#i hit tweet and then went hold on.... what the fuck. why did i do that

[kalashtars]

so i started being active on twitter in vtuber circles and... tell me why it's SOOO scary interacting with people on there omg. but also i'm incapable of shutting the fuck up so. truly living in constant anxiety

[iheartmonaco]

Dirty Boy (FC43 x m!reader)

Tags:- Cockdrunk Franco, oral sex (reader receiving), subspace, begging

Everyone was congratulating Franco for his outstanding driving. Even his idols, Lando Norris and Charles Leclerc and Lewis fucking Hamilton congratulated him, acknowledged his talent and hard work. You loved that in barely three races, the world of Formula 1 had taken such a liking to your boyfriend. What was there to not like about him? He was funny and flirty and charming, and he looked like a complete hotshot.

"They all love you, Franco," you said with pride dripping from your voice. The two of you were lying on your bed, Franco with his head pillowed on your shoulder as you read aloud the tweets about him. 

The tips of his ears turned red, a featherlight pink adorning his apple cheeks. "I didn't expect them to at first," he whispered, "with Sargeant being dropped in the middle of the season. I'm glad they do, otherwise I would not have survived James Vowles being such an asshole."

You laughed at his blunt honesty, kissing the top of his head. "Of course you would have survived, baby. You're a phenomenal driver, even Lewis Hamilton thinks so. He said it himself, didn't he?"

"Mhmm. I guess."

You say up to look at him. "What do you mean you guess? You don't think so? You've scored more in three races in half the grid, and that's far more than anyone else could have in that blue tractor."

He threw a pillow over his face and said something, muffled by the pillow. You took it away from his face and saw his flustered face. "Franco. What is it?"

"If I have been doing so good then why have you not congratulated me yet?"

You furrowed your brow, not quite understanding what was going on. "Franco, I've been congratulating you since you got asked to race in Formula One. Have I not said it enough? Because I'm sorry, baby, I'm so fucking proud of you, I couldn't have been more proud—"

"Not like that!" he whined.

"How then?" you asked exasperatedly. He looked down at your crotch, cheeks pink. You caught his gaze and his blush darkened as he quickly looked away. "Oh." Because if there was one thing Franco loved as much as racing, it was your cock. "Oh."

He met your eye with a copy smirk. "So? Are you going to give me my congratulations?"

"Oh yeah? Tell me what you want, baby, and I'll give it to you."

"Don't tease, amor," he scowled, "you know what I want."

You laughed and leaned down to kiss him. "Aren't you mouth today? I guess pretty boys like you are used to getting what they want." You say with your back against the headboard, throwing your sweatpants off. Franco settled between your legs eagerly. He eyes your half hard cock with hungry eyes. "Are you waiting for permission, Franco?" you asked.

He just never stopped being good for you, did he? Franco nodded.

"Good boy. You can have it."

There were two things Franco was exceptionally good at: racing and sucking cock. He stroked it a few times, getting it to full hardness before he licked the shaft from base to tip. Wet heat enveloped you and he sucked, creating a delicious vaccum. 

"Ah— there you go. That's a good boy. You're doing so good."

Your praise spurred him on and he moaned around your cock. Soon, Franco was bobbing his head up and down, getting you deeper and deeper into his mouth, until the head hit the back of his throat. You grabbed his curls, not quite pulling, just holding him there.

"Franco? Can you breathe, baby?" He hummed, then met your eyes, nodded. "That's good. Stay like this."

You helped him relax his shoulders, letting him place his arms on your thighs and stroking his back. You saw the exact moment his movements went lax. His brain emptied out, no longer processing anything but the praise falling from your lips and the weight of your cock in his mouth. He forgot to even swallow, spit trickling out of the corners of his mouth and pooling at the base of your cock. 

Franco closed his eyes. A calm, almost content look settled on his face. He looked so pretty, lips stretched wide around your cock, drool running down his chin, breathing slowly through his nose.

"You're so pretty, baby. So fucking gorgeous with your mouth full of my cock." You ran your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp. Franco sighed happily. "Do you want me to get you off too?" 

He hummed, not answering your question. You gently pulled him off your cock. Franco looked at you in confusion like he had just woken up. His gaze was still cloudy. 

"Franco, baby, do you want me to get you off as well?"

He palmed at himself through shorts as if noticing his own aching erection for the first time. He shook his head. "Jus' need you," he slurred, "just need your cock. Can I touch m'self?"

"Of course, baby. You can touch yourself. Here." You nudged his bottom lip with your tip. He opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out. God, he didn't even know what he was doing, did he? Franco took you into his mouth, fisting the length he couldn't swallow. Slipping a hand into his own shorts, he began to stroke himself off. What a fucking sight that was.

When his movements started to get sloppier, you grabbed the hair at the back of his head and took control of the pace. You held him still, fucking into his mouth as he fisted his cock. 

"That's a good boy, fuck, Franco, so good for me, baby." He whined loudly, sending vibrations up your cock. "Oh fuck. You gonna come, baby? Go on. Come for me. You did so good."

Franco came with a cry that was like heaven on your cock. "Franco," you groaned, coming in his mouth. He swallowed messily, drops of cum dribbling out of the corners. You pulled out of his mouth with an audible pop and stroked his cheek softly. 

He nuzzled into your hand and murmured, "m'dirty, came in my underwear."

You smiled at him, picking him up to carry him to the shower. "Yeah. Dirty boy."

[thedeviljudges]

Hi Noel. We used to be mutuales back in the good old days. I hope you are taking care of yourself.

I am having a fucking horrible time. I am devastated. Even though I moved on from fandom so long ago, I always cared about Liam and I always will.

