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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 8 months ago

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Obsessed - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 2

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 1

Summary: You help Ethan get revenge on his ex that made his life hell.

Contains: Angst, Mentions of abusive behavior, Fluff-ish? idk, Oral - m and f receiving, rough sex, dom!-ish Ethan (If I missed anything, let me know!)

A/N: I SUCK because I've had this almost finished for TWO DAYS and I thought I was going to have the time to finish it. Also, if there are any spelling errors or whatever, I'm sorry😫 If I re-read something I've written too much I start to criticize it and this would've never gotten posted lmao

After your night with Ethan, you woke up determined to right the wrongs that your friends’ narrative created. You felt bad for him, because he was the sweetest, and he didn’t deserve all the hate he got from people that had no idea what the truth was. And the last thing you wanted was for the boy you were starting to fall for to change his mind and decide on transferring to a different school, even after he told you he’d stay.

Your friend kept texting you all night, so much that you finally had to put your phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’ just so you could get some sleep. Once you clicked on her message thread and had to scroll a few times to read all the stuff she’d sent you, you got an idea when you made it to the last text she’d sent.

‘How could you do that when it’s obvious I still have feelings for him?’

“Oh shit,” you said, rereading the message a couple times. “That’s it!”

You were about to text Ethan when you saw the ‘Good morning’ text he’d sent you, a sweet smile playing on your lips as you messaged him back.

You: Good morning

You: What are you doing today?

Ethan: I’m going to lunch with my friends soon, wanna join?

You: I wouldn’t be imposing?

Ethan: Not at all. Plus, I really want to see you

You: Where am I meeting you guys?

Ethan: You think I’m going to let you walk there by yourself?

Ethan: Meet me in front of your dorm in an hour

You: See you soon

When you walked outside, you saw Ethan leaning against the brick wall of your dorm. You ran up to him, a huge smile on your face as he pulled you close.

“Hey cutie,” he said, leaning down to kiss you. “How did you sleep?”

“I wish I slept a lot better,” you sighed, “Your ex was texting me all night.”

“Oh…why?” he asked, as he laced his fingers with yours.

“Someone told her I was kissing you at the party last night,” you said, his eyes growing wide at your words.

“What did she say?” he asked as he started to walk, leading the way towards the restaurant.

“That I betrayed her, that you’re going to hurt me just like you hurt her, and that she still has feelings for you.”

“Well, she can choke on her feelings,” he bluntly said, as you started to laugh. “I’m serious. She’s made my life hell.”

“I think I might know how to make things better for you, but I don’t know if you’ll like my idea,” you said, as he curiously looked over at you.

“What are you thinking?”

“What if you asked her to hang out? Like, just say that you miss her and you want to see her. Then you call her out on her bullshit, but record the conversation,” you said, as Ethan took a deep breath. “I can think of something else if you don’t want to be around her.”

“No, I think it’s a good idea,” he said, “I’m not sure if I can fake being nice to her, though. What if I see her and I just blow up on her?”

“I think you can do it,” you said, your thumb rubbing against the top of his hand. “Just think, you get her to confess that everything she’s said about you wasn’t true, and your life can go back to normal.”

“Normal sounds nice,” he said, glancing up to notice all the people looking at him. “I felt like I was invisible in high school. Now I can’t get people to stop staring at me.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re so cute,” you said, half-joking as you smiled at him. “I’m finding it hard to stop staring at you.”

“Stop, you’re going to make me blush,” he said, his free hand running across his face as he tried to compose himself from your flirting. “I think they’re staring right now because I’m with someone as beautiful as you.”

“Who’s making who blush now?” you asked, as he opened the restaurant door for you.

He led you over to the table where his friends were, introducing you to them as you sat down. You recognized Chad from the night before, and Ethan was just praying that he wouldn’t say something embarrassing.

“It’s nice to officially met you,” Chad said, “Ethan hasn’t shut up about you all morning.”

Ethan sighed in defeat as he looked over to his friend, “Seriously?”

“What? It’s true,” Chad shrugged, “He told me you convinced him to stay, which I’ve been trying to do for months.”

“I think things are about to get a lot easier for him,” you said, as Ethan smiled.

“She’s a genius,” he said, wrapping his arm around you. “Apparently my ex still has feelings for me. Fuck, I need to text her.” Ethan slid his phone out of his pocket and unblocked her number, before typing. “Does this sound okay?” he asked, showing you the ‘I miss you. can we talk?’ text.

“As long as you don’t actually miss her, then yeah,” you said, as Ethan started to laugh.

“Fuck no,” he said, as he pressed send.

“Wait…if she still has her feelings, why would she spread all those rumors?” Tara asked, as Mindy jumped in the conversation.

“She doesn’t want anyone else to have him.”

“That’s fucked up,” Chad said, as Ethan’s phone vibrated against the table.

Ethan looked over to you before he picked his phone up. You could tell he was nervous, you were, too.

“She asked me what I’m doing tonight,” he sighed, “She wants me to take her to dinner.”

“Do you feel comfortable with that?” you asked, his expression unreadable.

“Do you feel comfortable with that?” he questioned, “You know how she is. She’ll probably try to be affectionate.”

“I’ll kill her,” you said with a straight face as Ethan started to laugh. “I’m serious…if she touches you, she’s dead.”

“Ooh, what if we stake out at the restaurant,” Tara suggested, “We sit far enough away, but we can still see what’s going on.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Ethan sighed, “I could only imagine what she’d say once she finds out it’s all bullshit. What if she says I put my hands on her or something?”

“You’ll have witnesses. I’ll come,” Chad said, as Mindy agreed to come along, too.

“Okay, I’m meeting her at 7,” he said, as his hand rubbed against your leg under the table.

Once everyone finished eating, you and Ethan were invited over to Tara’s. Ethan had other plans though, asking you if you wanted to go to his dorm for a little bit first. You agreed, because you wanted to spend alone time with him before he had to meet with his ex.

“Are you sure you’re okay with me going out with her tonight?” Ethan asked, once you’d made it back to his dorm. “I haven’t even taken you on our first date yet, and I’m taking her on one. It doesn’t feel right.”

“I’m okay with it as long as you don’t get sucked back in,” you said, a nervous smile playing on your lips as you sat down on his bed. “She’s good at convincing.”

“I won’t,” he promised, as he took a seat beside you. “The only one sucking me in is you.”

“Do you know what you’re going to say to her?” you asked, trying to fight the blush that was spreading to your cheeks.

“Well, I thought I’d start the conversation with the ‘I’m happy you wanted to see me’ and go from there. I think I’ll bring up the rumors and stuff after we start eating,” he sighed. “I hope she doesn’t deny it.”

“Just say you won’t give her another chance unless she admits it, because I told you she was the one spreading everything about you,” you suggested, as he shook his head.

“I’m not throwing you under the bus like that.”

“She’s already pissed at me. Why does it matter?” you asked, “Because honestly, she’s not my friend, not if she’s that shitty of a person. I don’t care what she thinks about me.”

“What if she starts shit about you, too?” he questioned, making you scoff.

“What can she say about me? Everyone will know she’s a liar after tonight.”

You talked with Ethan for a while about the right things to say and do, and as the hours started to pass, he was getting really stressed. He laid back on the bed and pulled you close to cuddle.

“We should probably go to Tara’s soon,” he said, as his fingertips rubbed across your back. With the lack of sleep from the night before, you were starting to feel really drowsy with the soothing motions. “Fuck, I’m so worried that I’ll just snap once I see her. I feel myself getting angrier.”

“You have every right to feel that way,” you said, as your hand rubbed across his stomach. “But I might know I way for you to release some of that tension.”

“What did you have in mind?” he asked, already having a hunch with the suggestiveness in your tone. You didn’t say anything as your hand traveled lower, running over the slight bulge in his jeans. You felt him getting harder the longer you rubbed, his hips shifting as he tried to get comfortable.

You sat up to look at him before your hand reached up to the button of his jeans. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about last night,” you said, your eyes on his as you slid his zipper down. “No one’s ever made me cum as hard as you did.”

You started to tug on his jeans as he lifted his hips, making it a little easier for you to get them down.

“Do you want me to make you cum right now?” he asked, as you laughed and shook your head.

“No, baby. I’m going to take care of you,” you said, sliding his boxers down. He gasped the second his cock sprang free from the confines of his boxers, your hand moving to lazily stroke it as he watched you, his bottom lip in between his teeth. “I’ve been dying to do this.”

With his size, you knew you wouldn’t be able to fit all of it in your mouth, but you were determined to make him feel so good that the only thing he thought about on his fake date with your friend was you. You started with his tip, your tongue swirling around it. You paid extra attention to the underside the head of his cock because he kept gasping every time your tongue brushed against it. Then you slowly started to take him in your mouth, as his hand went to your hair.

“Fuck,” he sighed, as he watched you. He thought you were always beautiful but seeing you like this made him even more attracted to you. Your eagerness to please him just like he took care of you the night before showed him how down for him you really were, and the way that you thought of a plan to help him get his life back to normal had him falling for you harder than he expected to, at least this soon.

Once you started to gag, his hand that was resting loosely in your hair started to pull it a little, the feeling making you moan around him. You just kept going, the drool from all your gagging starting to drip down his cock. You reached your hand up to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, as your cheeks hollowed and how head started to bob.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned once your hand started to twist a little. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

His praise motivated you even more, your head moving quicker as he struggled to keep quiet. Not that he needed to be, but he had so many different sounds threatening to slip past his lips. He was fighting to keep his hips still. It was taking everything in him to not thrust into your mouth. You noticed that he was holding back, so you pulled away, your hand still moving as you looked at him. Your eyes were glassy from all the tears that formed, your lips were swollen, and Ethan was just so in awe of you.

“You don’t have to just lay there,” you said, the slight rasp in your voice from all the gagging quickly becoming his new favorite sound. “I can take it.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, as you mumbled a “Mhm.”

You took him back in your mouth, and it didn’t take long for his hips to thrust. Your hand kept you from taking more than you could handle, but you were still gagging so much. Every time your throat tightened; Ethan felt himself getting closer to the edge.

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his hand tugging on your hair as his hips stuttered.

You glanced up to see him as his orgasm hit. His eyes were fluttering as the salty liquid coated your taste buds, his head rolling back. The grip he had on your hair loosened as you slowed down, before you slid him out of your mouth.

“How was that?” you asked, as he tore his gaze away from the ceiling to look at you. He had a goofy smile on his face as his hands reached out to grab you and pull you close.

“That was perfect, babe,” he said, as he started to get a little curious. “How’d you get so good at that?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to,” you playfully said, as he chuckled. “We really should go to Tara’s.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking if you guys go to the restaurant early, she would be less likely to see you,” he said, as his hands started to rub your back again.

“We better go now, because you’re going to make me fall asleep,” you said, pushing yourself off his chest.

Once you made it to Tara’s, Ethan was way calmer than he was before. You knew the plan would work, but now you had more confidence that he’d be able to keep his cool. When everyone said they were ready to go, Ethan wrapped his hands around your waist from behind you. You turned to face him, a sweet smile on your lips as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Thank you,” he said, as you curiously looked at him.

“For what?”

“For being amazing,” he said, stealing one more kiss as Mindy fake-gagged in the background.

“Okay, if we’re going to make it to the restaurant before them, we need to go now,” she said, as you hesitantly pulled away from Ethan.

“I’ll see you soon,” you said, following Ethan’s friends out the door.

Once Ethan and his ex made it to the restaurant, you could feel the jealousy building. You saw the simple touches against his arm, the flirty smile on her lips. You felt your blood start to boil as you huffed and turned your attention to his friends.

“You okay?” Tara asked, noticing the pissed expression on your face.

“She was touching him,” you said, glancing back over to see them seated at the table.

“You really like him, huh?” Chad asked, as you felt your cheeks start to heat up.

“Yeah,” you said, your angry expression turning into a smile as you thought about Ethan.

“He really likes you too,” Tara said, as Chad nodded.

“Yeah, I told you, he wouldn’t shut up about you this morning.”

Everyone kept glancing towards Ethan’s table, but you were trying so hard not to. You just wanted to focus on eating the food in front of you, even though you didn’t have much of an appetite. You didn’t want to see him doing what he could to get the confession out of her, but once Mindy mumbled “Oh shit.” you finally looked up.

“Are they arguing?” Tara asked, as Chad nodded.

“He looks pissed.”

You watched your friend try to grab Ethan’s hand on the top of the table, but he pulled it away before he stood up. He searched the restaurant for the table that you were at before he walked over.

“I got her confession. Let’s go, babe,” he said, as you stood up. He took your hand in his before he turned to Chad. “I’ll send you money for her food. Is that cool?”

“Yeah, we’ll leave soon. You want to come back to Tara’s?” Chad said, as Ethan shrugged.

“Not right now, I need to blow off some steam.”

Your heart started to pound, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach as he walked with you. You weren’t sure how he wanted to let out his aggression, but you really hoped that it’d be in his bed. He led you out of the restaurant, your hand in his. Once your friend saw, she jumped up from the table and followed you outside.

“Hey,” she said, grabbing your shoulder after she caught up to you.

“Don’t touch me,” you snapped, turning to face her.

“What the fuck was all of this?” she asked, as Ethan tried to pull you away. “Honey, he doesn’t want you if he asked me out tonight.”

“Honey, he asked you out tonight so you’d confess to all the fucked up things you’ve said about him,” you yelled, your words full of venom as she started to laugh.

“Aww, are you trying to get people to believe that he isn’t some asshole?” she asked, and your hands involuntarily clenched at your sides. You were furious with the smug look on her face and the snarky tone. “Good luck trying to prove it.”

“I’ll prove it,” Ethan said, as he started to play back the video so she could hear it. Her face dropped, before she tried to grab his phone from his hands.

“Aww, are you worried everyone’s going to find out how much of a lying bitch you are?” you asked, your tone matching hers as she started to get mad. “You can’t just fuck up someone’s life and get away with it.”

Your conversation with her wasn’t quiet, and people started to gather around. They were probably anticipating the altercation to get physical, but you refused to give everyone that satisfaction.

“You really are a shitty friend,” she said, making you scoff.

“You’re a shitty person! You spread so much shit about Ethan that wasn’t true. How the fuck do you sleep at night knowing you’ve been ruining his life all year?”

“He shouldn’t have broken up with me,” she snapped, “But it’s okay. You aren’t what he really wants. It’s cute that you think you’ll ever compare to me.”

“That’s the reason I am interested in her!” Ethan yelled, “She’s nothing like you! You told everyone I was controlling, that I was mentally and emotionally abusive. That’s what YOU were!”

She was about to say something, when she glanced around and noticed all the people with their phones out, pointed at her. You noticed some of the girls that you’d heard talk about Ethan staring at the ground, disappointed in themselves that they helped spread the rumors. Some of the guys that had gathered around shook their heads at her.

“That’s fucked up,” one of the guys said, before one of the girls jumped in.

“Yeah, you’re going to make all of us seem like we’re lying if something happens to us. That really is fucked up.”

You looked over to Ethan, your eyes wide as he tried to fight a smile from forming on his lips. He saw her little reign of terror crumbling, and it was so satisfying to watch.

She suddenly felt the urge to save face, walking over to Ethan. He backed away from her as she sighed in frustration.

“I’m sorry, Ethan,” she said, as he started to laugh.

“You’re only sorry because people know who you really are now,” he said, rolling his eyes. “You don’t care that you fucked this whole year up for me. All you cared about was making sure no one else wanted me, but how funny is it that one of your friends does?”

“Oh, we’re not friends,” you said, looking over at her. “Good luck finding someone here that wants to be with you after what you did to him.”

Ethan grabbed your hand to lead you away from her, as she stood there in the awkward tension. Once you and Ethan made it a block away, you both started to laugh.

“Maybe I didn’t need to record the conversation with her,” he said, “Almost everyone recorded that shit just now.”

“I’m happy for you, babe,” you said, as he leaned down to kiss you. It wasn’t a quick peck like you expected, your mouths moving together as you made out on the sidewalk.

“It was so hot watching you stand up to her like that,” he said against your lips once you pulled away to catch your breath. “Let’s go to my dorm. Chad’s going to Tara’s.”

“And what would we do?” you asked, a smirk playing on your lips as he smiled.

