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dreamingofep · 1 month ago

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Forbidden Love pt. 12💔❣️

Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Reuniting with Elvis was supposed to be the highlight of your summer, but with unresolved tensions between you two, things aren't what they seem. [Fem! reader]

TW: cussing, tension, Dom/sub dynamic, bondage, Elvis being a possessive little sh*t😏🤭

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: Hi everyone! Happy Friday! This chapter… this chapter was A LOT to write and it’s all because this man is so damn fine🫠 Just look at these pictures! Please strap in for this part, it’s quite a lot heh. I kinda like him when he’s… you know… upset and bossy… I might be the only one who feels that way I’m suuurrreee😝 🫣 Anyway, hope you like this next part!

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July 31st, 1969

The night had finally come. It was Elvis’ opening night. You were so excited to see him perform live. It had been over a decade since you were able to watch him on stage. You had a feeling he was going to be better than you could have imagined. He was full of nerves the proceeding days but something about having you there calmed his nerves slightly.

You sat in one of the center red booths with a few other couples in his circle. You wore a cute black tank and skirt with knee-high boots. Everyone was nice and complimented on how you looked. They were very gracious to you and didn’t ask you any questions about why you were here alone. You were sure they caught wind of what happened but didn’t bring it up thankfully. The audience was buzzing and there were girls giddy with excitement. You were right there with them! You couldn’t wait to see what he would wear and how the bright lights would shine on him.

The thunderous drumroll begins to play behind the gold curtain and everyone turns their attention to the stage. Your skin prickles as the band starts to play the opening riff. The bass of the drum beats loudly against your chest and you’re on the edge of your seat. It takes a few minutes for Elvis to appear and for a second, you’re scared he’s not coming out. He told you how nervous and scared he was to be performing again. He deeply cared what the fans thought about him and didn’t want to let them down.

Your own nerves began to build and just as you thought, he walked from the wings of the stage. You hold your breath when you get a glimpse of him on that huge stage. If you didn’t, you’d be screaming and crying like these other girls here. He looked radiant and had the most brilliant smile on his face. He wore a two-piece, all-black suit with a herringbone pattern on the lapels with a scarf tucked into his top. You had never seen him look so good. And that’s really saying something. The way he walks is like a lethal animal. Those piercing blue eyes make you weak and he is in full command of this stage. Of his stage. If he was nervous, you couldn’t tell with the way he was stalking the audience, prowling as if we were his prey that he was going to take this room down one by one.

He puts his guitar strap around his shoulder and makes his way to the microphone. His deep tenor voice booms through the speakers and you feel your heart pounding.

Well it’s one for the money

Two for the show

Three to get ready now go cat go…

His voice sounded so strong and echoed through the large crowd. Everyone is screaming his name, thrilled to hear and see this man in person. Just like in rehearsals, he brought a new light to these older songs. They didn’t lack any luster and was so unbelievable to hear them live on a big stage.

The show was over an hour of nonstop hits and you couldn’t lie to yourself, you felt flustered watching him up there. The most subtle movements were suggestive and the gritty sound of his voice sent a tingle through you. How he would thrust with the beat of the drums or pull his guitar out and then against his body over and over as if he was in the throes of passion with you. The longer he was on stage, the more you couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together, trying to subside that ache he’s created in you.

He closed out the night with Can’t Help Falling in Love and it was the perfect song choice. One of the guys asks you if you’re coming to the press conference at midnight. You wouldn’t miss it for the world and knew you needed to see Elvis. You wanted to kiss him and show him exactly how he’s made you feel. You didn’t care anymore about the cameras. You weren’t going to hide your feelings anymore.

The guys help you get to the large ballroom where the conference is being set up. The room is full of reporters and a few lucky fans. You decide to keep standing against the wall, hoping he will spot you quickly.

At midnight on the dot, a side door opens and in walks Elvis, looking drop-dead handsome. He wore a black suit with nothing underneath the jacket except for a pink scarf fluttering out of it. His hair was fluffy and combed back again compared to the sweaty mess he was on stage moments ago. Everyone bursts into applause as he enters the room and your mouth goes dry. He makes you feel completely entranced by his presence and his god-like looks.

Yet again, he commands the room, his whole body language calm and in control. He starts taking questions from the press and he’s as charming as ever. You can tell he’s enjoying himself and everyone is hanging on every word he says. He was a feast for the eyes. The way he was absentmindedly playing with the rings on his fingers, twisting them back and forth and rubbing them as he answered a question. It was harmless to most but for you, you couldn’t help but think how those fingers would make you cry his name. It kept getting worse when he would bend his leg and rest his knee on the table in front of him, making him seem like he was the most dominant man on this planet.

After everyone had their questions answered, they allowed people to take pictures with him. You were dying to congratulate him and be in his arms again. But there were so many people in this room pushing their way forward to him. You had to be patient and you knew your time would come.

You’re only a few people away and going to squeeze through when you stop dead in your tracks.

You see Dianne wrap her hands around Elvis’ waist and pull him in for a hug. He looks down at her and smiles and pulls her in tighter, kissing the top of her head and posing for the camera. The second the flash goes off, Elvis meets your angry eyes as you stare at him. You couldn’t even fake a smile when you looked at him. All the things he’s been saying to you and how he’ll ‘take care of you’ and ‘do anything for you’ seems like a bunch of shit he made up just to shut you up.

“Hi y/n,” he says low. “So glad you’re here.”

“That makes one of us,” you snap, quickly turning away and heading out the door.

You quickly make it back to the penthouse, being careful that no one is following you or watching where you are going. You were fuming that Diane was here. For a second you thought it could just be you and Elvis for this trip but no, this little act they had going on had to come to Vegas too. You angrily kick off your heels and head for the bathroom, peeling off the jewelry Elvis bought you that feels meaningless now.

Fifteen minutes pass by and you hear the front door of the suite slam closed. You didn’t care who it was you didn’t want to see anyone. The bathroom door squeaks open wider and Elvis stands in the doorway, looking just as angry as you.

“What the hell was that?” He snaps.

“What was what?! I didn’t want to be down there with you two,” you scowl.

“You didn’t need to storm off like that-“ he starts but you interrupt him.

“Why is she here?” You snarl.

“Goddamn it don’t start,” he says giving you a look of warning.

“I’m so fucking tired of her Elvis. She doesn’t need to be here! Why can’t you tell her once and for all you don’t want her here!”

“I’ve told you it’s not that simple! This was a press conference, of course they would ask if I had a girl. I had to act like what I was saying wasn’t a total lie,” he tries to say calmly.

“You could’ve lied still and not had her here that’s all I’m saying!”

“What did you want me to do?! Pull you from the crowd and tell the world how I’m infatuated with a married woman! Is that what you want?” He spats.

“You’re unbelievable, I’m so fucking done,” you mutter pushing past him to get out of the bathroom. You shuffle through the drawers to get something else to wear and turn back to him, anger flowing off of him once again.

“Is anything you tell me the truth? Do you actually care about me?” You threaten.

“You’re kidding me right?” He says flatly.

“No, I have no idea what you think of me anymore. One second you’re promising me the world and treating me like you love me and the next you have another girl around your neck! The one you tell the world you might marry one day! ”

You swear his eyes are on fire the way he’s looking at you, so filled with anger at the words you’re saying to him. “God I can’t believe this has gone on so long with her! Wasting your fucking time. And you probably-,” you say briefly but stop yourself.

“No, what? Come on and say it,” he challenges, taking another step closer to you.

You take a step closer to him too, looking up at him defiantly as you were about to say the same words he told you the first time you’d seen each other after so many years.

“You probably thought of me too, all those years ago, begging for you, while you were in her, didn’t you?” You hissed. His eyes grow wide and looks at you in utter disbelief. He doesn’t make a sound and just stares craters into you.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you spat, feeling proud of yourself for jabbing him where it hurt.

You’re about to reach for the doorknob when you feel his hand pull at your hip to make you turn around and have you pressed against the door. His other hand tangled in your hair tightly, pulling your hair and making you gasp at the sudden forcefulness. You drop the extra clothes that you had in your hand and look into his fiery eyes.

“You just love to piss me off don’t you?” He hisses in your ear.

“You question my feelings for you? Do you think I fuck anyone the way I fuck you,” he snarls, nipping at your neck.

You meet his heated gaze and your heaving chests touch each other as you stay silent.

“I have no idea,” you say frustrated.

A low growl vibrates from his chest and he puts your hands above your head, holding them there while his body pins you against the door. You hold back the moan your body makes when you feel his hard length pressing into you.

You shouldn’t want him in this moment. You were so pissed off at his behavior that you shouldn’t even be in the same room as him but you couldn’t pull away. You wanted him to prove how much he wanted you. Over and over and over again.

“You’re gonna make me show you, aren’t you? Teach you how to fuckin’ behave.” He says with a roll of his hips grinding into you. You bite your lip to silence yourself and wait for him to look at you.

“I need to show you what it means to be mine hmm,” he threatens.

Your mind screams yes at him. You want his every last ounce of attention from him and make you his. You don’t care how he needed to, you wanted him to show you and live up to his words.

He lets go of your wrists and lets your arms fall to the side. You reach up to kiss him but he backs away, denying you of his touch.

“No, you don’t get to touch me.” He says hotly, unbuttoning his jacket and pulling the scarf from his neck.

“Turn around,” he commands.

You look at him wide-eyed and slowly turn to face the door. You feel him pull your hands behind your back and wrap the scarf a few times around your wrists before tying it in a knot. Your heart pounds as what’s about to happen. You have no idea what he was going to do to you but you had no control either.

You were at his mercy now.

“Go sit on the bed,” he tells you. You do as you’re told and sit on the edge of the bed, crossing your legs. He stands before you shirtless and you watch him unbutton his pants. He doesn’t go any further than that as he puts his hands on your knees and uncrosses your legs, spreading them wide. Your skirt was short so it was easy for him to see your panties. You felt that they were soaked through and hoped he wouldn’t notice the wet stain.

His finger pulls aside your panties and he makes this delicious groan as he looks at your dripping cunt. He looks up at you, sending chills down your spine.

“Who made you this fucking wet?”

“Y-you,” you say quietly.

“That’s right. No one else gets you like this. Because you are mine and can’t deny it. All fucking mine,” he growls as he pushes two of his fingers to your entrance. You gasp at the sensation and look up at him shocked.

“Jesus you’re so starved for it. So starved for my attention hmm?” He asks you confidently.

“No, I'm not,” you say defiantly.

He looks up at you unamused by your attitude and pushes both of his fingers inside of you. You let your jaw fall slack and groan out in pleasure.

“Elvis,” you cry.

“Mhmm, that’s what I thought. So damn needy for me, only me.”

His fingers pump in and out of you, leaving you more and more breathless. He curls his long fingers and makes your hips buck up, hitting the most sensitive spot inside you and leaving you wanting more. He spreads and pumps his fingers, making you more wet for him as time passes. He keeps the same motions for a long time as you feel yourself about to come unglued. Your walls flutter around him and he quickly pulls his fingers out of you.