I think one of the least surprising things for me and I guess for you as well is the reaction so many people are having. They act as if their hatred for him is new and based on recent events but we know that shit runs deep and is old. I’m not even surprised by their hypocrisy because they are all about holding people accountable for their mistakes as they weren’t the biggest fucking bullies to him every single day since day one, why aren’t they holding themselves accountable for being fucking horrible people and being part of the problem? Many of us would defend him and point all of this out too and we knew back then how much he was hated on for literally existing within the band. He couldn’t post selfies because they would accuse him wanting attention and he would get bullied. He couldn’t tweet any simple and insignificant thing because they would hate on him. They were constantly body shaming him. They hated when he would show off his talent in concerts. He literally couldn’t have a fucking break because his existence alone was enough to fueled their hatred towards him. The way they had a fucking field day bullying him and body shaming him when they filmed you & I video. It was constant. It doesn’t matter and it didn’t matter what he did because they simply just hated him and would let him know. Not only were they a huge component of the system that messed him up over the years, not only did they bullied him back then, but now too even in the wake of his death. I never understood it back then and I don’t understand it now, how they could do all of that and continue to do so while demanding accountability and who knows what else as if they are deserving of anything from him or his loved ones when they were fucking horrible to people since the very first day of 1D.

Anyway, to anyone who is hurting and is grieving him, do so, and do so without holding back, do so because no one has the right to police your feelings, and fuck anyone who makes you feel bad for grieving Liam.

hi, babe. i hope you've been well all this time. 🥺

tbh it's hard to add anything because i agree completely. liam was always the one that went through the worst comments (aside from the racism zayn faced) and treatment within the band. people were always so cruel to him for no reason. and no matter what he did, the fandom always found fault with it. it makes me especially sick to see how twitter was relentless with their bullying the week before all of this happened. it was nonstop and then now to see them all pivot and upset... hypocrites.

and all i keep thinking about is how unfair it was because if any of the boys did what he did (and have done), everyone's been so forgiving. but not for liam.

liam loved one direction with his whole heart. he kept the band alive during their activities and long after by mere mention and discussion and knew how special it was for fans and himself. he was the reason i got into one direction, which i think is why it's also hitting me so hard. he's the first video i saw walking the streets of the us in 2012, who stopped for a few fans. he was so kind and loving, and it's incredible how many people in the industry have commented how lovely he truly was.

i feel a lot of things still, so it's really difficult to put it all into words in a single post. but liam was so talented and the fact that fandom never recognized the brilliance of it will forever hang over one direction now.

i truly hope people take this as a lesson to be kind; everyone preaches about it so much - and you're right. they want accountability but can't even recognize that their own actions warrant accountability, too. the callousness that has infected the internet and fandoms will truly be its downfall. there are so many of us who talk about how it's not the same, and it will never be the same again if we don't start having compassion and love even in the face of difficulty and misconduct.

[lillylvjy]

You’re the only (friend I need)

A/n/// JAMES FIC JAMES FIC JAMES FIC. Ok so yes ! This is all platonic! And I had fun writing this! I tried my best but also I have another coming tomorrow so! Stay tuned!

Warnings// swearing a lot, ylyl stream, James being James, James pushing reader, reader slapping James, pure chaos.

^^ look at smiley boy

James had asked you to come on his stream to do a classic “you laugh you lose” stream, and plus people missed your awesome presence and both of your guy’s banter. So of course you said yes.

As the stream began and James did his intro and yelled at the people in chat for calling him an old man, which you agreed with, videos started coming in. Knowing you, James tweeted out to send videos of people getting hurt or hurting themselves in the most stupidest way ever. Which you weren’t prepared for.

As the first couple videos came in, you barely even cracked a smile as you stared intensely at the screen.

“Will these get any good?!” You complained at James and the chat. All James did was smirk at you and leaned back in his chair as he watched the screen.

Immediately you regret saying that as a video of a kid falling face first onto the ground plays on the screen. You immediately go wide eyed and cover your mouth to stop from laughing as James just laughs at you.

“You regret that now you little fuck?!” James teases you as you glare at him and hit his shoulder.

“Yes I do and I feel bad because it was a fucking child!”

“Don’t, they deserved it.”

“James-“

As the stream went on, the harder it got to control the laughter bubbling up in your throat.

“I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold it in. These videos are actually so fucking good.” You tell chat as James just smirks. As you look at him with the most confused look ever, you turn to look at chat to see them spamming

‘JAMES TWITTER’

‘HE SAID TOO’

‘HIS FAULT!’

“Fuck you dude!” You slap his shoulder as you stand up and look down at him as he cowards in the corner.

“Wait! I can explain!” James pleads as he looks up at you with the most horrified look.

“Fine. But make it quick.” You sat back down as you glanced at chat, then back at James.

“There really isn’t an explanation, I just wanted to fuck with you.” James laughs as you narrow your eyes at him.

“You motherfucking bitch. Why am I friends with you?”

“Because you love me!” James said as he did his little… thing… as his voice pitched up a couple octaves.

“Not anymore. I just got full on second hand embarrassment and cried after that.” You looked at him with the most disgusted face ever. You looked over at the chat as you smiled at all the comments.

“Y/n. I feel like you forget that you are my best friend. You are automatically supposed to deal with the second hand embarrassment.” James laughed as you pursed your lips, not having an argument for that.

“I should have left you on that swing set alone that day at school.”

“Oh fuck you. I was cute.”

“No. No. You were just lonely.” You said as you tried not to laugh at James’s hurt expression.

“Guys cancel Y/n! I can’t handle this abuse for much longer!” James overdramatized as he gets on his knees and pleads.

As you laugh at james, you look over at chat and see them all defending you.

‘THEY HAVE A POINT’

‘YOU DO LOOK LONELY JAMES’

‘WAIT?? HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN EACH OTHER??’

“20 beautiful years that I’ve known this man.” You said as you pat James’s head.

“See. You wouldn’t have stayed this long if you didn’t love me.”

“Yeah yeah. I love ya’, blah blah blah-“

“Chat. Chat, clip that. Chat. They just said they loved me.” James whispers into his mic as you roll your eyes and hit him in the back of his head.

“And this is what makes me not love you.”

“What if I said I loved you too…. Would you just throw all of our history away? Would you throw my heart away?! I can’t believe you! You’re just giving up now?! I see how it is. Fine. I’m not getting you dinner after this.” James fake cried as he gave his “speech” to you.

“Why did that sound like you just broke up with me?! Chat. Me and James are strictly platonic. Mr has a girl! But also-“ you slap him in the head again. “You are getting me dinner for being so mean to me.”