“I think celebratory sex is the perfect way to end tonight, followed by you staying over once I tell Chad he can’t come home.”

Once Ethan got you back to his dorm, he unbuttoned the jeans you were wearing the second you slid your shoes off your feet.

“Someone’s eager,” you giggled, as he led you to the bed.

“You have no idea,” he said, pushing you back.

Your legs were hanging off the side of the bed as he pulled your jeans and panties down your legs, the aggressiveness of it making you more wet than you already were. He dropped to the floor, sitting on his knees as he moved your legs to rest on his shoulders. He started with small licks to your clit, teasing you a little just so he could make you squirm. Your legs resting on him pulled him closer once he wasn’t giving you what you needed. He chuckled against you before he started to swirl his tongue around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, just like that,” you said, your hand moving to rest in his curls.

His hands grabbed your hips to pull you even closer to his mouth, a squeal slipping past your lips once you felt your ass hanging off the bed.

“I won’t let you fall, baby,” he said, before his tongue went back to your clit.

You felt two of his fingers brushing against your entrance, a low moan falling out of your mouth once he slid them inside of you. You glanced down to look at him and saw his eyes on you. He couldn’t stop watching the way your chest started to rise and fall quicker and all the cute little faces you were making.

He started to angle his fingers just right, pressing them against the spongy spot inside of you as he suckled on your clit. Your hand pulled his hair, the other one gripping at the sheets as your moans got louder.

You felt that feeling starting to build, your body getting hotter as he pressed his fingers even harder.

“Oh shit,” you whimpered, as he sucked harder on your clit. “Cumming.”

Your back arched off the bed as the legs around Ethan’s shoulders clenched around him, holding him in place as he kept fucking you with his fingers. He slowed down a little once your pussy started to spasm, the loud whines falling from your lips echoing off the walls as he worked you through it.

Once your body relaxed, he slid his fingers out of you, and gave your clit a few more gentle licks before he rolled you over, your wobbly legs trying to stabilize themselves as your feet rested against the floor. You were still so blissed out, your senses still on overdrive as you heard the sound of his zipper getting slid down. After he took off his jeans and boxers, you waited in anticipation as he walked over to his nightstand to grab a condom. Once he came back over to you, he ran his hands over your ass that was proudly sticking up in the air for him.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he chuckled as he rolled the condom on.

He inched himself inside of you, soft moans slipping past your lips as he filled you up. When he stilled inside of you, he ran his hands over your hips as his cock stretched you out.

“You can move now,” you said, your voice muffled by his bed sheets.

He started off with slow, deep thrusts. He slid his cock out of you every time, his breathing getting heavier every time the tip went in and out of your entrance. Your hips started to move back to meet his slow thrusts, but he pulled back even further.

“Please, baby,” you begged, as you heard him chuckle from behind you.

“How bad do you want it?” he asked, as his hands moved from your ass to grip your hips. You huffed in response, as he slowed down even more. “If you want me to give you what you want, you better tell me.”

“I want it so fucking bad,” you pouted, as he smirked at how needy you were.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Before you could say anything else, he started to pound into you. He was pulling your hips back to meet his thrusts, your legs tingling as you struggled to hold yourself up. You were clinging to his sheets, whimpers flooding out of your mouth as he slammed into that spot every single time.

“So fucking tight,” he grunted, as you moaned in response.

Ethan had gone absolutely feral, one of his hands snaking under you to pull you back against him as he fucked up into you. He was squeezing at one of your breasts over your shirt as his other hand kept pulling your hips down.

“Are you mine?” he growled in your ear, this new side of Ethan turning you on more than you already were. You were trying so hard to form words, but they wouldn’t come out. The sounds of your wet pussy and skin slapping were filling the room as you felt the coil in the pit of your stomach getting tighter. “Are you too cock drunk to answer me?”

You nodded your head as he laid you back on the bed, your hands grasping at the sheets again as he fucked you even harder. Your whimpers were turning to cries as your legs started to shake, your orgasm taking over your body so strong that you swore you were going to black out from how good it felt.

“Almost there, baby,” he said, your pussy squeezing him so tight that he felt like he could bust at that feeling alone. After a few more deep thrusts, he moaned out, his cum filling the tip of the condom. He caught his breath for a minute before he slid out of you, smiling at the way your body was relaxed on his bed.

“I am,” you said, after he got rid of the condom and helped you get the rest of your body up on the bed.

“You’re what?” he questioned, as he laid down and pulled you close.

“I’m yours.”

After that night, your former friend only lasted a couple weeks at the university once everyone realized how she really was. She switched to online classes until she transferred to a college closer to her and Ethan’s home town. Your relationship with Ethan got more serious that he was bringing you home for the holidays. You were taking all these cute little photos in front of one of the light displays when you saw her with someone you assumed to be her new boyfriend, but she quickly walked away with him the second she saw you and Ethan.

“You think she’s going to do the same shit to him that she did to me?” he asked, wrapping his arm around you as you walked along the path of lights.

“No, I think she learned her lesson.”

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surfinminho · 4 months ago

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Things that turn them on

Hyung line | maknae line

Wc: 1.3k

Warnings: gun play, anal, sub!skz, mommy kink, slapping/hitting

authors note: I'm back!! please bear with me, this was a draft since February so it might suck and I haven't wrote since lmao 😭 idk when I'll post the second half of this, but I'll try not to go AWOL again😪

Chan

You had him wrapped around your finger, he doesn't usually act like this. Being a leader of a group doesn't usually allow him to behave this way.

But when he's with you? It seems as if ever thought in his head disappears. He tries to not let it show especially when he's with the members but he can't help himself.

Him changbin and jisung were all in the studio, doing their tasks while sharing lyrics they came up with.

His complete focus was on this one assignment, something just didn't seem right. In the late nights when he was awake on his laptop, trying to get the lyrics right you would come. Calming his nerves and making him take a break. He needed that stress reliever again with the way he felt like he was going to cry over this demo.

his phone buzzed, sending vibrations in his pocket.

"Hi chan ^^ I'll be home a little late. Like late late, I picked up a extra shift. Hope you don't stay at the studio for too long. Love you 🩷"

He sent a quick message back, running his hands through his hair for the nth time.

The clock ticks to 1:30 am. Exhaustion took over him. Eyes threatening to close.

"I think it's time to call it wraps" changbin spoke up, shutting his notebook.

Chan and jisung both agreed, going their separate ways.

When chan got home, he felt so different. He took his usual shower, eating a snack, even managing to get a little more done on that track. As he got into bed, his nose was filled with the scent of you. He didn't even know when he started tearing up, or when they started pouring out.

To his luck, you came home at that time. Taking off your shoes and hanging your coat up. You didn't bother eating anything, having eating at your job.

You expected chan to be asleep when you walked into your shared room, not him crying in the dark.

"Chan? What's up?" Your socks padded against the wooden floor. Sitting on the edge of the bed.

"N-need you mommy" he tugged at the bottom your shirt, hand reaching underneath it.

It was something you guys did when he was really stressed. You didn't mind it, as it calmed him down.

"Need me? How so?" You maneuvered yourself to sit on top of him, hands grounding yourself by holding his thighs.

"Wan- wanna suck your tits. Please?" Tears were still seen in the corner of his eyes. Threatening to fall once more.

You lifted up your shirt, unclipping your bra in the back, letting him attach his mouth to one of your breasts. It's easy for him to relax and fall asleep just like this. Though, he doesn't think he'll let anyone know Abt his little secret.

Minho

I think I've mentioned this in my other ot8 post but honestly I see minho into gun play. Like if it's minho giving it, (que mafia trope) he's definitely a person in charge or In high rankings. And the more well known you are the more someone wants your head on a platter. He would never want to hurt you, that should be a given. But the thrill he gets from pressing a gun against your neck as his fucks you can give him jerk off material for days.

It was in the spur of the moment, you were perched on his lap in his office, and you were asking him questions about things he had on him, random I know. But it sparked a conversation about guns and one thing led to another and your chest is pressed against the desk, leather glove covered hand covering your mouth while the other has the gun pressed against your neck.

"Shut the fuck up will you?"

If it was minho receiving it, it would probably be a enemy situation. You had known him but jobs and other things tore you guys apart. Saying you missed him would he an understatement.

But when your boss said you had to interrogate him, you got a little giddy.

When you saw him in your basement, you had your hand on your gun. Even though he's tied up, doesn't mean you can't use it.

"Hello there" he smiles at you attempting to wave.

"Let's get this done, just tell us what you were doing." You stood in front of him, gun pointed at his forehead.

"You have the gun there as if you're gonna shoot me. Nice joke bunny." He was taunting you, which for some reason you couldn't take lightly.

You pryed his mouth open with two fingers, shoving the gun into his mouth. You heard him gag on it while you push it to the hilt.

You eyes trailed down to see him hard, straining against his pants.

"Really? Hard because of a gun? Pathetic."

Changbin

He wants you to fist him. That's it that's the sentance.He has almost an infatuation with pegging anal gaping and what not.

He was big and buff, and you.. well you weren't. If anyone was nosy enough (his friends) they would think he was a Dom. And nothing's wrong with that, until he starts talking about how strong he is in bed. What a lie.

When you guys were back at the dorms, you had him face down ass up on the bed. Working him open with three fingers, you made him cum once by sucking him off then again by fingering him. You had him whining like a little bitch. It made you smile.

"Binnie, baby give me another one. Or are you gonna fight me back? Since you're so strong." You rolled your eyes at the last statement.

"I- I said I'm sorry!" He shoved his face into the pillow, hoping to not wake up his flatmates.

"Are you really sorry? Do you need me to pick up the pace? Or add another finger?" He clenched on your fingers as you said that last sentence. Moaning your name as his came for the third time.

"Need me to add another one hm?" You laugh, easing in your pinky.

"No- no more, mommy stop!" You knew he didn't mean for you to stop, he had his safe word. But the thrill of it makes it better.

"Baby, we both know how you love to get your tiny hole stretched, don't hide it."

Hyunjin

I see hyunjin as a hard sub. The whole package if you may. You were hesitant at first, not wanting to hurt him. But soon you got use to it. Inflicting pain on someone was not on your years bucket list. You weren't gonna say you dislike it- actually you were the opposite of that.

Some of his close friends (who happened to be yours) said maybe you are being too rough. Then theyd point to the purple marks scattered around his neck and wrist, but he knows his safeword. He would tell you if it was too much.

He was being good this week, and you decided to give him a reward. It wasn't as usual for him to get a reward, mostly because he's always acting like a piece of shit. But that's besides the point.

You let him have your ass.

"You ready?" You question, digging your nails into his waist.

"Yea" he pulls his slick fingers out, replacing it with his cock.

He presses his cock head against your hole, whining when he couldn't push pass his tip.

"Can't- too tight" he threw his head back, clawing at your waist.

"Baby.." you smiled, grabbing his chin.

"How about we use that brain of yours? Or are you already fuzzy?" You roughly let go off his face, throwing him a bottle of lube.

"I'm feeling nice, try again."

He repeated his actions from before, opening you up a little more.

"Thank- thank you" he read your mind, I mean how could you spoil him and not get a thank you. How ungrateful.

"So warm" he whines, bucking up into you.

"Shit- hit me, mommy- mama please I want it"

#surfinminho #stray kids #skz x reader #stray kids smut #sub skz #skz hard thoughts #bangchan #leeknow #changbin #hyunjin

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remedyturtles · 6 months ago

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out of curiosity, are you an only child? I'm one of four brothers (aged 2-26) and have multiple estranged half siblings, and I've always found the way you write familial interactions between the brothers to be just. incredibly realistic and raw

Especially between Leo and Donnie - their interactions in your writing will occasionally (bar the codependency...) parallel interactions between my older brother and I to a T and it's. so touching

If you are an only child, what goes into writing familial interactions for you?

If not, do you have any specific memories or experiences of your own that you melt into interactions between the brothers?

Your writing brings me so much comfort and makes me love my brothers just a little harder

LMAO definitely NOT an only child hahahaha. i have an older sister and an older brother, then two bonus brothers

hmm! experiences... let's see. under a cut bc you got me rambling abt my family LMAO

our family groupchat is titled 'live and don't learn that's us'

once my brother drove over 12 hours all night to come rescue my sister and i after our car broke down during a road trip and the only payment he took was pizza

i still have an envelope that my brother slid under my door after a fight with other family that says on the top 'I HEARD YOU WERE UPSET BUT BIG BROTHER STILL LOVES YOU'

at my high school graduation, my brother took a very expensive trip home for two days just to walk me down the aisle. i did a speech and wasn't nervous at all bc every SINGLE time i looked out at the crowd he was looking at me with the fucking BIGGEST smile on his face

after my sister moved out and went to university she called me every single day

there was a girl that was going after my brother against his wishes and my sister picked up the phone when she called and threatened her so hard that she never talked to my brother again and like ten years later he was like 'yeah she just gave up one day idk what happened' and we were like 'um sister happened' and he was like 'WAIT WHAT' LMAO

for years me and bonus brother #1 would steal sister's phone and make her background a selfie of us and she never changed it and even one year was like 'hey the selfie is super old can you guys take a new one'

i also have a photo saved on my phone after bonus brother #1 got out of a surgery legit in his hospital bed with the caption 'i lived bitch'

i have been wearing a jean jacket i stole from bonus brother #2 for years and last time he saw me i was wearing it and he did not even remember it was his anymore

every snapchat i've taken of bonus brother #2 is captioned with 'bitch'

last christmas we did powerpoint presentations over discord. sister assigned everyone roles in star wars. brother provided a satirical how-to on home maintenance. bonus brother #1 talked about magic the gathering.

i didn't take many pictures but i do have this moment from sister's that made me laugh out loud:

then another badly taken picture from brother's:

i know what you're wondering now. rem, what did you do your presentation on?

cue groans from my entire family. except, wait....

the only use i've gotten out of my bachelor's degree LMAO

anyway if you got this far, the point is that i am definitely NOT an only child lol. we have issues too of course but they're pretty cool

#rem askbox

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joels-shitty-puns · 1 year ago

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The Key To Your Heart - Track 10

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Alluding to sexual scenarios. Kissing. Panic/Anxiety Attack. Fat shaming, name calling. Mentions of food, weight loss, weight gain, dieting, weighing, potential eating disorder, food guilt. Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f). Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: 6.6k

Series List: Here!

Miss Track 9? Here!

Hi!!!! Once again I want to apologize for taking so long with this. I can't seem to ever stay awake to do anything. That being said, here it is! This is the last main chapter of our little lovebirds. There will be at least one, likely two bonus tracks coming soon though :) Also there's a smidge of Spanish in here from Pedro, but the translation is included in the end of the sentence. I took some Spanish classes back in the day but I don't speak it and had to use Google translate. So if it ISN'T right and you do speak Spanish, please let me know lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy these little cuties on their first date. There's a lot, a lot, a lot of kissing in here (sorry...) and overall they're just grossly in love lol. Please let me know what you think, and if you've seriously read this far, I LOVE YOU! This is my first series, and honestly my first fic other than the one I wrote in my diary lmao. Like the reader, I am incredibly inexperienced so writing a relationship has been a bit of a challenge and half the time I don't believe the actual words I'm writing. But I really only started writing it as a way to write down my daydreams :) So to have support means the world to me, and hearing people comment/DM me saying how much they relate has meant so much and makes me feel a lot less alone, because ultimately, it doesn't matter how fictional it is, most of reader's feelings are my own. To anyone else in the same boat, I get you! Hang in there. I think there's a Pedro out there for us all. Someday. Anywho, pardon my ramble. Thank you for reading, I hope you like it. ❤

The next morning, you woke up and stretched your limbs, rolling over in your comfortable bed as the sunshine poured in through the window. At the shuffling of your body, Skipper groaned, wiggling a little in bed, nearly shoving you off the edge. You reached for your phone, blinking through your sleep a couple times before seeing a text from Pedro. “Good morning beautiful! I can't wait for our date today. I was thinking maybe we could start around 2:30 and spend the day together, if you'd like. But if that's too much, we can just make it a dinner date. Up to you which you would prefer. I understand either way. Love you ❤️”

He wants to spend the whole day with me!? And he sent me a good morning text and called me beautiful? Then signed it with a heart and love you?!!!! How did I get this man?

