens, he raises the camera and snaps.

You blink. “Did you just take my picture?” He shrugs like it’s nothing. “Yeah. So?”

“Delete it.”

JJ didn’t even look guilty. In fact, he looked proud. He held the camera like it was a trophy, turning it toward himself to check the screen, smirking.

“Relax. It’s not like I sold it to Vogue.”

“Delete it.”

“Nope.”

You stepped forward, hand out. “JJ.”

He raised the camera above his head like a dick. “You really hate pictures of yourself that much?” “I don’t hate them,” you muttered, avoiding his eyes. “They’re just… never good.”

He tilted his head, studying you like you were a sketch he couldn’t figure out. “That’s bullshit.”

You didn’t answer. Just stared at the dock beneath your feet like maybe the cracks in the wood were more interesting than him calling you out like that. You’d heard people say it before some fake compliment after an Instagram post or a “you’re so pretty though” from girls who didn’t mean it. But the way he said it was different. Direct. Brutal. Like he actually believed it and couldn’t understand why you didn’t.

“Look at it,” he said.

You shook your head.

He stepped forward, closer than before, holding the camera in front of you. Not shoving it in your face, just… there. Waiting.

You hesitated. Then you glanced down.

The picture wasn’t what you expected. It wasn’t posed. You weren’t even looking at the lens. Hair messy, mouth slightly open, a little caught off guard. But somehow… you didn’t hate it.

You looked like someone real. Not some polished, Instagram-filtered version of a girl you were pretending to be. You looked like you.

You didn’t say anything.

JJ didn’t gloat. He just leaned in a little. “You gonna admit it’s not the worst thing in the world?”

He smirked, then dropped the camera strap back around your neck. “Keep it. Frame it. Or burn it. Whatever.” You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your pulse picked up. “I’m not framing a photo you took like a creep.”

“You’re welcome.”

You were already turning away when he added, low and lazy behind you, “It’s weird, right? When someone sees you and it doesn’t suck.”

You froze for half a second. Then kept walking.

But later, back home, you scrolled through the photos. And you paused on that one. The one he took when you weren’t ready, when you thought you’d look like shit.

You didn’t delete it. You saved it. Quietly. Without thinking about it too hard. And you definitely didn’t tell anyone. Especially not him. But it made you smile, you’d made a mental note to save the picture to you phone when you got home.

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JJ: u still hoarding that pic of yourself or did u print it out and glue it in your diary with lil hearts around it

You: funny. it’s actually framed on my ceiling so i can fall asleep to the trauma of being perceived

JJ: hot u should put it on a shirt i’d wear u to class

You: okay i walked right into that one

JJ: nah u sprinted face first arms open probably moaning a little

You: you’re actually the worst

JJ: yeah but like the type of worst u think about when u’re bored and in bed and maybe a little feral

You: are you drunk

JJ: nah i’m just in my feelings and also kinda hard but that’s unrelated

You: you’re disgusting

JJ: you like it tho bet u’re blushing right now

You: i’m not

JJ: liar

ur totally doing that lip-bite-over-the-phone thing u do when ur trying not to smile

You: ok stalker

JJ: photographic memory. saw it once. locked in forever.

anyway

wanna go on a date

like a real one

no cameras, no acting weird, just us ;)

You: that sounds illegal

JJ: relax. not like formal more like i buy u fried food and say inappropriate things at a sketchy dock

You: wow you really know how to charm a girl

JJ: i know it’s a curse but yeah

The Wreck

tomorrow night

you in or are u gonna fake a family emergency and disappear

You: i’ll come, but if you say one more thing about wearing me as a shirt i’m leaving

JJ: no promises i already got the neckline planned out super stretchy

deep V

You: blocked.

JJ: lmao see u tomorrow, Bambi

You: goodnight, menace

JJ: sweetest dreams don’t get to wet or drool too hard thinking about me 🫩.

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You hadn’t meant to spend that long getting ready. It wasn’t like it was some big event. Just JJ. Just fried food and bullshit. But still you caught yourself checking the mirror more times than usual. Fixing your gloss. Reapplying mascara. Not because you cared, obviously. Just because… you wanted to look good. If he noticed, whatever.

When you stepped outside, he was already leaning against the bike like it was a throne and he was the cocky little king of this trash kingdom. Shirt open just enough to be intentional. Hair a mess like he’d just run his hands through it a hundred times. He looked at you, eyebrows lifting as his eyes swept down, then back up lingering.

“Holy shit,” he said, whistling low. “You trying to kill me before we even leave?”

You didn’t answer. Just shot him a look that said try harder as you took the helmet.

“I feel underdressed,” he added, still not taking his eyes off you.

“You look like you just rolled out of the ocean and put on someone else’s shirt.”

“Exactly. It’s called effortless. Look it up.”

The ride to The Wreck was loud and fast, wind cutting through the silence between you. You kept your arms a little tighter around him this time not because you needed to. Just because you wanted to see if he’d notice.

He did.

When you got there, he killed the engine and turned his head just enough for his voice to carry over his shoulder.

“Didn’t peg you as a ride-a-bike-without-complaining type. Kinda hot.”

You slid off, pulling the helmet off without looking at him. “You think everything’s hot.”

“Only when it is.”

Inside The Wreck, the lights were low and warm, the smell of grease and sea salt in the air. JJ walked ahead, nodding to a couple people like he owned the place, then grabbed a booth near the back. You slid in across from him, resting your elbows on the table, eyes flicking around.

“So. This your go-to date spot?”

“Nah. Usually I just charm girls in the woods and get chased by the cops.”

“How romantic.”

“I try.”

He looked at you for a second. No jokes. Just looked. Then his grin came back like he couldn’t help himself.

“You clean up dangerously well, by the way. Kinda makes me wanna get into trouble.”

“Only kinda?”

“Gimme another ten minutes, I’ll be full criminal.”

The server came. He ordered like he’d done it a hundred times, barely looking at the menu. You kept it simple, watching the way he leaned back in the booth like there wasn’t a single part of him that ever got nervous.

“So what’s the deal with your friends?” you asked, casually picking at the straw wrapper on the table.

JJ raised a brow. “What, you doing recon now?”

“Just curious. You talk about them like they’re a circus.”

“Because they are a circus. John B’s got main character syndrome, Pope thinks too much, and Sarah’s basically a pretty war crime.”

“And you?”

“I’m the fun one. The problem. The party in a hurricane.”

You let a small smile slip. “At least you’re self-aware.”

“I’m very self-aware. Like, to a dangerous level. That’s why I’m fully aware that if you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna end up saying something inappropriate.”

“I’m literally just looking.”

“Yeah. And it’s fucking me up.”

He reached across the table, casually stealing a piece of ice from your water and popping it in his mouth.

“Why haven’t I seen you around more? Kooks throw parties like it’s a competition, but you never show.”

“I don’t like pretending to be someone I’m not.”