“I’m mean-“

“Shush. We’ll discuss this after the stream.” You push your finger onto James’s lip to shut him up as he side eyes the camera, looking at it for some sort of ‘SOS’.

He pulls your hand from his mouth. “Fine. Fine.” James turns to look at you. “Hey. But truly I love you. In the most platonic way there is.”

“No shit Sherlock. And yeah. I love you too. In the most platonic way possible.” You said mimicking his words.

“Oh shut up-“ James said as he pushed you over, resulting in you falling out of your chair, for everyone to see.

“You motherfu-“

Stream disconnected.

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I posted 251 times in 2022

That's 220 more posts than 2021!

113 posts created (45%)

138 posts reblogged (55%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@arson-jellyfish69

@bamsara

@eldritch-spouse

@cyvorg

@brieffarmpeanutpersona

I tagged 104 of my posts in 2022

#idk man - 79 posts

#give me ideas - 73 posts

#scp foundation - 64 posts

#scp - 62 posts

#scp+x+reader - 34 posts

#scp 049 - 33 posts

#y/n - 29 posts

#fanfic - 23 posts

#scp incorrect quotes - 20 posts

#scp 682 - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 59 characters

#bro i don't even blame wished he stabbed me to but with....

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

SCP INCOHERENT QUOTES

Y/n: EEEEEEE *holding clothing hanger*

Able: Why are you holding that?

Y/n: Thank the Lord your here, any chance you have a sandal on you?

Able: Why the hell- Are you seriously afraid of such a small thing? *stares at roach*

Y/n: Easy for you to say- Aaagh-! Don't poke it-!

Able: Pussy-

Cain: Whats with the screaming?!

Y/n: Do you have a sandal on you by any chance?- Oh my fucking gosh it's gone-

Able: Where- *Looks at cain* Oh- Oh *Grin*

Cain: Huh?

Able: *Untying shoe lace* This will only hurt a bit...Hehehehahahaha

Cain: Why are you laughing? *steps back*

Able: Oh God how long I've waited for this moment *raises boot*

Cain:No wait-

Dining Room

Cain's Screams and Able's manic laughter in the distance*

049: I should go check-

035: Don't,go.

049: But-

035: But nothing.*Sips tea*

Meanwhile

682: *Watching Able chase Cain with a boot while Y/n struggles with her life trapped in a corner trying to swipe the flying roach with a clothing hanger*

999: *Worried noises*

Duvet: tweet (Pathetic)

682: Agreed *Nods*

240 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

#4

SCP INCOHERENT QUOTES

Y/n comes home after a fight

035:And what happened to you? (Knows you got into a fight but also wants to know the gossip)

Cain:Are you alright?(Concern)

049: Oh dear, come here I'll disinfect those scratches (Disappointed bird noises)

682: (Doesn't care just watches)

999: *On verge of tears, gives you candy*

Able:... Did you win? (Not worried only wants to know if you won or allowed yourself to get your ass beat)

Cain:Able!

Y/n: Yes (Proud)

287 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

#3

SCP INCOHERENT QUOTES

Able opens Y/ns room: Hey woman make me pizza- what the fuck-

*Y/n yelling at mic*: YOU MOTHERFUCKING BITCH PENNYWISE DANCING CLOWN LOOKING TRIP ASS MOTHER FUCKING LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE-

Y/n: MOTHER FUCKER I SWEAR ON MY MOMMAS GRAVE I WILL FUCK YOU UP DOG-

Able: *Silently watches you rage*

Y/n: YOU DUMBASS BITCH GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY- NO NOT THAT WAY!!!

049: What is with all this screaming-?!

Y/n: I WILL FUCK YOUR DAD AND GIVE HIM A CHILD HE ACTUALLY WANTS-

049 Shocked: Oh my....

Y/n calming down: Yeah, yeah, that's it!!!

682 entering: Shut the fuck up your too fucking loud I'm trying to sleep-

Y/n: Yeah that's it- NO YOU MOTHERFUCKING PV$$Y ASS BITCH-

682:....I'm not even surprised-

Y/n: Okay so go left and there you will see the exit to the maze- No not that left- YOUR OTHER LEFT DUMBASS-

049: I believe we should leave...

See the full post

329 notes - Posted April 15, 2022

#2

049 x sick y/n because I love him?

°~•SCP HEADCANNONS 5

(Weird thing is while making this I'm sick too)

(049)

*Dramatic sound of scalpel hitting the hard concrete floor*

Your... sick? How did that happened? Is she/he receiving attention?Are they eating well?-

A million questions will come out of his mouth. His worry is very clear from the start.

Is it a disease you have? A virus perhaps?

Or have fallen ill because of the dreaded pestilence?

The researchers through the intercom try their best to calm him down, saying you just have the common flu.

They are not real Doctors, they can't sense the pestilence like himself.

He would try to get the researchers to let him out to find you and tend your sickness. Alas, he isn't allowed anywhere away from their line of sight.

He made an effort to break out that entire week but it was futile so he went on and refused to cooperate with the foundation staff.

In the end they let him see you. Not so nicely shoving you inside the chamber quickly locking up behind you.

He carried you immediately and brought you to bed, mindless brutes! Treating a patient so horribly! No wonder you haven't recovered yet!

What was that? Your alright?-No no no no, He knows you well. You are sick- No buts!!! You will be resting in that bed young lady/young man!

You'll only be able to get up to use the restroom to shower/take a dooky, daily check ups and- damn that's pretty much it.

Don't worry! He'll make sure your never bored during your stay!

He will make sure your comfortable in bed, that one star pillow well be replaced with a softer one from his Doctors bag. He will read whatever books he has to offer in his chamber or will Recite you poems that he himself made for you.

Fuck you wanna sleep with a lullaby he'll also do that. You'll be hearing the most soothing songs he has heard during his time exploring Europe. Your mind filled with the most beautiful melodies

Any paper work staff try to give you will go back untouched, he'll make sure not to tell you so you don't stress about it.

"Don't worry Dear they were just asking how you've been" a small little inoffensive white lie. No harm done!