Your grin eclipsed your face, making you squint. If Mr. Grumpybutt weren't sharing the bed with you, you'd probably squeal and kick your feet. Tapping your phone screen, you typed out a reply. “Morning handsome ❤️ I would love nothing more than to spend the day with you. I love you too!” You sent the message before crawling out of bed gently, receiving a dirty look from Skip.

“Alright Grump. Go back to bed. Geez,” you laughed. If looks could kill, you thought. He turned back on his side, letting out a grumble and sigh, resulting in a laugh from you. Acts like he pays rent and works 40 hours a week…

You took a relaxing shower, making sure to be all nice and fresh for your date with the man of your dreams. While brushing your teeth, you noticed he had replied. “Great, I can't wait. I'll be at your place at 2:30. :)”

“Can't wait to see you. What do you have planned? I'm wondering how to dress.”

“Wear whatever you feel good in, baby. I'm sure you'll look amazing. Probably something casual you can walk around comfortably in for the day. Maybe something a little dressier for the evening, but you don't need to carry it around. We will make a stop at your place before and you can change”

Wow he really has this planned out.

“What have you got planned, P? This sounds elaborate. You know you don't need to put in all that effort, I'm already yours ❤️”

“You deserve the world, my love.”

Dressed in a pair of leggings and a light sweater, you felt reasonably cute while still being comfortable for whatever activity Pedro had in mind. Plus, with the crisp November air, you would be nice and warm. You were just finishing tying your sneakers when your doorbell rang.

You opened the door to find your handsome boyfriend standing on your step, a bouquet of red roses in his hand. “Mi amor,” he handed you the roses, kissing your cheek and hand. “Thank you Pedro,” your cheeks heated. “Come in,” you pulled his hand across the doorway towards the living room. Skipper pushed past you to investigate, causing Pedro to drop your hand.

“Well there he is! That handsome boy!” Skipper’s tail wagged and his butt wiggled as Pedro crouched to give ear scratches. “Oh, I love you too,” Pedro answered when Skip kissed his face frantically. A fit of giggles erupted from Pedro, making your heart swell with joy. He has the cutest laugh, and the fact that your dog is causing it was surreal.

“You're just a beautiful boy! Aren't you?! Hermoso, igual que tu mamá,” he held Skipper’s face, kissing his nose. (Beautiful, just like your mama)

Your chest was filled with butterflies. Holy shit, he's charming. “Thank you, Pedro,” you said in a whisper, not even sure if he would hear. Turning his head from your dog, Pedro looked up at you, giving you a gentle smile; but the eye contact was quickly torn away when Skipper pressed a needy paw to Pedro's chest. Both of you now giggling, Pedro continued to pet Skipper, stopping to give him a hug and some more nose kisses.

“Alright. I gotta ask…” you prompted, causing Pedro to turn his head towards you again. “Are you just dating me to hang out with my dog?” You smirked.

Pedro turned back to Skipper, speaking in a low voice. “She's catching on to us buddy. We've been made.” You burst out laughing, Skipper looking over at you as if his plan really had been foiled.

Pedro gave a final pat on Skipper’s head before standing and walking over to you. “Nonsense,” he pecked a kiss to your lips. “I do love that sweet boy of yours,” he replied before turning his face to whisper in your ear. “But I'm absolutely enamored with you, Mamacita.” The hair on your neck stood as a chill rushed down your spine. You bit your lower lip, and he stared back into your eyes, leaning in for a passionate kiss.

“You look beautiful,” he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“You look rather handsome, yourself,” you replied. His hair was brushed back and to the side, his curls neatly swept and threatening to break free around his face. You wondered whether he asked for help to make his hair look extra nice for your date or if he styled it himself.

Running your fingertips over his patched salt and pepper beard, your hands found the small heart shaped patches near his chin. You brushed your thumb over his jaw before leaning in to press a kiss on the bare skin, causing his eyes to close as he let out a sigh. The whiskers tickled your cheeks as you continued kissing up his jawline, back across his cheek, and on his nose before pulling away to look into his eyes.

He opted to not wear glasses today, allowing you a closer look into his deep brown eyes which were softening under your gaze. “You ready to go, baby?” He asked you, his hand on your hip as he rubbed circles with his thumb.

“Absolutely,” you smiled. He wore a pair of dark jeans, tennis shoes, and a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearm. He looked absolutely… incredible.

While you were grabbing your bag, he grabbed Skipper's leash. “Is Skipper coming too?” You asked, confused.

Skipper was twirling now, impatient to go somewhere.

“Sure is! Couldn't leave him out. But don't worry, you and I will have the night to ourselves,” he winked.

You looked downward, feeling shy and flushed. “Okay,” you giggled, clipping Skip to his leash and heading for the door.

“Do you want to take my car? You'll get dog hair and slobber in yours,” you offer.

“I don't mind! I love dogs,” Pedro replied, opening the door for Skipper to climb in the back seat. After closing the door, he opened the passenger door for you. Such a gentleman, you thought with a sigh, getting in and thanking him.

As the car sped along, you looked over at your boyfriend driving the car. Boyfriend! That'll never get old… you thought to yourself. The air conditioning blew the few loose strands of hair on the top of his head, and his left hand gripped the wheel, making the veins on his hand prominent. With his right hand, he reached over, holding your left in his, resting on top of your thigh.

He really did look beautiful. You couldn't help but stare at him as he expertly drove the car, hand flexing as he turned the wheel. His mouth pursed and he licked his lips, his tongue slowly jutting out to wet them.

Damn, I want those lips on mine. That tongue in my mouth, you thought, feeling rather warm, despite the air conditioning swirling around the car.

“So where are we spending the day?” You asked, trying to quiet the flames of attraction licking at your pulse.

“It's a surprise! But we're almost there,” he answered, rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand.

Pedro looked in the side mirror and laughed. “Babe, look at Skipper.”

You looked to see him with his head out the window, ears and lips blown back with the wind, his tongue lolled out to the side and blowing with the speed of the vehicle.

You both chuckled before you warned him, “your car is going to be covered in slobbers, Pedro!” He gave another quick look to Skipper before replying. “That's okay. It'll help me remember this day until I wash it again,” he looked over at you and smiled. It felt so natural. So… domestic, the two of you sitting in the car, going on a date, him holding your hand while driving, and the two of you laughing at your dog in the back seat. It was just perfect. Everything you dreamed.

He wasn't joking when he said you were almost there. It was only about five more minutes until the car pulled into the parking lot of the dog-friendly beach.

Stepping out of the vehicle, you took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar smell of salty sea air and hearing the chatter of gulls. The breeze blew your hair gently, but the day was relatively warm for November.

After the three of you exited the car, Pedro opened the trunk, pulling out a large picnic basket and tote bag. “You really came prepared, didn't you? Pedro, this is really special. Thank you.” Your eyes felt teary and the smile you held was genuine. Nobody has ever put this much effort into anything for you. Other than him.

“You don't need to thank me. I want you to be happy and I want the three of us to have a nice day,” he added, pecking your lips.

“Wait.. Pedro,” you frowned. “It looks kind of crowded. Should I be nervous about paparazzi or anything?” Your stomach bubbled with nervous energy.

“Don't worry, sweetheart. Celebs come here all the time. I've come here before. If they do, they might take pictures, but usually it's pretty low-key here. Try not to worry too much. I want you to have a nice time,” he squeezed your hand affectionately.

“Okay. I trust you,” you smiled at him as the three of you walked towards the sand, finding a nice place to picnic. Pedro unpacked, laying down a large blanket before setting up the spread of sandwiches, veggies, and fruit. He offered you a cold drink from the basket and the two of you sat, using a metal stake to secure Skipper’s leash near your blanket. He flopped onto his side, content to be sunbathing with some of his favorite people.

The lunch consisted of peaceful conversations and laughter, learning more about each other despite having talked for several months now. It seemed you could never run out of conversation topics. But even in the quiet moments, it wasn't uncomfortable. It felt relaxing. You were both content being able to sit together in silence and just enjoy each other's company.

After your meal, you packed up the basket and headed for the car again to put the things away, opting for a walk unburdened by carrying items across the sand. Neither of you brought a swimsuit today, but despite the California sun, it was still November, and the Pacific ocean was never really warm, even in the middle of summer. That didn't seem to bother Skipper very much though. As the two of you walked hand in hand near the water, barefoot in the wet sand, he ran laps around Pedro holding him on the leash, occasionally splashing through the shallow water before joining close by his family again.

He would definitely need a bath later, but you didn't mind. He was happy splashing around, having a great day. You were happy walking with the man of your dreams, fingers intertwined together. Everything felt right. You weren't even nervous, despite the way Pedro looked like the most handsome man you've ever seen, or the fact that he was famous, and that you occasionally received stares from other beach goers. Instead of the usual first-date nerves people get, you just felt love.

“So,” he started excitedly, “Obviously I have most of this date planned, but I also wanted to check in with you and see if you had anything particular in mind that you wanted to do together.”

You thought for a second, letting a memory burn into your thoughts. “Well,” you began, "I don't want to sound like a total creepy fan or anything...” you added, cautiously. You kinda were, with all the photos of him you had saved on your phone (prior to deleting them before your first meeting in person). But that's not important right now, and he probably doesn't need to know that. Maybe it can be a funny story later.

Pedro laughed, that cute little wheezy laugh he does with his giant smile that makes your stomach do somersaults. Those same somersaults you've been getting since you first saw that smile on the screen and knew you were absolutely screwed until you got over this crush. Or, unexpectedly, when you walked hand-in-hand with him, like you were now.

“But…?” he pondered, looking down at you sideways, with a playful smirk and those big brown eyes that could make you lose your mind. They absolutely glittered in the sunlight right now, reflecting all the joy and love he felt for you.

“Okay maybe I'm a little creepy…” you nudged him with your side, still gripping his hand in yours as the two of you walked peacefully. The beach was crowded, but you and him, and Skipper, were the only ones here as far as either of you were concerned. There could be a loud scream and it wouldn't compare to the squealing in your mind. A firework show would simply feel like a projection of your sparks. A tornado couldn't sweep you off your feet as well as he could.

“Is this where you tell me you've been watching me sleep through my window for the past three years or something?” He raised an eyebrow, playful smile still on his face as he licked his lips.

“What?” You squeaked, laughing. “No. I mean… I did have some pictures saved of you, and have maybe read a fictional story or two about you and your characters…” or a few thousand, you thought.

You cringed. Why the fuck did I say that out loud?!

Your cheeks felt hot and you diverted your eyes away from the man beside you, a nervous grimace painted across your mouth. He barked out a laugh, pulling you into his side for a hug. “Baby, you're cute. I don't mind that you used to read those. I don't even mind if you still do. No different than a book, right? Maybe it'll give us some fun date ideas.” He rested his head on top of yours innocently.

Oh, if only he knew the things you read.

“Right. Fun date ideas,” you smirked to yourself. He pulled away to look at you, eyebrow raising playfully.

“Sweetheart,” he interrogated in the same tone you use when Skipper steals a sock from the laundry, “what kind of stories are you reading about me and my characters, huh?” He lifted your chin to meet his eyes. You'd feel nervous from his tone if he didn't flash a smug, knowing grin at you.

“Oh, you know…” you shrugged. “Just the typical romance stuff,” you turned, facing him and resting your hand on his chest, tracing a circle over his heart with your finger. You felt his pulse pick up under your touch, and saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed.

“What kind of thoughts are going through that pretty head of yours?” He asked, raising his brow while you continued tracing little hearts into his shirt with your index finger.

“Wouldn't you like to know?” You winked before removing your hand from his chest. Starting to walk away, you continued your earlier statement. “Anyway, as I was saying-”

“Oh, no you don’t,” he interrupted, laughing. “Don't think you're getting out of this conversation that easy,” he gently pulled your forearm, stopping your movement and sending you twirling into his arms once again.

“Maybe someday I'll tell you,” you giggled, booping his nose.

“Someday? Why not tell me now?” He ran his thumb over your lip, eyes drifting down quickly before returning to your eyes.

“I'll show you the fanfics I read about you when I know you're stuck with me and you aren't going to run for the hills,” you laughed nervously, only partially joking.

His playful demeanor vanished before your eyes, turning into a look of… concern? Oh no. This is it. Where he realizes what a mistake he made. Where he says he doesn't want to be together. Where he breaks my heart.

He gently held your arm, rubbing soft strokes. “Honey. What are you talking about?” His soft brown eyes searched your face. You gulped, not wanting to make eye contact, but he again pulled your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “I…” you floundered for the words. “I don't want to scare you away.”

“Why would I be scared away?” he asked in almost a whisper, concern and sadness lacing his features.

“Because I just had this huge, huge crush on you. So, I read fanfics and I saved all your photos and I watched all your movies. I spent more time on social media looking for updates on you. Just so I could see you, or imagine what being with you would feel like. Like a total crazy person. An absolute psycho creeper.”

“Baby…” he brushed his thumb over your cheek. “You aren't any of those things. I actually think that’s kind of sweet. Although, it makes me a little sad thinking about the pain you must have felt, having these strong feelings and not having found each other yet.” He brushed your hair out of your face, settling his other hand on your waist before continuing.

“Feelings make us feel a little crazy sometimes, and although I never read fanfiction about you, or had any pictures to save, I would be lying if I said I didn't take a screenshot of us that first night you showed me your face.” He rubbed his neck bashfully.

Fanfic about me? What? If that even exists, I gotta see what people are saying…

“You did?” His admission surprised you, to say the least. He sighed before answering. “Yes. I had - have,” he corrected himself, “a pretty big crush on you too, baby. But I felt like I was betraying you in a way, taking a picture of you during our video chat. I just wanted to remember your face if I never saw it again,” he sighed.

“I fell in love with you the first time I heard your song... I heard you sing about your feelings and daydreams. So… you admitting about fanfiction and pictures isn't all that surprising.” You lowered your eyes in embarrassment.

“Hey, look at me.” He stroked your cheek. You looked up and he continued. “I took that picture because I had already fallen so head-over-heels for you that the first time I saw your face, I stopped breathing. Although I knew I wouldn't be able to get the image of you out of my mind, I couldn't risk forgetting the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life.”

You dropped your gaze again, cheeks feeling a permanent state of warmth and butterflies dancing from your stomach to your chest. “You don't honestly mean that, Pedro.” You sighed. “I appreciate it, but there's no way. I really don't know what you could ever see in someone like me,” you whispered, barely audible. If you weren't standing so close, he would've missed it.

Instead of responding, he dropped his arms from your body. At the loss of contact, your heart sank. But when you lifted your head to meet his eyes, he was fishing around his pocket for his phone. Calling an Uber to leave? Your self-doubt pestered.

A few taps to his screen later and he held up his phone. There you were, sitting at your table in your favorite dress, with your favorite food and flowers on the table. You had the biggest smile on your face and in the bottom corner, you could see Pedro looking handsome as always, and absolutely smitten with you, the largest grin painted across his features.

At the sight of the image, your heart warmed. “See what you mean to me?” He asked, putting his phone back into his pocket. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you,” you choked out, leaning forward to mold your lips to his. They fit together perfectly. Like they were made for each other. He pressed back before opening his mouth ever so slightly to lick at your lips. Matching his movements, your tongues met, dancing a waltz in exploration as he pulled you forward by your lower back, seeming as if trying to get as close as possible somehow.

As the two of you paused for air, he ran his hand further down your back, just barely grazing the dip of your spine where your torso meets your butt. He gave you a look, almost to determine your reaction, asking permission to let his hand continue. When you didn't back away, going as far as pulling him closer around his neck and leaning in for another kiss, he pressed his lips against yours in return and let his hands wander a little further down. When his hand wrapped around the cheek of your ass, you squeaked. This is new… and I like it, you thought. His whole hand fit across your cheek. His huge hands. You whimpered as he gave a squeeze, like he was claiming you as his own.

“I love you too.” He finally responded, pulling out of the kiss to search your eyes. “So tell me… what was this activity you wanted to add to our date? The one you fear makes you sound like a creepy fan?” He let out a small laugh, brushing your nose with his.

“This,” you replied, pressing another kiss.

“Kissing?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over your waist and resting his forehead to yours. “I think we've already been doing that, if I'm not mistaken.” He pecked your lips with his.

“Yes,” you kissed. “Well,” kiss. “Actually,” you pulled away enough to explain. “I read this interview you gave a few years ago about your ideal first date?”