JJ pointed at you with the straw. “See, that right there? That’s why I wanted to hang out. Everyone else is out here trying to perform. You don’t. You just… exist. Like a ghost. A really hot, intimidating ghost.”

“Should I be flattered or insulted?”

“Both. Definitely both.”

Your food came. You started eating. He kept talking. You let him, because somehow, it didn’t feel like noise. It felt like something else. Like someone peeling back layers without asking permission but doing it so confidently you didn’t stop him.

“So what’s your type?” he asked, halfway through his sandwich.

“You’re fishing.”

“I’m scouting. There’s a difference.”

You paused, looked him dead in the eye. “Not you.”

He grinned like you just gave him a challenge he couldn’t wait to lose.

“That’s cold,” he said, licking sauce off his thumb. “Lucky for you, I’ve got zero shame.”

“And even less self-control.”

“Exactly. Which makes this whole situation way more fun.”

You leaned back, letting your knee nudge his under the table just slightly. Barely a touch. He noticed. And for a second, he stopped talking.

Then he smiled. Slow. Dangerous. “Yeah,” he said, voice low. “This was a good idea.”

You stepped out of The Wreck into the humid night air, the buzz of crickets and low ocean wind filling the silence. JJ stretched his arms above his head like he hadn’t just devoured half the menu.

“That food was so good I might black out,” he said, letting his arms drop with a lazy grin. “If I pass out, just roll me into the sand and leave me.”

“Very dignified.”

He looked at you sideways, that grin still sitting lazy on his mouth. “I’m full, sun-drunk, and surrounded by a very hot, very complicated girl. Let me live.”

You didn’t say anything. Just kept walking with him down toward the waterline, the dock lights from The Wreck glowing behind you. Your camera bag thumped against your side as you kicked your shoes off and let the tide wash over your feet.

JJ followed without hesitation, shoes in hand, jeans already soaked at the ankle. His shoulder brushed yours once. Then again. Not an accident.

“Alright,” he said, suddenly louder, playful again. “So, scale of one to ten—how much did I crush that date?”

You pretended to think. “You didn’t crash the bike. Or throw up. So, like, a seven.”

“A seven?” he clutched his chest dramatically. “That’s cold. I made you laugh three times. That’s bonus points.”

“I was laughing at you.”

“Still counts.”

You turned toward him slightly, a small smile tugging at the edge of your mouth. He was standing closer now. Not obnoxiously close. Just enough that you could feel it. The warmth. The weight of him.

The silence settled for a beat.

Then he said it.

“You know I wasn’t expecting this to be fun, right?”

You raised a brow. “What, hanging out with someone who doesn’t exist for your entertainment?”

He smirked, but it didn’t reach all the way. “I dunno. Thought you’d be stiff. Bored. Maybe a little bitchy.”

“And?”

“And you kinda are,” he said, his voice dropping just slightly, “but in a weird way, I like it.”

You rolled your eyes and turned back toward the ocean. But your heart was beating faster.

JJ was quiet for a second, like he was trying to figure something out. Then—

“This started off as a game,” he said, suddenly not looking at you.

You blinked. “What?”

“Not like that.” He looked over at you again, expression unreadable now. “I mean… yeah. Kind of like that. But then you showed up. And now I’m standing in the ocean wondering if I’m gonna fuck it up if I kiss you.”

You stared at him. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t laugh it off. Just stood there, letting it hang in the air between you.

“Then don’t fuck it up,” you said, barely above a whisper.

JJ stepped forward. No hesitation now. His hand slid around the back of your neck, thumb brushing just under your jaw like he’d been thinking about it for a while. And then he kissed you.

Slow. Firm. A little messy. Like he couldn’t believe you let him.

And you kissed him back.

Because maybe for just a second you didn’t care if it started as a game.

Maybe now, it wasn’t one anymore.

When he pulled back, his forehead hovered against yours, breath warm and uneven.

“Shit,” he whispered. “That was—”

“Shut up.”

He smiled against your mouth.

And kissed you again.

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JJ had been dropping hints for days.

Not subtle ones either.

“John B said I’ve made you up, so now I’ve got to prove you’re real.”

“You’d like Kiara. She’s scary. You’d bond over judging me.”

“You, me, the hot tub. Pope’ll make fun of us, Sarah’ll be nosy—it’ll be great.”

You kept dodging it. Half because crowds made you anxious, and half because you knew his world was different. Tight-knit. Loud. Messy. And yours? Wasn’t.

But after another night of talking—this time about his dad, which surprised even him—you caved.

It started when he showed up outside your place again, propped against the bike, hands in his hoodie pocket like he hadn’t just said something that made your chest twist.

“He’s not a dad. He’s a punchline with a beer gut and a bad attitude.”

You’d asked if he hated him.

He said no.

Then said yes.

And didn’t explain.

He’d looked down for a minute, picking at his sleeve. Then he glanced at you again, but softer this time.

“Anyway. That’s why I don’t bring people around. Unless they matter.”

It hit different.

And maybe that’s why you finally texted back the next morning.

Fine. I’ll come.

The sun was setting when JJ pulled up to the Château. You’d already dressed just a hoodie thrown over your bikini, towel in hand, heart trying to beat out of your chest.

He whistled when he saw you, eyes dropping just for a second. “If my friends don’t believe you’re real, they’re gonna shit themselves when they see you in that.”

You rolled your eyes, but you smiled too. “Try not to drool. It’s embarrassing.”

“You’re lucky I’m not wearing gray sweatpants right now.”

“You’re lucky I showed up at all.”

He grinned, kicked the kickstand up, and held his hand out. “Let’s make it worth it then.”

The Château was exactly what you expected. Loud. Half-broken. A little chaotic in every corner—but weirdly warm. Like it had life soaked into the walls. You could hear voices from the backyard before you even made it past the door.

When you stepped out and the hot tub came into view, four heads turned at once.

“Holy shit,” Pope said, eyebrows up. “She exists.” (They all acted shocked as if they weren’t there when the bet was made although they have dropped it since JJ’s happiness went up these past for weeks of going on dates with you.)

“No way,” Kiara muttered. “She’s actually hot? JJ wasn’t lying for once?”

“Hey,” JJ shot back. “I never lie when I’m horny. That’s, like, sacred.”

Sarah laughed and stood, already stepping over with a hand out. “You’re Y/n, right? You’re so quiet I remember we had chem together freshmen year. I didn’t think you were gonna show.”

You nodded, a little overwhelmed, but trying to keep your cool. “He wore me down.”

“Classic,” Kiara said, grinning. “That’s how he got us too.”

You sat on the edge of the hot tub, hoodie still on, legs dangling in the warm water. JJ slid in next to you like it was his own personal throne, arm casually brushing against your thigh.

John B leaned back in the water, hand over his chest like he was dying. “I deadass thought she was a hologram.”

“She’s not,” JJ said, glancing up at you. “She’s just too good for us.”

That made everyone shut up for a second.

Just long enough for you to catch it.

The way he said it.

Not like a joke.

Like he meant it.

