#genuinely enjoy my “it’s only the internet’’ walks

[delulupunk]

How the batboys would react to shopping!

Quick A/N: Thank you for all of the support! I appreciate every single one of you!! I have also added Duke just send an ask if you’d like him to also be included in my previous posts and I’ll make it happen.

Dick Grayson

You would both spend an equal amount doing shopping for yourselves. This means you’d also help Dick with his shopping too.

Dick would make no secret of trying to find clothes that match the ones you just bought- he’ll hold up your new dress to a jacket in the store, to check the shades of colour are the same.

You’d most likely spend a long time at the shopping centre if you both love shopping. However if you aren’t the biggest fan of shopping then you’d still spend a fair amount of time shopping, just because Dick likes it so much.

Dick is one of the best men to go shopping with opinion wise. He gives the best advice and slowly steers you away from the less than attractive pieces of clothing. You’ll find you have plenty of fully planned outfits by the end of the trip.

The time you’d go shopping is the morning- Dick would make an entire day out of the spree, which means you’d wrap it up between late noon or evening time.

Jason Todd

Unless you’re shopping for something Jason has an interest in, like books, he won’t be contented following you around like a guard dog. So you’d have to be sneakier with planning your shopping trips.

You’d have to ease him into the day gently by shopping for books and then going to a shop you’d want to go to. Then you’d have a meal and continue shopping, ensuring you drop in shops you’ll know he wants to go to so he doesn’t get bored.

Your plan works, but Jason gets wise and realises. He pretends not to notice, because he adores the fact that you’re not selfish. You make the day fun for him as well and act on what he wants to do.

The shopping day would most likely begin at noon, because Jason’s tired from patrol the night beforehand and has slept in.

If you tell him how excited you are about the trip though, he’ll make the extra effort to get up earlier and show he’s more enthusiastic.

Tim Drake

Tim’s not afraid to spend money on you and frequently you’ll find you don’t even need to go shopping. Since as soon as you mention one little thing you need, it’ll be right in your hands. He isn’t wrapped around your little finger though, but he wants to communicate to you that he listens to what you say.

Tim’s more of a business now, fun later type of man, you’ll go past shops that perhaps aren’t the highest on your hit list and he’ll grill you to make sure you don’t need anything from them. This leads to you going grocery shopping during your shopping trips.

He’ll hold some of your bags for you though, but only if you really need him too. He’s a firm believer that if he didn’t buy it, he shouldn’t have to deal with it.

The shopping trip is usually in the evening time, since he likes to do them after work. Nevertheless he’ll try and be sneaky occasionally by taking you earlier (this is when you end up going grocery shopping).

Damian Wayne

Damian genuinely doesn’t want to go. He’ll tell you to just go with your friends instead. So you’ll have to be cunning to try and inadvertently get him to agree to go shopping with you.

After a date you’ll make sure you walk a specific way past a store you want to go to. When you mention it Damian begrudgingly takes you, because it would be counterintuitive not to take you when you were so close to the store.

You two go to stores sparingly, it’s not something Damian finds necessary- the internet can be just as useful for shopping in his mind. Although you do argue that you can’t try clothes on- which circles back to the ‘just go with you friends’ solution.

Duke Thomas

Duke absolutely loves going shopping with you. He enjoys walking with you and going window shopping. Sometimes the pair of you will go on impromptu shopping sprees just because you saw something you liked in a window.

Your shopping days are well planned out and he’ll be more than happy to take the day off patrol just to be with you- instead he’ll go patrolling in the night.

Duke loves dragging you around various shops and explaining all his interests in intricate details. He’ll have a massive smile on his face the whole time, as he holds up various things to you and explains their relevance.

Duke is more than happy to wait outside changing rooms for you, no matter how long it takes. He’ll try and be nice about all the clothes you show him- if he doesn’t like any he’ll ask you nicely why you want it.

[toovaeloe]

me camping @ the post privately button ready to take down my writing within the first half hour every time

⛺️🧎‍♀️🤍

and then it ends up doing okay 😭😭?

got myself all worried that I’ll get hate or god forbid someone has an opinion about my writing that..what? Hurts my feelings?

TOMATO TOMATO TOMATO 🍅🍅🍅 LMAOO

Like? okay?? Boohoo, Vae. Cry about it.

you’ll live, get over yourself. Get off the internet. Freak. Go take a walk and buy yourself a little treat.

[la-galaxie-langblr]

what is going on w my brain

[vampjaeyun]

NETFLIX & CHILL

PAIRING loser!jake x maneater fem!reader | wc: 1.2k

SYNOPSIS “Do you seriously not know the meaning behind ‘Netflix and chill?’”

WARNINGS reader is in heat lmfao, soft jake, dry humping, hickeys

NOTES IF THIS SEEMS FAMILIAR, ITS BECAUSE I WROTE THIS FOR MARK ON MY NCT BLOG!!! I revamped it because I wanted to post something for jake's birthday but I haven't finished the one-shot im writing for him, so enjoy this for now <3

happy late birthday to my side piece, xo

WHAT IS JAKE SIM HERE FOR?

Tapping at your thigh, your impatience grows after every second that passes.  

You're not typically this horny or impatient, but to set the scene, you met Jake on the first day of classes.  As everyone filed into the auditorium and the professor began rambling, he took the seat alongside yours.  Throughout the first week of school, you started talking to him, sharing mutual interests and small talk.  You think he's awfully cute.  So you went ahead and texted him, wanting to "Netflix and chill" this weekend.  Maybe you were being too direct, but the deed had already been done, so you chose to embrace it. 

He doesn’t hesitate with a ‘for sure’ text back, not asking further questions or details about your request.  You smile at that, itching to explore another side of the cute boy who you see in class. 

The day arrives, and he walks over to your flat, smiling affectionately as the door swings open.  You both laugh and fond over each other while he cooks dinner and joins you afterward at the dinner table. He's so funny and sweet you realize, finally conversing about things other than school; it influences you to increase your expectations, and you wonder why hookups aren't typically like this. 

Now you're both adjacent to each other, your body cuddling up to his side as the movie plays. It's amusing since Jake hasn't made a single move towards you all night.  Aside from the arm around your shoulder, he hasn't attempted to sneak his arm any lower.  And he hasn't turned to face you since coming in contact with the couch.   Perhaps he changed his mind?  The movie is almost over, and the line has yet to be crossed. But the voice in the back of your head tells you that just because he didn't plan to tonight doesn't mean he doesn't want to, right?  A glimmer of optimism just helps to persuade you more, and once you dig a hole, you only dig deeper.

He laughs at a comedic moment in the film and you find it adorable.  He’s so invested and that’s when you finally realize Jake seriously didn’t come here to have sex with you.  It’s not his intention at all. His kindness and investment into everything you both did tonight is probably an effort into a full-on date. 

But this only made you more horny and attracted to him.  Fuck, you want to jump his bones so fucking bad.  And shit, you feel terrible because your mind and body are telling you to rip off the bandaid.  The pulsing want you have for this man is almost uncomfortable.  

You’re cursing yourself but like a bitch in heat you’re already escalating the situation. 

“Jake, the movie’s almost over,” you look up at him. 

He’s chuckling at your random commentary then looking down at you, “Yeah, it’s almost over.” 

“It’s almost over, and I invited you to Netflix and chill,” you pout.  Maybe the phrase ‘Netflix and chill’ flew over his head but it couldn’t be. You recall texting him the exact words.  There’s no way someone could misinterpret that.  Right? 

He blinks at you as if he’s unable to process your response. 

“Aren’t we doing that right now?” he quirks.  Maybe he’s genuinely clueless or the facade is running right past you, but you are fully convinced Jake has no idea about the ulterior motive of the popular phrase.

No one could guess Jake Sim would be the one who doesn’t know this term.  Maybe a stereotypical nerd whose internet consumption is strictly educational research.  Never judge a book by its cover, they said.  But you haven’t fully related to the metaphor until now.  Jake Sim’s cover has the term ‘fuckboy’ written all over.  Right to the Chrome Hearts hoodie and silver chain that looks like it belongs there.  

It’s alarming.  So alarming, that you have to sit up from Jake’s side to face him clearly.  Your brain is moving at a million miles per minute as you try to grasp the idea of how Jake doesn’t know the popular booty-call slang, head tilted to the side and all.

“Is there something wrong?” he questions. It’s beyond innocent.  His wide eyes give away the sincere worry he has and all you want to do is jump his bones.  

You smirk, “Do you seriously not know the meaning behind ‘Netflix and chill?’”

He pauses, staring like a deer in headlights, “It has another meaning? What else would it mean?” 

“Jakie,” you inch closer to him, so much that your noses brush at the nickname. “You’re so cute,” you utter slowly as you straddle him with one leg on each side of his thighs.  Thankfully, you wore a skirt, so the thin panties are the only thing obstructing the feeling of the rough material of his jeans.   

The poor boy beneath you flinches as you move so seductively in slow motion.  You’re glancing up to gauge his reactions and you swear you see a shadow of darkness in those chocolate orbs.  If that wasn’t enough for you to completely lose control, you follow his tongue gliding along his bottom lip and all you want to do is bite his lips until they’re bleeding.

“Why’d you agree to my text, but won’t do just that?” his breath hitches as you slightly move around on him, but it doesn’t have much of an effect because you’re not directly where he needs it most. 

“W-what?” he stutters slightly.  So cute.

“It means,” you bring your lips to graze his earlobe. “You wanna fuck,” u purr and he freezes at the revelation. 

“You wanna fuck while some stupid movie plays in the background,” at this, your hips move directly above his crotch and the weight of your body forces him to groan softly in pleasure. 

“It’s j-just an excuse,” You whimper as you move sensually against him.  Jake's hooded eyes tenderly glance at you, his erection slowly increasing against his jeans as the scene progresses. Because of his hesitation, his hands have yet to find homage at your hips, and you almost grab them to move them yourself. “You can touch me, you know.  Don’t be afraid.  I’m all yours,” you rasp, and the boy you’ve been crushing on crumbles underneath your fingertips. 

You waste no time chasing more pleasure,  continuing to drag your lips against his neck, sucking and biting to leave rosy marks on his flesh. Your fingers tangle in his hair, unknowingly tugging on his locks, only for him to squirm beneath you.  His rough hands attempt to steer your hips and it's not quite enough for you to cum, but the zipper rubbing against your clothed clit sends a buzz up your spine, and you moan against his neck. 

"Will you do it?" You resume licking a stripe from his collarbone to his jaw.  When you notice the overflowing lust painted on his features, you can't help but beam a grin.  

"Yes," he gasps at the sensation of your motions against him.  

