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rejectedbytheempty · 11 days ago

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from the dirt we rise, ch. 1

pairing: farmer!john price x reader, no use of y/n

word count: 2.2k

cw: your boyfriend is an asshole

synopsis: when your car breaks down in the middle of the english countryside, a tall, dark stranger comes to your rescue

a/n: hello! i’m back, i accidentally deleted my blog :( but!!! i am gonna try and repost all the fics i have so if you see any fic that seems familiar it might be mine lol 🫶

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“christ, going to visit my parents was your idea in the first place, don’t put this on me” your boyfriend lamented, sighing and folding his arms across his chest like a child.

your hands gripped the steering wheel with an audible squeak from the leather along with you gritting your teeth to avoid a number of profanities from slipping out. your boyfriend, nathan, had complained for months that you were never interested in his life, or that you hadn’t seemed as invested in the relationship as he was. never mind the fact that you would plan every date, or that he forgot your birthday and went out with friends instead, leaving you alone at home with a pint of ice cream.

being the good girlfriend you were, you suggested a road trip to go visit his parents, something you supposed you both wanted. you were dead wrong, apparently. the moment you brought it up, he seemed more ambivalent than happy about it and come the day of the trip, he dragged his feet all the way.

so now here you were, driving your car along the english countryside, because his was too nice to drive on all these dirt roads.

“nathan, i was trying to do something nice, for the both of us, and all i asked was that you some snacks for the way.”

he rolled his eyes, huffing with contempt, “yeah. and i did, for me. i figured you were getting your own stuff.”

you looked up to the roof of the car, muttering a silent prayer to whatever gods could hear. “fine, it’s fine. i don’t even care anymore, i.. i guess i should have clarified, i’m sorry.”

he just muttered some incoherent complaints and looked out the window. you sighed slightly and took the silence to allow yourself to admire the countryside rolling by in peace. the hills covered in lush, green grass, cows dotting the landscape. you could almost imagine living here, waking up to the sound of birds chirping for once instead of someone shouting bloody murder outside your flat’s window.

you smiled softly at the idea of walking outside onto the dewy lawn with your bare feet and not having to worry about some junkie leaving behind a used syringe. the daydream was interrupted by your boyfriend shouting your name. the front of the car had started smoking, plumes of grey billowing out from under the hood.

“shit!” you cried out, braking suddenly and jolting the two of you slightly in your seats.

“the hell is wrong with your car?” nathan asked, looking over at you with a glare.

“i- i don’t know. it was perfectly fine yesterday and i took it to the shops a couple of months ago for a checkup. do you mind checking under the hood?” you looked over at him.

he looked slightly taken aback at that, “me? i don’t know about cars, besides, it’s not my car that’s gone and killed itself. why don’t you go check?”

you supposed you couldn’t argue with his logic, it was your car after all, but you still scowled slightly as you put the car in park and popped the hood. you opened the door and stepped out, looking at nathan in the passenger seat, who took about .5 seconds of worrying before looking at his phone again.

you let out a frustrated grunt and stomped over to the front of the car, pulling up the hood. the smoke immediately rose up to meet your face and you waved it away, coughing and grimacing. after a moment of wafting away the smoke, you were finally able to look over your engine and.. all of that other stuff.

yeah, you knew nothing about cars.

you thought that maybe talking a look under the hood would automatically make you a mechanic, but apparently that’s not true. pulling out your phone, you tried to look up on google something along the lines of “my car is smoking. what do i do?” but you had not a singular bar.

groaning slightly, you shut your phone off and began to shut the hood and give up when you heard the crunch of gravel behind you. turning to look, you saw a beat-up old truck heading your way, stopping at the edge of the grass where you had pulled off the road.

you looked between the truck and your car where your boyfriend sat in the front seat, not even looking up from his phone, probably too busy playing clash of clans or some dumb shit like that.

what if whoever was in the truck was a serial killer or something and your boyfriend was too busy playing subway surfers to even notice you getting kidnapped?

you swallowed nervously as the door of the truck swung open with a loud squeak. out stepped a man that made you swallow for an entirely different reason.

he had dark brown hair and a thick, well-maintained beard. his bright blue eyes crinkled slightly as he smiled warmly at you, something so easy about the way he smiled that had your knees buckling. and if they did, then he could easily catch you with his arms, tanned and muscular, the arms of a man who spent his life working in some kind of physical labor.

“engine trouble?” he asked, his voice a deep, rumbling thing that made your brain go fuzzy.

“oh.. uh, yeah, maybe? i don’t know for sure. the car just started smoking so i pulled over to look at it” you said, finding it hard to talk with your mouth having gone dry. the sound of a car door opening and the sight of your boyfriend stepping out made your face fall slightly.

you have a boyfriend, right. almost forgot because you were too busy imagining those arms wrapped around- nathan speaking broke you out of your thoughts.

“who are you?” he asked, in a tone that made you wince. looking over at the stranger though, it didn’t even seem like he flinched at nathan puffing up his feathers.

“i’m john, nice to meet you,” john put out his hand for nathan to take. which he did, hesitantly, grimacing slightly at the force john used.

“right, i’m nathan.” he eyes flicked over to you, “not gonna introduce your bird?”

your cheeks flushed, “oh, uh, yeah” you stuttered uselessly before telling him your name.

“beautiful name for a beautiful girl” he winked at you. your mouth fell agape slightly and nathan inhaled a sharp breath, “what do you want, man? we got this handled.” when john’s eyes flicked back to nathan they hardened ever so slightly, even though he still sported a grin on his face.

“just thought i’d offer my help, i mean, it doesn’t seem like you know what you’re doing if you’re making your girl do all the work.”

at that, nathan’s face contorted with rage and he took a step towards john, whose grin only widened at that. after a second to process what happened, you immediately stepped in front of nathan, pressing your hands to his chest, “babe, stop. he’s- he’s just joking, right?” you looked pointedly to john, waiting for him to back you up. you knew it would only end badly if nathan wasn’t calmed down, not because nathan was going to hurt the stranger but because you definitely knew nathan wouldn’t stand a chance against him.

glancing between you and your boyfriend, john relented, “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to offend you. i was just joking.” looking back to nathan, you noticed his nostrils flare slightly in discontent but he backed down.

“yeah, well, don’t do it again,” nathan huffed. you relaxed slightly, letting your hands slip down from his chest to by your sides again.

“look, i’ll make it up to you. i can tow your car to the nearest mechanic. i happen to know the guy and he can give you a friends and family discount” john said, eyes glancing between you and your boyfriend.

nathan eyed him suspiciously for a second but then nodded, “alright, fine.” john then looked to you and it took a moment before you realized he was waiting for your input. “oh! i didn’t realize you were asking me too. yes, of course, thank you, that’d be wonderful” you said hurriedly. nathan shot you a dirty look when john turned around to go grab some equipment from his truck,

“what the hell was that?” he hissed. “was what?” you asked, even though you knew exactly what he meant. “you, practically starry-eyed, looking at him. acting as if your boyfriend wasn’t standing right there” he glared at you. “i.. i wasn’t starry-eyed” you said softly, it was a weak defense but you couldn’t help but think he was right. a random man off the road looks at you for more than five seconds and you’re already on your back with your belly up for scratches. “whatever, we can talk about this after the car gets fixed.”

after john secured the straps between the cars he admitted that he only had so much seat space in his truck and that one person was going to have to stay in your car for the ride there. suffice to say, nathan wasn’t happy about that.

“can’t we both sit in the car?” he practically whined.

john shrugged, “i guess so, but there’s no use in adding any more weight to the amount i’m towing, takes unnecessary risk, right?”

nathan’s lip twitched in annoyance but he couldn’t really find a reason to argue with him, “fine, i’ll sit in the truck with you.”

john looked amused at that, “making your girl sit in the car all by herself? it’s really none of my business but-“”fine! she can sit up front with you, then. jesus,” nathan said, throwing up his arms and practically stomping his way over to the car.

you winced as he slammed the car door shut and looked apologetically over at john,

“sorry, he’s just.. stressed.” he exhaled sharply through his nose, “stressed, right.”

you bit the inside of your cheek at john’s obvious lack of belief but said nothing else to persuade him, it wouldn’t do any good. the truck door squeaked open as john opened the passenger side for you, gesturing with his other hand, “in you get, sweetheart.”

you blushed slightly at his casual use of pet names, muttering a small thank you as you got in. john shut the door and then got in on his side, sliding across the worn leather bench, his warm thighs practically pressing against yours. he wasn’t lying, the seating in here was limited and you couldn’t imagine what it would have been like if nathan had tried to ride up here with the two of you.

you’re honestly surprised he didn’t. something about john made you want to listen to him, and you could guess that even though nathan was stubborn, he subconsciously felt the same way.

“so, where were you headed? doesn’t seem like you’re from around here” he broke the silence.

“oh, uh, nathan’s parents’ house, he hasn’t seen them in a while, and we figured it was time for me to meet them since we’re coming up on our third anniversary,” you said, fiddling with your hands in your lap.

“ah, the in-laws” he chuckled lightly.

“oh, me and nathan we’re not- i mean, we’re just dating right now. not engaged or anything.”

“three years and he hasn’t put a ring on that pretty finger? hm.” john frowned.

“nathan wants to take it slow. he doesn’t want to rush into anything,” you said, but it felt more like an automated response than something you actually agreed with. sure, there was nothing wrong with taking your time but anytime you brought up marriage or anything like that, nathan would get all defensive. it happened enough that you just stopped bringing it up altogether, and you hadn’t realized until now how much that had hurt you.

“sorry, i overstepped, didnt’t i? laswell’s always telling me i need to stop interrogating people, but old habits die hard.”

“you were in the military, then?” in hindsight you should have guessed something like that, from the way he stood with perfect posture or how he spoke from a place of authority, was likely an officer of some kind.

“yes ma’am, special forces. i served my time, but now i’m retired and trying to put it all behind me.”

you nodded along, “but old habits die hard” you said the words he left hanging in the air.

“exactly” he smiled over at you, making you melt into the seat.

collecting yourself, you cleared your throat then asked, “so what do you do now?”

“ah, inherited a bit of land from my grandad on my mum’s side. decided that when i retired, i would move to the countryside and start a farm.”

you laughed to yourself imagining him chasing around an escaped chicken but quickly stifled it behind your hand. he furrowed his eyebrows but looked at you more quizzically than the scalding expression nathan would have given you,

“and what’s so funny about that, miss?”

you shook your head, “nothing, really. i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to laugh at you.”

“no need to apologize, i like seeing you laugh” he said, something that slipped so casually from his lips it almost startled you.

“thank you” you murmured, looking out the window to hide your flushed cheeks. just in time to save your embarrassment, john slowed the truck to a stop outside a small mechanic shop that read ‘tav and riley repairs.’

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sluttywonwoo · 1 year ago

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instead of you [part twenty-five] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of sex (mdni)

word count: 5.7k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

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Your cheeks were hot with embarrassment, but you nodded in understanding even though you didn’t want to have this conversation. You were ashamed enough already, you didn’t need to be reminded of what a shitty best friend you were. You wondered what Minho must think of you. How could he still be attracted to you when you were practically throwing yourself at your boyfriend’s brother? How could you be attracted to him when he was willing to fuck his brother’s girlfriend- well, almost fuck his brother’s girlfriend. Minho was clearly the better person here, because he was the one who’d stopped it from going any further. Not only that, but he was the single one here. Being a homewrecker wasn’t great, but at least he wasn’t the one cheating on his significant other.

Of course, you weren’t actually cheating, but he didn’t know that. What you were doing was breaking a whole bunch of rules you’d agreed to with Jisung and going behind his back and breaking his trust-

“I won’t tell him if you won’t,” Minho suggested, putting your spiral on pause.

You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest. “We can’t keep doing this.”

“I know.”

“I’m surprised you still…” you trailed off. What were you supposed to fill in the blank with? I’m surprised you still want to fuck me? Talk to me? Acknowledge my existence? You settled for “want to be around me” and left it at that.

“Why?”

“You must think I’m a horrible person.”

“We’ve already been over this,” he pointed out. “If you’re a horrible person, I’m a horrible person.”

“Yeah, but, I just feel like it’s worse on my side.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know if I can explain it in a way you’ll understand.” You must have made a face because he was quick to backtrack. “Not in that way! Like, I don’t think you’re dumb or anything, it’s just that- god, I’m a fucking idiot. I don’t know how to explain-” he was fumbling, but you weren’t sure how to help. You weren’t sure if you wanted to help. “I thought that if we- if we, just once, then I’d get it out of my system, but I don’t think I can do that.”

You didn’t have any idea as to what he was talking about, but you had a feeling it wasn’t just about his brother anymore. “I thought you said this was about Jisung.”

His lip twitched, eyes widening in thinly veiled panic. “It is! That’s why-”

“What do you mean by ‘getting it out of your system’, then?” you pushed.

Minho winced. “I don’t- uh, they’re probably wondering where we are by now.”

He was right, but you weren’t about to let him off the hook that easily.

“Fine, but this isn’t over. We need to have this conversation.”

“I thought we were keeping our distance from each other,” he tried.

“Yeah, and look where that fucking got us!” you hissed, leaning toward him. “We’re clearly not very good at avoiding each other so it’d be better to just talk about it, right?”

Minho didn’t look convinced, but he nodded anyway. “I guess. But not right now.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you huffed.

You knew he could tell that you weren’t happy about the compromise, but you didn’t care. It was obvious that he was running away from confrontation, though you didn’t understand the reasoning behind it. Sure, it was going to be an awkward conversation to have, but you both already knew you were attracted to each other seeing as you had almost just fucked in the bathroom of a bar. It may have been more than just stupid hormones for you, but you weren’t about to tell him that.

“You go back to join them,” you said, smoothing your dress. “I-I can’t see Jisung right now.” Minho nodded in understanding. “Tell them that you ran into me back here and that I’m going back to the room. Just make something up, but don’t say that I’m feeling sick or Jisung will want to come up to take care of me.”