You shrugged off your hoodie and slid into the tub next to him. His eyes flicked to you for a beat too long before he quickly looked away and said something dumb to Pope, but his hand brushed your knee under the water and stayed there.

The night went on. His friends were loud and funny and didn’t make you feel weird when you didn’t talk much. Kiara cracked jokes that made you snort. Sarah kept complimenting your skin and asking what lip gloss you used. Pope tried to get JJ to do backflips off the dock. John B kept stealing people’s drinks and blaming it on “Pogue tradition.”

And you?

You looked around and realized he was lucky to have them.

But maybe he was lucky to have you too.

Because every time he leaned closer, whispered something just for you, laughed like he meant it he didn’t feel like the JJ everyone talked about.

He just felt like yours.

౨ৎ

After that it just felt like history. You went on more dates and he really liked you like how you really liked him, it wasn’t a bet anymore it was real.

He even secretly got a blessing from your dad to ask you out officially and be your boyfriend. You dad wasn’t strict but you were his baby he trusted this boy and knew you knew right from wrong and granted JJ his full blessing.

JJ Maybank was yours and you were his.

He was a good boyfriend he’d bring you flowers he’s specially stolen out of the garden or crafted them from pipe cleaners (you had taught him that) and covers them in glitter brining you a big one and your mom a little one. He was so sweet.

Mans the first time you guys fucked, god. He was amazing. He was so gentle and so loving he cared about you so much, never wanted you to be in any pain. Just wanted to take care of you.

He wanted to impress you everyday whether that was saving up money to buy you a cute necklace or charm bracelet or just buy showing up on time and giving you his full honest opinion.

Over the month you had gotten super close with his friends to now considering them your friends as well, you lived and loved how accepting they were into their group, made you wonder if you would’ve found them if you were born a pogue.

You and JJs one year was coming up soon and for that you just were gonna go to the beach, currently though your with him at your house. Your parents gone. You had just gotten out of the shower.

A big smile on your lips as you thought about how lucky you are to have this life, slowly stepping through the grand halls of your house, your quiet wet feet softly pressing against the cold floors.

You heard his voice on the other side of the door, he sounded mad or upset you couldn’t tell. Something was wrong, you wanted to comfort him without interrupting. You quietly cracked the door open peaking through.

He was on your bed his back to you.

You listened softly your heart shattered as you heard the words - “yeah just like that bet I made I could take Y/n’s V-card. Like some cheap slut from figure eight.”

“what?” JJ froze at the sound of your voice, immediately putting his phone down hanging up.

“N-no Bambi you uh, you misheard me?”

“I was just a bet to you?”

He rushed to your side gently holding your shoulders frantic, he hurt you after promising himself he wouldn’t. But things were different now, you were a bet at first but now you were so much more.

“N-no! no baby I promise your so much more-“

Tears filled your eyes as you ran down the stairs JJ tracking after you, you heart was breaking. Of course the first guy- your first boyfriend-first love, was all fake.

You rushed out the front door throwing your phone striaght at JJ. You heart breaking cries crushing you, he just wanted to hug you and pull you close, kiss you tell you it was okay.

You got far enough away and started your car, you didn’t know where you were going just needed to be far. Far from everything.

On the back roads you were speeding quickly- just so fucking hurt your speed escalating from 70 straight to 90. It all happens so fast.

You abruptly tried to stop as there was a biker in the road but instead your car fell straight into a ditch crashing hard into a tree. All you could hear was a loud beep. And before you knew it. You were fast asleep.

When you woke up you couldn’t remember anything, where were you, who were you? Your coursed as you realized your in a hospital.

“Mrs L/n how are you feeling honey”

“What happened?”

[melowodrama]

theyre only called ugly because theyre seen as women. masculinity is seen as ugly on individuals who are "supposed" to be feminine/women. a trans woman is see just as ugly by transphobes because a "man" with feminine appearance is seen as something ugly. most people dont see cis men or (passing?) trans men as "ugly". heck, everyone knows about cis women and gay men loving men right? in extreme detail. masculinity is in fact regarded as something beautiful in society and not shamed (when performed by the "right" people). i have no idea where this whole "men ugly uwu" mentality came from, but im gonna take a wild guess and say its the radfems. dont make queer spaces have that mentality please.

not answering to anyone particularly in this thread, i dont know where i was even going with this lol. but its so weird to me that everyone associates masculinity with disgust, when the *only* disgust society has shown towards masculinity has been. towards trans men. (and radfems and anyone really who thinks theyre quirky to attack a whole category of people's attractiveness and appearance based on their identity alone as a way to be mean, behavior excused by them being a minority.) but yeah, on average you dont see people calling cis men ugly because they're men lol?? only trans men get the treatement, or at least way more often, for some reason.

also transmascs are still not seen well if they are not conventionally attractive, its just not counting as a failure of their gender. but rather a personal one instead. which still sucks but yeah, nuance.

sighs deeply

i dont think you realize that trans men/mascs are prevented from transitioning (including being abused into not transitioning) because we "look too pretty to be masculine/a man"

this is not "male privilege", its the relief of not being constrained by transphobia any longer

[cedarwrought]

my thoughts on tbhx ep 7 (spoilers below cut) (if you saw this before no you didnt)

im curious about e-soul's health condition now- at first i thought it was just the old e-soul who had the labored breathing but it seems that yang cheng has inherited it too? im thinking back to when he was in the hospital and mentioning that e-soul's power felt similar to electricity. i really want to know the details of this power and its health effects!

yang cheng losing the same arm the old e-soul lost in their final battle is sad but it represents the never-ending cycle of heroism and capitalism. despite what yang cheng thinks, he's not changing a system. it can't be done with only one person's will, strong as it may be. i'm hoping that this will all change in the tournament we've been hearing about, but i'm worried about his mental state as of right now tbh.

uncle rock is so scary- genuinely. not only did he take advantage of two young men in his scheme to kidnap little pomelo, but he had no qualms kidnapping one in order to leverage it against the other into shooting shang chao. AND PROCEEDED TO DROWN THEM BOTH IN WET CONCRETE AFTER THE DEED WAS DONE.

but besides that, his understanding of perception and how it's wielded is terrifying. he knew how to draw out og! esoul into using a particular move and was able to manipulate the public into pressuring him into doing exactly that.

it makes me wonder if he had cultivated yang cheng's personality to be the way it is, but i'm leaning towards him knowing yang cheng's background, seeing how his trajectory in life was going and taking advantage of the opportunity that presented itself. after all, it's like the special love seat: it doesn't have powers or anything to make you fall in love, but uncle rock took advantage of an opportunity already present.

also. to me . shang chao and xia qing represent the upper class and middle/lower class respectively. xia qing wanted yang cheng to have a normal life- to go to a concert with her and not lose himself to the identity of e-soul. meanwhile, shang chao immediately wanted to thrust yang cheng into the world of heroism (and in a top ten spot, no less). he grew up with these types of privileges and thrusts them upon yang cheng without a second thought, but we can't be having that now can we?