"I'll do it."

[w2soneshots]

INside -Angry ginge

words: 0.9k+

warnings: none.

summary: you enter the inside house and quickly get along with a particularly attractive ginger boy.

notes: hello loves! I’ve had so many people asking for more angry ginge fics so here’s a one off😉. Enjoy!!💓🫶🏼

Today I'm going into a house with nine other people for a week. No connection with the outside world, no internet and with mostly strangers that I've never met. It's for the sidemen's new reality show. I haven't been told much about it so it will be quite a surprise.

The taxi dropped me off outside and I grabbed my suitcase from the boot. I pushed open the heavy door to reveal what looked like an airport security. I furrowed my brows. "The fuck is this?" I walked through the scanner then read the signs on the mirror. "Smile for the camera." I pulled a face then popped my suitcase onto the conveyor belt. Once I was finished I opened the door on the right.

The house was quiet when I made my way up the stairs. "Hello?!" I shouted out. I walked into the living room. "Hey!" Joe ran towards me. "Hi! I can't believe you're in here!" We shared a quick hug. I've known Joe for years. It was nice to know that someone I knew was in the house. Then another guy stepped forward. "Hello. I'm Morgan." He greeted me with a cute smile. I smiled back. "Hi, I'm y/n."

The next to arrive was Chloe (who I know since I was on her podcast), followed by everyone else. They all seemed nice but I could tell that there was a few people in it just for the money, which I understand but I want to make friends and just have some fun. We picked our beds. I ended up between Morgan and Manrika. We all sat down on the sofa to have a chat. After a little while Miniminter, Vik and KSI walked into the room. Everyone erupted in cheers and claps.

"Welcome to inside!" JJ started dramatically. "You will all be battling it out for a prize fund that starts out at one million pounds." Everyone clapped once again. "As you guys can see, there's not much in this house. That's because everything costs money." Vik said, putting on his best presenter voice. "No Vik no!" Joe joked. Simon began, "We're going to be opening the shop so you can buy whatever you want, but you're going to be paying for it through everyone's prize money." Vik went on to explain all about the shop, the daily challenges and food (we only get basic stuff unless we want to purchase it from the shop).

They left soon after and we continued to chat away. Until the tv screen lit up, reading 'the shop is now open'. Everyone raced downstairs. "Two grand for the pool balls?! You're taking the piss." Ginge stared at the board. "You have to pay for a shower? Are you fucking joking!" My eyes widened. I really didn't want to have cold showers every day.

After a long conversation about the shop and trying not to spend anything we all went upstairs. Then lunch arrived. It was freezing cold rice and chickpeas. I genuinely could not force myself to eat it, it was disgusting. Everyone went to eat their food then me and Ginge slipped away from the group to go downstairs. We giggled as we hurried into the shop. "I'm fucking starving." I ordered a packet of crisps and a fizzy drink. He ordered the same. We sat on the floor and ate in peace.

After the first night I slowly began to catch feelings for Morgan, and Chloe was quick to notice. "But do you find him attractive?" She asked me as we got ready. "I don't know. He's tall and he's cute." I replied, not making eye contact with her. "Oh you definitely like him!" She chuckled.

It started to become a running joke in the house. The way we looked at each other, our banter and the fact we always sat next to each other. Me and Ginge didn't talk about it directly but one day Specs was telling me about the conversation he had had with Morgan and it was very interesting. "He said that he would go on a date with you if he got the chance." "You're joking?" I was slightly surprised and I didn't want to look like a mug if Specs was just having me on. "No seriously. He likes you y/n."

Ginge left the next day and I actually missed him. It felt weird not having him around. I ended up getting into the final three before I left. I was really happy for Chloe and Manrika. I also saw Morgan again, we shared a quick hug then I gave him the rundown on what happened after he had left. We filmed tiktok's, took pictures and then said our goodbyes. I felt as though I had made some really good friends and made some interesting memories.

A few days after the final I got a call from Morgan. "Hey!" I answered in a cheerful voice. "Hi, I just wanted to ask if you were free anytime this week?" He got straight to the point and sounded slightly nervous. "Are you asking me out?" "Uh- well- yeah." He stumbled on his words. "So Specs wasn't joking." I thought out loud. "What?" "I'll explain on our date. You free Friday?" I asked. Unbeknownst to me a huge smile spread across his face. "Yeah I am." "Great see you then."

After I decided the call I quickly rang Chloe. "Babe, you'll never guess who just asked me out!" I began excitedly. "Who? Wait! Ginge?! No way!" She screeched down the phone.

[just-some-random-blogger]

im sorry babes but im begging you. Can we have a pedro pascal x reader fic where she's like a vlogger/lawyer and its like a fanmade video of them on yt of them being crackheads and being all lovey-dovey. like libra x aries vibes they balance each other out sm. you don't have to really but i genuinely feel like you're the only person who can pull this off.

Talk To My Lawyer

Every time Pedro gets asked something he can't answer, he always says the same thing.

Pedro Pascal x Lawyer!Reader | 600< | cw: gender neutral!reader, fluff, crack, rpf, typos, etc.

A/N: i didnt use and pronouns for yn besides you so anyone can read! ALSO this took forever, but im glad I finally did it. I hope you enjoy this nonnie! it's not exactly like the request but its pretty funny lmao

Tagging: @sloanexx @amis-love-bugs @top1bbgloak @sunfairyy @djarinsstuff @mooniesyubi @pedropascalgirly @mmmmandoz @multifandom-fangirl4

X - (Formerly Twitter) - verse

@hotnewsoutlet: Pedro Pascal announces marriage to Civil Rights Lawyer with heartfelt Instagram post. @gigigogold1: PEDRO IS MARRIED? @linmanuzel: PEDRO IS MARRIED? (2) @HOTdigitidawg: PEDRO IS MARRIED? (3) @103840582duh: ??????????????????????????????????? QUE @pedropascaldad: TO A MOTHER FUCKING LAWYER 💀💀💀✋✋✋ @pedropascaldad: OF COURSE THE LAWYER LOOKS LIKE A SUPERMODEL TOO HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHA *jumps off a plane*

@papipascalyuh: ok but if pedro was gonna get married ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ hell yeah itd be someone who looks like THAT holy fuck

@80pascal: ?????????????????????????????????????? UR TELLING ME THIS LAYWER IS NOT ONLY HOT BUT SMART AND FUNNY TOO????? [article link attached] @biwohla: 💀💀💀💀💀 NO CUZ THE LEVEL OF UNHINGED??? FROM A LAWYER???? INFUCKINGSANE @marvelwhorebb: "... I made sure to wear the Pedro Pascal T-shirt I made when we first announced our relationship. Gotta let the people know I'm one of them and simply got lucky." @atrediessucker: T-SHIRT *I MADE* SCREAMING WHATTTTTT

@djinssdjarrinn: OK IT HURTS BUT FUCK HES SO WHIPPED [video attached]

"How are you today?" asks the interviewer.

Pedro smiles and nods, "good, how are you?"

"I'm great, now that I got to see you," she says, making the man curl his head into his shoulder and grin.

Pedro waves a hand, "oh stapit"

She grins back, "I was excited when I saw you arrive with the internet's favorite lawyer."

His expression shifts, he brightens up. He places a hand on his chest, "me too! I'm so happy to have a date today. I always end up beggin' for some time, and now I got it-" fist pump "-y'know, not that I'm complainin'."

"Yeah, I was gonna sa-"

"I like begging." *Pedro smile.*

The interviewer doesn't quite catch it, "-y, the both of you are always booked and busy. How do you find time for each other?"

Pedro thinks, but is distracted when you walk up from behind him. He looks back when you place a hand on his shoulder. Immediately, he's forgotten all about the question and dotes on you. He brushes a hand on your cheek, asking you if you're okay. You whisper something but then catch the camera. You give a bashful smile, "oh, sorry to interrupt."

The interviewer immediately waves a hand, "oh, don't worry about it."

Pedro mutters something and kisses your hand. He holds it as he looks back to the interviewer. He opens his mouth then shakes his head, "sorry, what was the question?" Pedro laughs.

The woman chuckles then moves closer to you, "you know what, I'm sure people are dying to know, what's something you newlyweds like to do together?"

Pedro instantly turns to you.

You purse your lips in thought.

"I-"

"Watching movies," you say.

"I-" Pedro starts again, looking back to the interviewer, "I don't think we can say what we like to do."

*crickets*

Pedro looks at you, expression mischievous.

You stare back at him, eyes like daggers.

He holds back a laugh and leans into the mic, turning to the camera, "I can't say it. Talk to my lawyer."

The interviewer laughs and so do you, begrudingly.

"Talk to my lawyer," Pedro repeats proudly, breaking into a wide mouthed smile.

"Ok," you mutter, "pack it up, Pascal."

@alexielover: SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP BASHING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL WHAT THE FUCK @600MILK: MF SAID TALK TO MY LAWYER 🙄✋ SOBBING @oscarisaaacsz: watch him use that for everythingggggg 😭 @pedrogrill: LORD I HAVE SEEN WHAT YOU HAVE DONE FOR OTHERS @starwazfr: *sips clorox cutely* @emeryslala: and im supposed to sha la la baby after this? FOUL @pascpedro: respectfully, id pay to be their third @probelmaskt: PACK IT UP PASCAL???????????????????