Now let us imagine if you were sick with something incredible hard to cure? Just like, let's say the pestilence?

Well... There is nothing much more left to say other than you will be brought to his cell but met with a very much different approach...

408 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

SCP INCOHERENT QUOTES

*Cue calming morning music*

*Able sleeping in peace in his room, finally letting his guard down*

Y/n: Pass it over here

035: Here

*Passes another red cup*

049: You are aware he'll get mad if he wakes up and sees this?

035: Oh cmon doc, like live a little! *Balancing wooden plank*

682: *Watching from afar*

Cain: He won't be very happy when he wakes up-

Y/n: This is for destroying my homework-

Cain:But you shouldn't take revenge-

035: He burned your crops in minecraft

Cain: That bitch-

464 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

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[dollfaceksj]

the continuation to still don’t know my name | jjk (pt. 2) ↓

“We’re not watching The Notebook again, Jimin.” You slam the elevator button with your thumb, in hopes it’ll descend faster whilst your other hand holds the paper cup of coffee that’s already gone cold.

“Why not? I had such a shit week at work,” he whines childishly, gently kicking your shin with his foot. You kick him back. He huffs.

A dry chuckle leaves your mouth as you shake your head and enter the elevator with him once it arrives.

He keeps telling you to just give it a chance, as if you haven’t watched it 12 times with him. He pouts. You flick at his forehead. He acts like it’s the most pain he’s ever endured.

The door to the elevator opens and you exit, diving your hand into your purse to locate your keys.

“Why was work so bad?” you inquire, fingers still digging through your bag. You almost fail to notice the door right next to yours opening. A figure emerging from it. That door closes again.

Your gaze shifts to the side for no less than a second but you instantly make eye contact with him. Your asshole neighbor, the one you’ve started referring to as ‘Gameboy’. Simply because he likes to game, he’s a boy and he has a small keychain of an old school red Gameboy hanging around the rest of his keys. You tear your eyes off him and guide them back to your purse.

“Ugh, don’t get me started on that. Tell your parents I’m waiting for when they finish building that school so I can get a job there too. I’m sick of old bitches asking me why I wear nail polish,” Jimin says, scratching his scalp in annoyance when it seems to take a long time for you to unlock the door.

In your peripheral vision, you’re able to see your annoying neighbor standing frozen for a moment. Ears tilted to listen to you two. He doesn’t notice you frowning until he glances at you and notices you staring straight at him with an agitated expression.

He simply spins on his heels and disappears down the stairs. Acts like he wasn’t just eavesdropping on your conversation with Jimin.

He’s seen Jimin around here before. Knows that you two are definitely not romantically involved. He might suspect a sexual relationship. He couldn’t be more wrong.

You’ve only had sex with Jimin in your college years. Those days are behind you.

“Well, it’s going to be little kids asking you that instead.” You unlock your front door and kick your shoes off, tossing your keys onto the accent table.

Jimin sighs. “That’s fine with me. You can’t change an old person’s way of thinking. Kids can still be saved from being bigots.” He copies you by kicking his shoes off in the same spot and then closing the door behind him.

You suppose he’s right.

Just like how he’s right about you being childish when it comes to your neighbor.

Sure. He should be able to make a little noise on a Friday night. You do feel bad about berating him for it but you can’t help it, not when he continues to be a fucking asshole.

Or do you simply piss him off because he’s hot when he’s angry?

“So,” Jimin starts, slapping his thighs as he plops down onto your couch. “The Notebook?”

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@archurback4me | 9:38PM

Haven’t heard from you all day

Mad at me?

The smile that threatens to creep on your lips is dangerous. Petty, if you will. Chasing you now after you sent that first message all those weeks ago feels good. Too good.

Jimin has already left for the day, went home before it started storming like it is right now.

You | 9:39PM

you seemed busy so i was waiting for you to hit me up first

that depends. did you do something that i could potentially be mad at?

You’re not mad at all, you just like stressing him out and seeing what he would do.

@archurback4me | 9:39PM

Well, since you’re a brat there could be a number of reasons like me liking someone’s tweet @ me wishing me a good morning for example

You | 9:40PM

ur making shit up

(He’s not making shit up.)

@archurback4me | 9:40PM

Sure I am

I thought about kissing and fucking you all day today

He always does this. Makes you feel guilty for being upset that he’s been busy. Makes you want to launch yourself at the sun. Makes your heart pound against your ribcage. Makes your mind race sinfully.

You wish you could kiss him. You wish he was right next to you.

Feel his fingers sink into your skin as he holds you like he’s afraid you’re going to slip from his fingertips. Feel how his tattooed fingers dip into the nooks and crannies of your body like they belong there. Feel how his lips leave a trail of sloppy kisses on your flesh like you’re a canvas and he’s painting you with his lips.

You try to convince yourself that you two have nothing but something sexual going on but you’re aware you don’t believe that. Not when he wakes up before you to text you ‘good morning’ and stays up longer than you to send you off to sleep.

Has told you he fears not ever meeting you. Told you he dreams about being with you. Told you he wishes that meetup of yours happens soon.

You | 9:40PM

lol

kissing you is all i think about all day everyday

with your hand wrapped around my throat

@archurback4me | 9:40PM

It’s gonna be reality soon

What are you up to?

You | 9:41PM

need to go to the store real quick

@archurback4me | 9:41PM

Okay

Funny cause I just left to go hunting for some late night things too

Be careful

It’s been raining all day over here

Let me know when you’ve arrived home safely.

You | 9:42PM

it’s been raining all day here too

will do

You slide your feet into your boots and head out your apartment. Pull the hood of your hoodie over your head. Shove your phone, wallet and keys in your pockets. Double check to make sure you’re not forgetting anything. Triple checking doesn’t hurt.

You head out the lobby and quickly start walking to the nearest night shop, which is about 3-4 blocks away.

Soft rain droplets kiss your face in an inconsistent rhythm as your Converses quickly tap against the wet pavement. Goosebumps pop out of your skin from the cold.

You gently sigh before crossing your arms over your chest and tilting your head down as you take even quicker steps down the street.