“Yeah?”

“You said something about ‘a date that doesn't feel like a date. And

hopefully by the end, or throughout, very

good kissing.” You said, slightly cautious at your memorization, a bit nervous at the implication of what you're saying.

“Oh, is that what you want?” He flashed his eyes up to look at you, giving a devilish smirk.

“Well, as someone who hadn't been kissed yet when I read it, I sorta lost my mind over it,” you laughed. “Obviously we've kissed before, but if it were up to me your lips would never leave mine,” you pressed your lips to his again.

“I think we should be able to make that happen,” he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours before pulling you in for another kiss. “Mmmm” you sighed, pulling away from his lips. “Never gets old.” You held his hand in yours, the two of you walking again down the beach.

“So I was thinking,” he began, “since you said you deleted all your photos, and I only have the one, maybe we could make some new photos… together,” the corner of his mouth turned up into a crooked smile. You grinned and nodded excitedly. “Please!”

Pulling out his phone, the two of you took several photos together. Some just smiling, some with Skipper, and your personal favorites, the ones with him kissing you. This will make for a perfect lockscreen, you imagined.

As you approached the edge of a rocky cliffside at the end of the beach, a sea lion barked in the distance. Skipper perked up, tilting his head and letting his ears twitch before returning a “boof.” The two of you laughed, ushering your dog away from making any wild ocean friends, and headed towards the boardwalk.

After grabbing an ice cream at a candy shop, you were so deep in conversation and laughter that you didn't notice the girl off to the side looking nervous. Slowly she walked over. Skipper put up his guard, but as she approached, she gave a kind wave. “Hi… I'm sorry to bother you. I'm a big fan of you both.”

“Us… both?!” You responded, surprised. Pedro shook his head with a laugh before thanking the fan.

“Of course! Your music is amazing! I listen to it on my way home from work everyday. I relate to so many of your songs.”

“Wow, thank you so much. I never expected to be recognized. You're so kind,” you replied honestly.

She asked for a photo with you both, and after obliging, she mentioned before leaving, “by the way, I was following all the news that went down. I just want to say I think it's cute how you guys got together and you make a really cute couple. Okay bye! Thank you again!!” And with that, she scurried away, leaving you to look at Pedro in surprise. “Wow” you replied with a laugh. “I can't believe I'm getting recognized,” you spoke quietly.

“How do you feel about it?” Pedro asked cautiously.

“I feel… okay, so far. This was a nice interaction, and even though people keep looking at us… being able to be out in public with you, to show my face, kiss you, hug you, hold your hand,” you gave his hand a squeeze, “it makes it all worth it.”

“I couldn't agree more,” he looked into your eyes, giving a soft smile. You matched his expression before his face slowly faded into concern. “Do you think work will go okay for you? Now that it's out there?”

You took a deep breath, walking a few more steps with him down the boardwalk before replying. “I don't know. I guess so. Or… I hope so at least. I've had a few of my friends and coworkers message me kind words of encouragement. So at least I'll have some people on my side, even if anyone else has something to say. But really, they shouldn't. They already know me. They knew I liked you,” you leaned into him. “So they should be happy for me if anything. And if not, then… well, they didn't deserve to be my friend anyway,” you shrugged. “But I think I might take some time off to figure out everything, career wise,” you added. Still leaning into his side, Pedro unlatched his fingers from yours, opting to reach his arm around you, giving your shoulder a squeeze and rubbing soft circles into your upper arm.

“Baby,” Pedro began, his voice vibrating through your body as he leaned his head on yours, “I’m so proud of you. Have I told you how strong I think you are?” Your cheeks warmed and you grinned. “Thank you Pedro,” you wrapped your arms around his waist to hug him. “But I don't think I'm that strong. I struggle to open pickle jars just like the rest of us,” you joked.

Pedro gave a quiet snort. “You know what I mean, honey,” he laughed. “I don't mean physical strength. Though I'm sure you could hold your own in an arm wrestle, I mean your ability to handle all of this thrown at you so quickly. Your ability to adapt and stay cheerful about everything. You just keep continuing to amaze me,” he pulled his head away from yours to meet your gaze. He smiled softly and you thanked him.

“I don't feel very strong,” you mumbled, breaking away from his stare. “You are, though. You're strong, smart, beautiful. Talented. Passionate,” he kissed your lips.

“Pedro, I love you, but you always seem to use all these words I don't feel. You see me as someone completely different than the way I've always seen myself. I want to believe you, but-” you sighed. “No one else has ever shown any indication that those are true,” you pouted, trying not to tear up.

“Hey, hey, whoa. Stop,” he halted your movements, pulling your chin up to his face. “Maybe they didn't see you, but I do. I feel all those things about you, and I'll spend every single day trying to prove it. I told myself I wouldn't get involved in romance a long time ago. But you changed all that.”

His chocolate brown eyes felt like they looked directly into your soul as he attempted to unravel your self-doubt. With a deep breath, you calmed enough to reply. “I love you, and I feel all those things for you as well. I'm glad you opened yourself up to love again.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. “I'm glad I met you” you sucked his lip. “I'm glad you're mine.” You kissed him again, deepening it, letting your tongue press gently to his and tangling together in passion before pulling away.

Skipper had completely rolled into his side in wait for you both, between the conversation and the kissing. When the two of you broke away with matching grins, you looked over to see the sun had sunk down to the border between sky and ocean. In its wake was a bright orange sky, with pink, purple, and yellow streaks mixed in, as if a painter had gotten a bit too carried away with the paints. It was blindingly beautiful.

Drawn to it like moths, the three of you walked towards the shoreline once again. You started to sit, but Pedro pulled you into his chest and fished for his phone.

You gave him a confused look before he kissed you deeply and held out his arm. Unlatching his lips from yours with a pop, he held up his phone to you with a smile. In front of the vibrant ocean sunset, the silhouette of a couple shared a loving kiss. For once, it was you in this couple photo. You and the man you love.

You walked a little farther down the sand before sitting down just above the line of wet sand to admire the sunset. Pedro sat behind you, his legs on either side of you while you lay back into his chest. As you leaned into him, he hugged around your body, molding himself to you and tracing light circles into the skin on your arms, making the hairs stand on end and a shiver to run down your spine.

Skipper flopped down nearby, clearly sleepy after a long walk and plenty of new smells. You ran a gentle hand down his back until you heard soft snores, then let him sleep, leaning your head on Pedro’s arm around your shoulder. “This sunset is beautiful,” you sighed, watching as the sun descended further below the ocean. It looked as if it was sinking deep below the surface, offering its light to the deep sea anglerfish miles below.

“It is amazing,” Pedro agreed, staring at you. “But my view is even better,” he added, and you could feel his eyes on the side of your face as he kissed your shoulder. You looked over at him, meeting his eyes, now sparkling with the orange of the sky. “Mine too,” you whispered, tilting your head to press another kiss to his lips.

When the sun went down completely, you headed to the car and Pedro drove back to your place so you could get ready for dinner.

Pedro sat on the couch patiently, stroking the fur on Skip’s back while he snoozed, his head in Pedro's lap. In your bedroom, you searched for the perfect outfit to wear, finally deciding on a nice dress and sweater.

Hopefully the restaurant isn't too cold, you thought.

Walking out of the bedroom, you joined your boys in the living room, only to be greeted by Pedro’s jaw hitting the floor. “Te ves tan hermosa mi amor,” he stuttered in Spanish, flipping languages so easily when he was overcome with emotion. (You look so gorgeous my love.)

He gently stood, sliding out from below your dog, before walking over to you. His eyes scanned your body from head to toe and back up again, making you feel nervous. “You… you look… wow.” He rubbed his hand over his chin, his thumb grazing his lip. His pupils grew, making his eyes ever-so-slightly darker. You shivered under his gaze.

At your shiver, his demeanor shifted. “Shit, are you cold? Baby, you look incredible, but if you're cold -”

“I'm not cold, Pedro,” you interrupted.

“Are you sure? I saw you shiver.” He stepped towards you, touching your arm. A buzz crept under your skin like a live wire. “It wasn't from the cold…” you replied.

“It wasn't from-?” He paused, the realization hitting him as he understood your shiver wasn't from cold but frankly.. the opposite. “Oh,” he hummed, settling his hand on your hip and stepping closer.

Another chill.

“Feeling excited for our date, huh?” His voice caressed into your ear as he kissed his way down your neck, pausing to take gentle nibbles on the skin of your collarbone, neck, and chin, before pulling you in by your waist to press a deep kiss to your mouth, his tongue finding yours.

This was starting to feel natural, kissing. And you two were getting good at it together. Knowing just the way his tongue moved, finding just the spot to make you whine. You even managed to find a spot of him that made a groan slip from his lips nearly every time. Kissing him was addicting, and you had no intention of kicking the habit.

He pulled away, pulling your lip with his teeth as you let out a slight hiss. “I'd love to do this all night, but I promised you dinner, my love,” he kissed your cheek, his beard scratching your face just right. You sighed, agreeing to dinner and taking a minute step back. It felt much warmer in the room than before, and you could tell he felt the same. As your eyes drifted across his body, he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, clearing his throat. Slowly sweeping his eyes down his body, it was evident you both wanted something beyond dinner.

But the gentleman he is, Pedro stepped forward again, taking your hand and leading you toward the door.

Pulling up to the curb, Pedro opened your door for you before handing his keys to the valet. Linking his arm with yours, the two of you walked into an elegant Italian restaurant. He gave the waitress his name, and she led you back to a secluded room where a single booth sat.

The room was dimly lit, illuminated by candles and twinkling fairy lights. They lined the ceiling, mimicking the starry sky, were it not for the smog of the city. You two walked toward the only booth, settled against the nook of a window, draped with a soft, thin white curtain covering the view from outside. Only the reflection of street lights peered through the thin drapery.

Sliding into the booth, Pedro sat next to you, close enough to touch, yet due to the curve of the corner booth, you were able to converse without craning your neck awkwardly. At the center of the table was a single red rose in a vase, sat next to the glow of a candle. The table itself was rounded and draped with an elegant dark red tablecloth.

Grabbing the triangular folded napkin off your plate, you folded it across your lap, Pedro doing the same. He reached over to you, taking your hand in his. He rolled his hand over the top of yours, linking his fingers between your own and giving a gentle squeeze while offering a soft smile.

You looked into his eyes, searching for the words he might be thinking. In his eyes you only found love and appreciation, pure happiness oozing from his features. When the waitress came back, she set a basket of bread with butter on the table and took your orders.

The night went smoothly, chatter filling the empty spaces while you enjoyed your meals. “Pedro, I know this is technically our first date, but I gotta say, I think I consider our video chat for my album as the first date. It was the first time I felt like I might actually have a shot with you. You put so much effort into that night and it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me. I didn't know I could fall for you any harder than I was, but you proved me wrong. And even though we didn't say it was a date, and I didn't have much experience before you, it felt more like a date than anything I had ever felt before. You're a real romantic, P.”

He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “That felt like the first date to me too. I knew for sure that I loved you that night.” Your cheeks heated, and you leaned your head on his shoulder.

It was only when the bill arrived that you broke apart. Though you offered to pay, at least for your meal, Pedro wouldn't stand for that. After all, he told you, this date was his idea. So instead, you thanked him and left the restaurant the same way you entered, arms linked.

As Pedro pulled up outside of your home, you let out a sigh. It was already after 9 PM. You had spent nearly eight hours together and yet you dreaded the moment you'd be saying goodbye. It was almost that time already, yet it felt like only five minutes had passed.

Though the walk from Pedro’s car to your front door was rather short, you both managed to prolong it, walking as slow as possible. Clearly he wasn't ready for it to end either. Two love sick fools, just wanting to spend every moment together.

Teetering on the edge of goodbyes, you awkwardly stood by your door. There were no nerves at a first kiss, fortunately. There had been plenty of kisses shared today, and yesterday, and the day prior. In fact, if it weren't for breathing, eating, and other bodily functions, you'd be fine having your lips glued to his indefinitely.

So with that in mind, and the burning desire to spend more time together, as he said goodbye, placing a kiss to your lips and beginning to walk away, you grabbed his arm. “Wait,” you plead.

Pedro turned, looking at you as if you had something to say, or you had forgotten a sweater in the car. But instead, with your heart pounding in your ears, you quietly asked, “would you like to come in? I’m not quite ready to say goodbye.”

The question could be taken with so many potential implications, or none at all. All you knew for sure was that you wanted to spend more time with him. What happened next could be decided in the moment.

His eyes flashed surprise for a moment. He looked at you, trying to read your face for any details in your question, then stared at your front door before turning back to you and finally answering.

“I would love to,” he smiled.

And so the two of you walked through the threshold of your front door, buzzing with new possibilities just inside. But no matter how the rest of the evening takes place, you were in love, and for once, you were loved back.

The end! Thank you for reading! Stay tuned for the bonus tracks, and once again I'd love to hear what you think! Reblogs are appreciated as well :)

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brotherwtf · 2 months ago

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for the angsty ideas what about clegan mutual pining for like the entire war and then gale is like "wanna be my best man lmao" because he thinks john doesn't reciprocate his feelings so he will just marry marge. at the wedding they are both in so much pain but say NOTHING. they sort of lose contact after that because the reminder of what could have been is so painful and then one day gale gets the news john died of a heart attack and he just about goes clinically insane. at the funeral john's wife then hands him a letter from john in which he confesses all his feelings to gale and gale has to live with that for the rest of his life.

i am breaking my own heart lol

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?? ANON YOU'RE EVIL

anyway, sobbing

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John had a look in his eye that day.

He always seemed to have a look in his eye, one that was only reserved for Gale. An almost twinkle, a wink sort of, but at Gale's wedding it seemed to be an almost melancholy stare to it.

Even after the wedding, when John cornered him in the bathroom and asked him if he was doing something he'd regret, Gale couldn't look him in the eye because of how much he did regret doing this. Marrying Marge, starting a family. It wasn't what he wanted. What he wanted was right in front of him, but he could never say that to him. Not in this lifetime.

Gale could have died the day he received the phone call from Josephine. The day she said that John had succumbed to his illness, the day that John died.

He felt his heart rip in half, almost fell to ground when he hung up the phone. He had to brace himself against the wall to stop himself from vomiting, he could feel his stomach twisting and his head swimming.

Marge could tell something was wrong, and didn't accompany him to the funeral. She said it would be best if Gale went by himself.

Even at the funeral Gale felt out of place. He lurked at the edges of the memorial, standing out in his military dress greens amongst a sea of black. He kept his crusher cap over his eyes so no one could see the tears that welled up in his eyes as he saw John in his casket, far too young, but still as handsome as when Gale met him in flight school. He put his hand on the edge of the casket, wishing he could reach forward and grab John's head, maybe even daring to press a kiss to his forehead, but he clenched his fist and turned away, wandering to the edge of the cemetery and watching the rest of the memorial from afar.

Afterwards, Josephine came up to him and embraced him, kissing his cheek and giving him a sad smile. Gale smiled as much as he could back at her, hating how he felt a pang of jealousy at the ring in her finger.

"I'm sorry, Gale, I knew how much he meant to you," Josephine says and Gale shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders.

"He was my best friend, I'm sorry for your loss, Josephine," Gale mutters back and Josephine gives him a tight smile.

She opens her coat and pulls a thick envelope from the pocket, paper an old cream color from age. She hands it to Gale with another tight smile.

"John wanted me to give this to you when he passed, I mean it Gale, you meant a lot to him," Josephine says and squeezes Gale's arm again.

Gale's hands shook as he took the letter, recognizing John's scratchy handwriting that scrawled "Buck" across the paper. His throat feels scratchy again and his eyes well up, but he just gives Josephine a smile before practically bolting back to his car.

Back at the car, his hands shake as much as they did the first time he flew when he broke the seal of the letter, slipping the aged paper from the envelope into his hands, trembling as he tries to read the words.

Buck, Gale,

I've always been bad at these sort of things, you know, talking about what I'm feeling. You've always been better at that sort of stuff than me. But the doc said I'm sick, terminal or something like that, so I'm going to try my best to say what I want to say.

While the war was hell on earth, while every second I was up in the air or on the ground waiting for you, I was glad I was able to do it with you. You're my best friend, Buck, but I think that what I feel for you is far more than how best friends should feel for each other. Seeing you with Marge always made me unreasonably jealous, sometimes I wished I could be her instead, I wish I could be the one on your arm instead. What I'm feeling, I know it ain't natural between two men, but I had to tell you sometime or another.