[chocolate-floof]

So while I'm literally punching air over my menstrual pain I thought up a Vought reader scenario with a little real life inspo and would love to see other expand on this idea if they also find it interesting or funny. So, reader ofc works for Vought, they don't really ever work with supes in person as their still climbing the corporate ladder but they do their job well. The only time they've ever spoke to anybody even remotely close to the seven was when Ashley had come to them to ask for an update on homelanders points, as they work on the social media team at Vought, their job in the team was to basically scrub the internet for the publics opinion on vought. They've seen some SHIT from it, including the more... Vulgar displays of the publics opinion from homelander, but they have have to persevere to get that sweet paycheck every Thursday. Growing up in a area where people are normally on the more 'family friendly' with the way they speak had left them severely underprepared for the confidence that the anonymity of the Internet gave people, which allowed them to say basically anything, and they certainly did. Sometimes leading them to go to the bathroom to try and stave of the nausea. They themselves are more of a loner, staying to themselves often time felling awkward and scared of talking their everyday coworker. Sleep deprivation and overworking themselves to try and run from the imposter syndrome constantly eating at them. Your average corporate wage slave one might say. But one day, waking up with a rare dose of confidence that lasted through out the day, they decided they were going to go to a small office party they were going to be having later on that night. They decided to wear a very ~complimenting~ outfit/dress when they go. Homelander is there, he doesn't have anything better to do and he's bored so he sits in on the party, watching. No one comes to him, everybody knows how he can be to those he deems lesser than him. They don't really think about this as they look at him sitting alone in the corner with a far off look in his eyes, their sympathy genuinely clouding their better judgement. They walk up to him unannounced, nearly startling him as they said "hi." in a quiet tone with a small smile. He looks over, suddenly hearing them next to him, further away than he had thought, it sounded like you had spoken directly into his ear. "Hello?" He said, genuinely confused at why you had just walked up to him. "A-are you enjoying the party?" They ask, trying to start a small conversation. He almost immediately snaps into his 'work face' "oh yeah, it's nice that you guys have these... Little.. get-togethers. I, uh.. I like the work you guys do here, you guys do... alot for Vought, we'd be NOWHERE without.. you guys!" He gives a little chuckle afterwards. They, immediately felt like the entire sentence was nearly.. rehearsed? Fake? It just wasn't right but they tried not to let their anxiety and paranoia get the best of them and respond with a "thank you, that definitely means a lot coming from you." They were fighting their nerves suddenly feeling cold all over. "I'm glad that I can help Mister.homelander, sir" they imagine slamming their face against every surface possible as they they choke, suddenly feeling like a golf ball was in their throat, sweat collecting in their hair. Before they can manage to squeeze anything out another man walk up to them, tapping them on the shoulder. They turn to him and he asks them out. They immediately feel the ball in their throat get even bigger, thinking of a way to get out, to just go before they suddenly burst into tears. "N-No..." They say before just turning and walking out as fast as they could straight to the elevators and back home. homelander was very confused at what had just happened, how quick their emotions had just rose and fallen in quick succession suddenly feeling his curiosity peaked. The next day he comes to visit the office area, asking for you describing your appearance.

"Oh you mean y/n? Their fucking tweaking in the bathroom right now" answer one of them

"what?"

"Their freaking out." They supply

"Why?"

"read this."

"WHAT THE FUCK"

[delicatebarness]

The Avengers Bunch | I'm looking for a man... #005

Summary: After coming across the viral TikTok with the lyrics "I'm looking for a man in finance, you decide to record your own, using Bucky as your inspiration.

Warning: Fluff.

Word Count: 566

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It was unusual for the Avengers compound to be this quiet on an afternoon, however, it provided you the perfect opportunity for you to record a TikTok. You were armed with your phone and a mischievous grin, setting the camera up in a cozy corner where the natural light cast flattering shadows across your face, tapping record. 

Trying to act nonchalant, you began to sing in the now-familiar tone of a viral TikTok song. “I’m looking for a man in Hydra, brainwashed, metal arm, blue eyes… Hydra, brainwashed, metal arm, blue eyes…” 

As you sang, you couldn’t help but drop the facade when you began giggling at the absurdity of the lyrics. Amused by your twist on the popular trend, you imagined the reactions of your followers. 

Just as you were about to finish, there was movement in the background: Bucky Barnes, your inspiration for your video. Walking into the frame, completely unaware of what you were up to.

Pausing mid-step, a towel slung over his shoulder, as he took a sip of water. Fresh from the gym, his blue eyes blinked in confusion. His brow furrowed and his head tilted slightly as he stared at you. 

“I was only in the gym?” he said, his voice a mix of amusement and confusion. 

Your eyes widened as you realized the situation and panicked. “Oh my gosh, Bucky!” you exclaimed, reaching for your phone, you fumbled with it to stop the recording. And, in haste, you accidentally tapped the wrong button– posting the video. 

Walking closer, Bucky peered at your phone screen to see the video playing back. Shaking his head, he placed his hand on the small of your back. “Is this what you do in your free time? Create songs about me?” 

“Only when it’s part of a trend,” you defended yourself as you giggled nervously. “And, it’s not every day that THE Winter Soldier makes a cameo.” 

His small flattered as he raised an eyebrow. “Wait, did you just post that?” 

Glancing down at your phone, you gasped. “Oh no, I think I did!” Opening the app, you saw the video already racking up views, likes, and comments.

Bucky smirked, shaking his head at you once more. “Just what I needed– more internet fame.” 

“Looks like people love it, though…” you trailed off, scrolling through the comments. “You might have to get used to this kind of fame… Mr. TikTok Star,” you leaned into him, nudging his side as you smiled up at him. Raising your phone, you showed him some of the comments. 

“As if being the Winter Soldier wasn’t enough,” he rolled his eyes playfully. “So, what’s the next trend? I guess I should be prepared.” 

You laughed. “Oh, you’ll see. But, let’s just enjoy your unexpected debut for now.” 

He wrapped his arm tighter around you, his vibranium fingers tracing patterns along your hip. “Just promise me one thing,” he said, his blue eyes looking intensely into yours as his voice softened.

“What’s that?” you asked, your curiosity piqued.

“No more singing about Hydra.” 

You grinned, unable to resist the urge to tease him a little. “But… the brainwashing is okay?” 

Bucky nodded, a genuine smile spread across his face. “Only because it’s you, a little smart-mouthed brat, doing the brainwashing,” his tone was affectionate as he did another glance around the common area before placing a kiss against your temple.

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[megaloserrr]

i know i am not at all a big creator i'm just some guy with some internet access and an account and friends but even then all of this, fandom, internet fun, its all become so incredibly insufferable to be in? the only reason i made a tumblr was so i could post my art online and maybe get some validation and silly for it, and because there were strangers on the internet who would share the same opinions as me and we could interact via shared interests and love for content we both enjoy but never actually ever know each other personally and as someone whos been in the undertale fandom since i was like. a genuine child, how did fandom culture go from fun and joyous to genuinely exhausting and like walking through a landmine? i understand trying to weed out all the genuinely shitty people, but like, atleast on my side with my friends, and of course one of the bigger online presences in them being kia, why is it so unimaginable that people are friends with eachother outside of fandom discourse that doesnt hold a single candle to anything in real life? i'll tell you this much; whatever shit my friends like to draw doesn't do anything to me in the real world all of this "blocklist" shit (which, by the way, never has to be made public, if you really want a blocklist make it in private or dm people if they want it), is so dangerous and it's absolutely insane and incredible to me that nobody in the rabid anti spaces can see it as a genuine danger that has real world consequences until things don't exactly go "the way they wanted" why are you airing out, generally average and pretty fucking normal, people and artists around on a list expecting whoever's on the internet to see it and have an ounce of etiquette? and, actually, why are you even willing to put out public lists in the first place? does it not fill you with regret? i fucking hate dreammare as a ship and i dont like the shit that people would consider proship, if anything i'm pretty normal, i just dont give a fuck about what people do in their own little spaces because i can choose not to go in there. so why are you choosing to put me out on a list as if i personally hurt you? like i drew incest brothers and sisters kissing with nsfw written all over it or some shit? brother the only social media that i post publicly on for the world to see is this one!! tldr please leave me the fuck alone and have some idk, sympathy? i dont look on tumblr much, i'm busy you know, living on my own barely a year after turning 18, its not very fun running the risk of harassment, and knowing that people are stalking you and your friendgroup constantly over shit that doesn't fucking matter to you

[webcorelino]

anything | hwang hyunjin. 

After flying out to visit your online best friend for the first time, you're hopeful that the obvious tension between the two of you will finally find it's resolve, since Hyunjin is always so open about his feelings. Turns out you'll have to take the matter into your own hands. 

Best Friend!Hyunjin, female reader. ~4.4k words.

WARNINGS: smut, sub!Hyunjin, slight degradation, orgasm denial, cum eating, reader spits in hyunjin's mouth (yay), unprotected sex. MDNI. 

Author’s note: another one of my old works!! please reblog if you enjoy it :))  i'm praying the tags work properly this time lol

Don't interact with my work if you’re a minor or have a ageless/default/empty blog. 

It's been five days. Five whole days since you've arrived in Seoul and was staying at Hyunjin’s house, and although part of you–the decent part of you–wants to believe you've been having the time of your life, the honest part of you feels like it has been eating itself alive. 

You've met Hyunjin online and have been talking to him for a little over a year now–the blond haired boy being the only genuine friendship you've came across on the internet. The constant bickering between the two of you in the first few weeks was lighthearted, but it seemed that as you both grew closer, it would get a bit more risky. That along with the frequency in which you FaceTimed each other–that being every single day–meant it wouldn't be long until lengthy text messages start to get exchanged. Very heartfelt, and of course, platonic messages seemed to pop up in your phone late at night. Something he saw, or a thought that crossed his mind just made Hyunjin feel like picking up the phone and telling you how good you make him feel, how he appreciates having you around every single day. How no one has ever made him as happy as you do. All of his feelings were reciprocated, but that's always where you left it. Platonic text messages. One got too overwhelmed with unresolved feelings during the nighttime, would love bomb the other and wake up the next day, bickering, like nothing ever happened. 

When you both were arranging the things for this trip you were guessing, hoping, all of these unspoken feelings would violently boil to the surface–and, at least for you, they did. 

It feels so embarrassing how every little thing Hyunjin did turns you on–the way he spread his thighs when he sits down, the way he crosses his arms over his broad chest, how he throws his head back when he laughs, and specially when he shows you his dance routines, which he seems to enjoy a lot. You felt disgusting for feeling such things while he was doing nothing but being a good friend for you–there was no malice behind any of his actions, and your frustration would quickly turn into guilt. 

You guys walked a dangerous, confusing line. You were staying in his room, sleeping in his bed, and still no moves were made. You were full on cuddling to sleep but for some reason he just wouldn't make the first move–you blamed it on how fast you could feel his heart beating on your back as it touched his chest each night. 

The raindrops play a calming melody outside, muffled by the walls of his bedroom. Hyunjin lays on his back and you on your stomach, head on his chest as he runs his palm through your back. At that moment, you felt so safe and grounded you didn't see a reason to hold back your bluntness. 

“Your heart always beats so fast when we're like this.” Your middle finger traces a delicate line along his chest. “Do I make you nervous?” 

Your soft whispers suddenly made the boy hyper aware of your lingering touches on his chest, the hairs on his arms rising in attention. He stutters before forming a coherent sentence. “A little, I guess.” 

You smile as he shudders. The roaming finger becomes a palm, lightly running through his entire torso. Your head finds the crook of his neck, lips touching his skin as you reply. “Why's that?” 

Your lips leave quick, shy pecks on the skin. “I don't know.” Your tongue tastes his neck for just a second and a small gasp leaves the boy's lips. He can feel your smile on his skin as you resume your kissing, now pressing a little harder, opening your mouth just a little wider to suck on the tinniest bit of supple skin. Hyunjin couldn't tell if you were testing the waters or purposefully teasing him. 