The longer you walk, the heavier the rain starts pouring. Washing over you like it has a point to prove to you. Soaking your clothes in the process. Ugh. You wanted to wear these jeans tomorrow.

Curse words slip your mouth when the rain droplets—paired with the cold—start feeling like needles on your face. Fuck, it’s really cold.

But taking a cab to a night shop in your area sounds excessive. Plus, you don’t have that kind of money. Sure, your parents are paying your rent and necessities but other than that, you have no other income.

The lights flickering in the distance brings you to the realization that you’ve finally arrived after what seems like ages. You breathe out a sigh of relief.

The flickering lights decorating the windows of the store reflect in the puddles. Poison ivy decorates the outside walls and a few cracks in the painted white walls make it look like the ivy’s roots.

There aren’t any cars in the parking lot. No one’s standing right outside the door like they usually would and the store seems empty too.

You finally step in after the sliding doors open for you. The warmth the store welcomes you with kisses you like a lover and it almost sends a shiver down your spine when you finally heat up again. With a tilt of your head, the hood of your hoodie comes off and you can see clearly again.

You rub your cold hands together as you start circling the store, eyes scanning every rack with precision to locate what you’re looking for.

You’re back where you started, at the entrance of the store. You’re about to groan loudly for not finding what you came for but you’re pretty sure the store has it. Trash bags. What late night store doesn’t have trash bags?

It’s funny, really. Almost like a gag in a sitcom.

Because right as you’re looking for something to take the trash out in, you make eye contact with someone you consider to be garbage.

His very familiar face seems to be walking straight for the exit that you just walked into the store from. Great. Even in times like these you can’t have peace.

His black eyes drink you up and your own eyes don’t shy away from him either.

Black beanie. Seems to have cut his hair. Piercings still there. Black bomber jacket. Black cargo pants. Black chunky boots. He’s glistening from the rain too.

But just as quickly as he glanced at you, he looks away and brushes past you like you’re a speck of dust. Insignificant. Unimportant.

He struts out of the store and your nostrils are instantly filled with his cologne, a musky scent with a pinch of lavender.

He always smells really good. Takes you by surprise, really. You can’t help but take the gamers-don’t-shower stereotype seriously, however, your neighbor is living proof that that just isn’t the case.

Even when you go to knock on his door to complain, he always looks fresh and put together. Does he have a girlfriend? Boyfriend? Sneaky link? Someone in his life that he likes to keep fresh for?

You’re kind of pathetic for still feeding into the stereotype. Why would he need someone in his life to be hygienic? Maybe that’s just the way he is.

You shake your head clear of these stupid thoughts and search for what you came for. Trash bags.

You have to take the trash out tonight and you had no trash bags at home, which is the reason why you came walking in this storm to get them.

You figure he came to get trash bags too. Why else come out during a storm like this at night?

After asking an employee, you find what you came for. Quickly pay for them. Head out the store. Wanting to go home.

But it’s never that easy, is it?

As soon as you step out into the cold, you notice a figure to your right.

It’s him.

Gameboy.

He’s standing under the store’s canopy near a motorcycle, with a helmet in his hand and a cigarette in his other.

As he concatenates the cigarette with his lips, his head turns to look at you and he takes a long drag of the cancer stick. Stares at you. Deeply inhales.

Your eyes shift to the black helmet in his hand. Then to the black and red motorcycle he's standing next to.

“Since when do you ride a motorcycle?” you ask with a certain attitude—that’s seemingly always present when you talk to him.

His expression doesn’t change as he separates the cigarette from his pink lips and tilts his head to blow out a cloud of grey smoke.

“What’s it to you?” he responds, flicking some of the ash off with a tap of his finger.

You roll your eyes and shove the roll of trash bags into the pocket of your hoodie before pulling the hood back over your head. Your head turns to look at the parking lot in front of you. The rain is still heavily pouring down onto the concrete, creating ripples in the already existing puddles.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you mentally prepare yourself to walk all the way back home.

“Do you need a ride home?”

There’s a sudden presence behind you, almost making you flinch when you look over your shoulder. Your eyes are met with those of the Devil himself—your annoying neighbor—and that fucking cigarette in between his pretty lips.

Your eyes drop down to his lips. They linger on the cigarette and then on the silver twin rings looped through his bottom lip before back up into his eyes. He seems to notice your lack of attention on his eyes. Smirks.

You blurt out, “I don't need anything.”

Stupid! Couldn't you have swallowed your pride for once?

He scoffs. Blows a cloud of smoke right into your face before flicking the butt of the cigarette on the ground in front of you and stepping on it. What a fucking asshole.

“Suit your fuckin’ self, then.” He abruptly turns around and heads back to his motorcycle, shoving the helmet onto his head and throwing one of his legs over the seat of his motorcycle.

Fuck. There goes your chance.

Stop him.

Stop him.

Stop him!

“Wait,” you call out without a second thought. You bite your tongue to hold the insults collecting on it as he smugly turns his head, a twitch in one of his brows.

“What?”

You quietly stare at each other for a few moments. The only sound that’s present is the rain hitting the puddles and pavement. You awkwardly cross your arms over your chest. Swallow. Look away.

“I’m scared of motorcycles. Especially in the rain,” you confess, avoiding eye contact as you glance to your left, eyes roaming the lit up windows of the store. There’s a middle aged woman with a perm and glasses on the bridge of her nose watching the scene between you two from inside the store.

Can people not mind their business anymore?

He tilts his head to the side, hands shoved into his pockets as he awaits wherever you’re planning to go with this. You’re absolutely sure he knows where you’ee going with it but you’re also aware he wants to hear you say it. Jerk.

“Okay? It was just a question,” he retorts, but you’re almost certain this is his way of encouraging you to finish.

When you turn your head to look at him again, he’s still staring at you with that same stoic expression and it’s infuriating.

“Are you–” you pause. Try to collect your thoughts. Take a deep breath. “Will you drive safely?”

And for the first time ever, his smug exterior falters. The scrunch in his brows has softened and so have his cold black eyes.

“Promise,” is all he says as he hops off his motorcycle with style. Him doing so with the pouring rain in the background makes this entire view seem like it came straight out of a movie.