it makes sense for shang chao to be dead- to someone in the lower class like yang cheng, you can never truly assimilate to the upper echelons of society.

it's also quite stark in the funeral scene when mr shang is confronted by yang cheng. yang cheng's wearing a blue shirt, black cardigan, and pants. he quite literally cannot afford a suit. and while i understand parental rage, mr shang's treatment of yang cheng is telling of the wealthy elite: unless you can make yourself useful, get out of their sight.

i wonder about uncle rock's background too. he seemed quite comfortable and didn't struggle with his transition to donning more refined clothing- i wonder if he had grown up well-off but had been cast off by his family or never really had a chance to make it big like mr shang and has been biding his time. yang cheng makes a comment about how his campaign would cost a lot of money but uncle rock seems very unbothered

another thing- yang cheng showing up to class late and covered with mud and spinning it into saying he guesses he's just more down to earth is foreboding of his future. like yes, he is. he wanted to enter the fight so that people can have a hero who fought for justice (albeit not realizing to be a hero is to resign yourself to the whims of corporations and public opinion- which doesn't always advocate for justice, particularly online). but also . he's naive. in a circumstance where most would make an excuse of some sort, he's painfully sincere and endearing about it. and that sincerity, that genuine desire, was easy for uncle rock to manipulate.

i'll do a proper analysis post later on once ive rewatched yang cheng's arc but in the meantime i'll weep for yang cheng and his future

[vampkn1v3s]

BEST FANFIC EVERR!!!!

WROTE W @cemetery-lullaby LOLZZ >:3

i was walking home from skewl, as usual, when i saw gerard way, just walking right the next sidewalk. i was in shock, as i ran towards gee to ask for a pic.

then, gee accepted the request and then asked how I was doing.

"I-IM DOING GREAT GERARD!!! H-HOPE UR DOING GOOD TOO!!! I LOVE YOU YOU'RE THE BEST SINGER EVER." SAYS, BEFORE LYNZ WALKS TOWARDS US. "GERARD, I CANT BELIEVE IT!!!" SHE SAYS, WHILE PULLING UP HER PHONE, TO SHOW A PIC OF GERARD AND FRANK KISSING "Y-YOU BEEN CHEATING ON ME??? REALLY?? WITH F-FRANK!!??" SHE SAYS, IN A ANGERED AND SAD TONE.

"OH, LYN– I CAN EXPLAIN ITS NOT LIKE WHAT IT SEEMS YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME!!" HE SAYS TO LYN AS HE PANICKED.

SHE PUSHES GERARD AND GRABS HIM BY THE COLLAR. "NO, YOU CANT EXPLAIN ANYTHING!!! I SHOULD HAVE SUSPECTED ALREADY WHEN I SAW YOU BOTH MAKING THOSE WEIRD NOISES IN THAT BEDROOM!!!" SHE SAYS, WHILE TEARING UP BOTH IN ANGER AND SADNESS "I KNEW U WERE CHEATING ON ME WITH HIM!!!! I JUST SUSPECTED FOR SO LONG AND I WAS RIGHT!!!"

GERARD'S EYES STARTS TO TEAR UP, HE FELT SORRY. "IM SO SORRY!!! I WAS ACTUALLY PLANNING ON SAYING IT TO YOU BUT I JUST GOT NERVOUS OKAY!!!"

I STARE IN SHOCK, AS I JUST WANTED A PIC FROM GEE... "HEY WOAA CALM DOWN GUYS..." MY ATTEMPT IS IN VAIN AS THEY KEEP ARGUING ABT IT "NO YOU WERENT!!!!" "YES I WAS!!! I WAS ALREADY UNHAPPY WITH OUR RELATIONSHIP KAY U WERE SO INSECURE!!!" THEY KEEP ARGUING ABT IT, AS FRANK JOINS IN. "hey woaa, whats going on, gee? my pookie??" HE SAYS, IN A CONFUSED TONE

I TURN MY HEAD TO FRANK, WHILE I TRY TO UNDERSTAND HOW DID IT END UP LIKE THIS, THEY CONTINUE ARGUING. "OH, GREAT! LIKE I WASN'T DEALING WITH SO MANY PROBLEMS, YOU CAME OUT OF SUDDEN. THANKS FRANK!!" SAYS LYN IN AN ANNOYED TONE. THEN GERARD LOOKS AT FRANK WITH HIS TEARED UP EYES, AS FRANK SEE HIM LIKE THIS, HE GOT SERIOUS.

FRANK JOINS ON GEE'S SIDE. "OH SHUT UP LYNZ.. GEE TOLD ME HOW INSECURE U WERE WITH HIM. HE WANTED TO BREAK UP WITH YOU FOR SO LONGG BUT YOU WOULDN'T EVEN LET HIM!!! ITS YOUR FAULT, ACCEPT IT." SAYS FRANK, IN AN ANGERED TONE. "NO ITS NOT MY FAULT!! I NEVER BEEN INSECURE ABOUT OUR RELATIONSHIP. WE WERE ALREADY PLANNING ON BUILDING A FAMILY, AND I WAS RESPECTFUL TOWARDS HIM, BUT HE JUST LEFT ME LIKE THIS??? AND I CANT BELIEVE HE TOLD YOU THAT LIE!!! OMG..." SAYS LYNZ, IN A TEARFUL BREAKDOWN, BEFORE I TRY TO SORT THIS ALL OUT "OKAY, WOAA, I JUST CAME HERE FOR A PIC W GEE, SOOO CAN I ATLEAST GET THAT??? I REALLY CANT MISS THIS OPPORTUNITY, SO PWEASEE?? >.<"

GERARD TURNED HIS FACE TO ME, HE SIGHED AND ACCEPTED THE REQUEST. AS YOU TWO TOOK A PIC, "SERIOUSLY?? NOW? WHATEVER GERARD, ITS OVER. YOU ALREADY DON'T SEEM LIKE YOU CARE. HAVE FUN WITH FRANK!" SAYS LYN, IN AN EMOTIONAL TONE.

GERARD AND FRANK BOTH WAVE BYE AT LYNZ "BYEBYE!!!" I STAND THERE, STILL CONFUSED BUT STILL IN SHOCK I MET GERARD AND FRANK. "SOOO U DONT MISS HER?" I ASK GEE

HE SIGHED AND LOOKED DOWN A WHILE AND THEN HE SAID, "no...not really, I actually feel much better..knowing she's finally out of our way..I mean I still like her as a person but, she's never gonna be like my dearest pookie, frank. I love him more than anything." AS HE SAYS, FRANK LOOKS AT HIM AND HE SMILED, IT MEANS SO MUCH FOR HIM.