You stretch your neck, kissing up the length of his own until you reach his jawline. “How come you don't know?” 

His nervous stutters didn't match the way he lifted his chin, giving you space to kiss his jaw as your lips neared his. You lift your head after you reach his chin, gaze fix on his as there's less than an inch separating both of you. Hyunjin looks enthralled, frozen–curious eyes look back at you with such intensity it encourages you to lower your hand from his abdomen to his hips–touch still feather-light. 

You don't kiss him just yet. You inch just a bit closer to his full lips, his neck rising to meet yours, but you pull back before he meets you in the middle. Hyunjin lets out the smallest of whines as his head touches the pillow again. “I asked you a question, hm? Talk to me.” You encourage, lips touching his as you whisper. 

Hyunjin’s afraid you've noticed him swallowing the lump on his throat, eyes avoiding yours. “It's just weird, being this close to you. It makes me nervous. I've dreamed about this for so long that actually having you here feels unreal.” 

You kiss the softness of his cheek. “What have you been dreaming about?” 

The boy's eyes flutter shut, immersed in your aura, only to open again in confusion when your lips suddenly weren't on him anymore. 

“Why'd you stop?” He asks, voice breathy. 

“You didn't reply.” 

Your eyes gleam with something Hyunjin has never seen on them before, eyelids hanging low and lips with a smirk so devilish they don't look like they belong to the kindhearted girl he's been spending his days with. He isn't complaining, but he sure is surprised. Your lips feel electric even with how briefly they touch his. “How can I give you what you need if you don't tell me what you've been thinking about?” You continue. Your words indicate a simple need for instructions, but your demeanour told Hyunjin something else, something dirtier. Your gaze was evil–he felt like a deer caught in headlights, incapable of doing anything besides watching what you'd do to him next. 

“I thought about feeling your hands on me.” He hates himself for sounding so fragile, but continues when he feels your lips on him again. Your small hand lazily inches closer to his clothed crotch. “I thought of your mouth- how much I want to kiss you.” 

Hyunjin's abruptly interrupted by a gasp, eyes shutting close when you finally palm him. Your hand firmly grips his cock through his sweatpants and you try to look unfazed by his girth. He can't help but hide his face with his arm, eyes covered by his bent elbow, embarrassed by his reaction to such minimal stimulation. Your mouth finds his neck once again, now intentionally leaving marks. You can't help but giggle at the loud and needy moan the tall boy under you lets out, his cheeks and neck so red you'd be worried if you weren't having so much fun. “You're so sensitive.” 

He swallows again. “I'm sorry.” 

You look at him once more, hand still working his girth as you speak. “Stop hiding. I wanna see you.” 

Hyunjin's chest swells with deep breaths, but he doesn't move his arm away from his face. “I'm just embarrassed, I'm sorry.” 

“I'll touch you properly if you let me see you.” 

Reluctantly, he allows his arm to fall by his side. His other hand, that was once smoothly running down your back, now grabs a fistful of your shirt. 

Hyunjin's voice is breathy when he replies, desperately trying to sound composed. The boost of confidence you get when he visibly shivers as your gaze finally meets his is unreal. You get lost in his sleepy brown eyes for a couple of seconds–the boy's heavy breathing and fluffly, messy hair were a sight impossible not to get caught up on. His quiet voice brings you back to reality shortly after. 

“You told me you would-” You shift closer to his face after the moan he lets out, desperate to get more pretty noises out of him after you reached under his underwear, getting hold of his cock. Hyunjin feels hot and heavy in your palm as you firmly stroke him, completely hypnotized by the movement of you hand under his sweatpants. 

Throughout this entire time, if your lips weren't on Hyunjin's skin, they were hovering just above his. The boy watched your expression, entranced by the way your hand moved on him, and he tried his best to contain the embarrassing whines his throat threatened to let out. Your small hand worked wonders on his shaft, squeezing on the way up, gathering the leaking precum on the tip and spreading it over his cock. The way you're so focused on his rock hard erection flusters Hyunjin to no end–the fact you didn't even look at his face again after his erection called your attention made him feel neglected. It felt like you weren't worried about pleasing him, you were simply touching him to see how his body would react. An experiment. Hyunjin didn't dislike the idea of being merely used by you. 

“You have such a pretty cock.” You breath out, earning a faint moan of your name, “It's a shame you don't know how to use it.” 

“I do-” 

“You do? So if I put it in my mouth right now are you gonna fuck my throat, or just lay here and squirm as I take my time with you?” You say, hand now focused on massaging his tip. 

Hyunjin had his free hand grasping his pillow–the other one, that once was grabbing on your shirt, now found it's way under it, seeking comfort on your skin. Your face hovered over his and he didn't try to hide the adoration with which he looked at you. His body was responsive and your eyes locked him in a trance that convinced him to do absolutely anything you asked him to, your lips barely touching his for so long but never committing to kissing him was pure torture. His brain couldn't grasp what you just told him, unable to process anything but how soft your lips would feel, how he desperately needed you on his tongue. 

“Please, kiss me.” He doesn't remember ever sounding this weak. 

“That's not what I asked, Hyune.” 

“I know, I just- please. I need you to kiss me.” 

The smirk haunting your lips fill him with fear you won't have mercy anytime soon. Your free hand reaches for his jawline to open his mouth as Hyunjin omplies–shy, hooded eyes watch your spit drip towards his mouth. You notice the way he tilts his chin up, impatient, chasing the spit that's still halfway down. But he doesn't close his mouth when your saliva finally reaches it. Instead, he sticks his tongue out and you use the opportunity to move your hand faster on his cock–your wrist's pace picks up, restless, ripping out of Hyunjin the whiniest moans as you let your spit dribble down once again, making sure to quickly lick his tongue before closing his mouth shut, allowing him to swallow. You can't help but smile at the way he moans louder as soon as he feels your tongue on his, even for a split second. 

“This will have to do for now.” 

Hyunjin's brain is too mushed to feel embarrassment as your hand brought him close, closer to the edge with each harsh stroke. You move so fast on him his brain couldn't keep up with the pleasure–his moans become shorter and higher as his thighs suddenly freeze beside you. The boy's mouth hangs open and that's your sign to stop, removing your hand completely from him. He instinctively grabs your wrist, hips bucking into nothing. 

“No! Please, don't- what did I do wrong?!” He whines, leaning into you, seeking some type of comfort. 

You coo, kissing his cheek gently as the boy goes off on an incoherent mumbling tangent. “You didn't do anything wrong, baby. I'm just having fun. Are you feeling good?” 

He nods reluctantly, shifting his needy gaze from your eyes to his cock. It was impossible for you to ignore it–it looked messy with his own slick all over it, demanding attention as the tip leaked a small puddle onto his stomach. 

“You don't seem so sure…” You drift off, but your train of thought is interrupted when you move your hand, realizing how sticky he left it. “Clean me off.” You mutter as you bring your hand to his mouth. 

Embarrassment seems to find it's way back into Hyunjin, eyes closing shut as he licks a long strip from your palm to the tips of your fingers. The feeling of his tongue is distracting, but you're able to trace back to your original thought. “Are you sure you're feeling good? Is there anything else I can do for you?” 

Hyunjin looks up at you, tongue still licking at your palm before he replies. “It felt good, but I didn't-” he's abruptly interrupted by the feeling of your index and middle fingers shoved in his mouth, knuckles touching his lips. “You really made a mess out of my fingers…” You mumble, cooing. “Make sure you clean it up real nice, alright?” The boy nods shyly. You could feel his eyes on you when your attention was on his mouth, but as soon as your gaze met his, he would look down to your hand. Cute. 

“Keep going, baby.” You remove your fingers from his lips but his hold doesn't falter–your hand still hovers over his face as Hyunjin replies, taking breaks to talk in between licking the rest of his precum off your fingers. “You're feeling good?” 

The way he stumbles over his words, clearly uneasy, makes you think he's about to ask you to let him cum. “I am, but I really wanna kiss you.” 

You're taken aback by his passive request. Hyunjin notices how the light in your eyes flicker, and he's sure he said the right thing when your smirk softens, melting into a huge smile. His hazy mind is completely enamoured of you–there could be a fire starting in his room but he simply wouldn't be able to pry his eyes away from your face. 

“You wanna kiss me?” He nods before you even finish, making you giggle. The hand you had on his mouth now rests on his cheek, thumb stroking his skin softly. “Do you think you deserve it?” 

“I think I was good.” You raise your eyebrows, making the boy under you justify his claim. “Wasn't I? I promise I tried to be good.” 

“I guess you were… But I don't know, Hyune...” The nickname makes his head spin. “I'm scared you might cum as soon as I kiss you…” You drift off. He doesn't understand how you could wear such a sweet smile while torturing him like this. 

You giggle at his panic. “No, I promise I won't! I promise I'll make you feel good, just, please let me kiss you. I've been wanting to kiss you this entire time.” 

You lean towards his space again, leaving nearly no distance between your lips and his. “You're more eager to kiss me than to cum. Cute.” 

Your words make him shiver, Hyunjin's eyes are fix on your lips as he raises his chin, chasing them. You giggle as you pull back and his voice sounds shaky, a weak mutter of your name getting your attention. “Oh my God. Just- please.” 

He moans as soon as you close the distance between the two of you, showing absolutely no resistance as you all but shove your tongue in his mouth. His desperation bleeds into the kiss, hand coming up to cup your cheek, obsessively pulling you as close to him as he possibly could. 

The kiss seems to give him a boost of confidence, or maybe it just completely pushed him over the edge, because Hyunjin's hands start to roam through your entire body. His tongue stays insistent in yours as he eagerly caresses your back, chest, ass–wherever his hands landed with his rapid, anxious movements. He whines as you sit up, lifting off of him to remove your shorts and underwear. Hyunjin feels like his sanity is slipping away as you mount him, wet core dripping right above his cock as you lean down to kiss him again. His hands find your hips, groping, kissing you like his life depended on keeping your lips on his, and right now, it felt like it did. 

Hyunjin grips your hips hard as you position yourself on him, slowly sinking down, grunting as he watched you completely sit on his shaft. You lean forward again, hips staying completely still as you make out, tongue abusing his panting mouth. Hyunjin's eyes roll to the back of his head when you rock yourself gently against him, mind completely gone to pay attention or think about anything else but your warm cunt. That's why, although he can't possibly force himself to look at you, his ears perk up as your whiny voice whispers above his lips. “You're only allowed to cum after I do. Do you understand that?” 