Except he’s the villain.

You walk up behind him and abruptly halt in your tracks when he opens the seat compartment of his motorcycle and pulls out an extra helmet. He hands it to you without even glancing your way.

You huff and take it from him, examining the inside as if he were carrying some kind of disease which makes him scoff.

“You’re so fucking annoying. Just put it on,” he snaps as he reaches for his own helmet, clicking the fastener open.

You turn your back to him, not wanting to look like an idiot in front of him as you try to figure out how to click open the fastener. It’s different from any you’ve seen before.

A deep sigh rings in your ears from behind you until a low voice mumbles, “Let me do it.”

Why did that make your knees almost buckle?

He walks around you, leaving his own helmet abandoned on the seat of his bike and closes whatever distance you two have left as he snatches the helmet out of your hands.

Rude little shit.

“I can do it myse–”

“No, you literally can’t,” he snaps as he clicks it open and shoves it onto your head without warning. “It’s like you’re always trying to piss me off.”

You innocently blink up at him, pretty lashes kissing your brow hairs with every blink you send his way. He doesn’t seem to care, though, as he tilts your chin up with the tip of his index finger, his other fingers safely clasping the fastener. After he’s checked whether the helmet’s on you the way it should be, you can’t help but let the words—that have been dying to come out—roll right off your tongue now that his attention isn’t on the safety of his passenger anymore.

“Trying? It seems like my attempts have been successful, Gameboy.”

At this, his eyes shoot right at yours, staring at you through his thick brows. He’s got an unreadable expression on his face, somewhere between disbelief and confusion.

Your eyes shift to his tattooed knuckles for a split moment as he drops his hands from the fastener of your helmet.

Hmm. That’s weird.

They vaguely look familiar to you.

Don’t they kind of look like–

No. There’s no fucking way. Don’t ever think that again.

His tongue peeks out at the corner of his mouth, toying with his lip rings for a few moments. “So, you agree that you purposefully try to get on my nerves?” he reiterates, big black eyes piercing through yours so intensely that it snaps you out of your trance, the back of your head and neck starting to heat up.

“Well, I have to get my lick back somehow, or no?” you say with a teasing purse of your lips. You brush past him and head to his motorcycle, eyeing it intently and examining it as if you know anything about fucking motorcycles.

Harley Davidson Motorcycles.

Whatever that is.

An annoyed scoff escapes him but you don’t pay much attention to him, not when he’s already walking up behind you. He reaches past you and takes his own helmet back into his hands, shoving it onto his head before fastening it. He throws his leg over the seat before sinking down and turning his head to glance over his shoulder at you.

A gentle sigh pushes past your lips as you inch closer and try to think of ways to get onto the bike without touching him. You don’t want to touch him.

Your first attempt already fails miserably when you try to get your leg over the bike without holding onto anything for support.

“What the fuck are you even doing?” he groans, hanging his head down because he's tired of watching you being a fucking idiot.

“Trying to get on, what does it look like?” you snap back with a pinch of a bratty twang to your voice as you stand there with your hands on your hips after your failed attempt of getting on without touching him.

You watch as he physically fights the urge to yell, your eyes focused on the way his entire body tenses, specifically the way muscles in his shoulders and arms twitch. The rain only showers down on the concrete in front of you, harder and harder. The longer you stay stubborn, the more slippery the roads become.

You’re lucky this store has a canopy, shielding you from the rain you’ve already been drenched by.

When he’s finally had enough of your shenanigans, he gets off the motorcycle in one swift move and turns to you. He closes the distance between you two so quickly that only one of your feet can take a step back from the sudden proximity before he gently places both of his hands on your waist yet firmly pushes your body backwards—in the direction of his motorcycle.

Before you can even react, the back of your thighs meet the side of his motorcycle which automatically makes you plop down onto its seat. He hunches over and wraps his hand around one of your calves to swing it over the side, making you properly sit on the motorcycle, facing ahead.

He simply shoves you back on the motorcycle so you're seated on the passenger seat before he gets on the driver’s seat, not even glancing your way once. It all happens so fast.

“What the hell makes you think you can just touch me like th–”

“Well, I’m sorry but it’s starting to rain harder and harder and unless you actually want this trip to be dangerous, we should hurry. Or do you think it's more important to act like a fucking child?” The words are filled with so much venom that you’re sure it must sting even his own tongue.

The engine roars to life and he exaggeratedly groans again when all you do is gently place your hands on his shoulders.

“What is it now?!” you screech, glaring at the back of his head (helmet) like you’re trying to burn his hair off with your eyes.

“For fuck’s sake. Do you want to fall off? Hold me tighter.”

His words process a little too slowly in your mind for his liking so he simply reaches for your hands behind him and wraps them around his own waist.

Your hands rest on his hard stomach. The feel of his body under your touch throws you right back to when you were on one of your nightly adventures to complain at his front door, just for him to open the door shirtless.

Said he was about to get into the shower and that it was the perfect time for you to try and go to sleep because he was going to game all night long with his friends.

Or something like that. You were too busy telling yourself not to drop your eyes down his body to hear a single fucking word he’d said to you.

Who does he think he is? Why does he act like this? Why do you like it?

“Hey, I’m not a ragdoll,” you mumble as you finally start to inch closer, pressing your chest into his back.

“No, you aren’t,” he replies and for a split second, you think he might apologize to you for being so rough and talking to you like this. He kind of reminds you of a certain someone. Unfortunately, you are mistaken when he adds, “What you are is an infuriating bimbo who can’t seem to act accordingly. You wanna act like a spoiled brat, trust, I’ll treat you like one.”

Trust.

A gasp escapes your throat but before you can even respond or think about his usage of that word, he’s already accelerating onto the road which makes you shut up and tighten your grip on his waist.

You hold him tight and squeeze your eyes shut, your heart pounding against his back muscles. You’re sure he can quite literally feel your heart thumping against his back.

The ride home is silent, he’s barely had to stop for red traffic lights and within 5 minutes, you’re home.

The moment he turns the engine off, you unwrap your arms and climb off with a quickness that puts cheetahs to shame, stumbling from your lack of balance. An exasperated sigh escapes him as he slowly takes his helmet off and hops off his bike, opening up the under-seat compartment and stuffing his helmet inside.