“No please,” you gasp.

He doesn’t listen to your cry, he unzips the rest of his pants and pulls them down his narrow hips, revealing his hard cock. You shudder at the sight of him. He also looks very needy. Aching for your touch and your pleasure you were so ready to give to him.

He looks into your needy eyes and brings his two wet fingers to his mouth, closing his eyes and licking your wetness off of them. He relishes in the taste of you and you can’t tear your eyes off of this man as you feel the pulsating warmth in your core worsen. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a pop and bites his lip when he looks at you.

He looks dangerous.

Just like that animal on stage, he was about to eat you alive.

“Get on your knees, make it nice and wet before I fuck you,” he tells you.

You can’t feel your legs and feel so weak over what he wants from you. You do as you’re told though, sinking to your knees and looking up at him. He holds the base of his cock and taps it on your lips.

“Open that mouth for me,” he orders. You do as he says and your eyes roll back when you taste the salty precum dripping out of him. He pushes his length deeper inside you and grabs a fistful of your hair, making you look up at him.

“Look at me when you take my cock down your throat,” he commands, pushing more of his length inside you making you gag. He pulls out of you as you gasp for air. Your eyes water at the corners and continue to stay still, breathing heavily. You open your mouth again for him, waiting to move. He has a smirk on his face as he looks down on you.

“That’s a good girl. Sucha good girl for me.” He hums as he slides his cock back into your mouth. You let him use you any way he wants until he’s had enough, gagging and drooling over his cock.

He quickly pulls himself out of you and pulls you up by your arm.

“Turn around, bend over the bed, and be good,” he tells you. You felt your body become limp at what he wanted from you. You had never submitted yourself to a man like this, having no control over anything. Especially being restrained…

You try to beg him, “Baby please, I’ll listen-,” you try to reason but he doesn’t let you finish.

“Good, then bend over and let me show you you’re mine,” he hisses, twisting you around and pulling your body flush to his. His hard length pushed against your backside and you both groan. He licks the crook of your neck and up to your ear. You hold your breath and feel every fiber of your being on fire. He then nips your ear and makes you jump.

“Don’t make me ask again,” he warns.

You take a few steps and bend over the bed, resting your chest and cheek on the comforter. You twist your wrists a bit, seeing if you can get loose but it’s no use. The knot was secure. Your heart pounds away and you feel both of his hands tightly squeeze your hips. You feel his head push at your entrance and hear him grunt as he thrusts most of his length inside you. You groan in agony and feel the searing pleasure of your walls squeezing around him.

“Elvis, oh God,” you cry.

He pushes the rest of his cock inside you and he begins to fuck you in long, firm thrusts. You close your eyes and bite your lip, forcing every moan to stay in your throat and not come out. He is letting all of his feelings come out and is very vocal about how good he feels. You’re completely at his mercy and can’t see anything he has in store. His hips move in the best ways and your body relaxes more and more with every movement.

You try to look at him and try to turn your body slightly. He doesn’t like that and his hand is in your hair, keeping you still.

“No, stay right here and let me hear how much you love this,” he says low. His voice sends a chill down your body and makes you moan.

“Yes, baby. It’s so good,” you whine breathlessly, “Please keep moving.”

He moves faster and has you gasping for air. He loves hearing you lose control just as much as you love hearing praise from him.

He lets go of your hair and puts his hand back on your hip, giving him the most leverage. He grinds you into the base of his cock making you feel on the brink of collapse. You couldn’t last much longer at the rate he was taking you. You were already so weak watching him perform that anything was going to put you over the edge.

Your legs were weak and you could feel your walls flutter as he stuffed you to the brink. You whine for him to make you cum, desperate for your release. He doesn’t give you what you want right away. He slows down and sees how needy you are.

“Sucha needy girl. You need to cum? You need Daddy to make you cum?” His voice was low and gravelly. Your heart hammers at what just came out of his mouth. Oh God, you’ve never wanted to call another man that but from his lips?! You wanted to call him that and have him give you anything else you wanted.

“Y-yes Daddy. Please, please give it to me,” you moan. He lets out a guttural groan hearing you submit to him like this.

“That’s it baby, sucha good girl. Keep begging for Daddy, I like it,” he quips, rolling his hips slowly.

He was going to make your heart fly out of your chest. You felt your core flutter around him and barely held yourself back from finishing. You wanted to listen to him though, you knew he’d give you what you wanted if you did.

“Please, Daddy. I need you. I’m begging you to let me cum,” you say breathless.

He picks your body up from the bed so you’re standing and he has one knee on the bed, allowing him to become as deep as he could be inside you. His hips push into you and his hands slither to the front side of you, squeezing handfuls of your breasts. You feel his laborious breath along your neck and the sounds of his satisfaction in your ear. He moves one of his hands down your body to find your aching bud, desperate for touch.

“Cum for me baby. Cum for Daddy,” he groans, thrusting inside you deeper.

Your body listens to him and you come crashing down like waves on a rocky shoreline. Hard and fast. Your eyes shut and your body shudders at the pace of his hips. Your core squeezes around him and he cusses in your ear of how good you feel.

“Fuck… That’s it honey, cum for Daddy,” he grits through his teeth, fucking the daylights out of you.

You’re so overwhelmed with all of this and feel like you’ve been shot into outer space. You’ve never felt so satisfied with what he gave you. His hands slide down to your hips once more when he’s about to finish too. Every thrust became more powerful and sporadic. You couldn’t help but whine and scream his name.

“Yes, you’re mine baby. All. Fucking. Mine,” he grunts.

You groan at that statement and feel his length pulse inside of you. He doesn’t stop and keeps himself buried inside you. He was out of breath and kept his hands on your hips, tightly squeezing you. The sound of the slick between your legs was evidence of what a mess he made you. His hips slow but he doesn’t stop to give you a moment to breathe. His lips kiss the crook of your neck and make you gasp at every touch he gives you.

You feel his hands work the knotted scarf off of you and it flutters onto the bed. You bring your arms to the front of you and brace yourself on the bed, your body tired and trembling. He pulls his cock out of you and slowly turns you around. You cling to his body and see his flushed face.

His eyes are still heated yet soft when he looks at you, his chest still heaving for breath and his hair a sweaty mess once again.

“Don’t you ever think again that I would want anyone else more than I want you,” he says quietly with hurt in his voice, leaning down and kissing you.

“You drive me insane,” he grumbles into your mouth. You can’t help but smirk at him, liking how he gets so flustered with you.

“I know,” you whisper back.

He chuckles at your acknowledgment and pulls you back down on the bed, nestling himself in between your legs. You feel his cock still a bit hard resting at your entrance and he pushes it in. You writhe at the sensitivity and hold onto his back, pulling him closer. He makes a disgruntled sound too and looks at you again, soft and tenderly this time.

“You are all I need. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more, please don’t forget that,” he sighs.

“I won’t,” you quiver.

“I’ll have her leave first thing in the mornin’. You’ll never see her again,” he tells you sternly. You believe him and don’t doubt him for a second.

He continues to kiss you and cover you with his love. It felt so good and you never wanted him to stop. His hips subtly move and you gasp at the feeling.

“Now just give me a second and I’ll love you nice and slow, all night long if you want,” he murmurs in your ear. You feel like a puddle already and want him all over.

“Yes, please. Please Daddy,” you whisper and you feel his hips buck up into you. You groan loudly and claw at his back.

“Fuck I should have known that would sound so sexy coming from you,” he groans into your neck, kissing you over and over.

“I like being yours,” you tease, softly caressing his hair.

He hums softly and looks up at you with a smirk on his face, “You’re going to make me keep you pinned to this bed saying things like that aren’t you?”

“I don’t think you’d mind that,” you quip, kissing his full lips and relishing in his warmth.

“Uhuh, I don’t.”

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gingerjunhan · 1 year ago

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boyfriend headcannons - kwak jiseok

☆彡 sorry for the delay on this one! I gotta wait for the delusions to hit juuust right before I write them LMAOOO hope you enjoy! 🫶🏻

word count: 812 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: all caps used, he’s a stem major (I don’t make the rules), teasing, not proofread, lmk if I missed anything!

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IT’S JISEOK TIIIIIMMMEEE

Jiseok doesn’t strike me with the same hardcore “boyfriend agenda” and Jungsu or Seungmin do, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be a great boyfriend!!

there would literally never be a dull moment between the two of you

he’s such a good listener

much like Gunil, Jiseok looks at you like you hung the stars when you talk, and he never forgets a single detail

all of your favorite hobbies? your niche interests? he knows everything about all of them

you are both giant nerds but it’s okay!

while you might geek out over tv shows and bands, Jiseok geeks out over science

he’s such a loser (/pos) (and I love him for it)

he will never escape my stem major headcannon NEVER

but this also means that he would be a great help with homework if you’re also a science oriented person!

chemistry? he’s got you

biology? piece of cake

you know what he can’t do?

PDA

again, I’ve talked about this, but I need to elaborate more

Jiseok blushes and practically folds in on himself like a chair at the slightest mention on girls

it’s one of the things I find the most endearing about him

so imagine how he feels walking around with you

he is absolutely baffled that you chose to date him so he gets so giddy and excited when you show PDA

he literally can’t handle it because he just loves you so much and he gets so excited

he’s like a little kid in a candy store- he just can’t get enough

SPEAKING OF LITTLE KIDS

Jiseok, much like Jungsu, would be great with your siblings or cousins!

he would talk video games with the older kids

good around with the younger kids

gang up on you with your family, always taking their side instead of yours

playful feasting is definitely a love language of his!

I think Jiseok would score some mega points with the adults in your family and also with your friends!

they would all see that he’s both incredibly musically talented and book smart, plus he makes you happy so he’s literally the ideal man

the jack of all trades of boyfriends

the… boyfriend of all trades? okay moving on

your friends are JEALOUS

“Where did you find him? I need a boyfriend like that!”

TOO BAD go get your own this one is mine hee hee 🤭

such a polite man

his manners 📈📈 through the roof

his middle name is chivalry

he would be the sweetest, most loving boyfie around 🥹

if something is not to your liking he’s fixing it for you right away!

your wish is his command

okay we need to get back to the feasting real quick

he is so goofy

downright odd

but we love him

I can fully imagine him hiding behind a corner or doorway just to pop out and scare you 💀

harmless pranks all the time

prank wars are very common between the two of you

you have a lot of very strange inside jokes that other people would literally need code to decipher because they wouldn’t make any sense to anyone else

Jiseok is always down for an adventure!

the most basic tasks feel fun with him because he knows exactly how to keep a good energy flowing!

but he can be serious too, don’t get me wrong

long, serious phone calls after a bad day at work or while he’s away are very common

he’s not afraid to get emotional with you!