When you get this, I will probably be dead, and you'll probably hate me for what I've just said. But before you burn this letter and forget about me forever, I just want to say; I love you, Gale. More than a man should love another man. I love you so much, and you kept me alive much longer than I ever thought I would. I wish I could have said this to you in person, but the thought of losing you was too much for me to bear.

We were the only B-17's left, Gale, and I'm sorry I have to leave you behind.

Yours,

Bucky

Gale can't breathe.

His hands shake and he drops the paper into his lap, pressing a hand to his mouth and sobbing something great and ugly. It rips from him like a wild animal's anguished cry, and he lurches forward onto the steering wheel, shaking even more as he sobs again. Gale manages to grab the paper again and presses it to his lips, kisses the way that John signed his name and tries not to smudge the words with his tears.

John loved him. The same goddamn way that Gale loved him back.

And now it was too late.

#clegan #mota #buck x bucky #john egan #gale cleven #asks

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awkwardtickleetoo · 2 months ago

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hey….. it’s been a while…

no but seriously it has been a while and i did Nottt mean for that to happen lmao. it really just happened on its own, work has been kicking my ass lately and it’s been hard to get into the right groove for writing with all that. but!! ideally (if all goes well) i’ll be able to become a little bit more consistent in the near future, so be on the lookout for that 😎

but, as for THIS fic, this is actually… dream’s birthday fic… only a month and a half late :D

but. i won’t let that stop me. this is the 2nd of 3 parts to this new birthday series, part 1 for sapnap’s birthday can be found here. this is also combined with an idea that is YEARS old, originally spoken about in a post linked here, this is just an ask i answered that explains the concept a little more :D

without further ado… enjoy dreamie’s birthday fic <3

lee!george, lee!sapnap, ler!dream, 5.2k words

“Oh, good,” Dream said with a smile as he stepped into Sapnap’s bedroom, seeing both him and George sitting on the bed– attached at the hip, just like he’d hoped. “You’re both in here.”

They both looked up at him from where they sat, Sapnap cross-legged and hunched over George, who was leaning back on one elbow to look down at Sapnap’s phone with him, his legs hanging off the edge of the bed. They looked relaxed, comfortable in each other’s presence, and it almost made Dream feel bad for what he was about to do to them.

Almost.

“What’s up?” Sapnap muttered, leaning over George to put his phone on his nightstand. They both waited in silence for Dream to continue as he made his way over to the bed, flopping down onto his stomach– shaking the bed in the process, which made the other two giggle– and propping himself up on his elbows to maintain eye contact.

“Remember what we did on Sapnap’s birthday earlier this year?” Dream asked, biting his lip through a smile and raising his eyebrows at them as he waited for them to think of what he meant. His legs swayed in the air behind him as a few seconds passed, his eyes flicking between the two of them, and he saw a wave of realization wash over both of their faces, nearly at the exact same moment. He watched as a smug smile formed on Sapnap’s face at the memory, and George scoffed, looking down at the Houston Rockets throw blanket beneath him and fiddling with the corner of it bashfully.

“Oh, I remember,” Sapnap said, and he and Dream both chuckled, though not for the same reason. “I’m sure George does too, don’t you?” Sapnap teased, reaching up to pinch George’s slightly pink-tinted cheek.

“Shut up,” He grumbled, smacking Sapnap’s hand away and looking over at Dream. “Why do you ask?”

“Well,” Dream started, his smile widening. “You know what day it is,” He finalized, smiling when George’s eyes widened immediately, looking over to Sapnap as he furrowed his eyebrows, thinking, then seemed to get it as well.

August 11th.

“Oh,” Sapnap said, brows raised again, blinking slowly at Dream, who was still staring at both of them.

“Oh,” Dream teased, mimicking Sapnap’s anxious tone, wildly entertained by the change of atmosphere in the room. “So, same rules? I’m thinking same rules,” Dream continued, not wasting any more time with his introduction. He moved to kneel in front of them, clearly ready to start as soon as possible.

“No– no, Dream just- just wait…” Sapnap protested, curling in on himself just slightly, holding his hand up to keep Dream away from him, even though he hadn’t made any further movements. He pulled his legs up to reinforce the barrier between both of them, but Dream only took it as an invitation to rest his hands on Sapnap’s knees, swaying his legs from side to side and making Sapnap chuckle at him.

“Wait for what?” He asked, his smirk growing as he shuffled forward on his knees. “If we’re doing this right, there’s no waiting.”

“I know, but–“ Sapnap began, but he was cut off by a yelp when Dream shoved him back with a hand on his chest, letting him fall flat against the bed and bounce a few times. “HEY–!” Before he could regain control, Dream had pushed one of his knees down flat and straddled his leg that was near the middle of the bed, closer to George, letting his other leg stay unbothered next to him. “DREAM!” Sapnap protested, smacking Dream’s hand off his chest and propping his free leg up again as he adjusted the hems of his hoodie and his shorts shyly. “You– you’re–“ He let out a scoff, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting, and Dream could only smile at him, resting his hand back on Sapnap’s propped up knee. “You’re such an idiot.”

“I know.” He turned his attention to George, who had been watching the whole time, perfectly still, hoping he could go unnoticed for as long as possible. “Your turn, pretty boy,” He said with a smirk. George’s eyes widened as he looked up, then looked away after barely a second of eye contact with Dream, biting his lip anxiously as he held back a nervous smile. “C’mon, George, it’s okay,” Dream coaxed, keeping his voice soft, approaching George as if he was a scared animal. He reached his arm out, motioning for George to move closer, earning him a nervous glance and a soft sigh from the older man. “Come on. You know you want to,” He teased, his smirk turning to a wide, fond smile when George scoffed and rolled his eyes at the claim. He chuckled, motioning once more with his hand, and George finally began slowly inching closer to the correct position. He groaned exasperatedly as he did so, spending the whole time acting as if he was practically dying, before swinging his legs up onto the bed and crossing his arms over his chest.

“…This is dumb,” He said quietly, looking over at Dream through his eyelashes, pouting like a little kid in hopes that Dream would just let it go.

“And?” Dream said, pulling George’s legs closer so he could mirror the position he had with Sapnap, throwing his leg over one of George’s to straddle both of his friends. George scoffed again, running his fingers through his hair, clearly stalling, and Dream couldn’t help but smile as he shoved at George’s shoulder and made him fall back with a groan. “Look, it’s fair, right? Sapnap got his turn, you’ll get yours, so I should get my turn too. I like to play with my toys, it’s only fair I get to on my birthday,”

“Oh my god,” Sapnap groaned, throwing his head back and laughing at the ridiculous words, making Dream laugh as well. “You’re so stupid, Jesus Christ.”

“Okay, whatever, shut up,” Dream said through his laughter, taking a moment to contain himself. “Anyway, same rules as last time, you just have to let me do whatever I want and you’re not allowed to stop me– obviously there’s a safe word, we can just use ‘Minecraft’ again if that’s okay with you guys,” Dream explained casually, noticing how red both of their faces had become as he waited for two nods to confirm what he was saying. “Okay, good. But before we start, I actually had an idea I wanna test out,” Dream said, and suddenly two sets of wide, nervous eyes were on him.

“…An idea?” Sapnap finally said, breaking the short silence as he swayed his knee back and forth where it sat up next to Dream.

“Yeah,” Dream said with a smile. “I was thinking about how I wanted to go about this, y'know? Like what stuff I wanted to do, and I realized, both of you have very specific, like… techniques and spots that work best for you– and so do I, don’t get me wrong, but I was just thinking about how different stuff works best for different people, right?” Dream explained. “So… I want to know what’ll happen if I switch that stuff up and try whatever works for one of you on the other,” Dream said with a smile, giggling softly when he felt George shift underneath him at the thought. “Oh, someone likes that idea, huh?”

“Shut up!” George whined, throwing his arms over his face and practically sinking into the sheets in embarrassment. “I don’t even know what that means.”

“Well, you’re about to find out, aren’t you?” He replied, and George groaned again, before letting out a sudden squeal when he felt big, familiar hands rest on his waist– not moving, but definitely preparing to. He flung his arms down, instinctively going to grab at Dream’s wrists, before stopping himself as he remembered the rules he so unfortunately agreed to.

“Don’t,” He mumbled, squeezing his fingers into fists and tensing his shoulders, awaiting an attack.

“You know I’m going to,” Dream said through a check-splitting smile, his tone soft and gentle. He couldn’t hide how enamored he was if he tried.

Then, suddenly, there were fingers scratching lightly under George’s arms, making him yelp and clamp his arms down as much as he could.

“AH– nohohoho, WHAHAT?!” George squeaked out, shaking his fists and squirming, trying to throw Dream’s hands away to no avail. “WHYHYHY would yohou stahahart THERE?!” He complained, eyebrows furrowing as he was immediately lost in helpless giggles.

“Because I know it works,” Dream replied, voice dripping with confidence, and George rolled his eyes even through his laughter. Without thinking, he attempted to raise his arms enough to grab onto Dream’s wrists, but it only allowed Dream to have better access to the spot, so he clamped his arms down very soon after.

“Oh myhyhy gohohohod!” George whined, instinctively resting his hands on Dream’s forearms where they happened to be in his reach, throwing his head back as his cheeks turned more pink. Dream couldn’t help but coo at him, unable to shake his wide smile as he watched George’s reactions to the light tickles.

He let his hands trail downwards, fingers curling around George’s sides as they moved, as if his hands were molded to hold onto George’s waist and never let go. He slipped his hands under George’s t-shirt, scratching unbearably lightly at the dip of his waist, making George gasp before falling into high pitched laughter.

“Nahahaha! Dreheheam, cohome ohohon!” He whined through his giggles, attempting to clamp his mouth shut to keep himself contained. His attempt was successful for barely a few seconds, before he broke into squeaky laughter, growing louder and more raspy with each passing moment. George groaned, squirming more and more as his reactions progressed, switching between holding onto Dream’s arms and throwing his hands over his face. “Okahahahay!” George pleaded, voice cracking in the middle and falling on deaf ears as Dream only giggled at him, scratching with two fingers instead of one. “Oh-KAHAHAY!” He raised his voice a little, trying to catch his breath, growing light headed from the sensation. Dream did listen that time, still laughing along with him as he held George’s waist again, squeezing soothingly as he let George catch his breath. “Jesuhus…”

”Sorry,” Dream apologized, though they all knew he didn’t really mean it. “I know that spot really drives you crazy. I just really wanted to do that.”

“Whatever,” George said with a scoff, crossing his arms over his chest and looking off to the side to avoid eye contact with either of the other two men.

Dream smiled at him, and then immediately jumped his hands over to latch onto Sapnap’s ribs, digging his fingers in harshly and vibrating them against his highest ribs with no warning whatsoever.

“OH, FUCK–“ Sapnap yelled out, clearly caught off guard and in shock from the sudden attack. He grabbed onto Dream’s wrists on instinct, before a sudden wave of hysterical laughter took over when his brain finally processed what was happening. “DREHEHEAM?!”

“What’s up?” Dream asked calmly, still smirking, while Sapnap squirmed wildly underneath his hands, kicking his free leg out against the bed in a useless attempt to expel some of the excess energy coursing through his veins.

“FUHUHUCK OHOHOFF!” Sapnap complained, bright red both from embarrassment and how hard he was laughing, taking in sharp breaths between his screams wherever he could. Dream simply continued on, eventually moving his cruel fingers under his arms instead, scratching and digging in, even when Sapnap clamped his arms down and arched his back, shaking his head wildly. “NOHOHO– DREHEHE–“ He tried a few more times to form words, attempting to throw insults and pleads at his assailant in hopes of reaching peace somehow, but nothing seemed to work. He let out a few whimpers and groans where he could, trying to convey his frustration without having to use words, and he knew that at least that was working, judging by Dream’s stupid, smug laughter he kept hearing in response. Eventually, just when he thought he couldn’t take any more, he heard Dream gasp softly, and the fingers torturing his underarms came to a merciful halt.

“Oh, wait! I wanna try something, hold on, hold on,” Dream said excitedly, and Sapnap closed his eyes and whined as he gratefully caught his breath, already exhausted from just the beginning of what he was sure would be a very long afternoon. “Relax, it’s okay, it might not even do anything, I just wanna see if this works on you like it does on George,” He explained, making George furrow his eyebrows and whip his head back around.

”What?!” George exclaimed, watching Dream guide one of Sapnap’s arms to rest outwards next to his head, and it hit him in seconds what Dream had planned. “Oh my god,” He groaned, throwing his hands over his blushing face.

”Oh, would you calm down, I’m not even doing it to you,” Dream teased, lacing his fingers with Sapnap’s to comfort him before trailing his fingers gently over his exposed tricep. He watched a smile form on Sapnap’s face, feeling his arm tense and jump a few times, but seeing no further reaction. “What does that feel like?”

”Ihit’s kinda nice actually,” Sapnap mumbled, making George scoff and curl in on himself even more, clearly flustered by the situation. “It doesn’t really feel lihike much thohough. It’s not that bahad…”

“Yeah, that’s kinda what I expected. Glad we know George is just extra ticklish here,” Dream teased again, earning a chuckle and a hum in agreement from Sapnap. Dream squeezed his hand gently, then pulled both his hands back and let Sapnap reposition himself how he wanted.

“Whatever, shut up, idiots,” George muttered, combing his fingers through his hair nervously. Just then, Dream switched back to him, gently slipping his hand under George’s shirt and swirling his fingertips in flowing circles over George’s ribs and tummy. “Oh myhy goooohohohoood…” George whined, curling his arms over his face now, fully hiding himself away in embarrassment. Dream let his fingers focus on George’s stomach, scratching over the sides, the lower portion, and swirling in circles around his belly button, making him squeal and tense up, before falling into more helpless giggles when Dream caught the edges in passing.

“You’re so cute,” Dream said quietly, unable to keep the thought inside his head any longer, and he felt Geogre’s tummy flutter under his finger as soon as he said it, as if the butterflies inside were trying to find their way out. “Oh, you liked that, huh, Georgie?”

”Shuhuhut uhuhup!” He complained, voice muffled behind his arms that flinched with the urge to come down, but he managed to control himself in favor of hiding his flushed face instead. Dream pulled his hands from under George’s shirt, keeping up the movements over the thin fabric for a few moments before trailing upwards. He gently guided George’s arms away from his face, ignoring his groans and whimpers as he did so, and then he traced his fingers lightly over George’s half-covered collarbones. George let out a squeal at the new feeling, one embarrassing enough to make him bite his bottom lip to quiet himself, but Dream moved on quickly. Instead, he trailed his nails over the sides of George’s neck, then traced along the underside of his jaw with his pointer fingers.

“This is a really good Sapnap spot, he loves it so much but it kills him,” Dream stated, earning a scoff from Sapnap and a hum from George, who’s entire body had relaxed with the new feeling, making Dream smile again as he continued. “This flusters you just as much as George’s triceps, right, Sap?” Dream asked, looking over to Sapnap, who squirmed under the attention and bit his lip as he fought between watching Dream’s fingers and looking away completely.

”I… choose not to comment on that,” He responded, pouting slightly as Dream kept looking at him, long enough to make him need to fully hide his face to get away from his knowing look. “Shut up! Stop– stop staring, you freak, get away from me,” He complained, and Dream giggled at his reaction before turning his attention back to George.

”He just kinda melts into it like a cat though, he loves it,” Dream punctuated his words by running his own fingers through George’s hair instead, pulling his hands back and letting George come back into his own reality. He chuckled as he watched George blink his eyes open, clearly not even realizing they’d been closed in the first place. He groaned, rubbing at his eyes with the backs of his knuckles, draping one arm back over his face and breathing slowly.

“He’s kitten for a reason,” Sapnap teased, reaching over to pat George’s free hand and laughing when George yanked it away to flip him off in return.

Sapnap’s victory was short lived, however, as Dream jumped back over to latch onto his hip bones, wrapping his hands around them and squeezing at the spot just above the bones like his life depended on it.

”WHAHAHA–“ Sapnap yelped, squirming as much as he could with Dream still sitting on top of his leg, caught off guard once again. “YOHOU CAHAHAN’T KEEP DOIHIHIHING THAHAHAHAT!”