“Okay,” he agreed. “I can do that.”

You both took another moment to freshen up, checking your reflections in the dim light. You wiped the smudged lipgloss from the corners of your mouth, not missing the way that Minho tucked his dick into the waistband of his slacks before heading for the door.

“Wait, shit, I don’t have a key,” you muttered to yourself. “Jisung brought his for both of us.”

“Take mine,” Minho offered. He turned back around and reached into his pocket, fishing out the plastic card and handing it to you.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You waited for a beat after Minho left the bathroom to follow, not wanting to get caught leaving together. Still, it felt like everyone knew. You felt like everyone was watching you as you made your way through the bar’s lobby to the elevators.

You didn’t have time to dwell, too paranoid to even check if your suspicions were correct.

The penthouse was thankfully empty when you returned. The main area was empty, at the very least. Nikki and Dom were either still out or had already gone to bed. Either way, you were relieved to be alone. You weren’t sure how long it would be until the boys got back so you took advantage of the solitude and jumped in the shower.

It was nice not to have to worry about taking too long, or someone waiting to go after you. Sharing a bathroom with three men was more of a hassle than you had expected, but maybe that was because they were all high maintenance.

You washed your hair and your body, but you didn’t focus too much on it. You knew there was no amount of scrubbing that could make the dirty feeling on your skin go away. It was ridiculous, how far you’d let this get. You didn’t know what was wrong with you, what had made you lose all sense of control and boundaries when you were around him.

It was like you didn’t care about throwing your friendship with Jisung away, but you did. It made you sick to your stomach to think about the damage this might do to your relationship. You knew he’d be furious if he found out, and you knew he might never forgive you. So why couldn’t you stop?

The mirror was completely fogged up by the time you got out of the shower. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but your fingers were all wrinkly, which told you it had been a hot minute.

You hadn’t brought a change of clothes with you again so you were forced to retreat to your room in nothing but a towel. Minho, Jisung, and Felix were clustered in the hallway having a conversation because of course they were, and all three of them turned their attention to you when they heard the door to the bathroom open.

“Sorry,” you squeaked, and scurried off to your room, but not before catching Minho’s eye and Jisung's smirk.

Jisung was right behind you, leaving the two other boys in the hallway as he followed you into the bedroom.

“Sorry,” you repeated to just him. “I didn’t know you guys were back already.”

“It’s okay. You always forget to bring your pajamas with you when you shower anyway.”

“I know! Why do I do that?”

He shrugged and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “You don’t like having to put your clothes on while you’re still in the bathroom because you’re all wet and the air is sticky.”

“Yeah, but I usually just suck it up when I’m with other people.”

“It’s not a big deal. I mean one of my brothers has already seen you naked.”

You scoffed, burying yourself in the task of pulling clean pajamas from your suitcase. “Please don’t remind me.”

“You missed a great Meg cover,” he said, taking your request to heart.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, they were a cute couple. They did that one song with SZA. You would’ve liked it.”

“Oh, bummer.”

Jisung laid back on the bed, training his eyes on the ceiling as you changed. It was a force of habit, something he still tended to do even though you had changed in front of each other and seen each other naked countless times. Honestly, it was an improvement from when he had used to fully turn away from you every time you started to strip, so you tried not to make too much fun of him for it.

“Of course, no one beat our performance.”

“Of course not. We were naturals up there,” you agreed, jumping into bed next to him once you were dressed.

“We hit every note. The track was off, not us.”

“The microphones warped our voices.”

“The speakers were broken.”

Jisung chuckled and propped himself up on his elbows. “Hey, we should probably have sex tonight.”

“Why, did one of your brothers say something?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” he assured you. “Just for consistency’s sake… unless you aren’t feeling up to it?”

“No, yeah, we can totally do it,” you answered quickly. Stupidly.

You zoned out while Jisung gave you a hickey on your neck, trying not to think about how Minho’s mouth had felt in that exact spot just a few hours ago. You moaned softer than you usually did, telling yourself that it was because you were sharing a space with Jisung’s parents, but you weren’t fooling anyone.

You knew Minho would be able to hear you anyway, the walls had already proven to be awfully thin, and he’d see the hickey tomorrow regardless. There was no way around it. He’d know that you’d run to Jisung when you weren’t able to have him- except that wasn’t the case at all. But what would he think? Why did you care so much?

You wished you could just tell him the truth, but then what would that solve? The whole reason you were on this stupid trip anyway was to convince Jisung’s family that he was in a relationship- Minho included.

He managed to avoid you almost entirely the following day. You spent the afternoon with all of the Hans at The Bund, Shanghai’s most well-known attraction. It was a mile of skyline nestled against the Huangpu River with dozens of shops, museums, and galleries interspersed among the buildings.

Jisung geeked out over the architecture, rambling about how there were over fifty-two styles of it present in the area. You listened intently, while his brothers pretended to fall asleep. You knew they were secretly interested, but they couldn’t let him know that.

The day was warm, a bit uncomfortably hot if you stood in direct sunlight, but it was manageable in the shade. Dom bought everyone popsicles from a cart parked on the promenade to cool down.

You shared with Jisung, trading your ice pops every few minutes. He’d gotten blue raspberry and you chose cherry, making both of your tongues turn purple.

“This is how they invented the bisexual pride flag,” you said, licking a drop of juice from your hand.

“You’re full of shit,” Jisung sighed and shook his head.

“Fine, it wasn’t exactly like this. The inventor was at a party and they made out with a girl eating a blue popsicle and a boy eating a red one, and then when they saw that their mouth turned purple they had a eureka moment-”

“There isn’t even red on the bi flag!” your best friend pointed out. “It’s pink.”

“Fuck.”

“You forgot what your own flag looks like?”

“Would you have believed me if I said it was a pink popsicle?” you asked, ignoring his question.

“No! It was a ridiculous story.”

“Damn.”

You stayed at The Bund until sunset, deciding to find a place to eat dinner when the sun kissed the horizon.

You tried to enjoy the sights, but Minho was making it difficult. Every time you tried to corner him, get him alone to talk to him about the night before, he managed to change the subject or slip away. Most of the time, he’d just call one of the twins over to join your conversation, eliminating any chance you had of bringing up the incident. You wondered if the giant hickey on your neck had anything to do with it. It was clear that he hadn’t wanted to talk to you about it even before he thought you slept with his brother last night, but maybe that had made him even more hesitant.

You eventually gave up trying to get him alone, not wanting to raise any red flags. Minho seemed to relax once he realized you’d laid off. He was much more conversational at dinner and even cracked a few jokes with his parents, who seemed oblivious to any tension.

You didn’t even bother trying to talk to him the next morning. It was too early for that shit and you wanted to have a good time at the aquarium without worrying about your best friend’s brother.

He said good morning to you in the kitchen as everyone was grabbing breakfast to go, but you ignored him. If he wanted to act immature, then you would too. It honestly seemed to be a better arrangement than whatever horny nonsense had been going on for the past few weeks.

The aquarium was beautiful. This one in particular was known for its underwater tunnels with moving sidewalks. They stretched on for what felt like miles, taking you through all the different sea life enclosures.

It was one of the more quiet activities, which you appreciated, and since it was so early it wasn’t too crowded either. The only time the silence was broken was when either you or Jisung would point out a funny-looking fish to one another.

At first, Jisung had made jokes about spotting different kinds of fish that he’d cooked before, but that upset you so he stopped pretty much immediately.

To your surprise, Minho pulled you aside in the aquarium gift shop. You were looking at shark stuffies while Jisung was over in the book aisle so you assumed that he was finally ready to talk about that night, but you were wrong. Instead, he grabbed one of the sharks off the shelf and pretended to look it over before turning to you and giving you a very serious look.

“What?” you asked in annoyance, frustrated that you had to drag whatever it was out of him even now.

“Do you still have the postcard?”

“The one you gave me in Italy?” you asked, cocking your head to the side. Minho nodded, rocking back on his heels awkwardly. “Yeah, why?”

“I… kind of need it back.”

You blinked, honestly taken aback at his sudden key change. “What? I thought you said I could keep it even after we called it even.”

“I know, I just- changed my mind.”

“Is this about Jisung, because he knew you gave me-”

“No, it isn’t about Jisung,” he cut you off and looked away as if he was paranoid about someone listening in on your conversation. “I don’t really want to get into it right now-”

“Okay, fine, whatever. I don’t have it here, though. It’s in my backpack back at the hotel so you can have it when we get back.” You folded your arms across your chest as you spoke, tone icy.

Minho winced at your reaction. “I’m sorry, it’s just-”

“Don’t be. It’s whatever.”

Instinctively, you turned to search for Jisung, seeking comfort in his presence like you had done so many times before. You could see the top of his head over the aisles so you made your way over to him, abandoning Minho amongst the stuffies before he could respond.

Jisung was still looking at books, seemingly trying to decide between a marine biology guide and a novel about a shipwreck based on the covers. He perked up when he felt you approach and turned around to face you, holding both of the books out.

“Which one should I get?”

“I feel like I’m biased because I hate survival stories, and a survival story at sea sounds even worse.”

He sighed, turning the hardback over in his hand. “Yeah, you’re the hopeless romantic out of the two of us. Always reading love stories with the same tropes.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m hopeless,” you argued. “I found you, didn’t I?”

“I don’t think that’s a great point for your case.”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up, you’re a great boyfriend.”

“Well, I’m glad you think so.”

“And for what it’s worth, I don’t only read romance.”

“Oh yeah, you also read a lot of smut.”

“Ji!”

“What? You do!”

“Yeah, but can you not advertise that so publicly?”

He laughed and nudged your shoulder playfully. “There’s no one around to hear.”

“If no one’s around, then why was I just hyping you up as a great boyfriend?”

“Because I am one.”

“You’re annoying, is what you are,” you huffed.

“You say that, and yet continue to spend time with me.”

“Because I have no one else.”

He grinned at you before gazing down at your hands. “That’s cute. Are you going to get it?”

You looked down to see what he was talking about and realized you were holding a stuffed shark from the plushies section. You hadn’t even noticed that you brought it with you when you walked away from Minho. You’d been gripping it so hard that it was a little deflated and a couple of its felt teeth were turned inward.

“Oh, um, I don’t know. Do you think I should?”

“Yeah,” Jisung answered with a shrug, “Why not?”

He grabbed it from you and placed it on top of the marine biology book in the crook of his elbow, sliding the novel back onto the shelf.

“What are you doing?” you asked, following him through the store up to the register.

“Buying you the shark,” he said as if it should have been obvious.

“What, no! You don’t have to do that!” you protested.

“Y/n, how many times have we been over this? I dragged you all the way across the world, the least I could do is buy you a stuffed shark.”

“You use that excuse with everything you buy for me!”

“Yeah, because it’s true. And as your boyfriend, it’s my job to do nice things for you. It’s literally, what, a hundred yuan? That’s like fifteen dollars.”

You knew you couldn’t argue with him about it in the store, seeing as the only valid point you could make was that he wasn’t actually your boyfriend.

“Fine,” you muttered. You could Venmo him for the stupid shark when you got back to the hotel.

He smiled victoriously and placed both items on the counter for the cashier to scan.

“What do you want to name it?”

“I don’t know. Do you have any ideas, since you’re the one buying it?”

He tilted his head back in thought, humming. “What about Shang? Because we’re in Shanghai? And Shang is also your favorite Disney prince.”

You bit your lip in embarrassment, suddenly wishing you had asked the question after purchasing the animal. Not only was his suggestion the most touristy thing you’d ever heard, but it was also exposing your crush on a fucking cartoon character in front of this stranger.

“Well, they’re pronounced differently,” you pointed out quietly.

“Yeah, you’d have to pick one and just know he represents both.”

You kept Shang tucked under your arm on the ride back to the hotel, letting Felix hold him when he asked how soft he was. It was a pain to hail a cab big enough for all six of you so Nikki made the executive decision to take two separate taxis. She and Dom would take the first, and then the four of you would squeeze into the next one.

You sat squished in between the twins while Minho took the passenger seat. You were surprised that he remembered enough Mandarin from tours years ago to exchange pleasantries with the driver. The driver was impressed too and laughed heartily at something Minho said.

“Butcher it that bad, huh?” Jisung joked, earning a glare from his older brother.

“No, it was a joke. He was supposed to laugh.”

Jisung smirked and nodded like he was unconvinced. You almost scolded him for giving Minho a hard time, but then you remembered you were still mad at him so you held your tongue.

“What’s for dinner?” you asked instead.

“I don’t know,” Jisung replied. “We’re either going to try and find a place to get xiaolongbao or I’m gonna cook. Do you have a preference?”

“I am feeling a little tired, but I also have your food all the time. We should go out and get something while we’re here, right?”

“If that’s what you want to do, then absolutely.”

Once back, you set Shang at the head of your and Jisung’s bed, fluffing him gently so that he’d hopefully plump up again.

“It’s his bed now,” you’d announced to your best friend.

“As it should be,” he agreed. “He is a benevolent ruler and reigns over his kingdom of the bedroom with a gentle hand.”

“How noble of him.”

Jisung nodded and yawned, stretching his arms over his head. “What do you want to do until dinner?”

“How long do we have?”

“Few hours, probably.”

“Wanna check out the pool?”

“Yeah, I’ll ask Felix and Minho if they want to join us.”

“Actually,” you reached out to stop him, “can it just be the two of us?”

He seemed surprised by your request but was quick to reciprocate. “Sure, let’s go.”

Your hair was still wet by the time you were seated in the restaurant for dinner. You tried not to let it drip down the back of your chair, but that was proving to be difficult. Jisung’s hair had dried significantly more than yours had. It was damp, but only barely, and curling up at the ends. Each time he ran a hand through it, you’d be flicked with water droplets.

“Was the pool any fun?” his mother asked, sipping from her cocktail glass.