Jiseok gubes me the vibe that if you cry, he’s gonna cry too (same tbh)

he just cares about you so deeply and he’s never felt that way about anyone else

he shows his love and appreciation for you in any way he can, no matter how odd

he buys you things that make him think of you

he probably has your work/school schedule memorized so he knows when he needs to make dinner or pitch in around the house because you might be busy

if you use a purse I can imagine him holding it for you and calling it his “murse” LMAOO

I feel like he would give you an assigned animal too? idk just a thought

“Well if I’m a duck then you have to be a goose because of duck duck goose.”

his logic? flawless

if you don’t know how to play already, be prepared for guitar lessons

if you don’t want the lessons, at least be ready for concerts

he will make up songs (sometimes they’re good, sometimes they’re not) or learn your favorite songs and perform them for you

and you will always be there in the front row :)

god I love Jiseok

at the end of the day, your relationship is lighthearted, fun, and Jiseok feels very lucky to have you in his life 🩷

taglist: @dazzlingligth , @mini-mews , @mxlly143 , @somethingaboutcheese , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

#xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes imagine #xdh x reader #xdh imagines #xdh fluff #gaon x reader

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egirling · 4 months ago

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one direction.

i think i’m still grieving what happened; ever since liam has passed there’s not been a single day where i haven’t thought about the 5 boys that overtook my life when i was 12. i was a diehard fan, still am. if it wasn’t for them; i wouldn’t of met my closest friend. they had such an impact on my life and i genuinely cannot process what happened.

i never thought that i would be this sad at a member passing; but i also think that i never ever thought to fully understand that it’ll happen one day. i handle death well but for some reason this death has struck me.

as a 24 year old, i feel for the 12 year old girl who started liking them. who had her walls covered in posters, wrote fanfiction, ran a 1D fan page on facebook and twitter, the one who cried when zayn left and when they all unfortunately split away from the band. i remember the little girl who would get salty when people typed ‘1d’ instead of of ‘1D’, the girl who stayed up late to watch songs be released, the girl who truly thought these 5 guys were the best thing to happen to her.

i remember listening to up all night and getting sad when stole my heart came on; because i knew the album was ending. but luckily i was fortune enough to own the physical album so i could just rewind it. i did that for years since i never owned another album on cd.

i also feel for that little girl; i remember being sad when i saw people attending 1D concerts knowing i never got the opportunity to as a child. as an adult; sure but… a reunion is unspoken for currently. i get sad when i realize that i’ll never see 5/5 live, but i saw a tiktok comment saying that i at least experienced the fandom at its prime and that i lived during it, and that’s enough for me to feel a connection to them. it makes me feel better.

i know that death is natural and happens to everyone, but i was not expecting to handle the loss of someone i worshiped as a child. i know he’s just a celebrity, would never know i existed and all of that but genuinely this has struck me in a way i never expected. it’s like part of my childhood has been torn away from me; like my younger self is heartbroken by liam and what happened. (maybe this has to do with the trauma ive dealt with in my life? but that’s something i gotta discuss with my psychiatrist.)

1D and all the members will always have a spot in my heart and soul for the chapter of my life that they were in, i’m genuinely so grateful for them in multiple ways. i remember when little things came out and that was in my peak of my self harming, and hearing them sing about things i hated about myself struck me when i was younger. obviously, when i was a child it felt more personal compared to being an adult, but it still helped. i don’t think i self harmed for awhile after that song.

i love the fact that i got to experience them as a band, and the fact that im living in a life with their solo careers as well. i’m ever so proud of them and how they’ve grown.

as for liam, i do miss him as weird as it might be. i never knew him, never would but he was … almost a positive influence on me and my younger self. i didn’t have much direction growing up, but i knew listening to their songs or watching videos of them that i would feel content. an escape maybe.

i don’t know. i can’t sleep and it’s almost midnight and i needed to get this off my chest. i think i just needed to vent and say my peace and words to accept what’s happened.

this blog started as a 1D blog 💀

i know there’s millions of fans who are deeply affected by this as well, and if anyone even reads this i just want you to know your feelings and thoughts are completely valid, grief affects everyone differently. he was a huge part of life for MANY people out there. take care of yourself. listen to some songs and cry; everything will be okay.

(i don’t think i can do this 4 more times)

there’s a day i’ll be older than him and that’s weird… i don’t like that thought. it was never supposed to be that.

i would like to believe that liam is content wherever he is right now.

all the love, sarah / egirling

#sawah vent lol #one direction #zayn malik #liam payne #rip liam payne #harry styles #niall horan #louis tomlinson #tw sh implied

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pvnks0ul · 2 years ago

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Mean!riri would definitely be the type to tease you till you're a crying mess(literally)

🚥: (18+) spanking, reader crying alot, really mean!riri obvi, wo-manhandling, (cunt),first time smut writing, and some that I probably missed sawry

Mean!riri hovering over you after positioning you to lay face down propped up on your knees. rubbing over the smooth skin that was showing under your lace panties before grieving you with a loud smack on your bottom.

Pushing your head flush into the pillow if you yelped because she didn't tell you that you could make sounds and then landing another one that stung much worst than the first, on the other cheek as discipline.

all you could do was bite your lip, quickly inhaling your squeal before it'd reach her ears and try not to move so much.

She'd knead the sore skin some more before pulling the panties down just to where the round of your ass ends, her eyes instantly catching onto the sight of slick sticking to each of your inner thighs.

Riri wanted so badly to lick some of that up, she could feel her clit jump as soon as the thought had popped into her head but she resisted solely because she knows how much you'd enjoy that and she doesn't want that right now, so instead she dips a single finger between your lips just long enough to bring up some of your slick until you breathed a little too hard, coming out as a raspy whimper

She tsks and roughly pushes you so that you're completely down with your stomach to the bed before flipping you over, her pointer finger still shiny from your juices. You no longer held back your tears as you stared back up at her through your now curly lashes.

She gripped your face, puffin your cheeks out before shoving her finger in, you welcome it with a small squeak, slowly circling your tongue around the long digit, riri shifts in her boxers letting a grunt fall from her, "you're so fucking nasty, baby."

You moan and let go of her fingers with a disgustingly loud pop, a pathetic little pout settling on your lips at her slight degrading, "I'm sorry."

She could only scoff at your response because the both of you knew you were not and would definitely do it again on command.

mean!riri who leans down to finally connect her plump lips with your softer ones and moaning into the kiss when she gets a taste of you even better when it's on your own lips. Your hands make quick work of grabbing the sides of her face and the back of her head, trying to bring her in closer because you just can't get enough, she'd give you a warning to calm down and if you don't she slaps your thigh telling you to shut up when you let out a screech from the pain, before releasing your lips with a single peck and moving her calloused hands up some more.

Riri teasingly circled the outside of your lips blindsiding you when she hikes your knees up till they hit your bare chest, moving your beyond damp panties to the side, so sh could peak at your leaking cunt

rubbing her palm over your clothed mound so it would hit your clit indirectly and you couldn't get off on it, laughing tauntingly whenever you tried to grab her long fingers and slip them under the band of your underwear, not giving in at all and removing them right away.

And if you whine she'd definitely mock you, something about how if you really wanted her to take care of you then you would be begging instead of crying because, "good girls dont cry 'til they get their way, they work for it." she spat at you with venom, your very last warning to straighten up

Mean!riri who really doesn't even give a fuck if you beg cause she'll taunt you even worse for those too, "you keep saying you want me to touch you, baby but, you not saying where.." she sighs and moves your coils out of your sweaty face, finally peering down with a deeply sad facade, "I won't know if you're really committed to this if you can't do that f'me, mama." she said while shaking her head and looking away like she was willing to stop if you didn't start singing her favorite song.

mean!riri who mutters out a quiet, "fuck it" to herself when she's finally ready to give in and fulfill your wishes, her ego hiking multiple altitudes when you spread your legs without her saying so much as a word to you now, all she had to do was slide your panties all the way off, giving your ankle a little kiss before laying down on her belly and rubbing your thighs, kissing down to your open split, blowing cool air onto your puffy clit which caused you to let out a loud mewl of disapproval "fu-uck please riri" You managed to slur out.

Riri smirked up at you, "mmm...how bad do you want me, baby?" she licked her lips trappin the bottom one inside.

"I want you so so bad, ri baby please-" you sounded surprisingly more desperate than you looked- and you looked like an absolute mess, edges flying up like they were a space x project, lip liner smudged, face stained with ruined mascara from the countless tears cascading down your cheeks due to her relentless teasing, you were such a mess, but to riri you were a pretty mess.

She had you right where she wanted you.

Riri cooed at you before bringing your wet cunt closer to her by pulling the front of your legs, "Of course, mama." She practically growls.

"You know, I'mma take care of you, baby."

Running away now- biiiiiiii

#dominique thorne #riri williams x reader #ironheart x reader #ironheart #riri x you #riri williams #shuriri #riri fic #dominique thorne x reader #𝓴𝓲𝔀𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼 ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

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holylulusworld · 1 year ago

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Risk it all

Summary: Andy and you are a closed book. Right?

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of former break-up, fluff, a little angst, very implied smut

<< Trustfall

You wake in Andy’s arms, feeling warm and relaxed for the first time in weeks. He insisted on staying the night.

After you didn’t stop crying over your ruined wall paint, your breakup, and life in general, he didn’t want to leave you alone.

“Morning, peanut,” he nuzzles his face in your shoulders and runs his hand over your arm. It’s the first time you feel his hand on your skin without his wedding band. Andy told you he took it off some time ago, but you didn’t dare to look at his hand for too long. “How do you feel?”

“Better. Less…pathetic,” you sniff. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you because of the paint.”

“You’re not pathetic. Y/N, you cried because you were hurt. I hurt you, and you have all the right to be sad, mad, and angry. This is all on me for being too scared to admit I’m deeply in love with someone after I lost my family.”

“Andy,” you whisper his name. “Taking off the ring doesn’t fix things between us. I don’t know where we go from here. You hurt me and left me. Suddenly you came back and gave a house to me. I’m so confused and a little scared.”

“I’m fucking terrified, Y/N,” he’s choking the words out, afraid you don’t believe him. “I don’t want to lose you. All this time without you was hell. I drank too much, didn’t eat and I fucked a case up too.”

“What are we doing here, Andy?” You turn around to look at Andy. He has tears in his eyes when you stroke his bearded cheek. “Andy.” He closes his eyes, afraid to wake from a dream when you press a soft kiss on his lips. “I don’t know what to do.”

He sniffs. “Honestly, it’s the first time I don’t know what to do myself, Y/N. All I know is that I don’t want to live another day without you in my life.”

You run your hand over his cheek, his neck, and down to his arm to grab his hand. Squeezing his hand tightly you sigh. “We are both clueless then.”

He chuckles. “Do you still hate the neon pink kitchen?”

You scrunch up your nose. “It looks ridiculous, not cute as I believed it would. I wanted it to look like the kitchen I saw on a blog. The owner painted the kitchen pink and had cute pink kitchenware.”

“Hmm…I’m not a big fan of pink,” he grins when you give him a stern look. “What? I think every couple therapist tells you the first thing you need to do is be honest with your partner.”