The amount of effort it takes for him to simply nod is embarrassing. You position your forearms to rest by his head, your hips starting to bounce on him. Hyunjin's breath is immediately knocked out of his lungs, the squelching noise of your dripping cunt sinking on him is intoxicating–his entire being, all of his senses feel completely engulfed by you. 

Suddenly, your hand comes to the boy's jaw, bringing his gaze back to yours with a tight grip. “I asked you a question, Hyunjin. I expect an answer.” 

Overwhelmed, Hyunjin nods rapidly, but he's able to force a reply out of himself shortly after. “Yes. I'll only cum after you do.” 

Your countenance melts into a pleased expression as you finally move your hips as fast as you like, riding him with purpose. Hyunjin seems to be in the verge of tears all times you look down at him, his grip–he wants to grab onto something to ground himself, but right now he doesn't want to touch anything else but you–was sure to leave dark bruises as you bounce on him with no regards to future soreness.

Hyunjin simply can't keep still–he had to fight the urge to bite his own fist in an effort to hold back his orgasm, eyes constantly rolled to the back of his head even though he was trying so hard to watch you, mouth constantly hanging open with the most embarrassing stream of sounds he never imagined he was capable of making. Hyunjin always cringed at the exaggerated moans he'd hear when watching porn–he is mortified to find out he's capable of sounding even worse than that. 

To you, though, his loud, needy noises are heaven. Hyunjin looks like a painting beneath you–toned chest bright red, heavy with fast pants, every vein in his neck visible due to his effort, head constantly thrown back and eyes squeezed shut, opening every now and again to show you how teary they were. Hyunjin chanted your name like a prayer and endured the consequences of your demands like a devotee. Your hand finds his cheek, and that immediately calls the boy's attention. He opens his sharp eyes, cheek pressing to your hand as he peppered kisses all over your palm. Your hips slowed to nearly a stop, gently rocking against him to give yourself a break. 

Now with both hands placed on his face, you trace your thumbs over his eyebrows, sliding to his cheekbones and resting on his pink cheeks. The boy looks at you with an adoration that would take you aback if you weren't trapped in the same hypnosis as he is. He hugs your waist tightly as your lips meet his, tongue moving as slow as your hips were, savouring his taste. Your now glacial moves gave Hyunjin the chance to actually feel you on him. Feel your weight on top oh him, the heat of your hands on his cheeks, soft lips now finally, finally kissing him with the care and softness he's been craving since he first saw you at the airport. The break on the power dynamic gave Hyunjin the confidence to mutter his request against your lips. 

“Can we switch positions?” He asks, and you smile against his mouth. 

“You wanna fuck me? That's sweet.” You reply, humoured. His shy gaze avoids you. “I don't know if you'll do it right, though.” 

His hands tremble where they hold you. “We can switch back if you don't like it. Please, let me try.” 

You humm, still peppering kisses on his lips. “What if you can't make me cum? What do you suggest I do to you?” 

Hyunjin's shy agitation makes you smile again. “Then I'll let you do whatever you want to me. Anything.” 

You scoff as you lean towards the side, Hyunjin's cue to flip you on your back. “You'd let me to that anyway.” 

He's cock is still inside of you as he lays you down under him, burying himself as deep as he can when your back is on the mattress. Hyunjin's body feels hot and heavy above you, hips snapping with such desperate pace that lets you know he's been dying to get you underneath him. You claw at his shoulders as he gropes your breasts, your nails purposefully leaving marks on the pale skin. But you want to leave marks on his ego too. His forehead is pressed against yours when you speak up, careful to suppress the loud moans that threaten to leave your lips every time you open your mouth. 

“Is this really all you got?” You ask, breathless, but it still seems to get to him. “What did you have in mind when you said ‘anything’?” 

The boy presses his lips shut, suppressing a whine. “I can make you cum.” 

You scoff. “Keep telling yourself that.” 

Hyunjin's pace changes from fast and desperate–which was already driving you dangerously close to coming–to timed. Deep. Strokes. His cock hits the deepest area of your cunt and you try your best to not contort your face in pleasure, but you were only so strong. You want to scream his name at the top of your lungs, your torso squirming under him, back arching uncontrollably. Yet still… 

“It's a shame that you're huge, you really don't know how to use it.” Your gaze bores into his. “I bet any other guy would have me climbing up the walls with a size like yours.” 

Hyunjin grunts, eyes squeezed shut and thighs trembling with how much effort he's putting on slamming into you. Your core pulses around him, you know you're close. He hides his face in your neck, hugging at your waist so tightly it hurts. It inches you closer to your orgasm. 

“You don't need another guy…” 

“Seems like I do. I made you feel so good earlier and this is what I get-” You're cut short by a loud moan as his fingers find your clit. 

It's so unexpected that you're unable to stop the way his name leaves your lips multiple times as his hands moves in sync with his hips, the boy shakily reassures himself in whispers against your neck. “I can make you feel good.” 

Your orgasm hits you hard and violent–legs spasming around his hips as your back arches, nails clinging into his back as your vision turns completely white and blurry, reality slipping from your grasp as your abdomen tightens impossibly before going completely limp. You feel tears on your neck as Hyunjin continues to fuck into your spent body, waiting for your permission. It takes you a few moments but you're finally able to wrap your legs tightly around him, hands on his lower back pressing him against your pelvis, stilling his movements. Hyunjin sobs, helpless, grabbing desperately at your shoulders, hips, torso, anything–the way you were both his torturer and savior driving him insane. 

He doesn't even mind the way his voice breaks and falters anymore. “Please, let me move. Please. You have to let me.” 

“I have to let you?” 

He removes his head from your neck, and you take in the sight. His face is all wet with tears, red from both shyness and lack of air due to how hard he was pressed against your neck, lips plump and wet from how passionate you both were every time your mouths touched. He kisses the corner of your lips, “please.” your chin, “please.” your nose “please.”. Every inch of your cheeks, your lips, all followed by small begs. How the hell can you say no to that? 

The smile you give him this time makes him shiver–not because it was devious, but because it was lovely. You drop you legs from his hips as you wrap your arms around his neck, mouth inches away from his. 

“Cum inside me, baby. You've earned it.” You smash your lips against his, kissing him slowly, deeply. It was both a praise and a thank you. 

Hyunjin fucks into you for a few more seconds, tongue intertwined in yours as he finally releases his load inside of you, a stream of moans leaving his muffled mouth, all swallowed by you. He couldn't possibly support his own weight with his spent legs, dropping himself completely on top of you as he rocked his hips, eyes squeezed tight as he filled you up. Feeling his own slick leaking out of you while he was still stuffed inside was heartwarming.

You both panted for what felt like minutes on end, Hyunjin laid on top of you as you caressed his back and he mouthed on your neck–kissing and sucking the skin lightly, not with any purpose, just because he can. 

“You're such an asshole.” He mutters, making you smile.

“Thanks. And you're a fucking whore.” You caress his scalp gently, tugging the hair falling on his eyes behind his ear. 

“… You could've called me that.” 

“I know. Didn't want you to cum right away, though.” 

“Shut up.” You both fall into comfortable silence, until he speaks again. “Could've taken me out to dinner first, damn…” 

Your laughter lightens up his dark room, and Hyunjin cuddles further into you with a lovesick smile, feeling your chest falter under him. 

“The only dinner you're getting is pussy.” 

That makes the boy raise his head, eyes looking for your smiling lips with a smirk of his own. “Is it eight yet?” 

[thewritingofspencerrose]

I know, it's (VERY, im so sorry) delayed, this has been sitting in my drafts since the day his trade was announced and i just got around to finishing it up. enjoy!

"Jamie," Is all I can think to respond to my brothers words. "I can't just move to Pennsylvania, you know that. I have three more years left of schooling."

You were supposed to have 3 more years on your contract, I want to add, but I know that's not what he needs right now. He was just traded away from his home with no warning, he doesn't need his little sister giving him a hard time.

"I know, trust me I know. I was so focused on getting my deal with the Ducks because of that. But some kid that was supposed to go to Philly had a change of plans and now I have to be on a plane there from Nashville at 5 in the morning."

"You don't even get to play against the Predators?" I ask, not realizing just how sudden this was all about to happen. "Do you need me to send you things? God I didn't realize this would all be so sudden."

"Kid, let's worry about what I need in a minute, I need to talk to you about you, the apartment, all of that." Oh shit. I can't afford this place. "I talked to Trevor, and he and I think you should move in with him."

"You... what?"

"I-"

"No, I heard you," I interrupt, not even letting him get two words in. "Why on earth is that your first thought? Let me have my sister move out of the apartment we've been living in and in with my best friend? Didn't Trevor literally move out because he wanted more space?"

"I know, and he knows that, but you're my little sister, I don't like the idea of you just finding some random roommate. And Trev promised that he'd look after you," Jamie explains, and I don't want to give him more grief than necessary today of all days, "I just need to know you're being looked after if I'm going to be on the east coast."

"Have you already talked to Trevor about this?"

"He offered."

Oh fuck me.

"Oh, woah," Are the first words out of Trevor's mouth when he walks in the door, two weeks and change after Jamie's move. After my moving in.

"I promise I tried not to touch anything, I just-"

"No, I told you that you should make yourself at home," He reminds, dropping his gear by the door. "It's just, I don't know, feels more homey in here than when I left."

"It's probably because you got so used to living with me and JD that seeing my things around reminds you," I offer, trying to ignore the way he's looking at me like the entire reason this place feels like home is me. "Speaking of my brother, when you offered this little deal to him did you happen to mention that you'd been sleeping with said little sister for months before you moved out?"

I probably should have seen what he was doing when he started to distance himself from me and should have realized I had gotten too attached when it hurt for him to do so.

And I had been doing fine with getting over him until JD had this fantastic idea.

Now he's here, his look shifting from admiration to shock.

"Why- why would I tell Jimmy that?"

"You're basically boyfriends, I would have thought you'd tell him about your torrid affair," I can't help the joke slipping, only earning myself an eye roll as he throws himself on the couch, landing by my feet and making the book on my lap nearly fall to the floor.

"You and everyone else need to stop thinking that we're boyfriends, you know better than any of us that I am not into guys," He returns, pointing at me like he's trying to prove his point.

Now I'm the one rolling my eyes. "Trev, the whole world knows you're into women, have you not seen the photos of you and that D'Amelio sister around? You're hot gossip on the internet."

I hate it.

"Oh God," He groans, head falling in his hands, and it's not the joking one I'm expecting, but genuine discomfort.

"Trev? You okay?" I'm already moving before I've finished asking, my book set aside as I move to his side, hand coming to caress the back of his neck, where his shaggy hair meets his hoodie.

I can't help but take a moment to hesitate, knowing that if he is with her like the tabloids say, I'm far too close to a gray area than I should be.