“It was nice,” Jisung answered for both of you. “It was really quiet because we were the only people there, but that was kind of a bonus.”

“Thanks for the invite,” Felix muttered, making you feel a little guilty for specifically not wanting them to join.

“I wanted to spend some time alone with my girlfriend, sue me!” Jisung shot back.

You were thankful he didn’t throw you under the bus, even though you knew he wouldn’t anyway.

“You get alone time with her every night, asshole,” his twin brother pointed out.

Your hand shot up to your neck, suddenly feeling self-conscious about the hickey Jisung had given you the night before. Next to you, he clenched his jaw but didn’t say anything. Whether or not Felix had intended to make the innuendo was unclear, but knowing him it was easy to guess.

“What should we order, Jisung?” Dom asked, expertly changing the subject like he had so many times before.

You had noticed that anywhere you went, Jisung’s parents were always asking his opinion on what to eat. They assumed that because he was a culinary student he knew everything there was to know about food, and therefore knew what everyone would like. It was partly true, which was one of the reasons you always let him order for you. You were guilty of making the assumption too, but even though he acted annoyed by it you knew that he secretly liked being asked for his opinion.

“We should get at least one order of the traditional xiaolongbao,” he suggested. “They’re pork dumplings full of soup, which is what Shanghai is famous for.”

“Sounds good, anything else?”

You tuned out as Jisung listed off a few other dishes to get, watching Minho out of the corner of your eye. He wasn’t paying attention either. He was scrolling on his phone, looking incredibly bored.

You nearly scoffed. He could at least pretend to be interested in what Jisung was saying. You knew Jisung had done the same for him God knows how many times.

You cleared your throat unsubtly, getting his attention immediately. Men were so easy. But you had also gotten everyone else’s attention, stopping the conversation altogether.

“Yes, dear?” Jisung asked, leaning in your direction.

“Nothing, sorry,” you sputtered, still eyeing Minho. He held eye contact with you, eyebrows raised in question. “Swallowed wrong.”

Of course, you had to use the word swallow while staring down the guy you wanted to fuck. If he caught it, he didn’t show it.

Jisung rubbed your back soothingly. “Oh, you alright, baby?”

“Fine, thanks.”

The conversation picked back up and you were able to fade into the background again. Minho contributed this time, presumably adding his thoughts on the food to the collective ordering process.

“Does that sound good, baby?” Jisung’s voice snapped you out of your train of thought, and you realized you were still glaring at his brother.

“Hm? Oh, sure. You know I trust your judgment on food.”

“I know. Half the time we go out you don’t even open the menu.”

“I like to be surprised!”

He chuckled, the hand that was still on your back making familiar circular motions. “I know, I know. I just wanted to check to make sure there wasn’t anything in particular you wanted.”

“I’m ok. You’re very sweet, though.” You punctuated the statement with a kiss to his cheek.

“I know.”

“Jesus Christ, I take it back.”

“Too late!”

“You’re impossible.”

“Thank you.”

After dinner, the Hans decided to attempt taking the metro back to the hotel rather than a cab. It took an hour longer because Felix misread the map and had all of you get on the wrong train at first, but eventually, you made it back to the square you all recognized and walked the rest of the way from there.

Jisung jumped in the shower first, and you followed him, washing all of the chlorine from the pool out of your hair and off of your body. You remembered to bring your change of clothes with you this time and threw your wet hair up in your towel so that you wouldn’t drip everywhere as you had at the restaurant.

Shang was sitting on Jisung’s lap when you joined him in the bedroom. He was absorbed in the book you’d lent him, highlighter balanced between his teeth as he jotted something down in the margins with a ballpoint pen.

“Shang better not end up in your room instead of mine when we go home,” you warned.

“Be prepared for him to go missing,” he mumbled.

“I’ll just take him back!”

“You won’t be able to find him. And you’ll never be able to prove it was me.”

“We’ll see about that.”

You were about to crawl into bed next to him when Nikki calling for the boys stopped you. You weren’t included in the roll call, but Jisung dragged you out into the living room anyway to see what was going on.

Felix had beat you there and was standing behind the couch where his parents were gathered around an iPad.

“It’s your cousin!” Nikki exclaimed. “Come say hi!”

The twins rounded the sofa and sat on either side of their parents, leaning into the frame so that the boys on the other side of the screen could see them.

“Jeongin, Yoon! How are you?”

“Good! It’s hot here!” the older one, presumably Jeongin, answered.

“Where’s’here’?” Felix asked.

“Florida!” the younger one exclaimed.

“We’re in the States for vacation,” Jeongin explained. “I dunno how you lived here for so long, Jisung.”

“To be fair, I was a little further north than you are, but yeah, summers are brutal. Oh, by the way, this is my girlfriend!”

You were still standing behind the couch, not wanting to encroach on their family discussion, but when Jisung mentioned you he motioned for you to bend down into the frame and introduce yourself.

You waved, hoping he could see you. “Hi! Nice to meet you, I’m y/n.”

Jeongin shot you a polite hello before addressing Jisung again. “I honestly thought you were lying when you said you had a girlfriend.”

Felix burst out laughing from the other side of the couch. “I miss you guys. It’s not as fun to make fun of Ji without you. Minho’s been lacking!”

“Oi, at least I have a girlfriend,” Jisung butt in. “I reckon you four will be single for the rest of your lives.”

“I bet Jeongin’s found himself a summer crush,” Felix reasoned. “He’s always had the most game out of all of us.”

The youngest boy scoffed. “Yeah, okay. One of us is a famous K-pop dancer, but I’m definitely the one with the most game.”

“Talent doesn’t equal game,” Jisung added despite being roasted within an inch of his life seconds earlier.

“Where is Minho?” Nikki asked the twins suddenly, looking around the room for her eldest son.

“He’s at the bar we went to the other night,” Felix answered. “The one on the roof.”

“Can one of you go grab him? He needs to say hello to the boys.”

“I can do it,” you volunteered automatically without thinking. You didn’t want either of the boys to give up time talking with Jeongin and Yoon, but you hadn’t considered that you would have to see Minho and be alone with him if you were going to take their place.

“Are you sure?” Jisung asked.

“Yeah, totally,” you replied, trying to control the shakiness in your voice. “You guys stay here. I’ll go get him.”

You kissed Jisung before you could change your mind as if the decision had been sealed by your lips.

You ran back by your room to slip on some shoes and took your hair out of the towel it had been drying in, hanging it on one of the hangers in the bedroom closet.

The bar was only a few floors above the one you were staying at, but you decided to take the elevator anyway, not wanting to get sweaty after having just showered. You tried convincing yourself that being alone with Minho would be no big deal, even after what happened last time you were at this bar. Maybe you would finally be able to have that conversation you had been trying to have with him.

Doubtful. He’d been acting weird all day. Certainly, he’d find another reason to blow you off and you’d be right back where you started.

As soon as the elevator dinged at the floor you were headed to your heart dropped into your stomach. You told yourself that the nerves were because of the height. It was a rooftop bar after all. But you had been perfectly fine the last time you were here, so you couldn’t even attribute your anxiety to that. No, you knew exactly what it was. You just didn’t want to admit it.

Even though the bar was dark, it wasn’t hard to find Minho. The place was practically empty. He was seated on one of the plush velvet couches facing the windows, looking down at something that was in his hands. As you got closer, you recognized something beside him. It was a bag. More specifically-

“Is that my backpack?” you demanded, making him jump up in surprise.

All of the nervous energy dissipated instantly, quickly replaced by anger and confusion. Minho clutched what he was holding to his chest. His eyes were wide with panic and his cheeks were already turning pink.

“What the fuck, Minho?” you hissed, continuing when he didn’t say anything. “Care to explain yourself?”

Suddenly, the shocked expression on his face fell into one of… what you thought might be anger, only confusing you further.

“I should be asking you the same thing,” he spat.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“I know I shouldn’t have taken your stuff without asking-”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have.”

“Let me finish,” he grumbled.

You rolled your eyes, honestly in disbelief that someone who was snooping through your things could have the audacity to be upset with you.

“I just went to get the postcard I gave you.”

The postcard. You had forgotten that he asked for it back. Still, that didn’t give him any right to-

“You said it was in your backpack so once we got back to the hotel I was just going to grab it from your room. I didn’t want to have to ask you again since you were clearly upset about it, so I thought that I’d find it myself. That was all I was going to do, I swear, but you had a lot of things in your backpack that looked like postcards, and some of them mentioned me so… I took the bag with me so that I could look at them all later, after dinner. I didn’t know what I was looking at, at first…” he trailed off.

A slight shift in his hands revealed what he was actually holding. Flashcards. The flashcards. Fuck. The room began to spin and you genuinely thought you might be sick. You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. You wanted to break one of the bar’s windows and leap out of it, even if it meant facing your greatest fear. But you couldn’t move. Your mind screamed at you to do something, say something to explain yourself, but you were frozen in place, unable to say a word, let alone string an entire sentence together.

“What are these, y/n?” he asked, taking a step toward you.

It was a rhetorical question. He obviously knew what they were. “Dates, fun facts, stories about you and Jisung... either you have a really shitty memory, or you’re not actually dating my brother.” His tone was taunting, he was smirking, but the way he was looking at you, the way he clenched his jaw, told you that he wasn’t amused in the slightest.

“I-”

“Are you really in love with Jisung?”

“I love Jisung,” you whispered quietly, desperately. You couldn’t even look Minho in the eye.

“Are you in love with him?” he repeated. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”

You sucked in a breath, forcing yourself to meet Minho’s gaze.

“No.”

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togrowoldinv · 2 years ago

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Batter Up

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

When she notices you’re stressed, your girlfriend takes you to do some unconventional stress relief

Note: Yay for more Nat! Please follow my library blog @togrowoldinvlibrary for fic updates! Enjoy!

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Once you started dating her, it didn’t take Natasha long to be able to tell when you get stressed. Maybe it’s her spy background or maybe she just knows you that well.

But either way she can tell you are stressed out today.

She gave you some space when she first realized it. But when she sees you sitting at your desk and working on your laptop, she decides to try another tactic.

“Detka?” She tries to get your attention. You don’t look up from your laptop. Nat walks over and pushes the screen down.

“Nat! What are you doing?” You ask her, frantically trying to open it again.

“Come on,” she stops your hands and takes them into hers.

“But-“

“No, y/n. You need a break,” she says. She pulls you towards the door. Before she opens it, she takes one of leather jackets off the coatrack and places it over your shoulders.

“Nat, I really need to work,” you say as she leads you to your car. She opens the door and you get in the passenger side. Nat goes to her side and gets in. “How did you get my keys?”

“They were on the counter,” she shrugs. “Now I want you to take the aux and play whatever you want, okay?”

“Whatever I want?” You ask with a smirk.

“Yes baby. Whatever you want.”

With a kiss to your cheek, she puts the car in drive and takes off down the road. About twenty minutes and some songs that annoy Natasha later, she pulls into a parking lot.

You look around. You definitely wouldn’t have guessed she would bring you here. “Batting cages?” You ask.

“Let’s go.”

You follow Nat to the cage and she helps you out of her jacket. You grab a bat from the rack.

“Alright, let me grab a tee and I’ll get you set up,” Natasha says.

“Oh, I don’t need one. I can hit off the pitching machine,” you tell her. She raises a brow.

“Detka, are you sure?”

“Yes, just turn it on please.”

“You got it, babe,” she says, still a little skeptical of it.

But as soon as you start hitting the baseballs she realizes that you definitely know what you’re doing. With each swing, the balls are rocketing off the bat.

“Well, damn,” Natasha accidentally says aloud. She can’t help but admire you. She finds it incredibly attractive how confidently you are swinging. The last ball comes through the machine and you crush it.

“God, I feel better,” you say as you turn back to Nat with a smile on your face.

She comes into the cage again and immediately pulls you in for a kiss. There’s so much passion behind it that you almost fall over.

“What was that for?” You ask her once she’s pulled away. You’re practically breathless.

“You were just- so hot,” Natasha says. You giggle and she kisses you quickly. “I didn’t know you could hit like that.”

“Yeah well I’m full of surprises,” you joke.

She slips her jacket back onto you and takes your hands.

“I hope you’re not full of stress anymore.”

“I’m much better. Still have a little bit though,” you say.

“I can think of another way to handle that stress,” Natasha says with a smirk.

“Oh, please take me home Natasha Romanoff,” you say.

She smiles and you walk to the car maybe a little bit quicker than usual. Natasha always knows how to make you feel better.

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hornytome · 1 year ago

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Hello everyone!! Finally time for an update. I’ve put it off because of nerves too long.

So, basically: I’m not a butch lesbian (anymore)! I’m actually bi and transmasc.

Shockingly, my girlfriend is no longer a femme lesbian either! She’s also bisexual. Still a girly girl though.

We both went through a parallel simultaneous journey of discovering we’re bi.

It’s as upsetting as it sounds!! Will not lie!

She calls me her boyfriend now and our sex revolves around penetrative sex. We have a realistic cock and I’m trying constantly to find a new more realistic one.

We haven’t actually slept with a man quite yet, though. We may never, to be honest.

There was… A guy… We both struggled immensely with our attraction to him, and our OCD played a large part in that. We both got over it and realized we definitely have a crush on him. That’s… simmering away right now. No idea where it’s going to go. He’s a good guy.

This has fundamentally changed our view of monogamy. We’re still prescribing to the concept of monogamy, and I suppose our rule is that if we’re both interested in the same person, then we don’t mind too much.

So, I guess I should explain why I was dragging my feet. Hornytome took off way more than I ever expected it to. I gained a massive wlw and lesbian following, and I’m so proud of who’ve I’ve brought together and modeled healthy love for.

For a long time, I identified as a lesbian, and that felt like my authentic self. I wasn’t lying to anyone, or misconstruing truths. In making this blog, I wished to explore my lesbianism. In living and growing beside this blog, I discovered a lot more.