“I hate the house,” you bite your lower lip. “I know you meant well, but the kitchen is a mess, the windows are leaky, and we don’t want to talk about the front yard.”

He laughs at your attitude. “Seriously? You said you love the house.”

“That was before I realized that I’ll be the only person who will fix things in this house will be me. I don’t have a guy around who can lift heavy things and repair the broken window in the bathroom.”

“Peanut, I’m the worst craftsman you can imagine. I won’t be able to repair things,” he grins when you give him a stern look. “I’m good at other things.”

“What other things do you mean, Mr. Barber?” You poke his chest with your index finger. “So far you only showed me that you kiss a girl’s lips instead of her burned finger.”

“I can take very good care of my girl if she lets me,” he presses a kiss on your forehead. “I promise to be less overbearing, peanut.”

“Stop calling me peanut,” you pout. “I’m not that small.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

He chuckles. “I’ve missed this.”

“Me too,” you chuckle. “How about we sleep in today?” You run your hand over his chest. “I’d love to stay in bed for a little longer…”

“I…we should talk. What happened this morning was—” You stop pacing the room to look at Andy. “Sex was a bad idea. I mean…the sex was great, but it doesn’t solve any problem we have.”

“Come here,” Andy holds out his hands to help you sit in his lap. “Relax, you are working yourself up again.”

“Maybe you should’ve bought the house you liked.” You whisper. “You can still sell this house and hopefully get your money back. I’ll stay at my apartment.”

“No.”

“Andy,” you sigh deeply. “I shouldn’t have accepted the house in the first place.”

“What if,” he runs his hand over your back as you get comfortable in his lap, “we sell my apartment and your house. We could buy a new home we both like. A fresh start with a new place to live in for the both of us.”

“A fresh start,” you repeat. “I spared money too, Andy. If we want to buy a house, I want to pay my part.”

“How about you spare your money for the naughty things we want to buy,” he smirks cockily. “Like a sex dungeon.”

“Andy,” you slap his shoulder. “That’s not funny!”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” He quirks a brow and grins. “I’m going to chain you up in the sex dungeon and tease you until you cum all over my face.”

You squirm in his lap. “Sex won’t solve anything, Andy. We need to…” You sigh again. “You know what I mean.”

“I know, Y/N.” He wraps his arms around you. “If want this relationship to work out, we need to talk about a lot of things. I’m willing to try. Maybe we can see a therapist too.”

“I’m willing to try too…”

You will work on your relationship, and even see a therapist over the next months.

Andy and you decided to wait a little longer before you buy another house. But you moved in with him.

#andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x y/n #Risk it all

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babygirl-riley · 2 years ago

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Hardcore Bangers*

You have been best friends with Simon Riley for years now. You didn’t know that he was singing up for the military. Once he tells you both you listen to both of yours favorite band, leading into some tension you both needed solve.

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Male Reader

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, blow jobs, hand jobs, smoking, and non established relationship

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Both you and Simon had been friends for quite some time. Ever since the 6th grade, you both were now in your last year of high school. You have seen all sorts of colors of Simon, from his laughter of the stupid shit you two would do, to him crying from what his father had done to him. You hated his father, you told him when you held him that both Simon and you would leave this place. He would just nod and not say anything.

Today was on of those days that he came over throwing his bag across your room. He rarely cried at this point, just was angry all the time. Which to be fair you would be too, he tells you all the time that he was jealous about your family, how they were so happy.

“Ya know we could just leave.” He said as you both listened to the Metallica song playing in the background.

You scoffed as you drew on your paper pad. “Leave? To where Simon?”

Simon strolled to you plopping himself on the bed. “Anywhere y/n, anywhere but here.”

Simon was a big dude for the grade that you all were in. He started to hit the gym the older he got. Getting himself big and hell considered playing for the local football team. So watching your bed mold with him as he laid down wasn’t a surprise however, the way your bed squeaked made you feel odd.

Lately your feelings towards Simon was developing into something bigger, not just friends but something else. Which scared you cause at this time, gay wasn’t really the trend. You didn’t know how Simon would feel about you liking him that way let alone any other man. So every time you felt something come up you pushed it down, usually hide it well.

Simon looked over at you as your face went bright red. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just don’t think it would be smart, I mean what about school?” You stated trying to move pass it.

Simon scoffed looking away up to the ceiling. “You care too much about school,” He paused. “We can go after, once we throw our dumb caps up we can head away.”

“What about your mom or brother.” You said trying to think logical of the situation.

Simon paused thinking, you could tell at least. “They can stay with pops.”

You went quiet knowing that the night before Simon was beaten, you could tell by the fresh new bruise on his face. Simon told you it was just him rough housing with Tommy but you knew better. “Why me?” You asked not thinking about the question.

It didn’t come out rude, no more of finding the answer. Simon sat up and looked at you. You stopped doodling and looked back at him. You both sat there just staring at each other, you tried to look through his eyes to see what he was thinking. “Why does it matter?” He asked almost whispering.

You glared for a moment before chuckling. “I mean you could ask the girl you’ve been walking around with at school.” That came out harsh.

Simon rolled his eyes. “Beatrice,” He stood up at that point. “That’s nothing, plus you’re my mate, so I rather take you.”

That was a couple months ago, now both of you and Simon were listening to your favorite band. While the song changes he cleared his throat and turned it down. “Hey,” You turned to him from your desk having your attention. “I have to say somethin’.”

You turned your chair fully towards him. “Yeah?”

Simon sat there on your bed for a moment looking at you. He looked like he would have dropped dead or wanted to. Simon’s leg bounced before he inhaled deeply. “I signed up for the military,” It went deadly quiet. Military? You blinked blankly at him. He sighed before standing. “I don’t want to be here anymore. The best thing is to go and fight ya?”

“And get yourself killed?” You snapped turning the chair away from him. “Sounds suicidal.”

Simon scoffed. “Come on y/n,” You heard his eyes roll. “It’s basically suicide staying here.”

You knew deep down he was right but fuck it made you so angry. You would have left with him, just school, your family. “I would have left with you.�� You mumbled.

Simon sighed again, you heard his steps come behind you before turning you to him. “I’m sorry mate, I knew you would have but it’s a now solution.”

You sat there and thought for a moment before frowning. “When do you deploy?”

Simon frowned and looked away. “A week after graduation.”

You sighed before nodding. “Alright we have to make these last weeks worth it then.”

Simon nodded before laying on the bed. You turned the music up as you both jammed out to the song. It was both your favorites. One that you always played after school, during, before.

You don’t remember how you joined Simon on the bed. You felt his eyes on you, it was like a sixth sense feeling his stare. You looked over for him to be staring. “What?” You whispered.

Simon shook his head adjusting himself before moving to lean on his side. His arm supporting his head. “I wanna try somethin,” He began. “And when this happens I don’t want any thin’ to change yeah?”

You have him a confused look, he had a solid scare in his eyes. You just couldn’t pin point on what. “Okay?” You said doing the same motion.

He swallowed before nodding, his other hand grabbed your chin, with his index finger and thumb. Your eyes widened as he leaned in closer. You didn’t move, you couldn’t, all these years you dreamt of this. It was frown upon during this time, so you didn’t act on anything but here you are. About to kiss your best friend.

When he was inches from your lips, you could feel his breath hitting your lips. “I can stop.” He whispered as he looked at your eyes.

You didn’t say anything but crashed your lips to his. Simon was taken a back before he moved his lips with yours. You hummed into his mouth as both of your hands roamed each other, the music drowning the noise as your lips made noise. Simon pushed you down more into the bed as he straddled your hips, lips not leaving yours. You followed his actions playing with the hem of his shirt.

Simon groaned as he grind down into your pelvis. You felt his cock half hard and you knew damn well he felt yours. He moaned and stopped kissing you. “I-We can stop.”

You shook your head as you lifted your hips grinding back on him. His eyes rolled back and dropped his head. “I have been waiting for this Si.”

And just like that his lips went to your neck. It was like rabid teenagers (which you were.), you both ripped each others clothes off as he reached down to your cock, playing with the tip first. You moaned leaning in more, more friction.

“Needy aren’t ya,” Simon whispered his voice dropping another octave. “Didn’t know that you would be a needy one y/n.”

You glared up at his brown eyes, full of lust. You smirked. “Oh shut it,” He gripped harder and you sighed. “Please Simon do something.” You begged. BEGGED. You didn’t expect the whine that came out.

Simon chuckled. “Alright.” He kissed down your neck then your chest bitting and nipping as he went down. He licked your abdomen, staring right into your eyes. Your heart jumped more and more as he got closer and closer. Once his mouth was near your cock you held your breath. Are you both really doing this? This has to be a dream? This-

All the thoughts left as his mouth engulfed the tip of your cock, you sighed out as you watched him play with it with his tongue. You reached down to his blonde locks and rocked a small bit. “Fuck Simon.” You whispered as he hallowed his cheeks sucking more and more of you.

You never thought you would see Simon like this. Mouth full of your cock as his head bobbed up and down in a slow AGONIZING rhythm. It made you want to fuck his face, make more of a faster pace. His tongue flattened as he went up one last time before the rhythm changed. He light grabbed your balls as he set the pace.

You gasped your back arching. “Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes!” You said loudly bucking your hips up. His large arm snacked around your hips and he snapped you back down.

The noises were god amazing, anything you could have imagined. The ‘O’ that was made, you saw his silva and your cum mixed and it shot some fire twist that built in your stomach. You started panting hard as he moaned watching you squirm beneath him. “I’m gonna—.” You didn’t have to finished the sentence as he stopped shoving your cock down his throat. You dick twitch and your whole body felt tingly as your spurts of cum went down his throat.

You heard him growl. Growl with approval. Your body started to relax as you stared up at the ceiling. You felt him give one more suck, having you close your eyes and hiss. You felt him kiss up to you, you stared at him smiling. He smiled back kissing you. You tasted yourself on his lips.

You broke the kiss. “Mine turn.”

He froze before red plastered his face. “Uh,” You looked down and smiled. He came all over your bed. “I was rutting against you bed. Once you came I couldn’t hold back.”

You laughed as you kissed him. “There will always be next time. Right?”

Simon smirked kissing your cheek. “Well I don’t get deployed for a moment. So I think we have plenty of time. Got plenty of room to see how fast you can make me cum.”

Your face blushed and you rolled your eyes. “It’s on.”

Of course both of you would sometimes time each other to see how fast the both of you would cum faster. It was the best memories from high school that you would never forget. You may have never saw him again, even after he came back. However you’ll never forget your first time with Simon Riley.

#Spotify #simon ghost riley #call of duty modern warfare #simon riley #simon ‘ghost’ riley #cod mw22 #call of duty mw2 #ghost #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley m!reader

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 1 year ago

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high infidelity | three

Just between us, did the love affair maim you too? *Noah’s POV* I woke up violently hungover from the night before. My mouth was so dry and the room was spinning. I grabbed a bottle of water before heading to bathroom to shower and throw up whatever else was still in my stomach. I got into the shower and immediately closed my eyes. The hot water started to make me feel more human as I tried to piece together what happened last night. Her.