But it's Trevor. He helped JD move me into their apartment, after agreeing to me living with them in the first place.

He's always been there for me as long as JD and he have known each other, and I have always done my best to be there for him.

"It's the God damn media," is his whispered answer, shoulders slumping. "I can't be seen with a girl without being assumed to be with her, you know?"

"I can't say that I do," It's honest. Also very unhelpful. "You're sitting with the boring Drysdale, I have as much experience with the media as being photographed with you and JD."

His eyes rise up, looking at me for only a second before he's looking back down at his hands, ringing them. "You're not boring, Kate."

"You know what I mean-"

"No," He interrupts, eyes jumping up again, this time remaining on me. "You're not boring, you're normal in the best way. Why do you think I ended things?"

What?

"You deserve normal."

My hand stills on his neck, slowly sliding across his shoulder until it's back in my lap. "Trevor, what are you talking about? If this is because things aren't working with her and I'm suddenly around-"

"I was never with her!" He's yelling, moving to stand in the time it takes me to process his words and turning back on me, eyes wild. "We were in that photo because a mutual friend had a birthday and everyone ran with it!"

"Trev, you don't have to explain your dating life to me," I sound almost desperate, desperate in my desire to not hear about the women he's seen since our last night. My voice is the one who gets quiet now, "I'd really rather you not."

"You're not listening to me," Trev is nearly grunting, pausing to sit on the coffee table in front of my legs. "I haven't been seeing anyone else, it's why the photos piss me off. They have you thinking I'm out sleeping around," His hands rest on my knees, thumbs gently running over them. "You're not someone a person can just move on from, Kate."

"Trevor, you can't do this to me," There's that desperate tone again. "You broke off our arrangement. I was ready to become more and you were the one who said we'd have to just be friends, that I had to go back to being your best friend's little sister."

His thumbs dig in momentarily, the only thought coming to mind being when he last did that, hands slowly guiding my legs apart and -

No!

"Do you not know how much I've regretted every word of what I said?" He looks so genuine. He's Trev, of course he's being genuine.

"What made you change your mind?"

"The idea that you'd be moving to Philadelphia," There's no hesitation.

And I can't help but laugh. "Trevor Zegras, I have one year left of my undergrad and two of my masters. You can't have thought I'd really be uprooting my life," a smile comes back to his face for the first time since he walked in to see me on the couch.

"Are you laughing at me?" Is his falsely offended cry, making me laugh even harder. "How dare you!" His hands find my sides immediately, fingers moving in sync to tickle where he knows I'll feel it most.

His body has moved onto mine, my breathe leaving my lungs faster than they can refill as I wiggle.

"Trev! Trev! Get off of me, you goon!" He just smiles, propping himself up on his arms enough to pop back into a sitting position.

It's so soft, the look in his eyes.

"Give me another chance, please?" That's why he looks so soft.

He's scared.

But I am too. This has gotten more complicated than before.

"Trevor... this has gotten so much more complicated-"

"How?"

"What?" How could he possibly be asking how this could be more complicated.

He's smirking now. "It's actually less complicated. We're still roommates and I still want to be with you, only difference is your brother isn't on the other side of the door, keeping us quiet."

He's not wrong.

Now it's my turn to smile. "If we try this again, we're a couple. No casual sex."

"Deal," His smile is brighter than the lights at the stadium. "My terms were the same."

"And-"

"And? You want a kiss?" He supplies, and while it's not at all what I was going to say, I'm going to let him have this one.

So I nod.

He leans in.

And when our lips touch, it doesn't matter that he's my brother's best friend, or that I'm his best friend's little sister.

We're home.

[bettyshoweduptotheparty]

what was it like as a gaylor before 2016?

What an appropriate question on the 10 year anniversary of the kaylor public launch at the VSFS 2013 :) As it's quite a subjective question, prepare for my gaylor/kaylor origin story 😉

I've been a more committed Taylor fan since Red came out in 2012, but because I'm in the UK a lot of the public media buzz about her has passed me by (except for the headlines about her and Harry, that was definitely a big story over here). In spring 2013 the article about her and Dianna exploded on the internet and, despite it obviously being retracted, it perked my ears up because 1. I was also a big glee fan at the time, and 2. it seemed to offer an explanation to why I found her music so relatable having just had my heart broken by a girl and all her genderless breakup songs fit that situation so well. So, I did a bit of research and quickly realised that, if she was in fact with Dianna, it would have been at the same time that she was supposedly dating Harry, as well as that Kennedy guy. No public acknowledgement of any queerness (like ever) so it was very clear to me from the start that, if she is dating women, she is doing it very much in secret. Not a great inspiration for fairly newly out me (23 at the time), so I filed that information and moved on with just her music. Didn't really think about it again until over a year later when a guy in a club decided to bully me and my then gf with the sentence 'Are you a real couple or just bffs like Taylor Swift and that model chick?' Yep, my kaylor origin story is a straight man harassing me in a nightclub. What are the odds, right? 🤭

So, because that remark somehow stuck with me (and I had no idea who that ' model chick' even was) I googled it, expecting to find something similar to the Dianna situation and my jaw hit the floor when I got pages and pages of photos of Taylor and Karlie walking the streets of NYC holding hands, smiling at each other with the biggest heart eyes. It genuinely changed my life. It may sound totally stupid and out of proportion, given that they didn't acknowledge it as a relationship (which I'm aware was doing no favours to lesbian visibility), but it did something to me to see the girl whose music I'd danced to in my bedroom when I was 16 so happily in love with another girl. I'd never seen that sort of love between two women, either in fiction or in real life, and it felt like she'd reached across the miles dividing us to tell me that it's possible, and that if she could find it (even in hiding), I could, too. And somehow it didn't matter to me what they were calling it, I could see what it was and it was everything to me. But I only had a few months to enjoy it before kissgate ruined it and of course the tabloids printed words like 'affair' and ‘scandal' and by March the next year we had Calvin Harris, then Hiddleswift, and then Joe. But at the same time, we got 1989 and rep with some of the gayest music ever written. And I found a great community of fellow queer people on here in those years that seemed to enjoy watching them and seeing their lives in the lyrics as much as I did. I’ve dipped in and out of the online space for years, lurking when there were more kind people around and disappearing when the hate got worse. It was fun to watch it all unfold in real time with people, I’m impressed that people still become new kaylors these days when there is no real time interaction and the hate from the general fanbase towards Karlie is still high since 2018. I don’t think I would be a gaylor today if I hadn’t witnessed their love in front of everybody’s eyes in that year, that really made me resilient to setbacks because I’m just so irretrievably in love with their love story. I’ve seen how Taylor lashes out when she’s cornered and scared (like she did after kiss gate) and sometimes we’re the collateral damage of that. And as much as that sucks it just shows that she’s incredibly protective of her little bubble of happiness and the more you poke the bear the more savage she’ll be in her retaliation. Do I wish she didn’t throw her most loyal supporters off a cliff every time she needs a straight excuse? Of course! But have I also hurt people I care about to protect my loved ones? Yes. So I can’t really judge. I can just take a walk when it gets too much, and wait for the soft shit to pull me back in.

So, to summarise, being a gaylor has always (and will always) have highs and lows, the public narrative is never for us, only the music is. But that's ok with me, I've learned to tune the noise out and enjoy the music, reminding myself that those songs were inspired by one of the greatest love stories I've ever accidently stumbled upon.

[icycoldninja]

Can you write the DMC boys with a reader who’s extremely wary, if not, straight up paranoid around men?

Like on the surface, you can see that she’s seemingly chill around men, but internally, she’s shitting herself due to how uncomfortable she is around them

To sum up how badly paranoid she is around them, I can give you some examples:

- If she gets called by someone whom she knew is a man, she’ll most likely would not pick up because she can’t tell a difference between a kidnapping scenario and a normal phone call -> leads to her sometimes not picking up their phone calls ( intentionally) unless someone else whom she trusts is beside her to rescue her

- If a man ask her to accompany them to somewhere else, she would internally panic because she thinks to herself “Should I propose to going out in public so incase he did try to kill me, I can easily scream for help?!”; “Will he ask me out?! How would he react if I reject him?! Will he orchestrate a plan to kidnap me and rape me?!” ; etc when in reality, that man could be asking for her help, shining the flashlight so he could fix his car easily -> leads to her only hanging out with the boys in public or anywhere that has the presence of other people, which means, not a lot of privacy between both of them

- If the boys and the reader sleep together, she would lowkey be ecstatic but mainly paranoid as hell, to the point where she could imagine 100 kinds of scenarios in which the boys could be taking advantage of her when she sleeps so she secretly hides a dagger underneath her pillow and pretend to fall asleep so the boys do not grow suspicious of her. In reality, she’s very much awake and alert, staring at them eyes wide open, not dare blinking asleep with a dagger close to her heart, ready to fight back -> her having sleepless nights and grows extremely exhausted much to the boy’s confusion, wondering how tired she must be even though they do saw her falling asleep ( presumably )

-If she had to walk home alone, she would hold her precious Swiss knife close to her heart, ears and eyes always be on the lookout for even a faint sound or image, ready to strike and would stare down at a man across the street to back off and leave her alone, even when the man could be minding his own business -> leads to her being too independent sometimes and not wanting to accept their help taking her home because she thinks they would take advantage of her as well which honestly dishearten them

-She always carry around a pack of condom in case if she did unfortunately get 🍇’d, she can still prevent sex-related diseases and unwanted pregnancies

That affects their live life a lot because they felt that they’ve never been connected to the reader as she always seemingly repulse from them. It isn’t until they saw how comfortable she is around women and uncomfortable around (not only them) other men as well

That leads to them coerce her into answering them, not straight up being a pushover did she sobs and told them

P/S: That’s how I act around men and I can’t help myself….It’s exhausting because I can’t feel connected to anyone and have genuine friendships and relationships with someone of the opposite gender without coming up with multiple scenarios of how they would kidnap me, torture me, sa’d me

I'm so sorry to hear that. I know my words are meaningless since I'm just a stranger on the internet, but I hope you can heal from whatever is causing this, because as someone who has a father and brother, I can tell you not all men are like that, only the real trashy ones. Hope you enjoy.

Sparda boys + V x Paranoid!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante doesn't understand why you're so paranoid. He knows he might come off as intimidating to some, but he's not a bad guy, trust him!

-He won't push you to hang out with him because he's sure that if he gives you space, you might warm up to him.

-This only partially works, as you don't ever want to go anywhere with him unless other people will be around, which made it really hard to establish a relationship.

-Dante refuses to give up, though, and kept trying, mostly communicating with you over the phone, even though you rarely picked up. Most people would have just given up and left you to your devices, but he refuses to let that happen.