So, to be very clear, I’m bisexual, transmasc, and a lot happier than when I started this blog. My attraction to women is gay, and my attraction to men is ALSO gay. Beat that!

That leaves me with a conundrum then. What to do with my blog? I’d love to keep posting, but a vast number of you are wlw. Perhaps I could stick to talking about Edith and I on this blog?

No matter what happens, this is no longer specifically a lesbian blog. And I’m sorry if that disappoints some of you. I really, really am. But being dishonest to myself helps no one. You haven’t lost a comrade, you gained one!

So. That’s why I’ve been gone! 6+ months of processing a major life change. I want to get back into stories. Maybe shoot me some ideas 🌝

Anyways! I’m going to be tagging this with old and new tags, just to reach as far as possible.

Edit: Also: stories will not revolve exclusively around men!! I like fucking my girlfriend a whole lot!

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freedomfireflies · 2 years ago

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Hey lovey,

How are you doing? First and foremost, I’m so happy to have stumbled upon your blog—I absolutely adore your writing. You have such a beautiful ability to convey a story even in such a few words.

I know I’ve already requested a little something before, but in the event you do find time, and interest in my request, would you write something else for Chris?

Your latest blurb with Harry and Chris reminded me of a fic I read a while back about reader being Chris’ younger girlfriend and him being quite jealous and uncomfortable of her closeness to Harry Styles, given his age.

If you are comfortable, I’d love to see your take on Chris and a younger reader, who’s in her twenties. I don’t really have a premise in mind, but I feel given his history with anxiety and desire to settle down he’d be second guessing his decision to be with someone younger and maybe even feel insecure.

Thanks, sweetheart. 🤍

You are so sweet, thank you so much for reading and requesting 😭��

“Right, which is exactly what I told him…before I realized he wasn’t even listening.”

“Oh, he never is, no. Unless you’re talking about statistical reports or the number of shares involved, he won’t have a fucking clue what you’re talking about.”

“See, that would have been good advice before I wasted half an hour of my life trying to explain why Jack and Rose both being able to fit on the door was a moot point.”

Harry laughs as he crosses his arms and leans back against the wall. “Oh, well, now I’ve gotta hear this.”

Pleased to share, you clear you throat and sneak a glance at Chris. He’s heard this spiel a hundred times, and he smiles knowingly as he nods at you to continue. “Okay, well, obviously they both could have fit. Duh, that’s the first thing they try in the movie. But the second Jack climbs on top, it starts to sink, because it can’t support both their weight. Therefore, they both would have frozen to death, and Jack made the choice to die for her.”

Harry smirks, head shaking as he glances down at the floor. “Well…shit.”

“Exactly,” you agree. “I will die on this hill, it’s such a stupid argument. Because even if things had been different, Jack still would have chosen to die for her because that’s just who his character was. And, honestly? I think we can all agree that saving Leonardo Dicpario just…isn’t worth it anymore?”

He laughs again as Chris slips an arm around your hip and grins down at you.

“You…might have a point," Harry muses.

“Thank you,” you sigh, before you feel a familiar sort of tapping on your waist. You straighten up. “Anyway, thank you so much again for inviting us to your show. It was…so great to see you again, Har. Really. You’re doing so many amazing things. And I’m really proud of you.”

A lifetime of memories pass between you as Harry meets your eye and offers that understanding smile you’re so used to.

“Anytime,” he says gently, throwing a grin to Chris as well. “Seriously, both of you are always welcome. Just let me know and I’ll make it happen.”

“We might just take you up on that,” you smirk before the tapping on your side increases. “Thank you again, and hey—good luck on your tour.”

“God, yeah, thanks,” he laughs as the rest of his team begins to fervently gesture him over. He winces. “I’m gonna need it.”

With that, he tosses you both a wave before the three of you part ways and disappear down different ends of the hall.

The drumming continues all the way down the corridor and even after you’ve rounded the corner.

It’s not until you find yourselves alone that you place your hand over Chris’s and give it a firm squeeze. “Okay, all right. What’s wrong?”

You slow to a stop, quickly turning to face him as you watch him sigh and look down at the floor. “Nothing. I’m fine, I’m just ready to go.”

But you know him. You know each nervous tic. You know he only taps your hip when he’s anxious. When he needs a reminder that you’re there.

“Chris…” you try again, fingers tangling in his shirt as you tug. “You promised.”

He looks at you, eyebrows weaving through the lace of guilt as he slips his hands around your wrists. “I know, but it’s nothing. Really—”

“Baby—”

“I…just…” He sighs yet again, one palm dragging down his beard. “Look, I know…I know he’s a part of your past. Okay, I know that. And I accept that, I just…I don’t know how to not…think about it.”

Your head tilts as you squeeze his shirt a bit harder between your hands. “Think about what?”

He goes quiet for a moment, eyes flicking between yours. “If you would have been…happier. With him.”

You lean back, almost as if struck by the very notion. “Why…baby, why would you say that?”

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and shakes his head, seemingly embarrassed. “I know. I know, I just…you guys have a lot of shared history, you know? And I know he’s closer to your age, can maybe give you things that I can’t. So, seeing you guys together, it just…reminds me that I’m not…that I can’t be your past the way he can. That he’ll always be a part of what led you to me…and I just…I fucking hate that.”

With a wounded heart, your eyes soften. “And what is it you think he can give me that you can’t?”

“I don’t know. A husband that you don’t have to push around in a wheelchair,” he huffs, and there’s a hint of teasing, but you know he’s not kidding. “And he’s probably got a little more stamina than I do these days. Can go more places, do more things. Be who you need him to be. And being with him would probably open a lot of doors.”

“Okay, well, I can open my own doors, thank you,” you playfully retort, and you’re rewarded with a gentle smirk. “I’m gonna be honest, it sounds like you think about him a hell of a lot more than I do.”

He snorts and glances off down the hall. “Funny.”

“I mean it.” Your fingers tug once more on his nice dress shirt. “I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to go on that first date with you. I knew people would talk about our age difference, and I knew there would be things we’d have to work out. I knew. And I still said yes.”

He looks back.

“You know why?” you whisper, now reaching up to press your palm to his cheek. “Because adult diapers or not…I love you. I always will. You’re Captain fucking America, for pete’s sake! And obviously it’s not about how you look. It’s about who you are…but you better believe Harry was eating his fucking heart out when he saw who he lost to.”

He laughs. In that familiar, boyishly charming way you’re so obsessed with. “Wow, thanks. No, that was good. That was good. I’m cured.”

Your response is to reach up and press your lips into his. Firm but loving. Filled with every promise you might never be able to verbally make.

But every promise you plan to keep.

For a moment, he stills, seemingly taken aback by the sudden rush of intimacy. But, after a moment, his hands find a home on your waist, as they always do, and he seems to unwind.

And once you’re sure he’s begun to release some of his anguish, you pull back to see him. Really see him.

“Baby…and I need you to really hear me when I say this…you are the best goddamn thing that’s ever happened to me," you whisper, overcome with emotion.

He smiles, exhaling a gentle laugh as if amused with your effort but you’re far from done.

Your grip becomes a little harder. “I’m serious, okay? Things with Harry…were fine. They were fine. And yeah, maybe he’s a small part of what brought me to you, but you…Chris, you? You…are fucking everything.”

The smile slowly slips off his face at the earnest fervor in your voice.

“Every day when I wake up and see you in bed—in our bed—it reminds me that you weren’t just the right decision. Okay, you are the only decision. You are the only thing that makes sense for me. The only person that I need to be with. Fuck the past. The only future I want looks like you. It is you. You are all of it.”

And you’ve never meant anything more, and you can only hope that he feels exactly how much he means to you.

His expression softens as he releases a deep breath and slips his palm around the back of your neck to keep you close.

“I know that doesn’t fix it,” you tell him gently. “I know that. You think I like running into Minka Kelly and remembering your past? Fuck no. But there is nothing—and I mean this—that Harry could have given me. Nothing. I don’t even—I mean, I can’t even imagine what a future with him would have looked like. I don’t want to imagine.”

Your touch moves to his chest once again, fingers tapping over his heart.

“When I see him, I don’t think about anything else but you,” you continue. “Honestly. I mean look at you. Come on. Harry doesn’t stand a fucking chance next to you. Not with that receding hairline of his and the complete lack of communicational skills. Seriously, you were such an upgrade for me, it’s not even funny—”

He dips down and kisses you again. Harder this time. As if to say everything he doesn’t know how to say aloud.

“I love you,” he whispers, nose nudging against yours. “I really, really love you.”

“I know,” you whisper back, smiling rather giddily. “And I mean it, Christopher Robert Jamal Evans. You are the best goddamn thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He groans playfully at the use of his full name but kisses you again anyway.

And you let him. Because kissing him feels like coming home. It feels like finally finding your place in the world.

It just feels…right.

“Take me home,” you murmur the moment his tongue swipes at your bottom lip. “Take me home and make me your future.”

And who is he to say no?

His arm quickly loops around your lower back to tug you into his chest before he leaves you with one final reminder of who he is to you.

And you don’t imagine you’ll ever forget.

“Promise,” he says, smirking victoriously as his hand travels to your ass to give it a quick squeeze.

And you laugh before leading him out of the arena, hand and hand, the anxious tapping now nowhere to be found.

And you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

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~ Full Masterlist

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oskea93 · 1 year ago

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Keep it to Yourself (3 - Part one)

✶ DouglasBooth!Nikki Sixx x OC ✶

Warning: Cursing, physical violence A/N: Hey guys! So, this is kind of just a filler chapter that goes along with the last chapter. I promise things are gonna kick up soon and you'll get to see how everything goes down once Bryant is with Nikki 24/7. I just want to also say thank you to everyone that has been reading! You guys are amazing and I appreciate the love so much!!

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“Okay, well thanks for checking.”

I watched as Doc hung up the phone, his hand moving down his face in exhaustion. That was the fourth person he had called and there was still no sign of Nikki. “Haven’t seen him.” He muttered as he started to pace. “I don’t know who else to call or even know where to look. He could be halfway out of California right now for all I know.”

The party quickly died out after Nikki and I’s explosive reunion. Nobody was really in the mood to party anymore after having to dodge glass bottles and whatever else Nikki could get his hands on.

“I doubt he went very far –“ I started. “He’s high off his ass, Doc. He probably went back to his house to get even more loaded.” Doc shook his head. “You knew this was going to happen – You and I both knew he wouldn’t react well to seeing me.”

“Well, I thought he would have a change of heart.” He rushed. “The bastard hasn’t seen you in a few years – he was fucking infatuated with you – he fucking loved you.”

“She left his ass standing on the stoop outside of his house, Doc.” Vince interjected. “Would you be happy to see the woman that left you the way she left him? He was a fucking wreck because of Bryant – You think this time is going to be any different?”

I turned to look at the blonde, “Everyone forgets the fact that he’d been cheating for months.” Our eyes locked. “But yet I’m the asshole because I stood up for myself and left. I guess I should’ve been like the whores you get with that’ll stay no matter how many women you’re fucking.”

He puckered his lips, earning a laugh from the bimbo attached to his side.

Vince and I never had the type of friendship that I had with Mick and Tommy. We tolerated each other and that was it. I was there the day he showed up to Nikki’s apartment. His girlfriend led the way into the living room – the arrogance flowing from her like a cheap perfume. She was your typical rich girl from the Valley, who was basically just with Vince to piss off her parents. She bought that son of a bitch anything he wanted – spending thousands of her parent’s money on the man. I guess the coke they spent so much time snorting damaged not only her brain cells but also her judgement.

I rolled my eyes in disgust before removing myself from the couch. Doc had retreated to the backyard, a portable phone pressed against his ear as he walked along the pools edge. I decided that this was my que to leave – taking matters into my own hands. I knew of some places that Nikki frequented when we were together. If he wasn’t at his house, then I would try those places. Unlucky for Doc, he was notorious for leaving his car keys in the ignition – easy access for anyone that wanted to take it. I threw my purse into the passenger seat before climbing in and starting the engine. I tore out of Vince’s driveway – speeding onto the freeway as the warm, night air whipped through my hair.

“You think this is okay – You look like you’re ten seconds away from the fucking grim reaper coming for your ass!” He rolled his eyes as he paced the kitchen – his fists balled up at his sides. “Doc called me and ask-“

“You fucking called her?” His eyes wild as he stared Doc down. “You fucking called her!”

“I had no other choice, Nikki.” Doc was terrified. “You’re getting worse every day and you won’t listen to anyone at this point. I had no other person to turn too - She’s your wife, Nikki.”

“Ex-wife.” Nikki and I spoke at the same time.

Doc let out a sigh, “Wife, ex-wife – It’s all the fucking same. You two were married – you were madly in love with each other. Yeah, it ended badly but I know for a fucking fact that Bryant still cares enough about you to not want to see you like this.”

I kept my eyes on Nikki, “If he wants to kill himself with a needle then that’s his fucking choice.”

“What!?” I winced as Doc grabbed onto my arm. “What’re you saying, Bryant?”

Nikki and I stared at each other – he was still fucked up, but I could see the hatred and emotion coursing through his green eyes. “Nikki’s a grown man, Doc. A grown man that’s acting like a little bitch because of all the trauma that’s fucked up his life. He thinks that a needle filled with a feel-good drug is gonna help his pathetic ass – then let him think that. Who am I to say anything – It’s not like I wasn’t there when the real creative juices were flowing – when Motley was at the top of their game. Nikki’s choice is to be a junky – a fucking junky who’s never gonna reach the top – just the bottom of a 6-foot hole and his name added to the overdose roster..."