“I think I can do whatever I want, actually,” Dream teased, and Sapnap shook his head as his laughter grew louder and more frantic the longer Dream continued. “Per the rules of the game that you made up, my baby boy.”

”Shuhuhut UHUHUHUP!” Sapnap whined, letting out another yell when Dream’s hands ventured down to the spot between his hips and thighs– a spot he knew both him and George were extremely familiar with. “NAHAHA– GEHEHET OHOHOFF!” Sapnap yelled, reaching down to grab at Dream’s hands, but he was brushed off faster than he could comprehend what was going on, let alone think clearly enough to try again. Instead, he bucked his hips as much as possible, grabbing at the soft blanket underneath them and twisting the fabric in his hands to ground himself.

“Oh, George hates this spot, like, so bad, he always acts like he’s gonna murder me when I get him here,” Dream explained, knowing Sapnap wasn’t listening to a word he was saying, but that it would still fluster George. George glanced over, seeing the spot Dream was focused on, a flustered smile forming on his face as he did so.

”I always want to,” He replied, and Dream chuckled, knowing he was being completely serious. “It’s fucking horrible.”

“YEHEHEHAH, I GEHEHEHET THAHAT NOHOHOW!” Sapnap replied, struggling to get any coherent thoughts through his brain, but still finding the energy to be snarky towards George. He sucked in a sharp inhale that sounded almost painful, and Dream took that as a sign to give him a break soon.

Not just yet, though.

“JESUS, FUHUHUCK, STOHOHOP!” Sapnap begged through his raspy, strained laughter, struggling under Dream’s body and hands, squirming desperately. “PLEHEHEHEASE–“ Sapnap’s broken pleading continued, and Dream decided to actually have some mercy on him, stopping the torture to press his palms into the area comfortingly, rubbing away the ghost tickles before they could form. Sapnap’s body immediately went limp, his breathing heavy as he got air back into his lungs, residual giggles making him shake as he pulled the pillow out from behind his head to hide his face in it.

“Awww,” Dream cooed, and George giggled at his reaction. “Is someone embarrassed?”

“Fuck off!” Sapnap scolded, voice muffled by the pillow, and the other two laughed at him again.

Dream gave him a few seconds to calm down, before he suddenly yanked his t-shirt up, then leaned down to blow a single raspberry right on his tummy. Sapnap squealed, his hands flying down to tangle his fingers in Dream’s loose curls, throwing the pillow away from his face in the process.

“NAHAHA–!” Sapnap shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut tight enough for tears to start forming in the corners from his laughter. Dream only smiled, blowing another raspberry, this time shaking his head slightly to make sure his beard scratched against Sapnap’s tummy to add to the feeling. “DREHEHEHAM,” He whined, the strength in his body nearly nonexistent by that point, as he squirmed his hips against the bed to try to shake off the sensation . Dream sat back up, tugging Sapnap’s shirt back down and resting his hand over his tummy to rub away the ghost tickles for him once again.

“You alright?” Dream asked sarcastically, earning a chuckle from George and an eye roll from Sapnap.

“Shut the fuck up,” Sapnap groaned, reaching back to adjust the pillow to be behind his head again.

Dream gave him a moment to get comfortable, before he continued onto the final stretch of his plan. He hummed, furrowing his brows as he considered his options, before deciding to switch back to George.

He reached over to George’s free leg, gently pulling it closer, resting it on top of his own leg and putting one hand on George’s shin to keep him in place.

“Stay here,” He said quietly, rubbing his thumb back and forth on George’s leg, and George let out a nervous sigh, a slight pout on his lips at the request. “Okay?” He added, and George nodded, looking off to the side, fidgeting with his fingers. Dream trailed his hand up, using his nails to scratch at George’s inner thigh, and the reaction he got was nearly instantaneous.

“Ohohoh, nohohoho!” He whined, feeling his stomach flutter and jump from the feeling, his leg shaking with his efforts to keep still. He threw his hands over his face again, throwing his head back against the bed and arching his back helplessly, his entire body tensing and jumping as Dream continued with the unbearable touches. “Fuhuhuck– Dreheham, I cahahahan’t–!”

“Shhh…” Dream soothed, moving his scratches up and down George’s thigh, relishing in the different squeals and jolts each area resulted in. He always knew George’s thighs were that sensitive, it had always been one of his favorite places to tickle– one of George’s as well, but he was enraptured by how the different technique and build up was getting to him.

“Noho– ah! Ahahaha, nahahaha!” George whimpered incoherently, straining under Dream’s weight that kept him stuck in place. His laughter was light and airy, carefree and breathy, which Dream knew meant it was just as shocking to him as it was to the other two how well the tickling was working. “Thihihis is soho STUHUPIHIHID!” He complained, raising his voice to try to gain some semblance of control back, but his attempt fell short when he only came across more whiny than ever before. “Stohohop!” He groaned when he heard the other two laugh at him, shaking his head and throwing one hand against the mattress below him, gripping the sheets, his other arm still hiding his face.

Dream slowed his hand down a little, keeping his touch light and slow, just to keep George giggling and squirming, but he turned his attention over to Sapnap. He reached over with his other hand to pull Sapnap’s leg closer too, mirroring the position he had George’s in, and Sapnap was already squirming and whining before he even finished adjusting him.

“I didn’t even do anything yet, Sap,” Dream said with a smile, before sliding his hand up and latching onto Sapnap’s thigh, squeezing up and down it, even pushing his shorts up slightly to have closer contact. Sapnap broke into loud laughter quickly after, struggling to find something to do with his hands as he squirmed, eventually deciding on grabbing the blankets and holding on for dear life.

“Thihihis SUHUHUCKS!” Sapnap complained, his breathing still heavy, exhausted from the constant onslaught of rough tickles he was being subjected to. He wasn’t as used to it as George was, and Dream knew he could only take so much at once– in his opinion, he was actually going pretty easy on him.

He’s not sure Sapnap would agree, but that's his opinion.

“You’re alright,” Dream said sarcastically, earning a head shake from Sapnap. He took his hand off George’s leg to be able to grab Sapnap’s, lifting his leg up in the air to be able to reach the back of his leg.

“NO!” Sapnap yelped, trying to yank his leg out of Dream’s hold, but the way Dream had him pinned was nearly impossible to squirm out of. Dream’s hand latched onto the back of his thigh, squeezing and scratching with no direction, and a new wave of hysterical laughter made its way out. “NOHOHOHO, STOHOHOP!”

“You know what to do if you want me to stop,” Dream said, and Sapnap immediately hid his face in his hands at the comment, knowing that Dream was not only right, but that it was only made more apparent when he still didn’t.

“SHUHUT UHUP!” He whined, his toes curling as he kicked out and tried to catch his breath. “PLEHEHEASE–!”

“Alright, alright, fine. You’re okay, just relax,” Dream soothed with a wide smile, stopping his hands and patting his thigh before dropping his leg back down onto the bed. He watched Sapnap gasp for air, rubbing his eyes and wiping away the small tears that had gathered in the corners of them, still keeping his blushing face hidden. He grabbed the pillow again, hugging it to his chest and whimpering when Dream giggled at him. “You’re such a baby.”

“You’re killing me.”

“Not even close,” Dream teased, letting Sapnap groan and complain as much as he wanted as he recovered from his torture. Dream shot his hands back over to George, squeezing the spot just above his knee and making him squeal, kicking out and reaching down to grab at Dream’s hand to try and pry his fingers away.

“AH– WHYHYHY?!” George yelled, genuinely caught off guard, and Dream stopped after a moment of squeezing to laugh as well.

“I dunno, I thought it’d be funny,” Dream said, lifting George’s leg up the same way he had done to Sapnap, though George’s reaction was a lot more intense than the other.

“NO!” He pleaded, sitting up as much as he could and kicking his leg away. “DREAM, don’t, please, DON’T!” Dream shoved at his chest, pushing him back down, but he propped himself up in his elbows and curled his leg up. “YOU CAN’T–!”

“Would you chill! I wasn’t even gonna get your thigh anymore!”

“I don’t believe you!” George yelled, practically shaking with nerves, expecting the worst to come in a matter of seconds.

“Well, duh, because now I have to!”

“WH–!” George yelped, and suddenly there was a big hand on the back of his thigh, and he was screaming before he even felt anything. “NOHOHO, PLEASE!”

“George!” Dream yelled, bursting into fond laughter, watching as George’s frantic breathing slowed down as he took in the situation. “All I did was put my hand here!”

“I– well– shut up! I had a reason to be scared!” He defended, crossing his arms over his chest and sulking in embarrassment, face flushed bright red for a whole new reason.

“All I wanted to do was test out your ankles to see if they’re as bad as Sapnap’s,” Dream explained, moving George’s leg again, this time grabbing his ankle to pull it closer and resting George’s foot on his thigh instead.

“Oh, fuck you,” Sapnap grumbled at the comment, but he couldn’t help but look over to watch the scene, just as Dream knew he would. Dream pushed the leg of George’s sweatpants up a few inches, exposing the top of his crew sock so he had a full area to work with. George squirmed under him, still nervous but not as much as other spots.

He traced circles around the bones of his ankles, watching his toes curl and uncurl at the feeling, but nothing more seemed to happen just yet. He continued, adding his other hand so he could get both sides, occasionally spidering his nails in and out over the bone between swirls. George’s giggles had never stopped, and he was squirming just as much as always, but it didn’t seem particularly torturous for him. This was clearly an issue for Sapnap, who scoffed and decided to properly voice his frustration and confusion.

“You’re kidding, right?” He whispered, refusing to look either of them in the eye for fear that he might explode out of embarrassment. “That doesn’t… like, you’re not… how?!”

“It just doesn’t tickle him that bad, silly,” Dream teased, reaching over to poke Sapnap’s tummy just to make him squirm.

“Fuck off!” He said as he smacked Dream’s hand away.

“What, do you want me to do it to you instead?” Dream grabbed Sapnap’s ankle tight, yanking it towards him and preparing to dig into both the sole of his socked foot and scratch at his ankle at the same time, making Sapnap scream in protest and twist his entire body to get away.

“NO, don’t you FUCKING dare, Dream, I will KILL you, I will actually safeword so fucking fast it’s not even funny, let go of me,” Sapnap swore, making Dream laugh at his struggle as he dropped his foot.

“My god, someone’s strung out,” Dream teased, earning an incredulous look from Sapnap that he couldn’t help but keep laughing at.

“Who’s fault is that!” He replied, and Dream nodded, happily taking responsibility.

“Alright. I think I’m happy with what I did,” He said, shuffling back so the other two could readjust themselves, and both of them pushed themselves to sit up, Sapnap pulling his knees up to his chest to curl around his pillow and George sitting cross legged and shaking out his shoulders. Dream settled back down as well, watching both of them as they remained red-faced and bashful, both seemingly still nervous and shy about the situation to move in just yet. Dream chuckled, leaning forward and pulling them both into a group hug, letting them both hide their faces as he squeezed their shoulders and rubbed their backs. “Thank you both for letting me do that. I didn’t realize how fun it would be, you were kinda onto something with this one, Sap.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Sapnap mumbled, chuckling at the sentiment. Dream pulled back, looking between both of them, before ruffling George’s hair and pinching Sapnap’s cheek, making them both swat his hands away as he did so.

“I think it’s movie time now,” Dream said, shoving his way in between the two of them on the bed and tugging them down with him.

George happily let Dream wrap an arm around his waist, hand gravitating to the dip in his waist naturally as it always did, holding him close and pulling the blanket over their legs to keep them warm. Sapnap reached over to the night stand to grab his TV remote, navigating to the home screen as he cuddled up against the other two as well. They bickered for a while over what to watch, who got to pick, so on and so forth, before eventually deciding on one they could all enjoy and chill out to.

Overall, Dream’s birthday choice went pretty well, and he was content with everything that he’d gotten to do, grateful that Sapnap had come up with the idea all those months ago, even if it meant he’d gone through the same thing back then.

Until he remembered George’s birthday was only a few months away.

#lee!george #lee!sapnap #ler!dream #cals writing

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becauseimanicequeen · 1 month ago

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Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo (ep 1-2)

After holding off on Let Free the Course of Taekwondo for a few days (because I didn't want to watch it at 3 am with a half-sleeping brain), I'm diving in tonight and writing down my thoughts here as I watch it because it's Hwang Daseul. She's made some of my absolute favorite Korean BLs (especially To My Start 2) and I know this one will hurt me in all the ways I want it to. So, why not capture my pain in real-time? lmao

Let's go!

Episode 1

I love this boy already.

As someone who isn't a numbers person, this part went straight over my head. So, obviously, it was totally my vibe when Juyeong told Dohee he was impressive even though Dohee's answer was wrong. Juyeong didn't know any better (and neither did I!).

Not me sitting here looking at this scene:

And thinking about the downwards pointing triangles (on Dohee's shirt + the ones on the fiber art on the wall) and how many emotions this show will throw at me (downward pointing triangle = water = emotions). Sometimes I wish symbols would stop glaring at me like that...

What...

A...

Tease!

I love him so much. But, also... I will no longer look at eating ice cream the same ever again.

Will ice cream become their "thing"? This is, what, the second or third time they mention ice cream? If food is the way Dohee takes care of Juyeong, will ice cream be Juyeong's way of flirting with Dohee?

No...

Fucking...

Way!

That's an old kdrama move that's sometimes reenacted on Korean variety shows or whenever there's an umbrella around (at least, I saw that when I watched a lot of Korean shows during the pandemic).

Anyway... Juyeong knows exactly what he's doing.

And Dohee knows what Juyeong is doing.

Just look at that damn smile!

That episode felt like it was a lot shorter than it was. It just shows that I'm having a great time. So, let's jump into the next one.

Episode 2

Well, this episode started with violence:

x2:

I'm not easily shocked or gobsmacked. But... The way Juyeong just went in there and took his shirt off... And Dohee clearly wants to avoid even looking at Juyeong because it's too much... Well played, Hwang Daseul. Well played.

I can't!

Juyeong went outside in the fucking ice cold to make sure he wasn't disturbing Dohee with his (to be honest) overly loud voice when talking on the phone.

Have I mentioned that I love Juyeong?

No?

I love Juyeong!

Now you know.

And now he's even made breakfast for Dohee!

I was just having a blast with the way these boys were looking at each other... And then everything turned way too serious way too fast.

You better not be using that the way I think you'll be using that!

Wait... This:

I can't remember his name, but there's definitely something going on here. He hesitated to go after Dohee and Juyeong in the 1st episode when Dohee and Juyeong ran away. Then he and Dohee seemed to be on speaking terms (kind of) at school at the end of the 1st episode. But, at the same time, he seemed to have beef with Dohee (or, at least Dohee's dad), perhaps insinuating that Dohee's dad messed him up somehow.

I'm intrigued.

Of course! Here we have it:

Fuck! The way both these boys felt it. The way they weren't expecting it. The way they were looking at each other. This whole scene was so good. Especially how it merged with Mr. wannabe-bad-boy (why can't I remember his name? lol) walking away in the present.

I know this story is primarily about Dohee and Juyeong. But this boy:

I want to know more!

What is his story?

And now to something completely different...

THE ICE CREAM!

That's the ice cream Juyeong was looking for, isn't it? The same brand that was on his flyer in the 1st episode? If that isn't Dohee confessing some sort of caring feelings towards Juyeong, I don't know what is.

Hwang Daseul, what are you doing to me, making me feel these things about two boys who aren't even real?

Wait a fucking minute!

He followed Dohee? After just standing by and watching Dohee get beaten by his friends(?) (while also making sure Dohee's head didn't hit the ground). Oh, my boy, what kind of shit are you battling in silence? Besides those feelings for Dohee?

This show is really throwing me between hope and despair (or something a little less dramatic). Just look at them:

Nothing to see here really. Just two boys sharing ice cream.

But it means the world to me!

To him too:

And then this:

Don't tell me he's trying to make fake snow.

He's trying to make fake snow, isn't he? Or maybe just take a bath?

No, he made fake snow!

Tell me Juyeong is in love with Dohee without telling me Juyeong is in love with Dohee.

I love Juyeong so fucking much!