FRANK'S HEART MELTS UPON HEARING THAT, KNOWING HE'S GERARD'S DEAREST POOKIE "OMG YES GEE, LYNZ WAS JUST BLOCKING OUR WAY OF GETTING CLOSER TO EACHOTHER. NOW WE CAN FINALLY PUBLICLY KISS ON STAGE NOW THAT SHE'S GONE!! YAYAY!!!" SAYS FRANK, EXCITED TO KISS GEE ON THE NEXT MCR SHOW

GERARD FELT A RELIEF, HE LOOKED AT FRANK AND, "AHAH, YEAH YOURE DAMN RIGHT!! WE CAN PUBLICLY KISS!! OMG I FEEL BETTER NOW. YAYY!!" SAYS GERARD, HE CANT HIDE HIS EXCITEMENT AND HE STARTS TO COUNT HOW MANY DAYS LEFT TO THE NEXT SHOW.

RAY TORO WALKS IN THE SCENE. "hi guys whats up??" SAYS RAY, UNAWARE OF WHAT JUST HAPPENED "GUESS WHAT RAY?? I FINALLY LEFT LYNZ!!! SHE WAS SO CONTROLLING BLEHH BUT NOW IM FINALLY WITH MY DEAREST POOKIE FRANKIE!!!! AND WE R ALSO GONNA KISS NEXT CONCERT!!!" SAYS GERARD, CLEARLY EXCITED ABT ALL THIS

RAY FELT HAPPY FOR GERARD, "WOW REALLY?? IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU GUYS!! IT MUST BE SO AMAZING FOR YOU TWO." HE SAYS.

GERARD AND FRANK NODS "YEAA, WE LOVE IT. FRERARD FICS WERE DEFO REALL!!!! I HOPE LYNZ DOESN'T PLAN A REVENGE THO.." SAYS GEE

RAY THINKS FOR A BIT AND THEN, "I THINK SHE MIGHT PLANNING ON A REVENGE, YOU GUYS HAVE TO BE CAREFUL..." SAYS RAY IN A WORRIED TONE.

GERARD AND FRANK BECOMES WORRIED "YEAAA MAYBE... BUT WE'LL WATCH OUT DONT WORRY. WHAT WOULD SHE DO ANYWAYSS!!!" SAYS FRANK, IN A WORRIED TONE BUT SHAKES IT OFF.

JUMPING INTO NEXT CONCERT!!!

CONCERT DAY

"OMGGG POOKIE!! TODAY IS THE DAY WE CAN FINALLY PUBLICLY KISS AND SHOW EVERYONE HOW MUCH WE LOVE EACH OTHER!! IM SO EXCITED!!" SAYS GERARD. "AND...OF COURSE WE'RE ALL GONNA PERFORM. ITS GONNA BE SO FUN!" HE SAYS.

RAY LOOKS AT HIM AND SAYS, "YEAH I THINK EVERYTHING IS GONNA BE FINE! ARE YOU GUYS READY?" HE TURNS HIS HEAD TO EVERYONE IN THE BAND.

GERARD AND FRANK NODS AND SHOUTS "YESSS!!! ABSOLUTELY OMGZZ!!!" THEY BOTH SHOUT, AS THE BAND WALKS ON STAGE AND THE CONCERT STARTS. BUT LYNZ IS JUST WAITING FOR THE PERFECT MOMENT, AS SHE SNEAKED BACKSTAGE...THEY ALL START TO PERFORM, UNAWARE OF LYN'S PLANS…

LYNZ IS IN FULL STEALTH MODE, AS SHE ALREADY DISABLED 2 SECURITY CAMERAS AND SNUCK PAST A DISTRACTED TOUR MANAGER.

"WE WANNA THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING HERE TONIGHT. AND MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT ME AND FRANK FINALLY ADMIT IT..." THE CROWD SCREAMS LYNZ SLIPS THROUGH THE SIDE CURTAINS UNNOTICED... CROUCHED BEHIND THE AMPS, AS SHE WATCHES THE FOLLOWING HEARTBREAKING SCENE. SHE SEES GERARD AND FRANK KISSING ON STAGE, AS FANS YELL. SHE FEELS ABSOLUTELY BETRAYED, AND ABSOLUTELY WANTS REVENGE AS QUICK AS POSSIBLE NOW.

AS THEY KEEP KISSING EACH OTHER, LYN CANT HOLD HERSELF MORE AND RUSHES INTO THE STAGE AND PUSHES FRANK DOWN, THEN SHE STARES AT GERARD AND YELLS AT HIM, "I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE!! DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD I FEEL??! OF COURSE YOU DONT, CUZ YOURE JUST A SELFISH JERK!! IT STILL HURTS, GERARD!! I THOUGHT I MEANT SOMETHING TO YOU!" THE CROWD GOES CRAZY AND CONFUSED. ALL THE SHOW STOPS AND NOW THEYRE ALL JUST ARGUING. LYNZ THEN STEALS GEE'S PHONE FROM HIS POCKET AND RUNS AWAY, TO POST HIS CHATLOGS WITH FRANK TO EVERYONE, IN HOPES OF HUMILIATING THEM. GERARD TRIES TO RUN TO CATCH HIS PHONE. "HEY LYNZ, COME BACK!!! GIVE IT BACK TO ME!!!" SAYS GERARD, IN A VAIN ATTEMPT, AS SHE OUTRUNS HIM, ALREADY TAKING SCREENSHOTS OF HIS CONVOS WITH FRANK.

THE CROWD GOES SILENT, EVERYONE IS TRYING TO UNDERSTAND WHATS GOING ON. "YOU CANT DO THIS LYN!! RESPECT OUR PRIVACY!!" SAYS FRANK.

AND THEN LYN, "OH PLEASE!! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!" SHE YELLS.

WHILE EVERYONE IS CONFUSED, GERARD CANT CONTROL HIMSELF ANYMORE AND YELLS BACK AT LYN, "FACE IT!! OMG WHATS WRONG WITH YOU! I LOVE FRANK. JUST MOVE ON!!"

LYNZ DOESN'T FEEL REMORSEFUL OR WTV "YOU USED ME... YOU PRETENDED TO LOVE ME... BUT NOW, YOU'RE GONNA FEEL THE SAME PAIN I FELT... GET READY!!!" LYNZ THEN POSTS THEIR WHOLE CHATLOGS, QUICKLY GAINING ALOT OF ATTENTION.

"I DIDNT USE YOU!!! I LOVED YOU WITH MY WHOLE HEART, BUT YOU STARTED TO BE SO CONTROLLING, BOTHERING AND TREATED ME BAD LIKE IM NOT A HUMAN WITH FEELINGS!! BUT FRANK IS NOT LIKE YOU. AT LEAST HE KNOWS HOW TO LOVE SOMEONE. SO JUST MOVE ON!! I DONT WANNA SEE YOU EVER AGAIN!" SAYS GERARD, HE DOESNT CARE ABOUT THOSE CHATLOGS ANYMORE, HES JUST SO PISSED.