I parked behind one of the cars that was here earlier – quickly getting out and running towards the stairs. The door was still unlocked, and the house was still a disaster. I didn’t bother calling out of for him – choosing to run up the stairs and into the bedroom. It was a shock to see the once bright room was now painted a dark red – Tiffany lamps with scarves over them casted a low light across the room. The state of the room matched that of downstairs – the only difference being the random dime bags and needles scattered around. The TV that sat in the corner displayed a shattered screen – looking as if a bullet had gone right through it. Doc had mentioned that Nikki would hallucinate, the drugs telling him that his house was being invaded.

“Where are you?” I whispered as I moved towards the notorious closet.

This was his spot – his safe space to do dangerous things. I took a deep breath before slowly pushing the wooden door – the sight causing my stomach to drop. A collection of used syringes and a revolver laid on the burnt carpet. Bullet holes that matched the one that was put in his TV were displayed on the walls around the small area. This was the room that possessed Nikki – lured him in like a siren out in the ocean. The closet was like a mistress – their relationship buried behind the heavy cathedral doors.

“Nikki!”

My head shot up at the sound of the shrill voice. The female’s heavy heels slapped against the marble floor as she continued to scream his name out. I removed myself from the closet, walking out of his room as I looked over the banister. She was petite blonde girl – late teens – possibly early 20s. Her clothing was typical of those that hung out on the strip – black leather, short skirts, and tits out for the world to see.

“Nikki, please baby –“She wined as she searched. “I need you right now, baby.”

“He’s not here.”

She stopped dead in here tracks, her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. It was evident that she was one of his junky whores. She not only got to fuck around with Nikki – but she also got to indulge in the glamorous drugs that his fame brought in.

Her face twisted into disgust, “Who the fuck are you?” Typical valley girl. “And how the fuck did you get in my boyfriend’s house?”

I couldn’t help but smirk as her feathers ruffled. It was cute that she thought Nikki cared about her. I pushed myself from the frame, slowly walking down the stairs. I kept my eyes on her as I took each step – her body twitching as the last of the drugs wore off.

My slightly taller frame stood over her, “I think the better questions is who are you?”

She shifted away – her mind trying to tell her to act normal but her body betraying her. “I’m Colette – Nikki’s girlfriend.” She spoke so surely. “Now – “ She cocked her hip to the side. “Tell me who the fuck you are and why are you in my fucking boyfriend’s house.”

I took a second, just looking at her and thinking what a shame it was that she was in the position she was in. Colette was a very pretty girl – probably came from a good family – actually graduated from high school and had a bright future ahead before she met Satan on the strip.

“How old are you?” I dodged her question.

She looked confused for a second, “19.”

Nikki – you fucking bastard.

“Why are you hanging around a 27-year-old man who’s addicted to ever drug known to man? You should be hanging out with your friends – going to college – not sleazing around on the strip looking for a fuck and a bump.”

“Nikki loves me-“

I let out a laugh, “You honestly think Nikki Sixx – big rockstar for Motley Crue – loves and cares about some little chick he met at a bar? Honey-“ I stepped closer. “The only thing that man loves right now is melted and injected into whatever vein he can find. You’re just a piece of ass to him – an easy fuck that he’s just gonna forget about when the drugs start to wear off. You and I both know you deserve way better than that – Don’t be one of those girls that are just hanging around and getting fucked up just to brag that you bagged Nikki Sixx.”

Maybe telling someone the cold truth wasn’t best when they’re coming down from drugs. Colette instantly broke down in tears – literally falling onto the floor as loud sobs left her body. I couldn’t help but just stand there for a second – to stunned to even do anything right away. I wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction – I was honestly waiting for her to start throwing punches or to cuss me out.

“Oh my God –“ I muttered as I pulled her off the floor. “I didn’t say those things to make you cry.” Mascara streaked down her face. “I was just trying to get you to understand that Nikki isn’t all he’s cracked up to be.” She was still crying – her eyes puffy and lipstick smeared as she wiped away the tears.

“Why do you even care?” Her voice cracking.

I took a deep breath, “ I was married to Nikki.” Her eyes connecting with mine. “We got together way before he formed Motley – back when things were less hazy. I was in your shoes at one point. I was that little girl that hung around the strip, and I let Nikki talk me into a lot of things that I should’ve never done, but he sucks you in with those green eyes and that smile.” Colette stayed silent as I spoke. “I guess what I’m trying to say is just stay away from Nikki or any guy with long hair on the strip for that matter. You’re too pretty to get strung out and have your life ruined by these guys.”

Just like a typical addict, her demeanor instantly changed and the girl that I first met reared back around. She pushed away from me, smoothing out her leather outfit as she rolled her eyes. “You’re a fucking liar.” She sniffed back the remaining tears. “You’re probably some psycho stalker that’s in love with Nikki and you’re just trying to push me away. I love Nikki and he loves me, and I won’t let you or anyone else for that matter get in my way, you stupid bitch!”

Before I had time to reply or react for that matter, her ring clad fist connected with my nose. Searing pain and the sound of bones crunching rang through my brain as I stumbled back. Not giving me the chance to recover, she lurched towards me once again, my red hair balled in her fist as she brought me to the ground. I’m usually scrappy, but the bitch was still high, making her have the strength that she typically would never have. If I didn’t think fast there was a chance that she could cause more damage or even kill me. Before she could send another blow to my face, I brought my knee up, practically stabbing it into her stomach, causing her to fall beside me on the ground. She moaned out in pain, giving me the chance to bring her equal payback...

I never liked fighting, but I could never stop once I started. I would go into another world – blacking everything out as my fist did the damage.

Colette was a bruised, bloody mess by the time Doc arrived, pulling me off her scrawny body. I didn’t even know it was him until his voice finally broke through the fog I was in. Pretty sure I hit him to as I flailed around as he tried to get me under control.

“God dammit, Bryant!” Doc yelled as he threw me onto the couch.

I heard another voice as I crashed back to reality – the site of jet-black hair kneeling beside Colette catching my eye. Nikki carefully picked up the young girl, carrying her bridal style up the staircase to his heroin den.

“She did a number on you, didn’t she?” Doc muttered as he started cleaning my face.

“Fuck you.” I spat as I stormed off the couch. My face was pounding – blood still falling onto my shirt as I walked out the front door. I knew my nose was broken – her rings wreaking havoc on my face with each punch but how fucking dare Nikki tend to her first! I could feel tears welling up as I paced the yard.

“Bryant, you need to get back in the house.” Doc spoke from the stairs.

“Fuck you!” I yelled. “Fuck you! Fuck Nikki! And fuck that stupid fucking cunt, Colette!”

Good thing Nikki didn’t have neighbors or else they would be getting a free show right now.

Doc trudged down the staircase, grabbing my arm off guard, dragging me back into the home Nikki and I once shared. “Sit your ass down.” He firmly placed me into the dining room chair, placing a rag full of ice on the bridge of my nose.

“Fuck me.” I winced as the weight and coldness of the ice balanced on my face.

Doc let out a sigh, “I was going to kick your ass myself for stealing my car, but I’ll give you a break this time.” I rolled my eyes. “Now, you gonna tell me what happened between you two?”

I glanced up at him, “Isn’t it obvious.”

“It’s obvious you let her get the first punch in.” He smirked. “But I wanna know why it all started?”

“Well, he’s 6’1 and a fucking asshole.”

Doc looked towards the ceiling, “You’re fighting a fucking groupie over Nikki? I thought we got past that point back in 1982?”

“I told her that she doesn’t need to be hanging around a guy like Nikki. She’s too young to be strung out and hanging on the streets of Hollywood trying to get the attention of junky rockstars.”

“Brya-“The sounds of sires caught our attention as the cars pulled behind Nikki’s corvette. I walked closely behind Doc as he walked back to the front door, the officers halfway up the stairs. “Evening officers –“He was sweating. “What seems to be the problem?”

The officer looked over Doc’s shoulder, his eyes connecting with mine. “Got a call about an assault on a young woman.” He placed his hands on his belt. “Are you Bryant Mitchell?”

Doc spoke up first, “Listen officer, this is all just a misunderstanding.”

The officer wasn’t having it, “Doesn’t sound like a misunderstanding, sir.” His hands going for the handcuffs. “Now, are you Bryant Mitchell?”

He let her call the fucking cops on me. “Yes, sir.” My voice low.

The man nodded his head, pushing Doc out of the way as he reached moved behind me, grabbing onto my arms as he placed the cuffs around my wrists. “Bryant Mitchell, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say could be used against you in the court of law…”

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myplace2fangirl · 2 years ago

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6 day countdown, brought to you by another fangirls theory/thoughts

If I had to guess, (& it’s possible I could be way off! Good thing blogs can be used for fictional crap 😙) Logan and Quinn might’ve become an “it” couple their senior year and didn’t give a shit about it because they’re busy loving each other.

I think, Zoey was the one parading around Chase only for it to somehow not work out. And Lola and Vince were likely short lived. That left Quinn being the roomie who entered all giddy and smiles…and that ain’t because of her quinnventing! (No pun intended lol)

So then there’s Logan. He’s a different man since dating Quinn and being open about it. He’s more approachable, in a better mood and has gotten better with his anger issues. Heck, he doesn’t scare Quinn if he does get angry…she’s been his muse through it and by now that’s just not his regular thing anymore. I’d like to say they both took on yoga (which Erin Sanders is an actual practitioner!) and bonded heavily over that. It kinda sucked for Lola because she once enjoyed it and now has to be annoyed by her 2 friends who are SO in love! ☺️

I’m not sure if Chase and Zoey were broken up yet but something says there was at least trouble in paradise more than expected. Zoey being Zoey comes in her room irritated af while Lola and Quinn are enjoying senior year and each others company. Maybe Quinn takes a sabbatical with her attention towards science (BRIEF!) to focus on this new real deal called “a relationship.” At least a few months…I mean she’s a genius and knows a lot already…that knowledge isn’t disappearing anytime soon. 😉

Btw, could you picture Chase and Michael totally making fun of Logan and his softening side? I know I could 😂 here’s my take:

Michael: grabs the small purple pillow sitting on Logan’s bed. “Well my goodness, wanna explain the new addition to your bed?”

Logan: grabs pillow from Michael and holds it to himself. “Dude, don’t touch my stuff!”

Michael: “you know I never would have taken you for the purple and white polka dot type!”

Logan: “yeah well…it’s Violet. And a gift. You can’t just be rude and hide a gift…you know?”

Michael laughs historically. “You got it bad! Alright none of my business, carry on with your “violet present.” Continues laughing as he walks out.

Logan sighs of relief and proceeds to fall back on his bed hugging the pillow tightly.

Chase walks in staring at a pillow hugging Logan. “Uh, hey man. Whatcha doing with uh Quinn’s pillow?”

Logan: throws pillow at chase and jumps out of bed. “Who says its Quinn’s? Wait, how do you know this stuff?”

Chase smiles and shakes his head. “My girlfriend and yours have roomed for like 2 years. I notice things man.”

Logan picks up the pillow and snares at Chase, resuming his snuggle with Quinn’s pillow. (“If only I could have the pillows owner in here rather than the pillow itself…nosy roommates 😠”) he thought to himself. Logan pauses and sits up as though he’s cleverly thought of an idea…wait…he did! “That’s it! There is!”

To think a week from today I’ll likely be watching Zoey 102 for the billionth time trying to process everything! Have a good weekend y’all 🥲

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agirlwithbigdreamsforher · 1 year ago

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FANTASY

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

FANTASY

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Andy finds and old costume of Annie and he plans for her to wear it.

Warnings: it’s porn. Cursing words and all of those forbidden things hehehehe.

A/N: This is set way before they got married.

Word count: 2429

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Andy was roaming through the closet drawers, he was looking for a t-shirt he hasn’t seen in a long time. He was sure Annie threw it away, because she told him it was old to the point it was already a bit see-through. Once Andy confronted her, she assured him she didn’t touch it, and he was determined to prove she was lying.

He finished with his drawers and went to the bottom drawer on Annie’s side. As soon as he open the drawer he saw his t-shirt, he pull it only to find out it was stuck, he kept pulling until the t-shirt was free, along with some other pieces of clothing.

“Aha! Found it!” Andy look down to the other clothes on the floor. A tiny pleaded red skirt, a white very short, button shirt and a small black tie. “Hmmm.”

He took everything in his hands and headed down stairs.

“Honey?”

“What?” Annie was in the living room.

“I found my t-shirt!”

“Oh!... great!” She faked joy when Andy showed her the old t-shirt.

“Yeah, but here’s the thing. It was in the bottom drawer of your side of the closet.”

“Really? That’s odd.”

“It is. So my guess is you hid it from me.”

“I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did!”

“Argh! Fine, I did! Andy it’s so old! I can see everything that’s under it.”

“I just wear it when I need to mow the loan!”

“Next time I will throw it away.” She said rolling her eyes. She stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“The kitchen.”

“Not so fast. I have something to ask you.”

“Yes?”

“Is this yours?” He took out the skirt, blouse and tie from behind his pants.

“Where you get that?!”

“Your drawer.”

“You snoop after you found your t-shirt?!”

“No, I pull it out and these came out. So, why didn’t I know you had these?”

“It’s an old costume. I wore it once for Halloween when I was a freshman.”

“I want you to wear it.”

“You’re kidding right?”

“No. consider it as an apology for hiding my clothes.”

“Andy, I’m sure that doesn’t fit me anymore.”

Andy look at the costume and then to his girlfriend.

“It’ll fit.” He said with a wide smile.

“And you want me to wear it now?!”

“No, next Friday I won’t go to the office and Jake will be a school. So we will have the house to ourselves.”

“If I wear that, you have to wear the suit I like.”

“Deal!” Andy shook Annie’s hand, “Always a pleasure to make business with you.” He said eyeing her up and down.

“Oh, shut up!”

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Annie was coming back from taking Jake to school. Andy was in the kitchen having his coffee wearing a suit as usual.

“I thought you were not going to the office today.”

“I won’t.” He sipped to his coffee.

“Then why are you wearing a suit?”

“It’s Friday and you promise to wear that costume of yours.”

“I… really??”