So... Emotions are running high, and then this:

Clearly, that necklace means something. So, what's with the "T"? Has someone with a name starting with a T been mentioned? Or does it stand for "taekwondo"? And why did he have to take it off before confessing his feelings for Dohee? Who (or what?) does he feel like he's betraying by confessing his feelings?

So many questions...

And somehow all of them just slipped my mind...

Well, that was another episode that just flew by. And, no wonder, because I'm loving it.

I haven't even written about the visuals (I guess I was too focused on loving Juyeong and writing about ice cream or something, lol), but I'm getting a To My Star 2 vibe and my eyes are thanking Hwang Daseul for it. Especially the scenes filmed outside at nighttime (I'm such a slut for those scenes because they bring a certain vibe that's nostalgic to me).

I can't wait to see more of this show. I can't wait to see Dohee and Juyeong's relationship grow. I can't wait to find out more about Mr. wannabe-bad-boy (I really need to learn his name... lmao). And what about all these elders who are basically letting Dohee's dad do whatever he wants? I didn't even write anything about that before (again, I was busy thinking about ice cream, or something...). But, what was that about? Interesting.

Either way, this was a really solid start.

#let free the curse of taekwondo #korean ql #korean bl #korean series #my shit

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jeonminhao · 1 year ago

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Home • Minghao

Pairing : Xu Minghao x Fem! Reader

Genre : angst, fluff

Word Count : 1.1K

TW : mention of depression(?)

A.N. I'm trying to go back to writing again, this time with Seventeen :) since I am back into the Kpop world lmao. Pls lmk what you think! <3

"I cry, even without tears now. I cry again, just like breathing. Though I try to take a step away from the sorrow that has become my home, I cry on the doorsill. I cry, even without knowing it myself."

Tablo - 집 (Home) (Feat. Lee Sora)

Minghao stood in front of the glass door, his eyes fixed on the CLOSED sign. The flower bouquet he had been holding was wet from the rain, the petals falling pitifully on the gray pavement from how tight he was clutching the bouquet. He was late. Again. And he wasn’t sure if he’ll be forgiven. He quickly took out his phone once he found a canopy that could shield him from the rain, reading the string of texts you had sent him hours prior.

I am here! It’s pretty crowded. I found a place at the very back of the restaurant so we can talk. Saw Jeonghan and Wonwoo at the restaurant and he said you’re still at the studio? Hao, Where are you? Is everything ok? It’s been 2 hours so i guess this means you’re not coming or forgot we’re supposed to meet up :) I’m gonna head back home. I think it’s going to rain soon. Don’t forget your umbrella. Text me soon.

He sighed. He didn’t mean to ignore your texts. His phone was set on his usual silent mode whenever he was working on his paintings. He swore he had remembered that you were supposed to meet at 8 PM in this new place Mingyu recommended the other day. He didn’t know when you two started to make this a thing, trying new places once a week and just hangout and talk about your lives. No. He did know. It was your idea and your twinkling eyes that always looked at him as if he was loved and deserving of one. And who could say no to that? To your gentle smile and warm hand that always finds its way wrapped in his. And he did enjoy it. How couldn’t he? He fell in love with you the first time Jeonghan introduced you to the group three years ago and had been ever since. But life seemed to have a way to fuck up everything he desired.

He knew a bad day was inevitable and the darkness that wrapped around him like a blanket was not an unfamiliar feeling. Every day seemed like a chore. It was just exhausting. Even breathing exhausts him. But he thought it would be different this time. He thought having you by his side would lessen the pain. And maybe it did, to an extent. But he was drowning and he was just exhausted to even want to try.

As if it wasn’t enough, his art project wasn’t progressing as well as he’d like and he kept scraping layers of paints and changing his canvases when they finally gave up on him. He had destroyed a half finished painting due to frustration and would’ve destroyed the rest of his paintings if you didn’t knock on his studio door.

And in the midst of his worries and struggle, he started to push everyone away. It was better to be alone. The coldness in his heart was more familiar than the warmth of your embrace and he was terrified. It was too foreign for him, the happiness, the warmth, and the feeling of belonging, of being home.

“Hao?” Minghao startled, eyes quickly focused on the familiar figure standing under a black umbrella.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” was all he could say, mouth forming an ‘o’ shape. You were supposed to be mad at him for forgetting your ‘adventures’ for the nth times. You were supposed to throw tantrums and threaten to block him and end this friendship. But there you were, standing in front of him with the black satin dress he bought for you last month and the leather jacket that he realized was also a gift from him. You took tentative steps towards him, a smile blooming in your face once you finally stepped under the canopy.

“You texted me?”

Minghao looked down at his cold hand, the phone on his hand was still on with your chat window opened.

‘Sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m late again. Iloveyou. I’m s osoorry.’

He didn’t even remember when he typed those texts nor did he remember pressing the send button despite the typos.

He reread his text again and froze. “Y/N–,”

“Did you mean that?” You asked, taking another step closer and Minghao could smell the familiar perfume on you and the scent of your favorite shampoo. “Did you mean it when you said you love me?” You asked again, this time in a whisper.

It had been 3 years, 970 days to be exact (not that Minghao is counting) since he first fell in love with you. And not once, even in his drunken state, did he let himself text you and confess. Especially not in such a dumb way. He prided himself as someone who was always in control of his emotions, keeping everything hidden to make sure you wouldn’t be uncomfortable. But there he was, sober and doing the stupidest thing a Minghao could do. Not even drunk Soonyoung would do this, he fleetingly thought before he turned his attention back to you.

“I brought you flowers. They’re ruined. Sorry. I know i shouldn’t be late and forgot but everything has been shit and–”

“I love you, Minghao.” Your words stopped his trainwreck of a thought. His eyes widened as he looked at you. “I thought you hated going with me and doing this… But Jeonghan said you kept telling him about our time and he said you really love it. And I noticed you’ve been kinda withdrawn ever since I saw you at the studio. You do know you are not alone right, Minghao?” You took his hand in you. It was cold but it was okay. Minghao was Minghao and he was anything but cold to you. “ It’s okay to have a difficult time, but don’t forget you have a lot of people who would do anything for you.”

“This seems more like an intervention than a confession.” He blurted out before both of you burst into giggles, the cold rain suddenly didn’t feel so cold anymore now that he had wrapped his arms around you, the bouquet long forgotten on the wet pavement.

“It’s both.” Was all you said before pressing your lips against him. A gentle and wary kiss, as if you were terrified he’d hate it. He let go of one hand and cupped your cheek, pulling you into a deeper kiss, sighing in relief, his body relaxing under your touch and heated kiss. Murmurs of apologies and I love you’s keep spilling out of his lips as your hand clutch the front of his sweater as if he was your lifeline.

Maybe the unfamiliar was okay. Maybe he could get used to this.

#minghao #xu minghao #myungho #seventeen #minghao x reader #minghao imagines #svt x reader #minghao fic #minghao scenario #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios

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throwaway-yandere · 1 year ago

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I want to be honest (no this has nothing to do with fics lmao youll get it as scheduled)

This post is an explanation as to why I consider myself as "retired". I know I've said it's because of studies, but that'll be 1/3 of the truth. I want to talk about the true three real reasons why, and I'll do my best to be straight to the point. This isn't a cry for help (I swear to the heavens it is NOT). This is just to clear out assumptions.

Here's the other two reasons:

Grief & Mental Health

Writing itself & interactions

Grief & Mental Health:

I'll pour my heart out, so I'm sorry if it's long. As I said, I'll be straight to the point, so: my grandfather around the first week of June. I remember how I received the news so vividly. I was listening to Two Birds while washing the dishes at 12 AM. My mom went down the stairs with my father, crying as they tell me the news that he's gone. We drove half an hour to the hospital where I get to pat his head one last time. I remember mindlessly wandering the hospital halls— I remember mindlessly using the free alcohol attached to a wall. I remember breaking down as I realized I just cleansed away the hand that last had contact with him. I remember every detail, from the ride home where I messaged my good college friend to tell her that she needs to be a good nurse because the public healthcare system in the country is awful. I remember silently hating everyone and everything. I remember thinking about how cruel it was that life took away the one relative who genuinely cared about me and I was sure was related to me by blood. I remember thinking how much I'm distant to everyone else on my mother's side except him. I remember feeling so empty. I remember not sleeping for two days straight.

But let's back track for a bit. Before his death, I did have one final conversation with him. He was sedated and tubed miserably. Deep down, I knew his time was coming. So, I just made jokes about how grandma was growing senile and mistook me for a nurse for ten whole minutes. Then, I thanked him for everything he's done, and told him I'll become an engineer. Just like him.

And now here I am, dorming 3 hours away from home. I dormed because I had nearly decided my life meant nothing after lack of sleep through daily commutes and workloads. But I am lonely and unwell. I don't know what I want in life. I don't know what I actually want to be, but I already shifted courses as a chemical engineering student. I was so stressed to the point I've accidentally cried to my chem professor in a phone call. I don't know what I'm doing with my scholarship and education if it's for no one. And I am scared that I'm draining my parents' already limited resource for nothing. That I'm wasting the scholarship my country had given me nothing. That I am wasting my people's taxes for nothing.

It was only when another friend told me that I seem to live my life based on other's decisions and opinions did I notice just why I'm incredibly miserable.

I know I don't have dreams for myself. And even if I did, how the hell will writing and drawing feed me in the future when the industry in this 3rd world country is absolute garbage?

I guess Asians really do the things they hate so they can get what they love. Okay, I'll stop making jokes.

I miss my long-time friends, Phitre and Frost. I also miss my old blockmates when I was a BSEd-Math student. I am too used to eating alone, studying alone, walking alone. I am too used to being an outsider. But I'm not used to silence. I'm not too used to hearing actual silence.

All I have is Discord and Messenger.

And even then, it's quiet.

Writing itself & Interactions

I love writing and drawing. I just hate posting it at this point, which is why I made another account that's purely interaction-based.

I love writing a lot— my happiness is turning shtposts into something terrifying. I don't like writing romances, I like the thrill instead. I like laughing like I'm Hubert from FE:TH after thinking of an evil plot twist.

But I hate posting it. Because I know, no matter how much effort I put it, it's not enough. No matter how long it is— no matter if you learned basic coding for it— drew art— made interactive google forms— it's just not enough. I literally made two long separate fics with different endings depending on your choices and it just performs less on something I didn't actually put anything on.

Lord.

Lord I hate Creative Differences for that. I finally understood why bands hate their hit songs because of that lol.

Don't comment something like "oh, you content creators are just whining—" I am whining. Why? Because we don't treat artists and writers like they're human enough. Like we're just uploading content and that we don't want to hear what the others have to say. I remember there was one ask telling me how they're gonna miss traumatizing their friend— and I'm just sitting there wondering "why didn't YOU tell me their reactions? Why are you making me feel like I'm talking to a brick wall for 2k words and more?" It's not their fault. I am not mad at this anon. They've done nothing wrong, but lord do I hate feeling like this.

I could follow "part 2???" requests, finish all my drafts for the events. But I know. I know the chances of the person who requested them won't actually answer after all the effort.

[insert Berkut's "all that effort, what is it all for?!" voice line from FE:Echoes here to lighten the mood]

But that aside.

It's just silence. Just notes, when I feel like comments are what matters more. I'm used to being alone, but I really hate silence. I hate it so much. That's why I'm always so grateful to the people who do interact often, and don't say that's not true because I can prove it. You can see me make content just for them, dedicate fics, art, everything. I love them, I love the "noise".

I know we all have lives, I know we're all busy, I know. I respect your time, I respect you.

And I think it's just time I respect myself as well.

So that's why I'm retired. No pressure on events (idol and letters), no pressure on anything. I'm actually taking my time in End Of Year Blues. It's nice.

Edit: I forgot to mention

My father hates that I write. He constantly tells me to stop it, to prioritize my academics, when writing is my only way of coping.

So.

Haha, what the hell do I even do anymore, right?

#tw: suicidal thoughts #tw: grieving #astrilde-talks #tw: mental health

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drasticemotions · 8 months ago

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yall im saying fuck it n face revealing cause I still haven’t recovered from my photo op with jared and I just have to share it on a place where I know it’ll be appropriately respected and so I can finally yap about my full experience with j2

so hey dats me

I died dead

I refuse to believe that that is actually me in the photo cause what do you mean?? I was in jarpads arms??

He was so nice I was low-key losing my shit after meeting Jensen, we took the photo with him first (just a normal side hug with me and my sister on each side) and exiting that going straight in line for Jared. I was shaking there was a pause in the line for a bit and then Jensen just appeared next to me??? Walking past and I was just confused Pikachu looking back and forth across the room to my sister and back to Jensen, I didn’t have my phone on me and didn’t know what to do cause he just appeared (all he did was walk past but that’s enough for me).

Anyway I was very much shaking and was so nervous, I felt like I looked like a wreck and didn’t know how the photo was gonna go since ahbl12 was my first con, but guys I shit you not it became my turn and I stared right into this gorgeous man’s eyes said hi…I think I blacked out cause he had his arms slightly opened and I just walked into them, I genuinely don’t remember what happened I think my eyes started watering cause it was such a genuine hug and just looked at the camera and smiled.

I don’t think I could’ve ever asked for a better photo I’m so genuinely happy in that moment and life has been a lot as of late and it felt like that all disappeared, I don’t usually smile with my teeth showing anymore but it just appeared naturally, Jared is such a genuinely great guy and I’m so glad I leaped at the chance of getting the ticket and going.

He was so incredibly nice at the autographs too, Jensen as well but I could tell both of them were absolutely beat they looked so tired, Jensen is intimidating and I was rendered speechless when I got him to sign my Dean funko pop, I was also the only one in line everyone else at that point was waiting in Jared’s line so I felt extremely isolated and awkward 🫣 like what do I do what do I say. Jared I gained some of that courage back and went for it, I was able to thank him for just generally being amazing and how much meeting him meant for me, which I haven’t really told anyone it feels like one of those moments I just had to keep to myself. He put his hand on his heart and I didn’t wanna get in trouble for continuing on so I wished him a good night and left. I don’t know how I got through the day without crying (I am a very emotional person especially when it comes to my fandoms), I cried in the hotel room after lmao

It was really just the best day ever and I’d do it a million times over. I rightfully have that photo on fucking everything, I won’t shut up about this until the next con and even then I still won’t shut up about it. Just meeting the cast and doing something like this, I’ve wanted to do something not even relating to supernatural but just conventions themselves seem like some of the coolest things to be able to attend (America obviously having the better half of that spectrum over Australia but I’ll take what I can get).

I will hopefully be back next year to see Misha and Jensen, if my bank account doesn’t run away from me

#this is terrifying I never thought I’d ever show my face on here #I haven’t really had the chance to actually talk about my day and experience with j2 with anyone #supernatural #spn #jared padalecki #ahbl12 #jensen ackles #photo ops #jarpad #jackles #2024 #supernatural convention #spn con #dean winchester #sam winchester #crying cause of the matching flannels ANYWAY #jay’s thoughts (and prayers)

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mspiggy · 11 months ago

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what if the Pop Trolls DID take over? (aka Troll Nation AU)

(inspired a widdle bit by game of thrones, more by all the time i've spent playing crusader kings, and all in service of a parb arranged marriage lmao... i have been working on this for three and a half years so be nice uwu)

the premise is this: the Pop trolls successfully retained control of all six strings, making them the defacto rulers of all the troll kingdoms. the Bergens were never a threat to the Pop trolls as a result, due to the powerful magic of the strings being an effective deterrant.

after a few years of revolts and unsuccessful attempts to unseat the pop trolls, treaties were drawn up determining the rights and obligations of the newly-declared Troll Nation's constituent states.

to assist in balancing the influence and power of the six core genres, the Imperial House of Pop uses the six strings (set in the "Harp of Harmony") in a ceremony that takes place once every ten years, to select the "Sound of the Decade." for example, the sound of the decade before Poppy born was Pop, Funk, and Techno; as a result, Funk and Techno enjoyed preferential treatment as compared to the Rock, Country, and Classical trolls. (this is also my reason for Cooper to still grow up in the Pop Kingdom; he was a ward sent by his parents to ensure Funk remained more or less free of excessive Pop control).

in "the present day," troll nation is led by Queen Viva of the house of pop. her younger sister Princess Poppy is her heir apparent. she rules over a troll nation wracked by the stirrings of revolution. Sheriff Delta Dawn of Lonesome Flats seems to be threatening secession from Troll Nation following the unauthorized execution of a Pop troll by a Country posse, an act easily construed as outright aggressive.