Now that I was sober a part of me wished I gave her more time to explain herself. I tend to run when there’s any kind of complications, especially when it comes to relationships. Someone I thought I was going to marry really broke my trust when it came to love so I wanted no part in it. This band was my number one priority and I didn’t want anything to jeopardize it. The water started to get cold and that was my signal to get out. I brushed my teeth, changed into a pair of black joggers and a Demon Slayer hoodie. “You alright man?” My bandmate Folio said as I came out of the bathroom. I guess there was no hiding how bummed out I looked. “I don’t know. I think I might’ve fucked up with the girl I was with last night.” He looked up from his phone and turned his full attention to me, “What was her name again? Ellie?” “Elliot” I corrected him for some reason. “After we left the brewery, she told me she was getting divorced.” “Did she tell you why?” I sighed deeply as I threw the rest of my shit into my suitcase, “No. I just walked away from her.” “Seriously dude?” He sounded disappointed but not surprised that I pulled this shit again. “You need to talk to her before we leave, which is in two hours.” “I never got her number … I don’t even know her last name.” Folio sighed as he got out of bed to head to the bathroom. “Look lets just go get some pancakes and figure this out. We’re not leaving until you get in contact with her.” I smirked, “You just said we had two hours.” “We can stretch it a little. Matt won’t care, right?”

That was the one thing I loved about Folio, he always made sure the people around him were happy. I finished packing and went outside towards our tour bus, the fresh air felt amazing as I waited for Matt to come and unlock the bus. From the corner of my eye I could see a poster from our show last night on a boarded up wall. I pulled out my phone and took a photo of it as a reminder of Elliot…

I fucking missed her. Thirty minutes later we were all piled up in a booth at Denny’s as we waited for our breakfast. One thing I hated about my hangovers is that I was constantly hungry. I ordered myself a large plate of pancakes, hash browns and bacon. Most of the guys were quiet as we were all feeling the same after last night, but they did however talk about how they stayed up til 4am with Elliots friends which stung to hear.

“So Noah, what happened with you and Elliot?” Jolly asked me as the conversation died. “She uhh…she was tired so she went home.” I lied as I took a huge swig of my orange juice. I swiftly looked up at the table and saw everyone looking at me, like they knew the truth. “Ok fine. I might’ve fucked up last night.” “What the fuck did you do?” Bryan said with a raised eyebrow. “She told me she was married …” I crossed my arms and felt my throat tightening up. No way in hell was I gonna start crying this early in the morning. “She was married.” Folio chimed in, emphasizing the was part. “She’s getting divorced. I never let her tell me why. I just panicked and left.” The whole table sighed in disappointment. Nick even threw a hash brown at me in frustration. I put my hood up to avoid the chorus of eye rolls I was about to get thrown at me. “Noah…You gotta talk to her.” Bryan said finally breaking silence. “Look, I have Danielles number. I can ask her if you can have Elliots and you can figure this whole thing out.” “I don’t know if she wants to hear from me.” I muttered as I pushed my food away from me. “Don’t you think it’s worth the risk? I’ve never seen you so hung up on a girl since Sabrina.” I chewed my lip in frustration cause I knew he was right. Maybe I can talk to her or come back up and see her. All I know is that I wanted to hear her voice again, even if it was for the last time. *Elliots POV* I woke up feeling better than I expected, well, hangover-wise I felt okay. It was Tyler’s turn to take Liam to daycare so I laid in bed as last night flashed through my mind like a highlight reel. The silence was deafening and my heart felt heavy as the sobs started up again. I missed Noah so much and all I wanted to do was find him and talk to him. My sobs wouldn’t stop as I remembered how his face fell as I told him I was getting divorced. Noah deserved to know the truth and I don’t blame him for how he reacted at all…I just wish he gave me a chance to explain myself. My phone buzzed as I walked into my bathroom, it was Danielle. “So what happened last night?” “Nothing…I told Noah I was getting divorced and he freaked out.” I put my phone away and tried to pull myself together. I got into the shower and I could still smell Noah on my skin and I began to cry gently into my hands. I stayed like that until the water started to run cold. I let out a huge sigh as I quickly washed my hair and body before getting out. A few more tears fell from my eyes as I attempted to do my make up and get dressed. I settled on a pair of light wash Levi’s, checkered Vans, a black t-shirt with some gold jewelry before heading out the door. My lawyer Anita, who was Danielles mom, greeted me with a huge hug when I got to her office. She explained the process to me and how it could take a while, maybe a year for it to officially settle. With the pandemic delaying a ton of court dates, most divorce hearings got put at the bottom of the list. She had already set someone up from her team to serve Tyler the papers sometime tomorrow while he’s at work. After that, we’d get a court date to figure everything out because I refused to talk to him about this alone. I said my goodbyes and walked out of her office feeling light as a feather knowing things were going to change. I pulled out my phone to text Danielle but I had a text from an unknown number that stopped me dead in my tracks. “Hey… its Noah.”

#noah sebastian #bad omens #fanfic

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daphdarling · 4 months ago

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Hi! I was wondering if I could get a mha (male character) matchup? Maybe someone from Class 1A? ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Personality: I like to think that, under my introvert exterior, I’m a sweet person with a good sense of humor. Although I’m incredibly shy at first, once I’m able to open up, I tend to be very goofy and chatty. I’ve had a few people say they’re surprised by how “consistently clever and funny” I am. I have trouble making friends and, therefore, don’t have many, but I’m fiercely loyal and deeply cherish the friends I am able to make. I’ve also been told that I’m very “wise/ mature” and my friends often come to me for advice or to have meaningful conversations. This is partly why I’m horrible at small/surface level talk lol. I’m also a big people pleaser and that can sometimes affect relationships. I’m a homebody, but I do enjoy going out if I’m with the right people or on a personal mission. Though I prefer the term passionate, I tend to be hyper fixative. It doesn’t take much for me to get locked onto an idea or activity. Because of this, others sometimes consider my interests to be a bit intense. I would say that I’m a pretty sensitive/emotional person as well. I certainly have no trouble crying over silly things and find myself overthinking often. I consider this to be both a strength and weakness lol. Though I’ve been dealt some nasty cards in life, I like to think that I’ve got a good head on my shoulders and a positive outlook on things!

Interests: I’m a huge girly girl. I love all things pink and cute. My fashion sense is probs best described as “coquette” and “kawaii.” I guess you could say that I’ve made the color pink my whole personality lol. I’m also very hygiene oriented so I really value things like skincare and makeup. Some say I’m a hoarder, I say I’m a dragon collecting treasure. I collect all kinds of things: trinkets, Sonny Angels, physical media, photocards, etc. I’m very OCD about my material possessions though. Everything has a specific place in my room and I make sure things stay very clean. Obviously I’m an anime enjoyer. I’ve been watching anime for around a decade now. Not only that, but I’m also a big k-pop fan and keep up with a couple groups. I’m just a big music listener in general and have quite a few bands/artists that are very important to me. I’m also a Studio Ghibli fan and tend to enjoy most Japanese media. I consider myself to be a big animal lover. I actually have a rabbit! He’s my pride and joy. But, otherwise, I’m a huge marine life nerd. Though I’m a bit scared of the ocean, I’m fascinated by the creatures in it. Some other franchises I’m interested in are Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Sanrio (My Melody is my favorite).

Hobbies: I love to read and write, but I’m also incredibly crafty. I enjoy spending my time cross-stitching, drawing, and picking up new skills. I’m just a pretty creative person overall. I also greatly enjoy shopping. I’m not a huge spender, but I love walking around my favorite shops and occasionally picking out something I like. I’m good at cleaning, cooking, and baking (certified housewife over here lol). I don’t know if this can be considered a hobby but I’m a big daydreamer. I love to come up with new ideas and watch them take shape in my mind. I’m careful not to lose track of reality though.

Type: I guess you could say that I prefer traditionally masculine men that can take on a guiding and protective role. I suppose you could call the type of men I lean towards more “dominant.” Ultimately, I enjoy people that are a contrast to me, but compliment me. I just want to be babied and doted on lol.

Thanks for doing this! I’m sorry it got so long… did I mention that I’m an over-sharer? But seriously, thanks so much! ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ♡‧₊˚

YOUR MATCHUP IS…

KATSUKI BAKUGOU!!!

Personality Match:

Bakugo is known for his fiery and explosive personality, often coming off as abrasive. However, beneath that tough exterior, he’s fiercely loyal and deeply cares for his friends. Your sensitivity and emotional depth could balance well with his intensity. He might initially challenge you, but your cleverness and humor could draw out his softer side over time.

Romantic Connection:

While Bakugo can be brash, he also appreciates genuine connections. Your sweet and goofy nature would likely surprise him and draw him in, allowing for a unique dynamic where you both grow together. He may not express his feelings openly, but his protective nature would resonate with your desire for someone who can take on a guiding role.

Hobbies and Activities:

You both have creative interests, albeit in different ways. While you enjoy crafting and daydreaming, Bakugo channels his creativity into training and honing his Quirk. Engaging in activities like cooking together or even cross-stitching with some playful banter could be fun, as long as it’s a shared experience. You could also share your interests in anime and music, allowing him to slowly open up about his own passions.

Looks and Vibes:

Bakugo’s rugged and fiery appearance contrasts nicely with your coquette and kawaii style. Your vibrant pinks and cute aesthetic could complement his intense persona, creating a visually striking pair. There’s something intriguing about the juxtaposition, with his explosive energy balancing your gentle charm.

Final Thoughts:

This matchup has the potential for a deep and meaningful relationship. Your emotional maturity and ability to have profound conversations could provide a safe space for Bakugo to express himself. While there might be challenges due to your contrasting personalities, your loyalty and his protective instincts would form a strong bond. Embracing each other’s differences could lead to a beautifully dynamic connection.

#daph’s delights #izuku midoriya #my hero acedamia #bakugou katsuki #bnha matchups #bnha x reader #mha matchup #mha x reader #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha dabi #bnha girls #bakudeku #katsuki bakugo x reader

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tyedyeinherveins · 6 months ago

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My thoughts on the new Linkin Park...which are JUST MY OPINIONS.

As a teen I remember my first favorite BAND(I was a pop girl before this) being Linkin Park, I had their posters on my wall, I had shirts and bought all the magazines they were featured in. I had all the albums and in my depressed moments(which were a lot at times) I replayed "My December" and "Somewhere I Belong" probably a bazillion times. I was a mega fan for years and their lyrics helped me endure tough times.

Eventually as time went on I discovered Good Charlotte and thus began my emo phase and I listened to LP less and less but the love never died.

Fast forward to the day I heard the news...I remember exactly where I was.

My Mom,Daughter and myself were at the doctors office with my Grandpa who was starting to have health issues(he was in his 90s) My daughter and i were in the waiting room while they went in with the doctor.