-When you guys eventually establish a relationship and sleep together for the first time, you're still paranoid as hell and keep your knife under your pillow. Of course, once Dante starts cuddling up to you, your fear starts to dissipate.

-Indeed, for while Dante could easily snap your neck in half, he would never do such a thing. He loves you with all his heart and does nothing but try to protect and soothe you, even when you resist.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil understands he is a very imposing man, so he does not question your fearfulness. He leaves you be, not wanting any drama, and just some quiet time so he can read his book.

-You got a lot of encouragement from the DMC girls to go up and talk to him, but you always refused. At some point, the whole DMC staff had to go on a giant mission, and since everyone would be there, you figured it would be safe to go too.

-It took Vergil saving your life from a particularly nasty creature for you to understand that he is looking out for you, even if he never shows it.

-You're still very on edge around him, especially at home, but after watching you take your knife with you to the bathroom, Vergil decided to put an end to all that and sit you down on the couch before explaining that he has never even thought about harming you in any way.

-It's unlikely you'll be getting over this fear anytime soon, but at least you can rest a little easy knowing Vergil isn't going to try anything without asking you first.

-And when he said he'd ask for permission, he meant about everything, he might as well ask if he can breathe the same air as you.

□ Nero □

-Nero was recommended to you by Nico, whom you trust. She gave him glowing reviews, and even dragged you over to say hi.

-Nero was informed beforehand about your paranoia and did his best to make you feel comfortable, though that was very difficult.

-You guys only hang out when Nico and Kyrie are around, but still, you managed to create a pretty strong friendship.

-You still refused to pick up the phone when he called or answer any of his texts, but you guys managed to make it work, somehow.

-When you guys finally get into a relationship, you're still pretty nervous, but Nero is so nice and protective of you, you can't help but wonder if your fears are no longer necessary.

-He really is the sweetest boy in the world, and may be the key to healing you.

● V ●

-V is not like other guys, literally. He has a talking bird that encourages you to say hi, always whispering things in your ear.

-Yes, you're terrified and uncomfortable beyond comprehension, but V just doesn't seem that bad. He actually looks harmless.

-Griffon is constantly assuring you V wouldn't do anything to hurt you, because he can't really fight without his familiars, and according to Griffon, all his familiars love you.

-You are still extremely wary and keep your knife about you at all times, even when you get into a relationship and all that.

-V is such a sweetheart, though, doing his best to make you feel loved and comfortable, not trying anything unless you want him to.

-When you need space, V will give you space, no hard feelings, no worries.

[thefrogdalorian]

Hello! 

You may (or may not... I don't like to presume) have noticed my little break from posting. I just wanted to share something in case anyone was worried about me and assure you there is no need to be :) 

There isn't really one reason for why I've been on hiatus, but I guess a collection of things. 

I was really poorly with covid but thankfully I'm feeling a lot better now! But being so sick and stuck in I guess made me reevaluate certain things. 

Since recovering I got to see a lot of people I really adore with my whole heart, as well as being lucky enough to experience so many things I love with them.

And it made me realise what truly makes me happy in life. I suppose it really put things into perspective for me. I'm thinking more and more that tumblr (and being online generally) is something which unfortunately does not spark joy any longer. 

To be honest, (as I'm sure many people who were given far too much unsupervised access to the internet at a young age also do), I have a complicated relationship with social media. It doesn't make me feel good most of the time. I don't know how to handle some of the things I read and some of the things people have said to me. And just like I do irl, if the vibes feel off, I usually retreat into my shell to regroup. 

While I have made so many friends over the years of being chronically online and spoken to plenty of great people, I can feel myself getting drained again. And I really haven't missed it during the time I've been away.

I've filled my time with a lot of reading (I read Pride and Prejudice THREE times... doing amazingly), some writing and lots of long walks in nature. It's been really good for me!

As a result, right now, I just don't feel like continuing to post on this blog.

This decision wasn't caused by anyone or anything in particular. But when I've made my mind up about something, it's pretty impossible to change it. I've been mulling it over for a few days and my heart is telling me to go.

Anyway, I'm going to continue working on my WIPs and most likely continue posting them to AO3. It's by far the least social media-ish platform out there, and I really like posting on it. 

I need to take a step back to remember why I started writing, which was really as a way to get emotions out and to scream into the void a little. I don't enjoy sharing my work on tumblr, I kind of felt like I had to rather than genuinely wanting to. 

Truthfully, I just want to create and consume others' work in peace. I don't want to feel like I need to market my writing or whatever or compare myself to others. As much as I try not to, I think it's only human nature. 

So, I guess I'm really making this post to say I'll be going on a hiatus from tumblr. But I don't intend to stop writing or posting to AO3 and I hope to see you over there! 

I have no idea how long I'll be away for. Who knows... when winter comes around and my seasonal depression returns, or perhaps there is a major Mando update, maybe I'll return! 

For now, all there's left to say is how much of a pleasure it was posting about Mando and talking with you lot all these months. 

If anyone (mutual or otherwise) would like to keep in touch, feel free to message me for my discord! I'd be happy to continue chatting to you on there.

For me, in the headspace I'm currently in, one on one conversation is far less intimidating than being perceived by lots of people lol. 

I'll likely drop in at some point soon-ish and check for any of those messages, but until then, it's not a goodbye, but a see you later! 

Please care of yourselves and be kind to others :) 

Love,

Spud 🐸🩷

[imagines-babes]

Sleep Well (Foolish)

Hello everyone, sorry for this being ‘late’ but I found out something that is happening in my personal life. So maybe there will be sad story next time. Anyways. Thank you for 87 followers. I do appreciate so so much. This week story is Foolish. The song is sleep well by d4vd. I hope you enjoy.

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Yn

Talking to someone random on the internet can lead to many things. Good or Bad. You never know what is gonna happen. Maybe you are talking to some old guy maybe you are talking to genuine person. Or you are just talking to a boy. No matter what you never know what's on the other side. But with all odd I tried a website to text to a random person. So I took those odds and I texted a name online that is Foolish. He is 24. He from the state of Ohio. He played sports. Nothing else. He never told about work life. I never talked about mine. He never gave me his real name. I used a fake name aswell so I messaged him everyday in the app then gave each other our numbers. Then on the rest was just a guessing game of how we would meet. The message only do so much till he insists on calling me that night. That was more than I needed. The first time we called on the phone. He told me that he will call that night so I stayed by my phone. Trying to ease the anxiety I had with a movie. So I waited a hour passed then another  and another. I just watched the movie not wanting to think of it till my phone rang. It was him. Taking in a breathe answering with an hello. When I heard his voice it wasn't how I imagined it. Not in a bad way I swear. His voice was noice. Honestly I could fall asleep to his words. He spoke clear. With a ramble sometimes. Going off to different subjects then back to the main topic. His laugh is my favorite. When we ended that call looking at phone just giving a smile. The call help me realize how deep in love with him.

After months, he was real. The person I talked to through a phone is real. This will be the first I seen him face to face. Never telling me his name. Never told me how he looked like. He said he was gonna be wearing blue and white lose flannel with black pants. Really hoping for more that that. But also he said he was gonna hold a sign with my name on it. Walking out of the plane I was nervous the more I walk the more it got real for me. Entering the building I found my bags making my way to the front. Looking around for someone matching his description. Within a minute I found him and I was Starstruck. From his hair to his eye to his smile with him holding the sign. All he did was look around and wait for me. This beautiful man was waiting for me. All I did was stare then walked up to him. He watched me walk closer as he started to walk to me with a smile. Standing two steps from each other. 'Hey y/n,' his voice just made me smile as I nod. 'Hey fo-,' he stopped me mid sentence, 'Noah, that my name my real name.'  Giving a smile, 'nice to finally see you Noah.'

After that first time of meeting we would see each other once every two months. We never lost touch. He told me what he does and I would watch him ether from my phone or me getting him the food he order. Passing it to him and I sit in the back. I watch him talk to his chat. Watch him react to videos or him just playing games. All I did would stare at him. Chat would notice it happening and would type it out. I leave before he starts to ask me questions about what they are talking about. More and more I fell for him. It's like those he fell first and she fell harder scenario but it's one sided. Now I'm packing to head back home.

Noah

I wanted her to be mine. I waited to long for Yn not be mine right. When I first heard her talk I was scared she wasn't gonna answer or be upset if I didn't call her so I ended my stream early. I stared at my phone. Waiting for the perfect time to call her. When the time was right I did it. She had such a nice voice. Then I got to meet her few months later. She was prettier than I imagined. Now she's in my house. Helping me most times. Bringing me my food when I stream. Talk with my stream. She doesn't know but I notice her stare when I'm busy. Then notice other people in chat comments on it as I smile. I like her. I want to tell her before she leaves tonight. I wanted to tell her on the first time I saw her at the airport. But I never did. So tonight I will.

Yn

He ended his stream early as I stay in my room to hear a knock as I open the door. He stood there as a dear to headlights as i tilt my head. ‘Yes Noah?’ He blinked as he gave a soft smile. ‘I was wondering if you want to sleep in my room just for tonight because you will leave tomorrow.’ Now I felt the deer in headlights without know I just nod my head. With that he left. I stayed by the door not know what happened till he called my name. I made my way to his room. His room was neat not messy messy or clean clean just neat. Walking towards his bed as he went to the bathroom. Laying on his bed I just watch the ceiling basically hearing what he was doing in the bathroom. I didn’t know what was gonna happen so I laid on my side. Hearing the light switch go off I felt him going under the blanket. ‘This doesn’t have to be weird right?’ He ask, turning off to look at a glimpse of his face. ‘No why would it be weird?’ Feeling him get closer with his hand touching the side of my body. ‘So this is fine?’ I hummed getting closer to feel his body. His heartbeat were quicken as I give a laugh. There was silence between us. This silence was nice. Till he spoke, ‘the sunrise will be beautiful won’t it y/n?’ (I like you and I don’t want you to leave me) . His body started to relax as soon as he said those words. Giving a smile at those words. ‘I wouldn’t miss it anymore Noah.’ (I like you too and I won’t leave)

[bloogers-boogers]

ERIC CARTMAN (SP One-shot) (small drabble?)

Slight Eric Cartman/ Kyle Broflovski

'Drugged by mommy'

Summary/ warning⚠️ : this is a against fic; addictions/ may suggest sexual harassment/ sensitive topics. Your girl Liane ain't it in this fic (she's kinda awful)

Author's note: I'm finally slowly getting out of my writers block u guys! I'm excited to get back with writing, having a lot of stuff planned 🙌🏼!