You’re struggling to take it off and he seems to have noticed yet again as he walks up to you and swats your hand away.

Did he really just slap your hand away?

“Don’t be so rough,” you snap.

“Don’t be so stubborn,” he barks right back.

You merely huff as he unfastens your helmet and pulls it—surprisingly—gently off your head before turning around and locking his bike up.

You reach for your own keys and walk up to the door leading to your lobby, opening it up. Contemplating whether to just leave him out there and go home, you decide to hold the door open for him. Just because he drove you home, no other reason.

He walks up and you can tell he’s surprised you held the door open for him but you quickly start heading toward the elevator, pressing the button to summon it.

Wet footsteps approach you and the door from outside closing only tells you that he’s right behind you.

You impatiently tap your wet shoe against the tiles beneath your feet, hoping to add some kind of noise to the deafening silence that has enveloped around you two.

You don’t even want to look at him so you don’t, you simply wait.

The elevator finally dings and the doors slide open, inviting you into the empty elevator. You strut in but your annoying neighbor swats your stretched out hand away to press the button to your floor before you can. For no other reason than to be annoying.

Asshole.

You glare at him but he doesn’t even pay you any mind as he walks in, helmet in one hand as he leans against the opposite wall.

He snatches the beanie off his head and your suspicions have been confirmed, he did cut his hair.

He runs a hand through his messy black hair—that is still dry despite the heavy rain.

The elevator doors finally close and you’re—once again—fully surrounded by complete silence. You wonder what he’s thinking about. You wonder if you take up as much space in his mind as he does yours.

Your curious eyes slowly drop down to the tattoos on his knuckles again. They really do seem famil–

“Where’d you get that bracelet?” His question that seems to have come out of thin air sounds so loud in this silence, as if he’s talking directly into your ear. Makes your tummy feel all funny. Awakens goosebumps on your skin.

Confusion takes over when you spit out, “What?”

He nods towards your right hand. Your eyes follow his line of vision. “That bracelet. Where’d you get it?”

Your gaze drops onto your golden bracelet with small angel wing charms hanging around it. “Uh,” you mumble as you frown before looking back up at him, who’s still staring at your bracelet with a pinch in his brows.

His frown is so... present. A line in between his brows. Eyes big and black. Teeth picking at the loose flesh that adorns his bottom lip.

You reply, “Gift from a friend.”

He blinks a few times before meeting your eyes.

“How long have you had it?”

What the hell is his deal? “I don’t know, like 2 years. Why are you interested in my bracelet, you weirdo?”

He shakes his head with a small wince on his face. “It’s nothing.” He must be seeing things.

The rest of the elevator ride to your shared floor is silent, to the point it is deafening. The occasional metal clinking from the elevator is the only thing clear to your ears, aside from your synced breathing.

Once the door opens, he walks right out and heads to his door.

You follow close behind him, nervously fidgeting as you approach your own door. His keys jingle together as he tries to find the correct one before inserting it into the keyhole.

“Gameboy,” you mumble, loud enough for him to hear but too quiet to make out what you said.

“What?”

“I uh–...” You scratch your head and look away before meeting his eyes, that are not—surprisingly—staring straight at you. Still focusing on inserting his key into the keyhole. “Thanks. For the ride home.”

His frown slowly fades but the corners of his lips devilishly curl up. “I was just about to make a comment on how you call me ill mannered but haven't even thanked me for driving you home.” He pushes his door open with his foot after tucking his keys back into his pocket, eyes now shifting to you. “Guess you beat me to it.”

You can’t roll your eyes harder than you do at this moment, making sure he sees you are absolutely tired of his bullshit. “I’ll beat you to it when I finally get you evicted,” you snark, reaching for your own keys and regretting not doing so earlier since you’re now stuck on the other side of your door with him.

Your fingers and eyes try to locate the key you need right now—surrounded by a bunch of others that you deem useless at this moment.

He scoffs in response, shaking his head in disbelief. “Do you get joy out of pissing me off or something?”

“Well, yes.” You finally find your key. “It's flattering, even.”

At this, he frowns.

He stares at you, dumbfounded. A scowl slowly creeps on his face.

“Flattering?” he echoes.

You insert your key into the keyhole and turn it, unlocking your front door with a click. “Yeah. Me, a random stranger, able to get under your skin like this? Because of a few silly words?” Your eyes shift to his as you push your front door open. “I take pride in that.”

However, as soon as the words leave your lips, your heart almost lodges out of your throat. His eyes squint at you for a second before he slightly tilts his head to the side, the frown slowly fading as he stares at you like he’s trying to figure out one of the world’s most mysterious unsolved cases.

You don’t wait to stick around and find out as you hop right into your home and close the door behind you. Your heart is beating out of control. What the hell was that?

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After cleaning up around your apartment, you reckon it’s time for you to take your trash out. It’s precisely why you went out in the rain to the store.

As you’re carrying the bag out, you notice the elevator doors open so you quickly make your way toward them.

You don’t really expect to come face to face with Gameboy once again, carrying his own trash out.

“Oh,” you breathe out in surprise. He just stares at you with a raised brow. Drags his eyes down your body. Scoffs.

“You gonna get in, or what?” he grunts in annoyance which only annoys you even more.

You huff and drag your bag in, letting it lean against the wall before crossing your arms. He’s in a tank top and his sweats are dangerously low on his hips. He might not even be wearing any underwear.

Wait.

Why are you even paying attention to that, you little weirdo? Look away!

You look away before he gets the chance to catch you staring at his pelvis.

On the 2nd floor, a middle aged man gets in. You’ve seen him in the lobby before. Bit of a creep. You kind of feel less uncomfortable with Gameboy in the elevator now, though.

You’re pretty sure the old creep would’ve tried striking up conversation with you had it not been for your annoying neighbor. Guess you have to give credit where it’s due.

The ride down is quiet. Tense. Gloomy.

You both carry out your bags onto the pavement in silence. He doesn’t seem to care that you’re struggling and just leaves you alone by the wet trash bags. Jerk.