LYNZ BECOMES EVEN MORE PISSED AT HIS ACCUSATIONS. "TREATED YOU BAD? I WAS ALWAYS THERE FOR YOU, AND WE NEVER EVER HAD A PROBLEM. BUT YOU... YOU DECIDED TO LEAVE ME FOR NO REASON. SO NOW, SUFFER!!!" LYNZ ALSO POSTS EVERY SINGLE CHATLOG W EVERY PERSON GERARD HAD, AND LEAKS HIS ADDRESS AND PHONE NUMBER TO EVERYONE. "MUAHAHAHA!!! THAT'S WHAT U GET!!!"

GERARD GOT SHOCKED, "WHAT THE HELL??! YOURE OUT OF YOUR MIND!!" HE TURNS HIS HEAD TO THE CROWD, EVERYONE IS ON THEIR PHONE, THEY ALL WENT CRAZY.

LYNZ SMILES, KNOWING SHE'S IN POWER NOW. "IF YOU DON'T APOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW, IM ALSO LEAKING YOUR BANK ACCOUNT INFORMATION AND YOUR SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER!!!!" SHE SAYS, AS EVERYONE STARES AT HER IN DISBELIEF BUT CANT DO ANYTHING ABT IT.

"WHAT?!! THATS ENOUGH ALREADY! WHAT THE FUCK...OKAY! IM SORRY... ACTUALLY...NO!! IM NOT SORRY! IM NOT GONNA BE SORRY FOR LOVING HIM OR ANYTHING! THERES ONE PERSON WHO NEEDS TO APOLOGIZE! AND IT'S YOU!! LOOK AT YOU! YOU LEAKED MY ADDRESS AND PHONE NUMBER! THATS LITERALLY A CRIME.." HE SAYS, THEN FRANK STEPS BACK AND "GERARD...I LOVE YOU BUT...YOUR PRIVACY AND EVERYTHING IS GONNA BE OVER.. APOLOGIZE AND...GET BACK TO HER...JUST KNOW THAT I WILL NEVER STOP LOVING YOU OKAY?..I CAN'T DO THIS WHEN SHE KEEPS BOTHERING US..." SAYS FRANK, HES SO HEARTBROKEN BUT HE JUST WANTS THE BEST FOR GERARD.

GERARD WAY FINALLY GIVES IN TO LYNZ ATTEMPTS, AND DECIDES TO DO THE BEST FOR HIS SAFETY. "OKAY, IM GONNA LEAVE FRANK AND IM SO SORRY..." GERARD FEELS HOPELESS AND HUMILIATED, AS FRANK LOOKS AT HIM, TEARING UP. MEANWHILE, LYNZ SADISTICALLY SMILES, ENJOYING SEEING THEIR SUFFERING. "AHAH, AWESOME... NOW KISS ME INFRONT OF EVERYONE, INSTEAD OF FRANK, ORRR YOU KNOW WHATS GONNA HAPPEN!!!" SHE GIGGLES LIKE A DEMON, ENJOYING HOW MUCH POWER SHE HAS OVER THEM NOW.

"OKAY....FINE." HE TAKES A LOOK TO FRANK FOR THE LAST TIME, HE KNOWS THAT HE WILL FEEL SO DOWN. BUT HE NEEDED TO DO IT. HE HOLDS LYN AND PULLS HER TO KISS, HES REGRETTING IT. HE WANTS TO PULL AWAY QUICKLY.

LYNZ KISSES GERARD BACK, BUT WHILE SHE'S DISTRACTED... FRANK QUICKLY GRABS GEE'S PHONE THAT SHE PUT IN HER POCKETS, FINALLY REMOVING ALL THE POWER SHE HAD. "WAIT WHA-" GERARD PULLS BACK AND SPITS ON THE FLOOR, WIPING HIS MOUTH. "HAH!!! NOW U DONT HAVE ANY MORE POWER!!! U CANT SHARE ANYTHING ABT ME NOW THAT U DON'T HAVE MY PHONE ANYMORE!!!" SAYS GEE, IN AN ANGERED AND RELIEVED TONE. "GIMME IT BACK!!!" SHE RUNS TOWARDS FRANK, BUT HE DOESN'T LET HER GET GEE'S PHONE UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, AS GEE QUICKLY PULLS HER BACK AS SECURITY GETS HER.

SHE KNEW THAT SHES LOSING, SHE GAVE UP. "UGH!! FINE! DO WHATEVER YOU WANT...ITS OVER. I DON'T LOVE YOU."

FRANK AND GERARD LAUGHS AT HER, AS SHE GETS ESCORTED OUT BY SECURITY. "HAHAH, BYEBYE LOSER!!! I LOVED FRANK SOO MUCH MORE." SAYS GERARD, FEELING SATISFACTION THAT HE WON. "BUT OH WAIT... MY ADDRESS, PHONE NUMBER, N ALL MY CONVOS WERE ALSO LEAKED... IM ALSO COOKED.. 💔"

"UHHH WAIT WAIT MAYBE I CAN MAKE IT SEEM LIKE I DONT CARE.." GERARD TALKS TO HIMSELF, THEN HE TURNS TO THE BAND AND STARTS TO SING "I DON'T LOVE YOU" AND THEY PLAY IT. THE CROWD DONT CARE ABOUT THE SITUATION NOW, THEY'RE ENJOYING THE CONCERT.

AFTER THE CONCERT, THEYRE ALL PICKING UP THEIR INSTRUMENTS AND STUFF AND GETTING READY TO GO. WHILE THEYRE GETTING READY, GERARD TURNS TO FRANK AND ASKS "POOKIE, DO YOU REMEMBER THAT ONE KID WHO WANTED TO TAKE A PIC WITH ME?"

FRANK NODS AND "YEAH, WHY?" HE SEEMS LIKE HES CONFUSED.

"YOU KNOW... I'M NO MORE SAFE IN MY OWN HOUSE..MAYBE IF WE FIND HIM, I CAN STAY WITH HIM JUST FOR A WHILE, UNTIL I GET ANOTHER HOUSE."

GERARD THEN RUSHES TO THE SAME PLACE HE MET ME, AND JUST WAITS FOR ME TO APPEAR. AND THEN, I SUDDENLY APPEAR, AS GERARD QUICK APPROACHES ME. "HEY!!! I REMEMBER YOU. YOU'RE THAT ONE KID WHO ASKED FOR A PIC, RIGHT?" SAYS GERARD "OMGGZ YEAAA, I LOVE YOU GEE." SAYS, AS IM SHOCKED TO SEE GEE AGAIN. "SOO, I NEED U TO DO ME A FAVOR.. BASICALLY LYNZ LEAKED SO MUCH INFORMATION ABOUT ME, INCLUDING MY ADDRESS, AND IM NO LONGER SAFE. SO CAN I STAY IN YOUR HOUSE FOR A BIT? UNTIL I FIND A NEW HOME." SAYS GEE. "YES OFC, FOLLOW ME!!!" I LEAD GEE TO MY HOUSE.

we walk in silence, the air heavy with tension and disbelief. gerard follows close behind me, hood up, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. I keep glancing back to make sure he’s really there that this isn’t some weird daydream fueled by tumblr posts and sleepless nights.

when we finally reach my house, I unlock the door with shaking hands. “u can take my room. I’ll sleep on the couch or something,” i say, trying to sound casual, but my voice cracks halfway through.

gerard steps inside and looks around. “this is… nice. cozy.”

i try not to die on the spot.

he drops his bag and turns to me. “thank you. seriously. i didnt know where else to go.”

i nod, trying to ignore the way my heart is beating like its in a punk show pit. “its okay, atleast ur safe now!!!”

gerard walks over to the window and pulls the curtain back slightly, peeking outside like he’s expecting someone to be watching. Then he lets out a shaky breath. “i think I just needed a second to breathe. everything's been so loud lately. the fans, the press, even the band… its like I can’t hear myself think.”

i stay quiet, just watching him.nhis shoulders are tense beneath his hoodie, and there’s something so tired in the way he moves.