I got a text, I cant remember from who(maybe my ex?) I'm not sure,but the text read " did you hear about Chester?" At this point I hadn't but as soon as I go onto FB im bombarded with posts like Rip Chester Bennington & Linkin Park front man dead from suicide. I audibly gasp which makes a few heads turn in the waiting room. I can feel the tears burning my eyes but I can't cry around all these people so I held it in But to say my heart was broken was an understatement. The rest of the day I felt numb.

Someone who helped so many of us with our demons couldn't outrun his own in the end. Utterly tragic and such a horrible loss for the music world. And I still feel this way and still struggle deeply myself with depression and my own mind. Sometimes I picture Chester in those final moments because sometimes I feel so low that I wonder what it would be like in those moments but I have kids I have to care for and if I'm gone there is no one else here responsible enough to take care of them. So I live for them, even when I wish so badly that I wouldn't wake up some days. (The song Heavy could could been legit been written about me) I wish Chester could have found some peace in his life, I truly hope he has it now.

I still mourn his death,I probably will forever. Will there be a day I can watch his last performance(I also have thoughts on this, the look in his eyes) and not cry? Doubtful.

Fast forward to last week when LP announced a new lead singer.

*I audibly sigh* I have such mixed emotions I don't know where to begin.

Even before they announced I always said I wish they could do what the band Apocalyptica does and just have guest singers on new tracks OR have Mike be the new main vocalist. I still stand by this.

I have absolutely nothing against Emily because frankly I know nothing about her. Her voice is fine and I may even check out HER band in the future but why does this feel like a punch in the gut?!

I never got to see LP live and if I remember correctly they were touring or getting ready to with MGK before Chester died. I remember saying I wanted to get tickets if they were near me...unfortunately that never happened. I see that LP plans a tour soon with Emily, and I don't think I could bring myself to go. If it were just the original guys i would absolutely, it's just not the same not to mention we are down 2 original members as well?! No I don't think my heart could handle finally seeing them live but like this. I'll pass.

Why not just start a new band with a new name at this point? I'd support that. Don't sing old LP songs with Emily.

Recently I saw Chester's son had lots to say about it(nothing good) while I understand I don't think I agree with it to the extreme he does but then again Chester wasn't my dad so maybe he knows more than we do? I don't know.

I don't doubt Mike and the guys love and miss Chester too but there's no LP without Chester in my opinion. I don't even doubt that Chester would give this his blessing but I'm sorry I can't get behind it.

Also,tell me what band that replaced their lead singer has ever done well after doing so? I can't think of any.

Anyways....big sigh. I wanted to get my thoughts out there.

I do plan at some point to get a tattoo of Chester,once I find the right photograph and a artist that will do it justice.

Gonna go listen to some old LP now.

Much love.

National Hotlines

* 988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline: Call or text 988

* Crisis Text Line: Text HOME to 741741

* Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA): 1-800-662-HELP (4357)

Online Resources

* National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI): https://www.nami.org/

* The Jed Foundation: https://jedfoundation.org/

* MentalHealth.gov: https://youth.gov/federal-links/mentalhealthgov

#linkin park #chester bennington #mental health #music #tyedyeinherveins

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iheartsunset · 2 years ago

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I fully accept all your headcanons as canon in the PLCU, Papa Louie Cinematic Universe, a universe more expanded, fleshed out and with more likable characters then the Marvel Cinematic Universe, so, may I ask if you have any Carlo Romano and/or Chuck headcanoms? I'd love to hear them!

(AAAA I’m so sorry for taking so long on this ask! I’ve had a busy month at school and a lot of stuff to finalize for my college admissions. But thank you so much, especially for saying how much you love my HCs. Im always happy to do them, so ask away!)

Papa Louie Carlo Romano HCs

-Carlo Romano is a 21 year old musician and Scooperia worker who lives in a Portallini Mediterranean-style villa with his sister, cousin, father, aunt, and stepmother. He’s the mandolin playing heartthrob of The Romano Family Quartet as well as a popular music teacher in spite of his young age. While the family band, Scooperia, and teaching gigs keep him busy, he’s also studying to become a composer. When he’s not playing or working, he can be seen on fun dates with Koilee or giving advice to other workers.

-Handsome, charming, and crafty, Carlo Romano has made quite a reputation for himself as a womanizer. His knowledge of romance stems from his mother’s old love songs, romance novels, and romcoms, and he uses what he’s learned in order to woo different girls, only to break their hearts once he realizes that he doesn’t feel the same way for them. He’s fascinated with the concept of finding “the one” and is looking for someone who makes his heart flutter the way can he can so easily do to others. Carlo is also a reliable and understanding teacher who knows how to make learning instruments fun. He takes inspiration from the beautiful surroundings for his music, and can often be found using nearby objects to craft a tune that he’ll alter write down in his notebook. He also cares deeply for his family and misses his late mother, uncle, and grandparents greatly. Willow jokingly calls him a Wattpad love interest because, well, just look at him. I’d say he’s a himbo, but he’s actually very aware and very intelligent.

-He and Koilee, despite him being kind of a dick and her not liking him because Olivia didn’t like him, have become a very cute couple. In spite of them both having insecurities and issues interacting with others properly, they’ve found an understanding in their circumstances and fell in love. They don’t have too many shared interests outside of romantic broadway shows and instruments, but they like to introduce their hobbies to each other on dates. Their families love each other, but Olivia has told Carlo that if he breaks Koilee’s heart, she will replace his mandolin strings with spaghetti noodles.

-Carlo can play a multitude of instruments, all of which he learned from his parents, grandparents, and aunt and uncle. They include the mandolin, acoustic and electric guitar, flute, trumpet, cello, and the piano. Koilee has taught him how to play the biwa and Olga has gotten him interested in the balalaika. He and Scarlett give all sorts of music lessons with their wide range of instruments, with Marty being a their favorite student (Clover smashed a drum over Carlo’s head and Rudy won’t stop speed playing while chanting “gotta go fast”).

-He is a theater kid. As a theatre kid, I mean that in a bad way. He’s always the lead, but he’s pretty bossy and standoffish. However, if anyone else insults the techies or the rest of the cast, he will ruin their social life because he might be a menace, but he’s not a monster. He’s a badass when it comes to Shakespeare and classic musicals.

-Carlo once wrote a satirical YA romance novel that was the most cheesy, trope-y, and deluded thing he’d ever read. He meant for it to be a joke, but his family loved it and insisted he publish it, to which it became a massive hit. Do not talk to him about it, he will just cry.

-He owns a black and red striped Fiat with gold rims and a Calypso Island lei hanging from the rear view mirror, making him one of the few characters to own a car. The others are Rita, Rollie, Connor, Prudence, Roy, Willow (at least she used to), and James (also used to).

-He has gotten into two fist fights with Pinch Hitwell in the Scooperia and the Hotdoggeria in a battle for who got to keep their shared hairstyle. The winner, both times, was Hank, who is now very sick of having to settle their constant disputes and threatening to arrest them.

-He and Koilee believed that their first meeting was when they were both stranded in Oniontown and swindled by Guy Mortadello. However, they had actually met a few times beforehand. The first was when they were kids, only a month after Carlo lost his mother. While visiting Sakura Bay for a gig, his family went to the aquarium, where he wandered off and stared at the huge koi fish tank, reminiscing about his mother. A young Koilee sat beside him and while he was cold at first, they eventually bonded since she had also recently lost her parents. He left soon after, and they didn’t retinitis until much later. Koilee has also shown up on his few solo trips to Sakura Bay in order to point him in the right directions.

-Being one of Marty’s best friends, he’s made an appearance in many Scarlett and the Shakers fan fictions as a classic best friend character. This has fueled the fire in Carlo Romano x readers, where the inaccurate characterizations make him want to actively walk into the woods and live as a hermit for the rest of his life. In one particularly horrifying case, he was in a DJ Honey Buster x Carlo Romano E rated fanfic on AO3. Neither Hugo, Kayla, Koilee, nor Carlo have read it, but Willow just happened to stumble upon one late night. She is now not the same person she used to be.

-His friends include Hugo, Scarlett and the Shakers, Janana, Nevada, James, Chuck, Cooper, and Prudence. He’s tried to make some friends in fellow celebrities, Whippa and Mousse, but they’re creepy as hell and most certainly have ties to the mafia. He and his friends mostly listen to music together, cook, watch movies, and go on gondola trips. They always go to him for help with romantic gestures and for relationship advice, to varying success.

-He hates coffee because of its bitter taste. Also because last time he drank a few too many cups and was found crying hysterically while stuck to the ceiling with his claws by Olga. The living room was organized entirely by color and the dishes by alphabetical order.

-He may argue with his family a lot, but he would do absolutely anything for them. He’s protective of Gino and Bruna, often accompanying them on their errands to make sure they’re safe. Carlo was definitely a mama’s boy, and he was absolutely devastated when she died. He and his father have kind of been distant since his mother’s death, but he’s always called on to help Eduardo fix things around the house or write music. He also took an immediate liking to Olga, and he can be seen helping her cook foods to visit his aunt with. His family loves him, too, but they always chew him out for his many failed dates.

-He’s the guy who takes out his guitar or Mandolin at the party and starts singing. Don’t be that guy.

-Carlo Romano is on the S tier of my Papa Louie sexyman tier list for a good reason. I love this guy so much!

Papa Louie Chuck HCs

-Chuck Ferrara is a 19 year old editorial model and Wingeria worker who lives in a Tastyville apartment with his best friend and foster brother, Taylor. Prior to him being hired at the Wingeria, he took many odd jobs to support himself and had even considered becoming a firefighter. Now that his new job provides plenty of pay, tips, and days off, Chuck has decided to focus all of his energy into becoming a famous supermodel.

-Chuck is an a-hole, and I mean that wholeheartedly. Not in a himbo, jock kind of way, I mean he is a terrible guy on purpose. He likes to make his order complicated and complains about the tiniest things to the workers just to piss them off. He has bad manners, a terrible attitude, stupid ideas, and an ego. He does have moments where he can be kind of nice, but he’s only completely nice to Taylor, Utah, and his late mother. While he might be classified as a male Karen, he has been known to protect poor, defenseless workers from other Karens. Emery has almost the same personality as him, which has terrified him to the point of changing some of his ways so as not to traumatize Utah even further.

-He first met Utah at Calypso Island during a shared modeling gig, and when she mentioned that she also did tours, he found every excuse to drag Taylor to “see all the great sights of Calypso Island.” Taylor, knowing damn well that Chuck slept through every history lesson and was terrible at hiding his staring at Utah through his sunglasses, told him to man up and ask her out. He finally asked her out by intimidating politely asking Robby to help him make a pineapple edible arrangement with a card to ask her out. When that got lost in the mail after Vincent got caught up in bad weather, he threatened convinced Carlo Romano to help woo her with a song, he got a mandolin to the head instead. When he had just about enough and demanded requested Captain Cori to fly a sign on her ferry asking for Utah to go out with him, she straight up told him to man up and ask her. Utah, throughout this entire ordeal, made a list of his failures to tease him with later.