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Eric curled up in bed covering his ears with his blankets, loud moaning being heard by the next room. It wasn't something uncommon atleast not something he's supposed to be in shock from, genuinely he didn't seem to care. He was numb by these noises, they had become his own sick twisted lullaby, a quick method to go to sleep, a signal to do so.

He wanted to fall unconscious by the comforts and protection of his blankets bringing him warmth and a shielding effect to it, being left with the sheltering feeling of his bed. Forgetting it all, but his mother's screams full of last and pleasure have never been as louder then that dreadful night, he feared his mother was being raped outta instinct but by this point he's figured out she seemed to enjoy it. After a couple of internet searches and how Kyle explained to him about 'sex' after that one time he made himself look like a fool infront of the new kid and his coon pals. He genuinely thought Kyle was fucking with him, but once he navigated the internet he soon realized the truth.. his mother's a.. he found pages of people dedicating and even having a carrier over such thing! He couldn't believe it, it was eye opening.

They called it 'porn' that same crap Kenny was so obsessed with, and for his own awful luck he had found his mother appearing in a couple of thumbnails. No child should ever witness their parents expose themselves like that, sell themselves..

But that wasn't what bothered him the most, it was the strange men she'd bring. Complete intoxicated strangers. He sniffed, small tears popping in the corner of his eyes.

Hearing heavy footsteps walk through the hall a whole different contrast to his mother's, and the doorknob of his room began to budge turning fanatically a couple of times as if the stranger attempted to trespass his only safe place. Which was probably the case, it wasn't the first time that has happened neither would it be the last. Though, now he's learned the importance of locking his door room.

He gulped hearing a light knock, "sweetie, it's me."

He closed his eyes for it to appear he was fast a sleep, but his mother knew him too well.

"I know what're your trying to do, Eric. That won't work on me, now opened this door and don't be naughty."

He groaned, sitting on the edge of his bed, reluctantly walking towards his door and opening the door slightly, peeking through the small gap.

His mother gave him a small smile, which he took as innocent and apologetic. She hold on to a cup of tea.

"Brought you some tea for you to relax, I know you're probably having difficulty to sleep for the big event tomorrow, poopsikins."

He won't deny that was something he was actually looking forward to, he accepted the cup and took a sip before walking back to bed.

His mother stood there in the the door frame, the door wide open as he cautiously continued to drink the tea eyeing her up and down skeptical. She seemed saddened but her smile never faded, however her eyes we're sure telling.

He drank the last sip, and suddenly his body felt relaxed and his head all giddy. He layyed back flat against his mattress he saw his mother approach him pampering in whispers while she caressed his hair and kissed him in his forehead affectionately.

He doesn't remember all too well what happened next, however he was awaken by sirens, and a police officer asking if he was feeling okay. His mother was cuffed but she looked away from him as she was dragged that night in a police car. The officer who stood by his side gesture him to follow, taking him outside as he was greeted by a crowd of noisy people watching everything unfold.

Some looked at him with pity, others in shock, then there's was concerned. He managed to see his friends in the crowd all looking concerned seemingly just waken up by the commotion, he still felt himself dizzy, but there was something in the pit of his stomach that was telling him his mother had got themselves in trouble for real this time.

The police cars lights almost blind him as he was shoved inside, he watched the crowd of people get smaller and smaller as it drove off.

"Do you recognize this man?" The chief asked him while gesture a man with a black coat and curly black hair, pale skin just as a perfect description for a vampire.

He denied with his head, still seemingly confused by the whole thing, he felt tired like if he hadn't gotten an ounce of sleep, "no."

"He was an undercover cop, boy. Your mother has been in the wrong ropes for quite a time, we just needed some actual proof that she was in the business."

"What business?"

The chief place a hand on his shoulder which gesture made him arched a brow for, "son, I'm afraid your mother is a no good whore."

He slapped the officers hand off him in disbelief and annoyance, not caring for any negative responses from that.

"Okay." Was the only thing he managed to mustered, that still doesn't make any sense on to why she'd be cuffed when she's alway been participating in those type of jobs since he remembers and still, she's never gotten in trouble for it.

Actually he was pretty sure his mother and the chief had gotten it going at some point, which makes this even more irritable.

The chief rub his hand bitterly but didn't comment anything about it, "Howie here, pretend to be a client for the night. We take are job serious, we needed to prove certain rumors being true."

"What rumors?"

"Eric, has your mother ever made you dance for men while being intoxicated and doing inappropriate things with the men she brought home while you were watching?".

His eyes widen, in fact, she had.. but would it be right to admit that? It was embarrassing and humiliating.. but by his expression it was enough for the chief to realize that was in fact right.

He said nothing looking at the ground as it were the most interesting thing in the world, he genuinely didn't want to be there. He wanted to be back home and wait for his mom to reappear and make him his favorite pastries. Like none of this have ever happened.

Ofcourse that wasn't gonna be anytime soon.

For his dismay he was taken in by the Marshes, Sharon has taken pity over the situation and somewhat felt she had to do something about it. He wasn't allowed to see his mother until her trial which will be in a month.

Being driven to Stan's has never felt longer, as the social workers dropped him off and he was greeted by a saddened Sharon who hug him lightly before letting go. Stan peeking from her side with an awkward expression, both looking at each other not knowing what to exchange, tension forming but was quickly broken as Randy showed up from the kitchen walking by the living room. A shirt in hand as he shoved it on him abruptly.

"Randy!" Mrs. Marsh smacked him on his back in shock, "What do you think your doing!?"

Stan looked at his father just as offended but said nothing.

"If there's gonna be more people in this house it means more free publicity for our weed business," he then mustered quietly but not quiet enough, "Besides, a case like his is gonna bring quite an attention on us."

"Dad!" Stan shouted angrily, incredulous.

Eric was unfazed by the whole ordeal, just bothering to fix the hemp shirt adjusting well on to his body.

"See? He gets it," Randy shrugged the obvious glaring, nudging Stan lastly as he went back to the fields.

Mrs Marsh gave him one more small apologetic smile before walking to the kitchen telling Stan to take Eric to the guest room.

Stan kicked the floor lightly, "so.."

"I don't want to talk about it Stan. I don't care." He blankly admitted causing Stan to look at him bewildered. Eric shrugged dismissing his reaction, "let's just do something skewl I'm bored outta my mind."

Not long after his arrival to the Marshes he figured out why Stan complained so much about his home (a couple of hours to be in fact); everthing smelled like weed, even the bathroom.

Though, he won't deny having dinner among a somewhat family was nice, in a sense.

He got along with Shelley so it wasn't hard to make conversation with her, they actually shared a lot of the same taste in music/fashion/ idols. So topics to bring up we're easy between them.

There was a door knocking heard from downstairs but he didn't pay much mind to it just pacing around Shelley's room complaining of the ongoing hype people were doing over the weekend's new partner, as if he didn't have more girlfriends than someone could possibly count on.

Footsteps were heard rushing upstairs, and a following interruption brought by Stan and two other guys; Kyle and Kenny.

They glance at him with the same awkward expression Stan had gave him with his arrival. He hated it so much.

"Always ruining the fun, turds." Shelley commented while putting some headphones on now scrolling through her phone.

"C'mon Cartman," Stan commented while dragging him outside by the sleeve, towards his room.

Kenny closed the door as all three pair of eyes layyed on him.

"Goddammit! Quit it you guys." He spat glaringly, "it's fine, I've never been better," rolling his eyes lastly trying to push the subject elsewhere, "let's play video games."

The three boys shared a look before reluctantly just doing that.

••••

Eric grunted once again, as he was not able to focus on the game with Kyle anxious leg bumping again his. It was starting to annoy him and also, Kyle has been losing to many rounds for his liking.

"Can you quit that?" He sneered at the redhead earning a glare that immediately faded to a pitiful stare.

"Sorry," he replied back, which made Cartman throw his controller to the ground outta frustration causing his three friends to flinch in surprise.

"DON'T FUCKING APOLOGIZE!? WHY ARE YOU APOLOGIZING!?" He screamed outta the top of his lungs, now dashing outside in a fit of rage. Not knowing his redhead friend ran behind him.

"Cartman," He called out calmly, closing the front door of the house and standing still on the porch as he watch Eric who had sat down on the first step in a slouch manner, "you can talk to us."

The boy rolled his eyes to that, "I'm fine. Why can't anyone get that?"

"How are you gonna be fine after that?"

Eric stood up grabbing some tool that was carelessly left there, "it's not like she raped me, Kahal," he sneered once more tired of having to explain himself, noneless to his archrival. He threw harshly the tool twoards some crops visualizing from afar Randy and Towelie sneaking inside credigree farms.

"We should go check that out," he stated trying to move pass it, but Kyle ofcourse wouldn't let him do so.

Kyle gripped on the back of his shirt, practically yanking him towards him.

"Stop trying to run away. It's not gonna work on me and you know it."

"And what do you expect, Kyle? Do you expect me to drop all my sob story to you like if we we're all buddy buddies!?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" The redhead glared at that.

Eric scoffed, "let's be for real here, Kyle. We're not friends, we've never had, I hate you, you hate me. So stop acting like you give a fuck."

Eric felt Kyle loosen his grip letting him go. He took this as a sign that it was his chance to run off as Kyle seemed to be left with out anything else to say.

Before even managing to go down the porch stairs Kyle pushed him off making him fall flat on to his stomach.

"WHAT THE F KAHAL!? WHY DID YOU DO THAT FOR," He whined out trying to stand back up but a pissed off redhead boy prevented him from doing so; lounging himself on to him being left on top of him while gripping on to his collar, fanatically shaking him.

"You really think you could make me believe we're not even remotely friends by this point, fatboy?"

Eric nervously looked away as Kyle's nose brushed against his. Talk about personal space huh.

Kyle with his free hand gripped on to his chin forcing him to look directly at him, "look at me when I'm speaking to you, Eric."

He gulped and he swore Kyle could feel that, "what else do you expect me to believe?"

"After all the shit we've been through, makes us something right? I've gone through hell because of you and I'm not gonna let you pinned down my efforts as nothing more than just rivalry," Kyle spoke, still not letting go of his collar, "Eric, I'm really, REALLY sorry about your mom.."

Eric's expression softened.

"It's really fucked up she made you do those things. And I just- you can't just shrug that shit off and act like it didn't happen?"

"What did you think I was doing all these years, asshole?" He spat almost bitter, the fact that he unintentionally opened himself to Kyle, a slip of tongue about something so vulnerable and very personal of his.

He cursed himself internally as he saw Kyle soften in bewilderment.

He pushed Kyle away and this time he managed to escape the interrogating noisy ginger.