“you want water? or tea or something?” i offer, already heading toward the kitchen.

“git anything stronger?” he calls after me with a half-smile.

i laugh nervously. “i got Pepsi Max and anxiety. pick your poison.”

“that’ll do.”

PART 2????

[orangepeelknives]

yes omg i wanted to add that he was more of a passer than a shooter too but the train of thought ran away from me when i was typing that !!! bc exactly !!!!!!!! 46 assists and 25 goals in college if i remember correctly like yeah that's a passer sjdhksls though i do think he also needs to practice on that. he has amazing shooting skills and he needs to take initiative for that too !!! but obviously we are talking about someone who just finished his first year in the nhl i think given the right environment good training regime will is going to thrive in the next few years. also given the way he is so good with his teammates(everybody loves him besides warso lets be real) good and polite to the arena staffs and equipment staff , he is differently thinking more of a bigger picture and future plans and its gonna work out wonderfully for him im hoping bc he really deserves it.

and exactly!!!!!!! at that part with macklin !!!! exactlyyyyyyy !!!!! you'd think he'd fuck with anyone who doesn't give a fuck pls........ like you said, mack will yeal about it and show it but will is lore quiet about it and i love them both for that.

will who passed out during hold your breath game, will who obsessively watched game tape until he figured out whats wrong....thats a give a fucker imo.....

LOVING this convo we r having in my inbox rn anon,..

yeah like do we think mack would be glazing will so hard in every interview he does if will sucked??? do we think mack would be out here "you dont know his game"ing his way thru the media if will wasnt out there w him for hours after practice, shooting pucks, picking apart their weak spots, hitting the gym????

will is competitive! will is a professional hockey player, you dont get drafted 4th overall unless ur at least a little insane about hockey!!! that is literally his wholeeeee lyfeeeee!!!!

tbh, this is just a guess so cld be extremely off base, but i feel that if mack wasnt so visibly expressive and so incapable of being normal abt missed passes or bad losses, will would probs be a litrle more expressive abt his disappointment. think this kinda goes back to what i said abt his ability to shape his game to match his lineys, i think hes kinda emotionally balancing things out. hes not tje type to yell at vets or throw tantrums, but still. i think he does put a lotttt of energy into regulating mack.

[phantolove]

ᝰ.ᐟ matching in pink I rindou haitani

you had gone out to shop with your boyfriend and ended up matching with him in pink

a/n. a little drabble after the new image of rindou released from the game, nothing too flashy but i love him okay :(

It's been awhile since you and rindou had gone shopping, and today was the perfect day. the weather played along, sunny and warm, birds chirrping and the streets busy as always.

then your phone buzzed by the bedside table. you had already guessed who this might be coming from, and you were right.

rinrin<3 07:08am

ur going out with me. meet me at our usual café spot by 10am

a minute later, another message popped up.

love u<3

it made you giggle because he didnt say it often but it made your heart melt every fucking time. he was adorable. but you didn't waste time and replied you'd be ready by then. slowly you stretched, a long yawn escaping your lips before you shuffled over to put on something nice for the day and heading to the kitchen for a breakfast.

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at the café

eventually you had finally made your way to the café and there he was. sitting on the same table you two always booked. what a sap you thought.

"oi? you spacin' out on me babe?"

his voice brought you back, he was now standing in front of you and sliding his glasses back up. you leaned in to give him a little kiss to the lips, his face burning up from the sudden affection.

"just was thinking how romantic you are without even trying to be.."

"shut up will you?! l-let's go now we are goin' to shop some" he muttered, face clearly red still. seeing him being so soft with you was a sign of trust, nothing could be ever traded for that.

rindou kept dragging you from store to store, many outfits combined, mismatched, bright colors which was almost funky or too casual. but it seemed like he had a bunch of fun just you both playing around with outfits.

that's when you stumbled across a matching checkered pink shirt and a puffy jacket. it's like your feet moved on their own, observing the outfit and smiling.

"whaddya find babe?" he strolled over and wrapping his arm around your waist as his gaze followed to the matching set you were locked on.

"dont tell me ya wanna match me in pink?" he stared at you for a bit before he heard that damn chuckle. yeah he was going to match even if he seemed grumpy about it especially because it was pink.

"yes rinrin, we are going to be putting this on. i havent seen anything else as cute and we dont have anything matching!!"

"jesus christ ill be lookin' like hello kitty then"

he sighed in defeat, both of you grabbed the set and went to the lockers to change, the excitment making you all giddy knowing he still did it despite complaining. after a bit, you and rindou stepped out, a faint blush was covering his cheeks. you looked so cute it was insane.

"im only doin' this cause i love you" he crossed his arms and smirked then when he saw you practically jumping in place. and guess what? he had bought you both this set, the rest was either forgotten or not as important anymore. both of you walked out hand in hand, new outfits on to match. it was silly, maybe even ridiculous to some.

but for him?

it wasnt that. he wouldnt give a single fuck what others thought because it was only you and him.

"i love you rinrin..thank you for today, im so happy we get to match now with this.." it killed him. the way you spoke so sweetly, really genuine about it. he'd do it over and over again.

"dont get all sentimental on me now babe. but yeah, had fun too. love you too silly.."

on the way you snapped some cute pictures, making it yours and his phone backgrounds. ran may or may not have also had a laugh at you both when you stayed over, but he could care less when it made you happy.

[vodkaxtrenchcoats2]

INTRO POST!!

I got logged outta @vodkaxtrenchcoats so this is my new acc I guess

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TW!! I am mentally unstable but usually I don't post about it much, sometimes i make jokes that sometimes aren't appropriate, I'm autistic asf so uh yeah. Sometimes I reblog gore ig. Me and my mom have a complicated relationship (she has untreated bpd that she refuses to seek help for+I have a buncha mental issues so our relationship is constantly back and forth from super close to literally hating each other) so I might blog about that, I usually refer to her as Sylvia or Syl (her name). I also blog about sh'ing/suicide attempts/overdosing as a half joke way sometimes but not that often along with smoking/drinking.