“Yes,” He said firmly, he stood up and walked towards her, “I’ll be working in the office, because I actually have some things to finish.” He took one last sip of his coffee, “When you are ready, baby. Professor Barber will be waiting for you.” And with that he walked away.

Annie knew the way Andy was staring at her, if she didn’t put the costume on he was going to be pissed at her for days. She took a deep breath and headed to their bedroom.

Meanwhile Andy actually took the time to work in some unfinished documents he needed to send later that day. He was typing rapidly when a knock on the door caught his attention.

“Yes?”

“ammm professor Barber, May I have a word with you?”

“Professor?” Andy thought for a bit and then smiled, she was actually playing the game. Andy clear his throat, “Come in!”

Annie opened the door and let him take her image sink, her nipples poking against the white fabric of the shirt indicating she was not wearing a bra underneath, the skirt was barely covering her ass, he was sure that if she bend he could see everything, White high knee stocking with a pair of black Mary Janes, Pig tails, a pen, which she was biting a bit while baiting her eyelashes to him and a small notebook in her hand. Andy’s mouth hang open, he spend the whole week picturing her with the outfit but he was not ready for the final reveal.

“Aren’t you supposed to be wearing a tie?” Andy said when he realize the missing item.

“Tie?” She giggled, “You’re so silly professor; you’re the one who wears ties.”

“Right! So… what do you need?” Annie walked in and sat in the chair in front of his desk, as Andy closed his laptop and move it to the side.

“Ok, so. I was hoping maybe we could talk about my final grade. I think you are being unfair.”

“Miss Johnson, you failed the final exam and didn’t turn in the project.”

“I know,” She said in a sad tone, “But I can’t failed, I have a scholarship, you have to understand…”

“What I understand is that you were distracted during the whole course.”

“I’m sorry.” She bit her lip. “I didn’t mean to be distracted. I love your class.”

“You were top of my class at the beginning of the semester, I don’t understand what happened. If you were nice enough to tell me, maybe I could help you.”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Then I can’ help you.”

“But…” Annie shred a few tears, “Damn, she is good”, Andy thought, his dick twitched in his pants when he saw the tears.

“Miss Johnson, there is no need to cry, come here.” Andy moved his chair and patted his thigh. Annie walked towards him and sat on his lap. “I mean it, if you tell me what’s going on, I will help you, otherwise I can’t.” Annie could feel Andy’s erection against her.

“I…”

“Is this about a boy?” Annie nodded, “do you have a boyfriend? Is that why you are distracted?”

“No, sir.” She said softly, and again Andy’s dick twitched.

“Then I don’t understand.”

“It’s not a boy, it’s a man, and he is… forbidden.”

“I see.” Andy placed his hand on her leg, stroking it slowly. “Is he older than you?” She nodded, her eyes noticing how his hand traveled further. “Is he a professor?”

“Aham.”

“Do you like him?”

“Yes, sir. Very much.”

Andy’s hand almost reach the hem of her skirt.

“Please don’t tell me is Doctor Martin, he could be your grandfather.”

“No, sir.” She said through a giggle.

“Is it me?” Annie took a deep breath, “Answer me, or I will not change the grade.”

“Yes.”

Andy turned to see her and crashed his lips against hers making her moan. They broke the kiss.

“Stand up.” Andy said and she did. He noticed the small wet stain on his pants where she was sat. His hands lifted the skirt, her bare pussy was on his eye level. “Do you walk around campus like this?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You like teasing boys, pretty girl?” Annie didn’t answer, “I bet you love the attention.”

“No, sir. I only want your attention.”

“So fucking pretty.” He said looking at her pussy. “Hold this for me, baby girl.” Annie hold the skirt up. One of Andy’s hand moved to her pussy, separating her lips, “So wet, is this all for me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He said with authority.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” Annie let out a soft moan, “You like being a good girl?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then be a good girl and sit here.” He patted the desk and she followed his command. “Lay down and open your legs for me.”

Annie jumped on the desk, she bend her knees and put her feet on the edge of the wood, she laid down showing her glistening slit to Andy.

“Were you this wet in every single one of my classes?”

“Mhm.” Annie’s pussy was already throbbing, Andy’s husky voice and the whole situation was making her arouse, if she had known that Andy’s fantasy was going to make her feel like this, she would have done it before.

“Poor baby,” He caressed her thighs, “I can’t imagine how frustrated you felt. I beginning to understand why you failed the class. It must’ve been horrible to be this wet in class and not being able to get yourself off.”

“I waited to be in my dorm.” She said shyly.

“Naughty girl,” his fingertips were sending shivers along her skin, “Wanna know a secret?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I always touch myself at the thought of you.”

“Re…Really?”

“Oh yeah. If I had known your pussy looked as delicious as it does now I would’ve…”

“What? You what?” Andy’s tongue lick a strip on her pussy. “Oh fuck!”

“And it tastes so fucking good.” His finger pull the hood of her clit, “Look at this, so little and cute.” He put his lips around the small nub sucking it slightly.

“Fuck, Andy!” He slapped her thigh hard.

“How you called me?”

“I’m sorry, Professor. Sir!”

“Good girl. Turn around.”

“But…”

“I said turn around!”

Annie turned on the table, she ended in all fours in front of Andy. Her ass and pussy on full display for him.

“Bend.” Annie bend her upper half against the wood, “If I were you,” He slapped her ass, “I’ll brace myself.” Annie’s hands reached for the edge of the desk. She was just getting comfortable when Andy’s mouth stuck to her pussy.

“Jesus, fuck!” Her hands clasp against the wood. She felt how Andy’s hands grabbed her ass and pulled her cheeks apart.

Her warm hole pulsing at the thought of Andy’s face staring back at her. His tongue licked up and down her slit, getting into her hole a few times. His tongue then travel to her ass hole.

“OH GOD!” She felt his warm tongue pocking against her back entrance. He went back to lick her slit; his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it hard while he kept eating her out.

“Please!”

“What you need?”

“I’m coming! Fuck!” The louder she moan the faster Andy rubbed her clit. “I’m… FUUUUUCK!”

She came hard, her thighs shook and her juices covered Andy’s beard and desk. Her face leaned against the table.

She was so lost in her orgasm that she didn’t heard when Andy opened his zipper. She was taking a breath when Andy slid in her cunt and moaned loud. He bottom out and slapped her ass.

“Such a good girl, all warm for me, ready for me to use.”

“Yes!” Andy began to move, taking her hips to pound harder against her,

“Say you are mine.” Andy said.

“… yours… fuck!”

“Loud and clear.”

“I’M YOURS!”

Andy slapped her ass again. He grabbed and moved her to be on her back, she felt like a rag doll. Her legs were not responding and her arms felt heavy. She saw Andy stroking his hard cock, the tip was angry red and leaking; and his eyes were dark with lust.

“Open your shirt.” Andy said without breaking eye contact with her. Her small hands opened the buttons and showed her breasts to him. “You are beautiful.” He walked closer and slide his dick along her already abused pussy making her whimper. He sank into her and they moaned. “Fuck.” He said through gritted teeth.

When he bottom out he began moving, slow at first but soon his thrusts became hard and fast.

“You feel so good, baby.” Andy said, “Squeezing me hard.” Her boobs bounced with each thrust and Annie was a moaning mess. Andy couldn’t stop looking at her pussy, completely drench and creaming his full length.

“Please, don’t stop.” Annie said in a moan.

“I won’t.” Andy speeded up. His balls hitting Annie’s ass, the slapping sound mixed with their moans and gasps. “Fuck!” He could feel her pussy clenching around him.

“There! Please!” Andy’s pace became erratic, he was about to cum too. “Fuck!!!!” Annie came with a loud moan and Andy followed soon after. He pulled out and cover her belly with his white load.

He put his dick back in his pants and let himself fall on his chair, but Annie kept shaking and convulsing on the desk.

“Honey?” Andy stood. “Shit!”

“I’m … still… coming!” Her legs were shaking uncontrollably. “Please…” she whimpered, tears streaming down her face. “Make it stop!”

Andy took her in his arms, and hold her while he put his fingers inside her and helped to reach her release again, he touched her spot over and over, and while she moaned Annie’s body came back from her high. Andy stopped and removed his fingers when Annie put her head on his shoulder and hugged him. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes not saying one word.

“Did I pass?” She said, it was clear to Andy she was spend, he could heard it in her voice.

“Yes, I’ll change the grade.” He felt her nodded, “You think you can keep the costume?” A simple hummed was her answer.

Her breathing soon became calm and steady, Andy stood up with her in his arms and headed to the bedroom. Once in there, he placed Annie on the bed, removed her clothes and headed to the closet to changed his clothing opting for a pair of sweat pants and his old t-shirt. He then went to the bathroom and came back holding a hot hand towel, he sat on the bed, opening her legs. Her pussy was raw red and still leaking. He placed the towel between her legs.

“No… stop!” Annie said with a whimper and kicking her legs.

“Baby I have to clean you.”

“Don’t… too sensitive.” Andy tried one more time to clean her but she slapped his hand away. “No!”

He sighed and move to his side of the bed throwing the towel into the laundry basket. He covered themselves with the comforter, got closer Annie and hugged her.

“You ok?” Annie nodded, “You’re not talking much.” No response, “Was it too much?” she shook her head, “Then what is it?”

“I’m exhausted.” She said softly, she looked up to meet his eyes, she noticed he seems worried, “It was amazing.” Her hand caressed his cheek, “Thank you, Professor Barber.”

Andy smiled, kissed her forehead and let her sleep against his chest.

#andy barber fanfic #andy barber #annie johnson #andy x annie #the nanny fic #andy x reader #andy barber fanfiction #andy and annie #the nanny au

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runscold-runsdeep · 8 months ago

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Been having some thoughts for a while now, and I really wanna talk about them. Just. Scream it out into the void for a moment and let it echo. Not exactly a vent? But I just have a lot of thoughts about the tickling community of tumblr, and why I’m not as active on it as I used to be, or why I kind of avoid it.

I’ve been a part of it since I was maybe 14, but I never engaged with the kink side. I just thought of it as a sfw interest, and I kept my distance from the kink the best I could and stayed with my fellow sfw tickling enjoyers, and fuck, I tried my fucking best. Everyone complains with kids invading nsfw spaces, but I as a child had to block and beg kink blogs to not follow and interact with me, and I think twice I was groomed in the community by kink adults. It’s terrifying how many groomers there are in this community, and I think one of my groomers is still active, and it kills me even today that my call-out post I made when I just turned 18 fell on deaf ears. But it is what it is, I guess.

The entitledness folks have here is grating too, and it’s so tiring to see the same arguments from both the sfw and nsfw side with the “it’s a kink and there’s no such thing as sfw tickling” vs the puritan “Nsfw tickling is gross and y’all should feel bad about it” fights. For as long as I’ve been active, it’s been the same drama and I’m just, over it.

While the community sucks major ass, and I don’t wish to engage with people much anymore there, I do want to try to open back up and write fics and make art, even if it’s just me and my girlfriend—who I met in the fandom tickling community—that will enjoy them.

But idk. It probably won’t happen, but I really wanna try to enjoy the community again.

#idk this has been bouncing around in my head a while #and no one really cares but #idk #I’ve been in a weird headspace recently #tickling #tickling kink #tickle kink

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astralsweetness · 9 months ago

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Hii it's me again!! I've been really busy with college and stuff, but how are you?? really hope you're doing fine 💕

Also I have a question for you, do you have an ult bias? and an ult group?

Hi omg - sorry for vanishing off the face of the earth, I hope that didn’t scare you away 😭 Likewise, I was busy with college - it was right before finals, and then it WAS finals, and I was out here trying to write a research proposal in a week while dealing with other tests lmao. I felt swamped. (And then I got on a new medication that destroyed me for a bit… anyway! I’m back now lol). I hope you’re managing to make it through as well! 🤍

I put the rest under a read more bcs I got rambly lol

As for ults, yes, of course I do! My ult group was originally a group called “History” - a group of men who were all much older than was normal for an idol group to be. For comparison here, they debuted a year before BTS but their youngest member was the same age as one of BTS’s older members. They got massively fucked over by their company (the company disbanded them while their leader was in the military, and didn’t tell him - he found out when he did an internet search of his group that they were disbanded). I think, genuinely and in retrospect, not disbanding them would have just been delaying the inevitable though. The staff was constantly breaking into their studios and destroying their work, I think some of the members were starting to have conflict with one another under the immense pressure the company was putting them through, they were constantly getting injured (one of them literally fell and broke their wrist into the microphone during a music show performance and he had to take himself to the hospital and pay for the treatment himself) or were being forced to starve/dehydrate themselves, and they were also constantly ridiculed (one member was told he was literally only good for his singing voice, one member would literally not get lines in entire songs that already didn’t have choreo, so he’d just stand their while the others sang, etc).

But, also, they were my ult group and they disbanded days before my graduation and it devastated me in ways only things like this can lol. It’s been.. god, seven years now? So I can look back on the time fondly without as much pain anymore. Plus, I genuinely think all the members are much happier now - one got married and has a one year old baby girl, one finally disappeared from social media after getting a girlfriend, one is a prolific producer for BigHit/HYBE, etc. I’m happy for them. Proud of who they’ve.. not grown into, since they were already grown, but proud that they’re finally doing things that being an idol kept them from.

Anyway! They were my ult group for.. a long time. But they’ve been disbanded for so long now, I don’t really know if I can consider them my ult anymore. Pentagon is definitely sitting in that position now, if it’s open - they’re a very different type of group when compared to History, more familial, more ride or die with one another.

Seventeen is similar to them - familial and will also always have a special place in my heart, even if I don’t talk about them as much anymore. They’re who I initially made this blog for, after all.

I guess, in a way, they’re both my ult groups now. I don't know, after History, it's hard to pick a group as my "ult" lol.