-Chuck, Taylor, and Tohru are all battling to have the highest scores on all of the arcade machines in Papa’s restaurants. So far, Tohru is winning, but the last game has a nearly unbeatable high score from Radlynn. She covers her eyes. She can’t see. How is this possible.

-Read my “How Nevada met Chuck and automatically hated him” post in order to understand his relationship with the rest of the Calypso Fam, but he’s kinda been accepted as one of their own. Alberto, Kahuna, and Gremmie invite him to guys’ nights and outings, where they always have a good time pulling pranks, watching sports channels, and eating great foods. Nevada, while she did attempt to murder him within 20 seconds of meeting him, does respect him as Utah’s boyfriend and entrusts her to his care. While the others only tolerate Okalani and Gremmie’s dad, he likes to sit in the passenger seat of their cars while they complain to him.

-Not only is Chuck an enabler for all of Taylor’s stupid shenanigans, buts I very likely that he either planned said shenanigans or caused them somehow. Take, for example, the time he made Taylor and his friends stop their sleepover and drove them in a van to a rival wing store whose wing statue he wanted to steal. Even though he was the only one who could drive, he insisted on going in himself while Taylor kept watch and Willow and Koilee stayed in the van to help him make a getaway. That quickly went awry when he broke his hand getting the statue and everybody else in the car either had no license nor any knowledge of cars (Koilee), had a suspended license and trauma associated with driving (Willow), or was crying too hard to even function (Taylor). So it resulted in Mandi having to drive them back home with her mom van while narrowly avoiding capture from Hank. And that’s just in tier 1 of the “Chuck is a dumbass” iceberg.

-He totally listens to either boy bands or surfer music. Psychedelic rock and EDM music have a special place in his playlist. He’s also saving up to buy a white Jeep with a soft top and the doors taken off so that he could blast his music all he wants.

-He has totally either burn food on purpose or spit in someone’s food. He does not care. He has no customer service skills. He’s made multiple customers curse at him or cry. That’s why Mandi makes him be the cook.

-Chuck’s mother passed away when he and Taylor were 17. She passed away in the middle of a heart surgery. Chuck, who had been slightly nicer before, almost completely shut down afterwards and began growing more hateful towards the world around him. Luckily, he still has Taylor to help look out for him.

-He can be seen hanging out with Taylor and his friends or with Utah and her friends, mostly because he’s just tagging along. He has made a few good confidants in James, Penny, Scooter, Willow, Alberto, Gremmie, Carlo Romano, and Rudy. He shot Allan with a pineapple gun once, and now Allan thinks they’re buddies.

-Chuck’s room is covered in posters, cardboard cutouts, pillows, and other merchandise of Guy Fieri. Taylor is very concerned by this, but he’s too scared to do anything about it.

-He was a good contender for Rizzo in Allan’s Grease revival, but his modeling schedule made it difficult to attend rehearsals. Once the Wingeria started providing a more stable income, Chuck was able to book a supporting role as Quince Tamarind, a movie star that Mango meets in act one of Allan’s original play, “Mango Morris’ Bike Ride”.

-I absolutely adore Chuck. He is such an icon and I love him.

#papa louie #flipline studios #flipline #my hcs #papa louie Chuck #carlo romano #chuck and taylor are bros #Chuck is a menace and he is not welcome in Denny’s #Carlo x Koilee #Chuck x Utah #carlo uses his mandolin as a weapon at some point #carlo is an idiot

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throne-for-queens · 2 months ago

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It’s so funny how some people swear they know everything. That anon wasn’t saying Megan is having the baby to gain “immunity” or whatever the fuck that other anon says. They were saying that your negativity and constant criticism is going to drive him away because whether you like it or not, he cares about Megan, this baby and his family more than anything, and you constantly shitting on her when you know good and well that he sees these things, isn’t going to make him want to interact with us anymore because you’re constantly pushing him away and causing stress to the mother of his child. So just shut up already

And that's why, rather than the "band-aid baby" term a lot of people have been throwing around, I prefer the term "vaccine baby" This is what she wanted from the start-a way to walk out of the situation while protecting herself long-term from the inevitable shitstorms. just know my girl was shaking, crying, and throwing up after Genre: Sadboy. If she truly believes this baby will protect her from the chaos, she's deeply mistaken. If not, she's only dug the rabbit hole even deeper. This is what happens when you move forward based on false assumptions. This baby won't be her "(immunity) passport to freedom"; she's only trapped herself for even longer.

Which comment are you referring to, because I scrolled through and didn't see the other asks mention a vaccine. Perhaps I've just posted way too much and lost track. I wish you guys could comment anonymously on post, it would definitely help sort out the confusion because half the time I don't know who you guys are referring to.

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itskatepaddington · 2 years ago

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On the art of doing things alone

Doing things alone doesn’t come naturally to everyone.

Some people are content with their own company, and some people have it a bit harder when it comes to chilling with themselves. Some are incapable of doing anything alone, ever, and I can’t really blame them. After all, time spent on your own allows your thoughts to run crazy - as a highly anxious person who mostly likes her own company, I struggle with that, too. It’s not fun when you get stuck in your head, especially when it starts to have a heavy impact on you. And being independent is a blessing and a curse, really, but that’s a topic for a whole new piece of writing. But a lot of our attitudes around doing things without others have to do with what we see other people doing and how we've learned to live by gleaning at others. What if other people think I’m a loser? Will it actually be fun if I do it alone?

A thing that my anxious brain learned when it comes to my leisure time and has a long way to go to learn everywhere else: no one cares as much as you think, and it’s for the best.

As an avid cinemagoer with several cinema memberships, I tend to watch a lot of films. Very often that means I want to watch things that others aren’t that keen on. I know my friends' tastes: I will ask if they want to come along if there is something that I feel they would like, or that they told me they wanted to see. But a lot of the time, I’m not shy to make five cinema trips on my own if there are some weirder or smaller films that others aren’t really into that I want to see, or to stack a day full of films on my own. Or to take a whole holiday to go to a film festival to seek out the films I maybe wouldn’t have a chance to see otherwise, which I have been known to do.

Cinema is probably the least social of activities in the traditional meaning of the word. It is communal; you’re in a pitch-black room with many other people to appreciate a film. But it never struck me as something particularly social. Your attention is going to the work of art on the big screen anyway, you can’t (and really shouldn’t, cause if you do, you’re annoying) talk to others. And it’s lovely to have an informed conversation about a film afterwards if you enjoyed it. But is it really social in the same way that other group activities are, so it was rather shocking for me to find out that a lot of people wouldn’t go to the cinema if they had nobody to go with.

How did I come to this conclusion? It all starts in the dark. I worked in the cinema when I was at the university, and the abundance of films I could see for free proved to bring me so much solace. As a girl without any support network at the time, I often went to the cinema to fill up my time, and I fell in love with it so deeply that I can’t imagine not paying back the debt to what it brought into my life for as long as I get to be on this planet. It picked me up so many times. It saved me.

That was when I discovered that a solo cinema trip is best for those days when you want to be among people, but you also feel like your soul could spill over and create a mess to clean up - an uncomfortable mess, sometimes. You buy a ticket, you sink into the seat, the lights go down and you’re ready for an episode of escapism served just for you - alongside everyone else who chose to be here and will likely laugh and cry at the same moments. At the cinema, it’s really easy to push that thought about everyone judging you out of your head.

What about things that are more overtly social activities? You can do them alone, too, but if you’re an overthinker, it may initially be a bit harder. Then again, you never know how much fun you’re gonna have until you go. And I have made the choice not to go before - and every time I regretted it royally.

There is a band called Wolf Alice, who I wanted to see in concert several times. I’d really liked their music for a long time: I even had tickets to their shows, twice. So why haven’t I seen them yet? The first time, I had a row about going to the show with my boyfriend at the time, who couldn’t care less about going and decided to stay home instead of going on my own. The second time, I was set on going alone, but another guy that I was then seeing wanted to do something else. What could I do? I ditched my own plans in favour of what he wanted to do. Girls, listen up: boys are temporary, but gig memories are eternal. Go to that concert. I will certainly do that next time Wolf Alice tour. And let me tell you about one of the first times I did just that.

It was early 2014, and Reading and Leeds festival was putting on the lineup of the century - or so my 19-year-old-self was convinced. Arctic Monkeys have just released AM, The 1975 made a lot of noise with their self-titled debut. Paramore was going to play a set, and so would Vampire Weekend, Imagine Dragons, The Hives and blink-182 as well as Queens of the Stone Age. CHVRCHES. Bombay Bicycle Club. The Courteeners and Metronomy and Temples and Peace and Hozier and Circa Waves and so many other acts I was listening to and super excited about were making an appearance. It was my music taste for years to come condensed into three days; I was desperate to go, but it was my first year in a new country, and finding friends who were into the same things proved a bit challenging. I was insecure about my English since someone made fun of my thick accent, and that stuck with me. That was why I rarely spoke unless spoken to or comfortable around someone, too. I constantly felt stupid when what I wanted to say got dislodged between what I had in my head and what came out of my mouth in my attempt to express it. My self-esteem was at an all-time low. It wasn’t happening just yet.

The money was tight, too - I was a student begging for extra shifts at my part-time job to pay the rent and sleeping on a bunk bed in shared accommodation - but I just got a tax refund. I made a quick budget in my head: I figured that if I got cheap train tickets, ate one huge portion of chips a day and smuggled vodka in somehow, I could probably go to the fest and survive, and perhaps even thrive. But I was worried about going on my own. Music festivals are social events as well as places to appreciate music; and while cinema is easier to go into and lose that self-awareness, it’s technically way harder to do that when you are in a crowd of people divided into groups. I was a girl on my own, was that really safe? How would I entertain myself while waiting for the bands to come on if I had no one to talk to? Would I look like a massive loser? With generalised anxiety disorder in particular, these are real questions that you come up with on a regular basis that cloud your judgement and make you feel really horrible.

I bought the ticket. I packed. I went. I saw most of the bands that haven’t clashed with others. Nothing horrible happened - I was sensible (mostly) and took good care of myself. I still ended up eating that one portion of chips a day, though, cause I spent all my money on getting there. Even if anyone thought I was a weirdo for going to a festival alone, nobody turned around and told me that straight to my face. Who would even pay this much attention to a stranger when blink-182 was putting on the biggest bloody show of all time?! Going to that festival is one of my cherished memories, and I think I would have regretted it if I hadn’t gone. I was going to gigs plenty of times on my own since and enjoyed them as much as those I attended with my friends.

Two years later, the year was nearing its end. At that point in time, I haven’t travelled much. The first flight I ever got onto was to move to the UK to study. The focus for my life this far was on surviving and going places was never in the budget - we’re not even talking long-haul or exotic. But my circumstances have changed a little; I graduated and got a job. For as long as I remembered, I wanted to go to Paris, too. I signed up for alerts on some last-minute travel websites and looked at those religiously. One evening when I opened my alert, I saw an opportunity.

Click. Click. Done. No way back now.