Things you may dislike/like about me: I do consider myself pretty left leaning but I don't mind or care about interacting with people who are Republican/conservative, I'm also an f1 fan so sometimes I blog/reblog about f1 every once in a while, im kinda a theatre kid, m also a fan of the band Trueblood and other little garage bands ig. Sometimes I go offline for a couple days and suddenly come back. I also might quite possibly be the only tccer in my country. I LOVE getting dms/asks from my moots and people in general, I always follow back, so if you wanna ask me to unfollow you just dm me / feel free to block me if you don't vibe with me

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I don't have a lotta friends here but I'd love to make more friends!! Msg me or smth if you wanna be friends ♥︎

[ashyjingles]

GUESS FUCKING WHAT BITCHES

i just posted chapter 8 of violent and volatile, otherwise known as my hunger games au!! :)

chapter 8/12, 15k for this chapter and 90k for the whole fic so far. THIAM LIVES!!! they just go through hell first. the MCD tag is for other major characters

and then some snipppetts <33333 (they may contain minor spoilers so im hiding them under the cut!!!!)

snippet 1/4:

Violet’s face fades from the sky and the section of the hellish world they’ve claimed as theirs goes dark again. Theo sighs softly and starts pushing the sleeping bag around like he’s a bird getting its nest just right, and Liam is so entranced by the sight he can’t do anything but sit and stare like a statue watching signs of a life foreign to its stoic facade. Theo notices, turns his head and meets his gaze with that owl eye stare. For a moment they’re two stars staring at each other from across a dark and empty abyss and the next they’re two animals circling each other, sniffing at the other in curiosity but never getting quite close enough to know the other. Liam thinks that if they had to be any animals in the world, he’d be a wolf and Theo would be a coyote. He can’t explain the reasoning behind it, just that it fits so painfully well that Liam feels the sudden urge, the sudden need to either bare his teeth or bare his throat to this strange creature in front of him that’s both the closest thing to himself he’s seen in a lifetime and yet the farthest. So strange, yet so familiar.

snippet 2/4:

“Now hug,” Tara demands. Liam tenses up and takes a half conscious step back. He feels nauseous just at the thought of it. The fire abated, but it still thrums under his skin, wild and dangerous. Theo sits across from him, wild and dangerous but cold. Tara stands between them, a cotton figure standing too close to the flame. “Fuck no,” Theo spits, venom landing at Liam’s feet and burning through the grass. It smells acrid and tastes of bile, and Liam jerks to the side. Theo lunges for the machete, and that’s all Liam sees before he’s emptying the contents of his stomach in a violent mess. Kill me now, Liam begs in his head, Kill me now so I don’t have to watch you do it. Theo doesn’t. He only watches as Liam’s stomach wrings itself out until he’s dry heaving for the fourth time that week.  Liam feels pathetic, reduced like a pot full of water boiled so far down the only thing left for the remnants to do is burn. Theo only stands off to the side, holding the machete with a white knuckle grip and white hot stare. But Tara, sweet Tara who hates people getting hurt even in an arena of death, who’s still afraid of the dark, who likes picking flowers because they’re pretty, pads over with a water bottle and crouches down next to him. “Are you okay?” She asks quietly.

snippet 3/4:

“No. I was scared, not angry.” “Well that's a first.” Liam scoffs. “I’m more than just my anger–” “You are, until your anger gets to be more than you. When you get sad or scared or confused you turn that discomfort into anger. Maybe it’s easier for you that way, I don’t know. But you're a very one-line person, like an algorithm. Your unpredictability is rather predictable.” Liam’s eyes bore into the ground. “No one’s ever… No one’s ever put it like that,” he whispers. “Most people don’t get it.” “Most people aren’t paying the right kind of attention to you. Let me guess, the assholes back home only focus on the bad parts of you, and your friends and family only focus on the good parts of you?” Liam nods. “But you’re not one or the other. You’re both. One side of you can’t coexist without the other and when you’re forced to choose just one, you blow up. You can’t expect someone to be half of themselves and still be okay.”

snippet 4/4:

The forest has been his entire life as long as he can remember. When his father had pretended he still loved him, he’d bring a young Liam out on his shoulders when he went to work. When his mom decided they would do some good by taking the long route, it had always been under the towering redwoods, or the slender birches, or the gnarled oaks, or the tall mahoganies, or the flowering magnolias.  But always, no matter what type of trees they walked under, it felt like home. The buzz of bugs, or the chirp of birds, or the whistle of the wind, or the skittering of squirrels, or hum of the swaying trees themselves; the forest was always home to Liam and every other wild creature that didn’t always abide by society’s rules. The trees didn’t judge him, didn’t quiet when he walked into a room to point and stare and whisper behind their hands. They only sang for themselves, and to Liam when he chose to sit and listen to their sweet lullabies.The sound of the forest called to Liam in a way the silence of his father’s apathy did not. It was a melody Liam craved, because the crowing of the sheer life in the forest gave something his father’s howls never did.

thanks for hanging out! :D here's the first chapter if you would rather have that!

[9w1ft]

im always surprised by people being against or resistant to prequel kaylor considering Taylor literally wrote invisible string LMAO and clearly many other couples mythologize the same way and talk about their own invisible string moments in their relationships (I always do this and boyfriends never understand why it matters lol)

i think the majority of us are just thinking about it as you say, thinking about the full breadth of their story, because it’s interesting and moving. people do it all the time with friends and loved ones, thinking about all the times you crossed paths before knowing one another.

that being said, i can understand how it feels pretty niche and requires research sometimes and so i can’t understand how it feels a little bit, investigatory, i guess. depending on how you approach it. so when you add in fandom dynamics, i can see how it reads to different groups of people.

and i think that a little bit of it stems from how it could upends some narratives, or maybe for newer gaylors that don’t know much about the personalities of their predecessors, they think it’s kaylors being obnoxious by claiming everything and erasing other things (when for years the dynamic on tumblr was the exact opposite).

i also think that another way to look at it is, when i got here during rep era there was a big stretch of time where it kinda felt like there was a lot of mythologizing about them (by them) being introduced at vsfs13 and, even though a lot of og’s knew and shared about how actually they’d crossed paths earlier (like some of the instances are written about in print (“your kitchen or mine?”) and so it’s technically common knowledge) it felt like there was a consensus that like, maybe them meeting at vsfs 2013 is the narrative that they want to go with for some reason, and maybe it’s best to just go with that and let them cook. that’s how it felt for me at the time but my perception could be off. but it’s the kind of thing that informs the way i decide to talk about it, how often, how loudly.. etc.

since then we got invisible string, and notably before that there was the lover remix with the line “look in my eyes and i’ll tell you the truth the girl in my story has always been you” …released on 11/13 actually… hah! but no what i mean is that since then it’s felt like we have been granted a little bit more of a license to talk about the prequel to their main story. still, im always never sure with them and so i try to keep it cute and low key and just… fun 😆 its just having fun thinking about the nice things that led to here 😌 i hope we can appreciate nice things without breaking them and them being taken away