As for ult bias.. yep as well! Originally it was a History member, but I went through a rough patch and no longer feel as.. comfortable, with the idea of him anymore. Just to be clear, he did nothing wrong haha. It's all on me.

My current ult is an idol I'm a bit wary to mention, because they seem to be very divisive in places. So I'll just leave it at that!

Honorable mentions to Tei and Woozi! I don't think Tei counts as an idol, but he's a Korean singer I've always adored and loved to listen to. People who can sing ballads as well as rock masterfully own my heart haha. And Jihoon, I mean.. come on. I love him haha.

#ask #anonymous #seventeen #woozi #pentagon #history kpop

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sluttywonwoo · 1 year ago

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instead of you [part twenty-three] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of sex (mdni)

word count: 3.5k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

series masterlist | early access to the next chapter on ko-fi

You listened to the bedroom door shutting and the muffled whispering that followed. You and your best friend traded looks

“Son of a bitch,” Jisung said, smirking. “Didn’t think he’d be bold enough to bring a girl back here with our parents staying in the same apartment.”

“You’re here with me,” you pointed out.

“Yeah, but according to them we’re in a committed long-term relationship. They don’t know I just picked you up off the street.” You shoved him. “Ow!”

“You’re so annoying.”

“You know what I mean, though,” Jisung continued, dropping his voice into a whisper so that he couldn’t be heard through the wall. “I doubt they’ll be thrilled.”

“Who says they have to find out?”

“Oh, you’re right. He’ll probably just fuck her and kick her out.”

You tensed uncomfortably and Jisung turned his head towards you, noticing the way you’d gone stiff next to him.

“What, are you jealous?”

“Wh-what?” you asked, eyes wide in panic.

Did he know? Had he known this whole time and was only acting like nothing was wrong?

“Yeah, are you jealous? That he’s having sex and you aren’t?”

Jesus Christ.

“Oh, I mean I guess.”

Were you jealous? Was it even fair to feel that way if you were? You didn’t necessarily want to be a random one-night stand of Minho’s, but you did want him in that way. It wasn’t worth it to lie to yourself when it was so obvious. It was bad enough lying to your best friend. Still, it wasn’t like you could have him- or that he could have you. It wasn’t fair to be jealous over someone that wasn’t and would never be yours. Even if the attraction was mutual, it wasn’t like you could expect him not to fuck other people since you were fucking his brother.

“Me too,” Jisung agreed with a sigh.

It was easy to forget that weren’t the only one being forced to stay celibate. And even though you were the one who was arguably making the bigger sacrifice, it still had to be hard for him.

“Although, if the sex is that quiet I don’t want it,” he added in a low voice.

You hadn’t even realized it had gone silent on the other side of the wall until he mentioned it. You waited a couple of beats, holding out to see if maybe they had just taken a breather in the middle or something, but you couldn’t even hear them talking anymore.

Jisung had already turned over on his side to go to sleep, but you stayed frozen in place, still waiting to hear anything that indicated what was going on in the room next door, but there was nothing. You knew you shouldn’t even be listening in the first place. It was invasive and inappropriate- sure, Minho had heard you “having sex”, but only because you were loud on purpose, not because he was trying to.

The mere thought of Minho having sex with a stranger was enough to make your stomach turn, and yet there you were torturing yourself and being nosy.

After several long minutes filled with the sounds of Jisung’s soft snores and your own breaths, you rolled over and squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself to drift off. You weren’t sure how long it took, but you must’ve fallen asleep eventually because the next time you opened your eyes the bedroom was filled with sunlight.

Neither of you had remembered to shut the blinds or draw the curtains the night before which let the light shine through the window unfiltered, right into your face. You blinked and groaned, blindly reaching for your phone on the nightstand to shut off your alarm.

Everyone had to be up early because you were going to Disneyland- something that had not necessarily been your choice, but more of a suggestion by Jisung’s parents. You were happy to go, though. The only Disney park you’d ever been to was Disney World in Orlando. Your family used to go every couple of years and it was fun enough, so you figured Disney in Shanghai would be fun too… of course, there was the whole ‘Walt Disney was a piece of shit’ and ‘Disney as a corporation is a conglomerate monopoly that sucks the money and creativity and joy out of everything it touches’ issues that you had to look past, but since Minho had performed at one of the parks a couple of years ago, everyone got free tickets was so you might as well go and enjoy it on the company’s dime.

Thankfully, it wasn’t the day that you had to wear the matching shirts with everyone so you wouldn’t look that touristy, but you knew they’d probably make you all wear Mickey ears at the very least.

You got dressed along with Jisung and took turns in the bathroom brushing your teeth.

“Make sure you put sunscreen on,” you reminded him through a mouthful of toothpaste as he walked past the open door.

“You too,” he shot back.

You spit into the sink and rinsed your mouth before responding.

“I already have sunscreen on, dumbass. And you’re the one who needs it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I think you already know the answer to that.”

He rolled his eyes at you. “Fuck you.”

“You wish.”

“Good morning to the happy couple,” Felix chimed in, peeking out from the door to his bedroom. “I slept through my alarm, but your bickering woke me up so thank you for that. I would’ve been late to breakfast.”

“We weren’t bickering,” Jisung scoffed.

Behind his back you gave Felix a look that said we definitely were and he just laughed. Jisung turned to look at you, raising his eyebrow in suspicion.

“What?”

“Nothing, babe. Let’s go join your parents in the kitchen. I think the food’s here. It smells delicious.”

Dom and Nikki had ordered room service for everyone and it was waiting on the table for you when you walked into the common area together.

“Good morning,” Nikki greeted you brightly, lifting a cup of coffee to her lips. She gestured to the spread of breakfast foods laid out on the table and encouraged you and the twins to help yourselves.

You grabbed a plate and filled it with fruit, spooning strawberries and blueberries onto the side so that you could save the middle for bigger things like a bagel or a waffle. Jisung and Felix went for the heartier dishes first, predictably filling their plates with sausage and bacon before moving on to the fruit and carbs.

Minho was the last to join, stumbling tiredly to the table as he yawned and blinked the sleep from his eyes.

“Good morning,” Nikki said, just as cheerily as she had been with the other three of you.

“Morning,” Minho replied quietly.

“Is your, um... friend joining us for breakfast?” his mother asked.

Everyone’s attention was suddenly on Minho. You all had stopped what you were doing to look at him expectantly. You’d been about to take a bite of toast, but you didn’t want to miss what he said so now you were just holding the piece of bread inches away from your open mouth.

Minho shot Felix an accusatory look, as if he thought his younger brother had been the one to snitch on him. Felix gave Minho a quick shake of his head and just shrugged, communicating back that he had no idea how they knew.

“No, she left a couple minutes ago,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. His cheeks were pink with embarrassment and he kept his head down as he took a seat next to Felix.

So she had stayed over.

“Will you be seeing her again?” Nikki pressed, spreading butter onto an English muffin. Dom elbowed his wife pointedly, but she just waved him off. She knew exactly what she was doing, giving her son a hard time.

“I don’t know,” Minho answered, barely audible.

“She seemed nice,” Felix supplied helpfully with a grin. “She was a college student studying abroad.”

“How interesting,” their father said unconvincingly as he stirred cream into his coffee.

“Yeah, she’s American too, like y/n.”

It was your turn to be thrust into the spotlight and you wished you could disappear. There was no reason for the invocation of your name to be suspicious or strange, but you still averted your gaze from everyone and stared at your plate.

“What a coincidence,” Nikki mused thoughtfully.

“I didn’t even know you brought someone home,” Jisung lied. You weren’t sure why he was blatantly making shit up, but his reasoning became apparent as he continued. “It was so quiet on our end of the apartment all night.” You reached under the table and squeezed your best friend’s thigh in warning, but he didn’t react and continued to tease his older brother. “Did you guys just have a sleepover or something?”

Minho raised his head and glared at Jisung angrily, offering no response- denial or otherwise.

“Or are you just not as good as you think you are?”

He didn’t say it explicitly, but the implication was there. Everyone at the table knew he meant good in bed, but for all you knew he could’ve been referring to everything else Minho did too, using the night before as an excuse to call him out in front of everybody.

Minho clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes at Jisung. “You want to go there?”

The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. You didn’t know what your best friend’s problem was, but his apparent unresolved bitterness toward his brother was starting to get on your nerves. Your grip on Jisung’s thigh tightened and you gave him a disapproving look.

“Quit it, Ji,” you scolded him at the same time his dad said, “That sort of talk isn’t appropriate for family meals”.

Jisung apologized and dropped it, but Minho was still clearly fuming. The rest of breakfast was quiet, with only Felix and Nikki trying to revive the conversation by talking about anything and everything. By the time everyone had finished eating it was time to pack up for the day and head downstairs to call a cab.

Jisung disappeared into your room to get your backpacks leaving you with Felix in the living room.

“Today’s going to be fun,” he muttered, loud enough for only you to hear.

“Tell me about it.”

“At least we’re gonna spend it at the ‘happiest place on earth’, right?” he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Yup,” you agreed. “Can’t wait.”

Disney was much more your speed than Yomiuriland had been. The rides weren’t nearly as tall here, and the ones that looked too daunting for you had cute little child swap areas where they were playing movies to wait in. Of course, the movies were all in Mandarin, but you’d seen most of them enough times to know what was happening anyway.

Jisung wasn’t as hesitant to leave you by yourself in the child swap, but he still offered to stay behind with you every single time. You had to assure him that you were more than content to hold all the bags and watch Beauty and the Beast with a bunch of toddlers and exhausted parents. And it was true. It was nice to have time to yourself to just do nothing. You were able to scroll through social media without having to look over your shoulder, able to simply exist without feeling like every breath you took was a lie. You were only alone for a few minutes at a time, but it was still nice to have a break.

The wait times were pretty long, considering that it was the summertime and the height of tourist season, so a lot of the day was spent standing in line. You would wait with the Hans up until the very end of the line and then either get on the ride with them or skirt into the child swap room right next to the loading dock to wait for them.

“How was it?” you asked, standing when you saw the boys coming through the switch door. You distributed the backpacks back to them, receiving a kiss from Jisung as you handed him his.

They had just gone on the TRON motorcycle roller coaster, something you had been happy to pass on. You remembered all of the TRON promotions playing on cable when you were younger, but you had never actually seen the movie. Either way, you weren’t interested in the ride because of the high drops.

“It was really cool,” Jisung replied, pushing his curls out of his eyes. “You would’ve hated it.”

“I bet.”

Minho slung an arm around each of his twin brothers and squeezed them affectionately, laughing when they both groaned. “Are you guys hungry? Should we get lunch?”

“I could eat,” Felix said thoughtfully.

“Me too,” Jisung agreed, then turned to you. “Babe?”

“Lunch sounds good to me.”

You wandered together until you stumbled upon a restaurant called Wandering Moon and decided to eat there. You weren’t sure what kind of food they served, it was a choice of convenience rather than craving- as most theme park meals were.

You shared some egg rolls and wok-fried spicy chicken with Jisung. You knew that they had accommodated the spiciness for the tourists here and that it didn’t measure up to the actual Chinese definition of spicy, but it was still hot. You had to drink three cups of lemonade just to tolerate the spice and be able to get it down, while Jisung was completely unbothered.

“How are you not dying?” you choked out between sips, spilling lemonade down your shirt in the process.

“You forget that I’m a culinary student,” he reminded you, putting a hand on your knee. “This is nothing.”

“What’s the spiciest thing they’ve ever made you eat?” Felix asked with a grin.

“They’ve made us eat a lot of weird shit,” Jisung mused, “but spiciest... there were some peppers we’ve been given the ‘option’ to try.”

“Why’d you say ‘option’ like that?”

“Because they can’t legally make us eat anything. It gets even dicier when you get up past a certain Scoville level, too. But they usually want us to know what the ingredients we’re cooking with taste like so we know how their flavor will affect the rest of the dish. If that makes sense.” He paused, waiting for his brothers to nod in understanding or acknowledgment before continuing. You already knew all of what he was saying from listening to countless stories he’d prefaced with this exact information so he didn’t even need to look at you to know you were following. “So while we don’t have to eat them, our professors always highly recommend trying at least a little bit of everything, and it’s kind of implied that you’re a pussy if you don’t.”

“What if you’re a vegetarian?” Minho interjected.

“Then you kind of just have to deal with being looked down on until you graduate. Actually, you’ll probably be looked down on your entire career. Culinary is a toxic field, but we don’t have time to unpack all of that right now. Anyway, we’ve worked on dishes with Ghost Peppers and Trinidad Scorpions, and basically, it just turns into a pissing contest over who can take the most heat without drinking anything.”

“Did you ever win?”

“Absolutely not. Look at me. This girl from Nepal beat us all almost every single time. Nepali food isn’t even known to be that spicy. We’re all just wimps.”

“I remember the ghost pepper day,” you chimed in suddenly. “You came to my dorm in tears.”

Jisung grimaced at the memory as his brothers laughed. “Thank you, my love, for bringing that story up.”

“He laid down in my bed and made me go buy him a gallon of milk from the gas station down the street. By the time I got back, he was convinced I’d have to take him to the emergency room. He turned out to be fine, obviously, but at the time my car was in the shop and I’d never driven his before so we really thought we were going to have to take the campus bus to the ER.”

“Oh my god,” Minho murmured.

“I know how to drive his car now, though. So if that were to ever happen again and you actually did need to go to the ER, we’d be fine. Theoretically.”

“I’m so relieved,” your best friend deadpanned.

After lunch you were back out in the park, flip-flopping between whichever attractions had the shortest wait times. You hadn’t seen Jisung’s parents in a few hours. They had told you that they were starting on the opposite end of the park and were going to do some shopping. They claimed to be too old for the rides, saying they weren’t worth the back pain later, and you couldn’t blame them. A two-minute ride on the teacups didn’t really sound like a fair trade for hours of soreness. Even if it was just an excuse to avoid their children, you couldn’t blame them for that either.