I was going to Paris the following weekend, then. And it was incredibly short notice; my boyfriend at the time couldn’t ditch the shift, so I was going to do it alone.

It felt freeing to be in a completely different city on your own, seeing all these things that you’ve once learned about in French classes at school. For someone with so little life experience, it felt like one of the most precious things that happened to me this far.

I rarely got on public transport - I walked around the city, taking in everything I always wanted to see. I went to Montmartre and paid respects to Jim Morrison and Chopin at Pere-Lachaise. I took a stroll down les Champs-Elysees to see if there actually was everything I needed there. I sat down drinking wine at some smokey bar. I attempted to exercise my rusty high-school French and ordered milk instead of coffee by accident. I took a selfie with the Eiffel Tower and spent several good hours at the Louvre looking for Mona Lisa (really small, and always surrounded by people it appears!). I ate the most banging crepes of my life.

And if I hadn’t gone, the New Year promise I made to myself a few months later probably wouldn’t have happened.

I went to Amsterdam with friends later that year, and that only fed my hunger to see a little more of the world. I was back to working part-time again, so I figured I could potentially travel within my budget. The problem was, my boyfriend at the time would have trouble getting hours at his job if he was to be too picky, and he tended to get quite annoyed with the short notice nature of finding a good travel deal. He couldn’t possibly join me on all of these trips, but he was fine with me going on my own if I wanted to.

Having discussed that, I figured out that European city breaks were within my reach. So as the year was about to start, I made a promise to myself: I want to visit a different country a month over the year. And frankly, I surprised myself with how quickly I managed to get really organised to make that happen. I’d booked cheap flights, hostels and coaches, and managed to do it with little money. I decided I would make a trip a month, the destination relying on cheap flights and accommodation I could get. And out of the twelve trips that I made that year, eleven were made all on my own.

It can appear scary to travel on your own, especially if organised travel and package holidays aren’t your thing. But being on your own gives you so much freedom to choose what you really want to do. When you plan any activity with other people, you need to reach a compromise regarding what you want to do, or what pace is best for everyone to be moving at. To do anything different is dictatorial and selfish. And don’t get me wrong, it’s fun to travel with others, too; it’s a different kind of experience that is just as enjoyable. But on your own, you can make choices on the spot according to how you’re feeling, or plan it out to cater to yourself if you want to. You can spend three hours relaxing in one place, breeze through it in ten minutes, or not even go in at all. And if you spend at least some time thinking about what you’d like to do and throwing together a schedule that you’re not obliged to follow by all means, you don’t get lonely - there’ll be people around you.

So, want to go paragliding with the people from that booth that you’ve just spotted? Hell yeah, go paragliding. Feel like booking a cheap hostel on a boat instead of something regular and possibly more expensive? Do that. Hungry and craving something specific? No problem. Feeling like a gig? Of course, who’s playing and where? And boy, did I perfect my airport security and packing light routine that year!

So this is a note to my anxious brain, really. Life is too short and we’re all mortal. And after all, you just don’t know. Plus no one pays as much attention as you think they do. Anything telling you otherwise is your anxiety. You will never regret doing a thing on your own, but you may come to regret anything you haven’t done because you were that little bit too scared. You will learn, and maybe eventually it will become so natural that you won’t have a problem doing it at all.

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kpopjust4u · 2 years ago

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February Filth Fest - Day 22

Post Date: 22nd February 2023 Pairing: Yeosang x Fem!Reader Content: Smut - Masterbation WC: 531 TW?: Bandmate!Yeosang/ Bandmate!Reader/ Pretty cock Yeosang/ Masterbation

February Filth Fest Masterlist Prompt list

With the clocks ticking past two in the morning, Yeosang tosses and turns in his bunker bed, below his other bandmate. Unable to even close his eyes without getting frustrated.

It honestly didn't help with the sound of snoring of his bandmate above him, practically vibrating the bunker with the power it had. Not only that, but Yeosang's ears perk up to the sound of you in the next room, on the phone with someone.

"None of the other bandmates makes me as wet as Yeosang does, his voice, his looks. Girl, I'm dead everytime he looks at me." He hears you say on the phone, giggling.

This makes him just wonder how wet can he really get you, with his hand wandering down his body as he continues to listen in on your conversation, pulling out his cock and spreading his precum over his shaft. He bites down on his lip, trying to keep himself quiet, finding himself quite lucky that the sleeping friend above him is a heavy sleeper.

"I wouldn't say no to him, he could have me anywhere and anytime." You continue to gossip with your friend in the next room, unknowing that Yeosan's hand starts to work its way up and down his shaft at a relatively quick pace.

Hearing you talking about him like that has his mind going wild, just wondering what would actually happen if he tried anything. He's had a crush on you since you joined the band, but the fact that you've said that about him only, he growls deeply, hissing when his thumb grazes over the tip of his cock.

Only hoping it was you on it rather than his hand.

"I would make the first move, but I doubt he wouldn't look at me the same way." Oh how wrong you actually were, Yeosang lays there, edging himself purposefully just to hear you speak, your words sending pleasure straight to his cock.

"Oh, baby. You're so wrong, I'd do anything for you, to you." Yeosang mumbles to himself unable to concentrate on anything else at this point.

"God, talking about him has got me so turned on..." You whine slightly before another little burst of giggles, "I wonder if he's awake, maybe I could shoot my shot?".

You ask your friend who pushes you towards the idea.

"I wouldn't- Fuck- Say no." He hisses to himself again, moaning through the middle of his sentence when he could just imagine seeing your face when he's deep inside of you, hearing you cry his name out loud.

He wouldn't even care if the other bandmates hear you, he wants you. Especially more now than ever.

Unable to hear your footsteps getting closer due to the overwhelming urge to cum, just for you, Yeosang's head pushes back into the pillow beneath him, sighing and taking a harsh breath as he edges himself closer for the last time.

Until white beads of his cum cover his hand, whimpering, "Y/N!" as quietly as he could with the pleasure pulsing through him.

"Yeo?" You call out, biting your lip with a whimper, at the sight of him when you let yourself into the room.

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charnelhouse · 4 years ago

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omg idk if you’re into size kink but you should totally write a one shot of thor with a MAJOR size kink 🤤. i’m thinking reader is somewhere between 5’0 and 5’3 and thor just LOVING to tease her about her size compared to him cause he just knows (emphasis) how much she loves it.

A/N: Thor x F!Reader. Size Kink. Dirty talk. Praise yo. Smut.

He’s careful with you. He knows his size - the span of his hands and thick fingers. He grips your hips and tugs you against him and he has to bend at the waist to nose at your hair.

“Little one,” he murmurs as he presses an indulgent kiss to your scalp. “I want you.”

You squeeze his wrist, your fingers unable to wrap around the width of it and so you lie the flat of your palm against the skin of his forearm and pet him gently. “Now?”

Something dark and hungry rumbles from his chest, his touch deftly gliding beneath the band of your pants. “Let me get you ready for it, lovely girl.”

You tip your chin and let him slide his tongue into your parted mouth.

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“Oh,” you whimper - sweet and melodic as he slowly slips his fingers inside your pussy. He’s cautious - syrupy strokes to the knuckle as he uses his spit and your slick to stretch you open. You’ve got both of your hands on his cock - not enough for one to circle it and Thor is almost ashamed at his arrogance - at his dirty fantasies of him being far too big for you.

“Inside,” you pant against his tongue. His other hand cradles your face - combs your hair out of your eyes so he can watch you. He’d never push you - shove you to the edge where sex with him would be painful. He likes to make you cum as he sinks to the hilt - nudging the bud of your sex until you bloom around his length and swallow him easily.

He frames your head with his arms as he guides his cock into you - head snagging at your entrance. You breathe deeply - clutching at his biceps as he rolls his hips between your thighs.

“Ready?”

You nod and he kisses you eagerly - desperately - the crush of his desire expanding across the planes of his shoulders and swelling in his belly. He dips his tongue against yours as an easy distraction before he thrusts inside you and he feels it - when you clench and spasm and gasp at the absolute heft of his shaft splitting you open.

“Thor,” you wheeze and he’s only half-buried. He sweeps his thumb over the curve of your cheek - hushing you with quiet, soothing mouth sounds.

“It’s alright,” he coaxes. “It’s alright - just a little more. Hold onto me.”

You nod again - digging your nails into the hard planes of his back muscles. He steadily presses deeper before drawing back out. Not enough to leave you entirely but just to add friction and drag pleasure through the slick walls of your tight cunt.

He pumps his hips - driving you up the sheets and knocking a sharp cry from your pretty lips. He licks the pads of his fingertips before swirling them around the crest of your sex and it milks more pleasure from your body - juicing you up and allowing him to push and push until he pops into place.

You’re full of him - impaled on his cock. He almost wonders if he’d feel himself if he placed his hand on your belly. He fastens his grip to your waist - as you clamp and writhe - enjoying the feeling of your body attempting to make room for his girth.

“Good - good girl,” he mutters as he tries to concentrate on not completely wrecking you. “You - fucking hells - you took me so well.”

You blink up at him - nostrils flaring and he’s practically going cross-eyed at how violently you’re choking his length. He bites the inside of his mouth - gritting his jaw as he waits for your permission.

You curve your leg around his thigh and dig your heel into the giving flesh. “Fuck me.”

He growls before he starts.

He saws his hips honey-slow as he sheathes himself over and over again. He plants his knees and bends his back as he rocks into you - picking up his pace as each new spear of his cock punches a stifled whimper from between your teeth. The mattress squeaks and the headboard thwacks against the wall and Thor is deaf to it.

All he can focus on is your gorgeous face shuddering and dizzy with pleasure. All he can hear is the liquid-suck of your sex grasping him repeatedly. The wet slap of flesh and Thor’s own torn-up growls that are being ripped from him with each snap of his pelvis.

He’s never felt like this for anyone. He’s never been this out of control and consumed by sex with a single person. But - it’s not just the sex. It’s all the rest - it’s you and your sweetness and empathy and the way you fit him.

“Fuck,” he grits as he glances down to see where you’re joined. The glossy shine of his fat length disappearing inside you. “You have the tightest fucking cunt, my love.”

He’s not terribly romantic and he doubts that his words carry any of the poetic elegance that his brother’s would surely have. But - still - your eyes widen and glimmer and you arch into him - demanding more. So - he continues - rubbing his cheek against your own as he whispers praise into your ear:

He deftly moves from lewd remarks to far more serious statements - soft truths interwoven through the vulgarity.

Look at you - look at your body take me - swallow me - my dirty thing - those perfect tits - how does it feel? Do you want more? I’ll eat your cunt after this - fill you up and lick it out until you drench my beard - oh - oh you liked that? I felt it - felt you flutter around me - fuck - it - it feels so good -

my sweetheart

my beautiful one

you were made for me - there is no one else - no one else has ever come close - it’s you - it’s you - a thousand others but it’s only been you -

#thor x female reader #thor x you #thor odinson #thor imagine #thor odinson x reader #thor odinson x female reader #thor odinson imagine #thor #thor fanfiction #mcu

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