Pop trolls live in the Troll Tree, officially dubbed Trolltreetropolis but often referred to as Pop City or Pop Central. it's a little metropolitan wonder, where the most famous and powerful trolls live.

Funk trolls remain in Vibe City; their contact with the other troll kingdoms means there is a much higher level of technology throughout Troll Nation, leading to troll mass media, troll cell phones, troll internet... centered around the Troll Tree, of course!

Rock trolls are led in name only by King Thrash, who is held up by a series of Pop-appointed advisors. his coolest daughter, Princess Barb, assists him in his daily duties as ruler and has big plans for the throne, once she takes it. Rock trolls typically roam around their territory in their bands, a little like the Mongols of Earth history. a schism between Soft and Hard Rock took place some centuries ago, leading to Soft Rock trolls to mostly occupy land at the border between Rock and Pop.

it has been over 25 years since Rock has been in favor, with Viva's most recent Sound of the Decade favoring Techno and Funk again. fortunately for Barb, she's spent a lot of time reading the ancient treaties over the course of her many tours. through reading these old legal documents, she's discovered a clause to ensure Rock never falls out of favor for too long:

if Rock is not selected as part of the Sound of the Decade for more than 25 years, an alliance must be made through the marriage of the Rock monarch's heir to a member of the Imperial House of Pop. lucky for Barb, after the expulsion of her shitty brother Bash and his band The Party Crashers (WINK WINK~) for selling intel to the Pop trolls, Barb became the heir apparent of the Rock Kingdom.

tell me if you wanna hear more tbh! i'm obsessed with this au enough that i came up with three weed-smoking girlfriends "groupies" for Barb (Rock trolls are definitely polygamous) and adapted Bash from The Beat Goes On into a Rock troll sibling for Barb to compete with...

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #troll nation au #trolls au #trolls world tour #trolls movie #trolls band together #i love complex dynastic politics and making everything super serious under the candy coating #parb #beldam speaks: trolls

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bcbryar · 3 months ago

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DUUUUUDE CONGRATS ON THE MEETUP THING HOLY SHIT???? You gotta do a story time on how you found them!!!!!!! (In a non doxing yourself kinda way of course)

THANK YOU I'll do a little story time but it's not that exciting hehe

Okay so I wanted to find them the day before, but it was 30 degrees Celsius and I didn't wanna do that to myself, so I decided to go yesterday. I woke up at like 11am, and half an hour later I was on the train on my way to them. I had planned to go to the central station, but was prepared to change my route if they ended up wandering further into Amsterdam, so throughout my journey I kept an eye on the stream and the little map. First they went to a café, and I found it and pinned it on the map. They stayed in there for a long while, and afterwards they mentioned going to a FEBO, and judging by the direction they were walking I pinned that one on my map too. Then they were talking about the casino and I started getting close to Amsterdam Central, but my train was delayed and I got actually nervous they were going into the casino cuz I didn't want to bother them in there LMAO But then I was in Amsterdam Central, and they were walking along a bridge, and it was only a ten minute walk, so I hopped out that train and into Amsterdam. I was speedwalking through Amsterdam, man, and at some point I saw them crossing a road and I felt like a right creep just speedwalking after them. I had to wait for the light to turn green so I could cross the road and by then I had lost sight of them, but on stream they were inside a shop, and I figured out which one it was from the outside. I didn't want to walk up to them inside the shop, that's just disrespectful to everyone around, so I waited outside the shop for them to come out (waited around the corner, cuz I didn't wanna look too creepy). I was keeping an eye on the stream, and when Eryn filmed Harry and Bill outside the window I walked up to them and asked for a photo, and then Tubbo came out and I got my pics! I have the whole photo-taking screenrecorded on my phone, except without the sound cuz I'm a noob. And then I did my shopping and some schoolwork and went back home.

I'm not gonna post the clip I took from stream of me meeting them, but if you want to find it I'm not stopping you. I didn't really get a good pic so then Harry offered to take a photo for me, and Bill told me to take his place and stand between Tubbo and Freddie (I think I might've stepped on the side of Fred's shoe for a second there). Tubbo fist bumped me, told me it was nice to meet me and thanked me for coming all this way, then told me to get a stroopwafel for myself too.

#i was shaking so bad my screenrecord is nearly unviewable #but yeah! this is how i did it! i dont really know amsterdam all that well- i only really go there for concerts- but paying attention to ho #the streets look and the businesses around was enough for me to keep track of em the whole way #[tubbo]#[asks]

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willowisapillow · 9 months ago

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🐉 Next Time On South Park Z 🐉

The couple of all time 💝

Here it is, the true (super belated) Valentine’s Day picture. Yet another cringe crossover absolutely nobody asked for yet I deliver because I can. Apologies if I’ve been posting way too much South Park stuff, it’s yet another franchise that I’m currently unhealthily hyper-fixated on. Enjoy some more Randy and Sharon appreciation art from me, because these two dorks are just everything to me <3

This was also made as a small tribute to Akira Toriyama, the creator of Dragon Ball after I found out that he passed away earlier this month on March 1st. Even though I’m a casual fan of the series, still makes me sad that he’s no longer and that we lost another anime/manga legend.

This whole art became a thing based on a phone call between me and one of my older brothers. We were just talking about random dumb stuff and he jokingly asked me to draw Cartman as Naruto and Kyle as Saskue (which is an art project that y’all know damn well I’ll be drawing in the future so look out for that lmao). I just started laughing to myself, but then I thought to myself, “What other anime could I cross over with South Park?” then Dragon Ball popped up in my head all of a sudden, and that’s how this cringefest came to be.

I can kinda see some connections with it, tbh. Both Goku and Randy are dumbass but funny as hell dads (they also have black hair), and both Chichi and Sharon are no-nonsense moms who are often exasperated by their hubbies’ idiotic actions, but do love them deep down and have shared some wholesome cute moments together with them. Both series also feature a lot of fighting and deaths too lol

And since it is the year of the dragon, this pic is pretty fitting :>

I thought I would take forever with this picture because a. I’m total garbage at drawing realistic-ish, non-animal guy characters, and b. I don’t draw side-view faces that much, but surprisingly it wasn’t too hard. I did get kinda lazy with the lower half of Randy’s body and didn’t draw it, but besides that, the whole art was pretty easy. Minus drawing the hands. Because Jesus tap dancing Christ, the hands took me lightyears to get right 🙃

All in all, this might be one of my favorite 2024 pieces of art I’ve drawn so far. Again, these two are special to me, and I finally got the chance to cross over some of my favorite things, cartoons and anime. Maybe I might draw Stan and Wendy as Gohan and Videl in the future as a little follow-up ^^

Also, the mental image of Randy going Super Saiyan is just the funniest shit to me, istg someone needs to make fanart, an animation, or some other sort of meme of that 💀

That’s all that I have for now. Hope you guys have a great day or night, and make sure to stay safe out there.

Farewell, Toriyama. May your memory and legacy live on 😇

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yandere-fics · 9 months ago

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♡ How Daddy Sawyer Punishes You For Breaking Her Rules ♡

(Sorry this took so long, I finally got something to eat(food stamp day is tomorrow so I won't be starving to death finally lmao) today and then I ate too quickly and I felt tired and sick. BTW rule 10 is intentionally empty since it's the finishing rule.)

♡ Rule number 1: On days when daddy is home when you wake up, you must always give her a big kiss as soon as you wake up. On days when daddy has to leave for work make sure to call her and tell her good morning as soon as you wake up. ♡

You hated when she called in her security team just to escort you to her office, it was literally in the building next door and the security probably already knew that the only time they had to come get you was when she was planning on punishing you. Resisting however only made it worse so you acquiesced to her demands. If you resisted the punishment would change from something upsetting you can deal with to something you very much didn't want to deal with.

"Beloved, you sat in bed for approximately half an hour this morning and didn't even reach for your phone to tell me good morning nor did you attempt to say it to the camera." She patted her lap and you sat down trying to avoid making eye contact before correcting yourself and making sure to look her in the eyes to try not to make your punishment worse, "I thought we already discussed how important it is for you to tell me, how am I supposed to work if I am not given my good morning."

She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose, turning you on her lap so she was cradling you closely. She reached for a blanket in the drawer of her desk and covered you. "I know you're upset that daddy is gone when you wake up but that's no excuse to ignore me, now I expect you to sit here on my lap for the rest of the day to make up for this."

♡ Rule Number 2: Always look daddy in the eyes when she's talking to you, you know how much she hates it when she can't see her beloved's precious eyes. ♡

"Look at me." She hissed which you ignored, you really didn't want to have to look at her right now, she'd fired your favorite body guard just because they accidentally bumped into you when they were guarding you because you stopped unexpectedly. You knew this was going to piss her off but you had to put your foot down on this, the guard did nothing wrong!

"Look. At. Me. I won't say it again." She squished your cheeks forcing your head in her direction but you closed your eyes. She let out a breath and you could tell she was rolling her eyes at your silly little defiance. "Do you want me to kill that guard for causing you to act like this, all you had to do is ask."

Your eyes flew open at that, staring straight into her eyes as she smugly smiled, leaning down and giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Good girl, now you know the rules for not looking at me when I ask. I think half an hour of time out sounds appropriate unless you want to keep arguing about this silly guard nonsense." You shook your head and let her lead you to the isolation room.

♡ Rule Number 3: Daddy must always know where you are, never leave the penthouse or her office without informing her and she must approve the location you're planning on going to. Daddy will assign you a bodyguard to go with if she approves the location. ♡

You'd broken a major rule today, this was by far the one she took the most seriously, said it was a matter of your security and never to be taken lightly. You hadn't yet seen what the punishment for this one would be however you knew it wasn't going to be pleasant considering how often she emphasized this rule in particular. You just wanted to be alone without a guard for a bit and it's not like anyone was going to hurt you when everyone knew exactly who you belonged to, they'd have to have a major death sentence. Still she wasn't likely to see reason and so you braced yourself as you walked into the penthouse with the bodyguard who had come to fetch you, a body guard who was promptly shot in the head by the guard right next to Sawyer.

"I thought I told you not to shoot that bastard while my beloved was in the room, you'll scare her." Yeah scared was uhm certainly a word that could describe it but really you just felt like you might actually piss your pants from what just happened. "Beloved, come sit on my lap." She snapped and pointed which led to you running over, just glad to not be standing next to the splatter corpse anymore.

"I'm sorry daddy, I shouldn't have gone out." She sighed and leaned back, her arm wrapping around your waist and also forcing you to lean back with her. The guard at her side promptly rushed to remove the body from the room though you doubted that would lessen the guards fate for firing so close to you even if they were 100% confident they wouldn't hit you.

"No you shouldn't have but it's okay, now you won't do it again." She lifted your foot, clicking something into place around your ankle, you looked down and it was an ankle monitor. "This is set so you can't step out of the apartment or my office unless I put in a code on my phone which will allow you to go to the place you have asked me permission to go, it will inform me if you're idling on the path or not going where you promised you would go."

♡ Rule Number 4: Don't remove the collar daddy put on you, no matter how angry you might be with her. ♡

The collar hadn't been easy to get off, not that it was tight, she would never point anything harmful around her beloved's neck however it was built solidly and it was very hard to pick the lock on the clasp area. Still it felt entirely worth it once you got it off, it's not like she'd knows, you were in the spa, a place the guards couldn't follow you into that didn't have cameras and you needed a break from feeling like property, you could always snap it back on later-

"Miss Y/N, you have a call from the boss, she would like you to answer as soon as you step outside of the sauna." The guard shouted from outside the sauna door, likely still on the phone with Sawyer. Well fuck there went your plans for a bit of independence you thought bitterly as you popped your collar back on. You threw on a long robe and stepped outside the steam room yanking the phone from the guard.

"Beloved, there you are, I noticed you opened your collar, honestly I thought the alert feature would be useless since my good girl would never try but it seems I was right to installed it in the lock." She cleared her throat. "I expect you back this instant, you've lost outdoor privileges for a month."

♡ Rule Number 5: When daddy gives you a gift, say thank you and accept it. Never reject her gifts, it's very impolite since she bought it with you in mind specifically. ♡

"Daddy, isn't this a bit much?" You whined, trying to sneak a few things out of the cart and back onto the shelf when she wasn't paying attention. She only hummed continuing to examine a dress she thought would look good on you, a floral sundress, she did really like the way you looked in a sundress.

"Beloved, you know what the rule is." She said sharply, tossing it into the cart without looking back, you looked at the price tag, yeah that was definitely getting put back on the rack when she wasn't looking, it's not like she'd remember every single thing she had picked out for you on this shopping trip.

"Yeah but-" "Shh no buts, just take the gifts." She finally looked down at the cart noticing some of the things she'd excitedly picked out just for you had seemingly vanished from the cart. "Pretty girl, it seems we can leave this store until you understand just how much daddy needs to spoil you. Put everything you removed back in the cart, we're going to be here all day."

♡ Rule Number 6: Never use your toys without daddy's permission, if daddy is almost done with work then you are to wait for daddy to arrive home and take care of you. ♡

You were so close when your vibrator suddenly switched itself off. You whined as you went to check if the batteries had died before you noticed Sawyer standing there with the remote in her hand glaring at you from the doorway. "Aww did my sweet baby girl think she was gonna get to cum without daddy especially since you should have been aware daddy was going to be home very soon."

"I- I'm sorry, I just didn't want to disrupt your work with such a silly question." She kicked her shoes off and pulled her pants and boxers off, holding up a hands to stop you when you went to pull the toy out.

"No no, I want to see how messy that toy has gotten my beloved." She crawled up the bed until her face was between you legs, her hands gently pushing the toy in and out watching how your cute hole clung to the toy desperate for the release she denied you. "You're not cumming until I cum tonight and you know how long it takes for daddy to cum especially when she's mad at her baby."

♡ Rule Number 7: Never reject daddy's touch when she's in heat, you don't have to allow her to knot you however you must accept her touches or she might get very angry. ♡

"Daddy I really don't want to cuddle right now, please?" You grumbled as she pulled you into her arms tightly, rubbing against you as if she needed to merge and become one with you, growling when you tried your best to get out of her arms.

"Beloved, you know how badly my heart affects me right, I need to be close to my beloved and if you aren't willing to cuddle then I assume that means you want to do something else." She slipped your sleep shorts and panties to the side and her cock throbbed painfully against your hole begging to finally be close to you.

"N-no please I don't want to be knotted right now-" "Shh daddy needs to be as close to you as she can be, my beloved mate, you knew what you were doing when you wouldn't let me cuddle you."

♡ Rule Number 8: When daddy tells you she loves you, you must always say it back, even if you're really mad you can't hurt daddy's feelings by not reciprocating her love. ♡

"I love you, beloved." You ignored her continuing to focus on your book trying your best to keep a straight face and act as if you didn't hear her so then she wouldn't be able to punish you since it wasn't your fault, you just didn't hear her, even though it was really because you really didn't want to get distracted from your book.

"My beloved, set your book down now..." She growled causing you to jump in your seat and rush to place a bookmark in your book. You looked over at her and gave a sweet "What is it, daddy?"

"Beloved I know you heard me-" "No I didn't what was it you said daddy?" She scowled as you still tried to play innocent, standing up and walking over to you, swiftly picking you up and sitting down on the couch with you over her knee.

"How does 50 spankings sound maybe then you'll remember what daddy said to you." "Wait I remember-" "Count."

♡ Rule Number 9: Tell daddy you love her after a punishment, it's important to kiss and make up. ♡

You'd been in the isolation room for what felt like the entire day, you couldn't remember what it was you had said that pissed her off so much but either way it leads to a very long time out and so when she opened the door, her arms wide open waiting for you to come hug her, you didn't feel the most inclined to act nice about it even if it was going to lengthen your punishment.

"Beloved, come here. I need your love." Yeah yeah you knew what she was expecting you to say if you wanted to get out however you had no intentions of saying it even if you had to be in here a week. She sighed and left the room with a disappointed "I'll check on you in an hour."

♡ Rule Number 10: Remember even when daddy is punishing you, you're still her beloved mate. ♡

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere asks #yandere scenarios #my oc sawyer

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