Minho had only been recognized a handful of times so far, but as it got later into the afternoon and the park grew increasingly crowded you noticed that he was getting stopped more and more times. Felix and even Jisung were unfazed by the whole ordeal. You were the only one who seemed to feel out of place when people approached Minho. Sometimes the fans would ask Felix for a picture too, because apparently he had guest-starred in a few of Minho’s vlogs, but usually you and Jisung just stood on the sidelines while this went on. There was only one time Jisung was roped into taking a picture, and it was a group picture with all three of the boys.

He had told you a few weeks ago that he was involved in a public charity organization with his brothers, and that he was only ever recognized because of it in association with Minho, but it was still weird to see.

You felt a little possessive over your best friend as you watched him interact with the stranger and her family who had stopped them. You itched to take his hand, pull him away from the conversation and keep him to yourself. You weren’t sure what had come over you. He seemed totally fine. It wasn’t as if he looked uncomfortable or anything. He was perfectly friendly to the girl and even wrapped his arm around her shoulders for the photo, but you couldn’t help but feel the need to rescue him. You were relieved when they exchanged goodbyes.

“That was weird,” you said, slipping your hand into Jisung’s again.

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “It’s been a while since that happened. I was used to it for a while, back in Seoul.”

“Did anyone ever stop you by yourself?”

“Never just me. Sometimes they’d stop me and Felix if it was just the two of us, which was always kind of funny. Like, to me it makes more sense to take a photo with us if we’re with Minho, or at an event for the nonprofit. I mean, I guess Minho’s kind of more well-known too, so even that makes sense. But me, I haven’t done anything. I don’t work in the industry, I’m just Minho’s brother.”

You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder as you walked. You were beginning to understand Jisung’s complicated feelings toward his older brother more with every day you spent with them.

“You’re not just Minho’s brother,” you protested.

“To you.”

“To lots of people! All of our friends at school, your family, your professors...” you trailed off.

“Yeah, I guess.”

You wanted to reassure him, but you could tell he didn’t want to talk about it anymore so you dropped it.

The afternoon passed rather quickly. Every time you got off a ride the sun was a little lower in the sky until finally it kissed the horizon and turned the clouds pink. As the evening wound down into night the four of you hovered over a map of the park together trying to decide what your last stops would be.

You stayed until the park closed, ending the night by meeting up with Jisung’s parents for the fireworks show. They were the best fireworks you’d ever seen, which was to be expected since fireworks were invented in China. Still, you couldn’t keep your gasps of surprise and delight to yourself as you watched them explode into bursts of color in the dark sky. Jisung kept his arms around you the entire time, hugging you from the back and giggling at your reactions to the show in between kisses to the top of your head.

If you just kept looking up, you could fool yourself into thinking that it was just you and Jisung. You could tune everyone else out, his brothers, his parents... it was just the two of you enjoying each other’s company like you used to. It was peaceful, although a little naive of you- especially considering that it was the last night things would feel relatively normal.

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darkdaysdiary · 2 years ago

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7-10-23

I don’t know how to feel about anything anymore. Damon has been my other half for more than three years, and for that to mean nothing to him in mere moments leaves me hurt. And maybe I’m weak for saying it but I still want to be with him. I want us to work, which is why I turn to this blog, where nobody knows me and no one will probably ever see it. Which is why I can be so real and forthcoming on here, no judgement.

I don’t want to tell anyone what he did. He says he wouldn’t blame me if I did but he just doesn’t understand. If I tell people I have to deal with the embarrassment of having to explain that my fiance cheated on me after three years together then came back to our home and slept in our bed with no second thought. Then more embarrassment and judgement for wanting to stay and work through it.

I have spent the last five days dealing with knowing. Is knowing better than not? I guess I’m still trying to to figure that out. I’d like to say no but then I just am the fool who had no idea her man was cheating on her. Obviously my subconscious noticed cause I have never just gone through his phone before.

He does want to work everything out so he agreed to answer any questions I could possibly have and currently he has been answering. I have been consumed about the possibility of her getting pregnant ever since I found out. I still have no clue what story is real when it comes to them using a condom and I don’t think I’ll ever really get the truth. And my mind can jump thoughts and conclusions VERY quickly. What would I do if she did get pregnant? Would I stay with Damon if she did get pregnant? How would we explain to people? I was so mad at Damon for not knowing if she was on any form of birth control. Especially because we had that conversation before we even got together, he’s the one who convinced me the get birth control. I made the decision of the bar because it’s the most effective form. But neither him or I knew if she had any form at all.

I, naturally, made Damon block Emma on everything when I found out. But then I got stuck with the thoughts of for at least two months we would never know if she could get pregnant. And if she ended up getting pregnant she would have no way of telling him. She blocked me so theoretically she could unblock me to tell me but my god that would fucking suck. So I let him unblock her to ask her if she was on birth control and thank god she also has the bar. Not that that can make everything just get better but at least I don’t have to worry about some cheaters child being in my universe.

I still can’t stop thinking about what he saw in her. I see all these similarities between the two of us. The clothes we both have. Things I have that she has posted photos in. I don’t know how I will be able to wear them again without the thought that if I wear them will I remind him of her?

Her differences mean more to him then what me and her have alike. She is a skinny small blonde. He likes the smaller girls. I was friends with him long before I was his girlfriend. I saw him with his previous dates. I know that he likes small. I’m a 5′6 200 pound brunette. He likes girls who smoke and will play video games with him. I don’t do either of those.

But I know that’s his type, and I know I don’t fit into that standard.

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waitingformyfavoritesongs · 2 years ago

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Wed 7:30 🕢 am pt 26 April 2023

I currently have no beef 🥩 with Travis McCoy. It’s not the part that I have beef 🥩 about. It’s the part Incubus sang. But it don’t matter anymore. 7:33 pmpt

8:58 am pt when I met Scott the first time, I scowled at him to discourage any s*xual relationship btwn us Bcz I was VERY attracted to him physically but we both had boyfriend/girlfriend. Jessica was very sweet and a little shy ☺️ a little quiet. An architect major at the time. 9 am pt she called him sunny 🌞. 🎶🎼🎵🎤🎧🎸 I said are you gonna be my girl? 1 2 3 take my hand 🤚 and come with me Bcz you look so fine I really wanna make you mine 4 5 6 come on and gets your kicks 🦵 [...] big black boots 👢 long brown hair she’s so sweet with her get back stare 🎶🎼🎵🎤 9:03 am pt

6:02 pmpt right butt cheek flared 🔥😞😖😭. Smelled 👃 acetone in the bathroom 🚽. Smelled 👃 like nail polish remover 💅🏼 6:04 pmpt. We don’t wear nail polish 💅🏼 currently.

6:05’pmpt might be retailiation for my blog. I mentioned nail polish 💅🏼 recently. 6:06 pmpt

6:07 pmpt around 2 pm pt I tried to take pictures using Instagram, Facebook, & tumblr of when I was around 4 years old. It wouldn’t post after I selected to “use photo”. 6:09 pmpt incubus doesn’t want me posting it I guess. I wonder 💭 why .

8:08 pmpt I don’t believe in the incubus anymore. I 💭 think he’s twisted. Making child rape happen. He knows how to make people weird and make them forget right from wrong. 8:10 pmpt I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ why. He likes torture? Of children 👶? And he likes rape? I remember b4 my birthday 🎂 in 2000 probably, after school 🏫 probably, I was laying on the couch 🛋 (right jaw bone 🦴 pain 😖😭😰😱 feels like he might snap off the corner of it! 😭 he also attacked my vag multiple times probably last 48 hours with acid again!) mtv was on, the lady who said she had boxes 📦 of old vintage toys 🧸 for toy fairs was my neighbor, Carson Daly was on and they were was Avery young woman 👩🏼 naked? on tv 📺 with only whipped cream covering her vag. And a man also was ther and they rubbed their private parts together. Carson said someone’s dad is going to be very upset. 8:15 pmpt I got h*rny. I wonder if the incubus was around. I wasn’t even 15 years old yet. 8:15 pmpt

8:23 pmpt it was probably that same school 🏫 year that I found the ring 💍 (cramps 😖😭😫) in the girls bathroom 🚽 and strangely 💭 thought it was for me. 8:24 pmpt. 8:25 pmpt I didn’t wear it for years. I wore it recently though in the last 3 years. 8:26 pmpt

8:28 pmpt a pipe was changed a few days ago. Unfortunately the people who changed it seem to intentionally put a lot of dirt in the pipe. I have very sensitive skin so I reacted to it. Right shin pain. I’m guessing they are Cano’s friends. I am guessing that some of Cano’s friends are staying in the hotel 🏨 and are mocking me Bcz they know all the tiny secret architecture stuff of the hotel 🏨 and are using it to poison ☠️ me through the air and maybe 🤔 the water 💦. 8:31 pmpt

11:10 pmpt incubus (left heel pain 😖😭😤🥵😤🥵) god planned dugard’s stolen life. A very ugly awful reality to live. He faked her out every day. She could have been saved quickly but she wasn’t. She was naked sitting 🪑 on a bucket 🪣 in a shed with fuzzy/fluffy handcuffs (porn stuff) 11:14 pmpt it would have been obvious with his history what he planned to do. But cops 👮‍♂️ followed what demon angels told them to do. It was very obvious that what they were told to do was wrong. Yet they did it. Cops 👮‍♂️ of all people, you would think 💭 it was obvious to them. Which means they intentionally let bad things happen Bcz they have no motivation to do the right thing. 11:18 pmpt what decency? Their god is heinous, but they have all sorts of reasons. Now I’m wondering 💭 what is true???? Are all people bad? Are all people good? How did we survive b4 god? My brain 🧠 is getting attacked by acid again now it’s significantly attacked. I’m very scared 😱 when will be the last attack? 11:21 pmpt how do you prove you’re good? Greeks say friendship is a slow ripening fruit. Why Scott is expecting me to trust him and automatically trust any feelings (acid throat pain 11:23 pmpt) how many ways did he intend to use “fell for”? Love 💗? Tricked? (Left hip bone 🦴 pain 11:25 pmpt. He very early on drew my name looking like I was going to get fat and fall with 6 backward 7s. I think 💭 he planned to not elaborate/explain much, withheld information ℹ️, and pretending that he was thinking 💭 one way publicly, but it is obvious to me after the fact when I reviewed things that happened that he is portraying himself the opposite of what he really is. 11:28 pmpt pretending to accidentally get cat 🐈 hair on the condom. But when I told the doctor 👩‍⚕️ the doctor 👩‍⚕️ saw through it and thought 💭 it was intentional. 😤😤🥵😤🥵😖😭 chest heart ♥️ pain 11:30 🕦 pmpt 11:31 pmpt

11:32 pmpt he said the Bible was “interesting.”

12:21 am pt incubus probably helped the man 👨 who s*xually assaulted and murdered Jon benet Ramsey. Maybe he was actually there in person. 12:22 am pt

incubus hurt my spine I felt something stab inside and push in. Right jaw pain left shin pain. In 2021? Someone broke into our apartment and spoiled our food. How do I know? It was a coconut 🥥 (acid throat pain 12:25 am pt. The shell was hard when we bought it. When we came back the shell was only soft on the bottom as if someone stayed a while to soak it until it turned to mushy soft shell. 12:26 am pt every apartment I lived in from 2020 to 2022 had weird realtor lock 🔒 boxes 📦 on the stairs. 12:28 am pt. I thought 💭 someone was trying to toy 🧸 with me. 12:28 am pt some of our things spontaneously got broken. 12:29 am pt. Food was also stolen in 2020/2021. Neighbors behaved strangely and had very minimal furniture 🪑, uncluttered apartments. 12:31 am pt end of 2020 I think 💭 they moved out. 12:31 am pt. Those lockboxes are weird. Left hip bone 🦴 pain left shin pain. Why would incubus toy 🧸 with me all my life to fake me out in the end? I was miserable 😖 😭the way I was. I wanted to be genuine authentic and happy with friends. Why would he do something so cruel? Why is there child rape? Bcz he is cruel. Simple. 12:34 am pt

12:40 am pt I guess garrido might have been 100% zombie 🧟‍♂️. Bcz he seemed to have a multiple personality disorder. Switching btwn sobbing 😭 saying sorry (so that god incubus looks better to people) and then 180 degrees change in mood and all of them did had lapses in memory on specific events. And Bcz the cops 👮‍♂️ let it continue that’s confirmation that it was all coordinated by incubus god and they all agree to do it. 12:45 am pt rough acid pain brain 🧠. If that isn’t proof enough that he’s the devil and you should not do what he says if you’re a cop 👮‍♂️ or a doctor 👩‍⚕️? Then I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ what else to say. 12:47 am pt but I guess Bcz they keep doing it, then they’re resigned to the design of this is how life ends. You do what the devil says then it means you should know you’re at the end of your life. It’s not only the person you do wrong but it’s also yours. We are all designed to take out each other then. I was going to write ✍️ something but I forgot... if you have very good abilities to think 💭 I guess. There are things you knew that a lot of people don’t know Bcz of mind control, then you’re very guilty. Like probably Scott -> scottservo. 12:52 am pt. A lot of people only know a little Bcz they’re usually very distracted that they don’t connect the dots and they don’t realize a lot. 12:53 am pt I tried to explain the way I saw 👀 and dealt with things. 12:54 am pt

12:55 am pt is this way of life neverending? You will know when I don’t have something/a part of my body anymore. I don’t want to live broken anymore. 12:57 am pt. I am the secret symbol for whether child rape ends or not Bcz I am sacrificial lamb 🐑/cow. Jon benet Ramsey. Japanese r = L sound. Left hip bone 🦴 pain acid throat pain 12:59 am pt. They groomed me to possibly be raped when I was 4 years old. If you believe in the test. Otherwise we have a cruel twisted god. 1:01 am pt. Why let someone be born to torture them? Heinous. 1:02 am pt

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