However, by the time you get back to the lobby, you notice he’s still holding the door of the elevator open for you.

Hmph. Whatever.

You step into the elevator and cross your arms as you lean against the wall.

But just as you want to, he stretches his arms out above his head and yawns obnoxiously loud.

You can’t help but drop your gaze back down to the hem of his sweats, noticing soft black markings peeking out from under the hem. You can’t make out what is says at all because his sweats aren’t down far enough, but it’s enough to make you realize it’s a tattoo of some sort.

Why he would get his pelvis tattooed is beyond you.

“Quite a tattoo placement,” you mumble before looking away from him and up at the tiny screen that reads the numbers of the floors.

He frowns. Tilts his head to the side. Looks surprised yet annoyed.

“What?”

You nod towards the hem of his sweats.

He glances down and then looks back at you as he tugs the top further down to hide whatever has been tattooed (or so you thought) on his skin.

“It’s not a tattoo and it’s none of your business. Why are you even looking there? Are you some kind of pervert?”

You almost choke on nothing but air and stupidity. Did he just...?

You scoff, “You fucking wish, dumbass. It just looks stupid.”

“God, what the fuck is wrong with you?” He pushes himself off the wall to loom over you, making you tilt your chin up to look at him.

His eyes are brown. Annoyed. Pretty.

He smells good despite the rancid scent left behind by both of your trash bags.

“I’m perfectly fine,” you retort, staring back head-on like the bitch you are.

He stares you down with such intensity yet a look in his eyes that you can’t quite put your finger on. His tongue peeks out as he wets his lips and it seems deliberate because your gaze can't help but drop down to his mouth.

He says, “You really need to learn how to be tolerable because you're past the point of being likeable.”

Who does he think he is? Thinking you want to be liked by him? He can catch on fire for all you care.

Preferably shirtless, though.

You nonchalantly shrug your shoulders. Pettily cross your arms over your chest. Act like you don’t realize that makes your breasts almost pop out of your shirt. “Good thing I’m not really looking to be liked by you, then, Gameboy.”

He squints his eyes. Looks confused. Scans your face in a matter of seconds. Drops his eyes down your body for no longer than a second. Seems like he's thinking about something. Recognizing something.

Weird.

“What’s your name?” he asks out of seemingly nowhere, eyes still glued to yours. The proximity is almost suffocating. His body heat washes over your skin like a shower of lava and he’s not even touching you.

If you tried to describe it, it’s almost as if his intensity radiates heat.

You gulp. “What?”

“What is your name?” he repeats, not a change in his tone.

Your eyes drop down to his lips, eyes lingering on the twin silver rings that are looped through his bottom lip.

You frown. “Why?”

“Jesus, are you ever not difficult?”

“Nope,” you quip, letting the ‘p’ really pop as annoyingly as you can. “Watching you lose your patience is very satisfying.”

He squints his eyes yet again. Drops his eyes down to your lips before he licks his own. Shakes his head.

His eyes are black. Angry. Beautiful.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as infuriating as you. You’re not even annoying for a good reason, you’re just in-fucking-sufferable just to be insufferable.”

“Exactly,” you add, eyes slightly squinted and mouth slightly ajar. “Once you stop being a fucking asshole, maybe I’ll be less infuriating. Have you thought about that?”

A muscle in his jaw jumps. Teeth grit together. Brows still pinched.

After moments of silence, he speaks again. “What a fucking shame,” he bitterly chuckles, shaking his head as he stares down at the floor before throwing his head back to glare at the ceiling, hands on his hips.

You watch as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. Watch as the muscles in his arms twitch. As his top lashes and bottom lashes beautifully come together every time he blinks.

Again, you ask, “What?”

“A face like yours with an attitude that fucking foul. When you first moved in, I thought we were gonna get along, you know. Building is full of hags and old geezers. Thought we’d find common ground as young adults.” He talks while he’s still glaring at the ceiling of the elevator as if the memories of your first meeting are displayed to him there.

Getting along with him?

Never happening in a million years.

Not whilst he’s still a fucking prick.

Your face scrunches up in disgust. “Get out of my way.”

He drops his head again to stare at you. “What?”

“Move,” you reiterate, nodding towards the door of the elevator that is wide open on your floor now.

He glances over his shoulder and then turns to you again. Drags his gaze down your body. Shakes his head. Shoves his hands into his pockets before stepping aside.

You bump your shoulder into his before exiting the elevator. He follows you quickly. Makes it to his door. Says, “Have the night you deserve.”

You turn to look at him as you open your door. You scoff. Then, you laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he grumbles, holding his door open with his elbow. Ready to walk into his home yet intrigued by you.

“Oh, nothing,” you say, feigning innocence. “Just that you wanna kiss me so bad and it makes you look fucking stupid.”

And for some reason, you can only describe this feeling as an out-of-body phenomenon.

He’s completely frozen when the words reach his ears. A frown on his brows. Some form of disbelief on his features. He slowly, very slowly, turns to look at you. “What did you just say?”

All you can bring yourself to do is roll your eyes and enter your home, loudly slamming it shut.

You don’t know why you felt obligated in that moment to end the conversation and enter your home. Away from him. Away from his confrontations.

Fucking prick.

But why were you genuinely... worried?

Does he know something?

You shake your head in an attempt to clear your mind. Silly. That was silly. He was probably just annoyed at your big mouth.

Unwinding from the day, you crawl into your bed and rub your feet together. Toss and turn. Inevitably reminded of your man that's not really your man.

Hoping for a DM from Jay.

But it never comes.

So, you take it upon yourself to reach for your phone and open the conversation. You rarely text first. You need the distraction, though.

Your thumbs hover over your keyboard as you think about what to say.

You | 12:13AM

awake?

You plug your phone into the charger as you twist onto your back, sighing as you stare at the ceiling.

Who did he go to meet the other day? A friend? Date? Ex?

Shouldn’t matter to you.

@archurback4me | 12:15AM

Yeah

Sorry I haven’t been on my phone much today. Was editing a client’s shoot

You | 12:15AM

hm

forgot to ask yesterday

how was your day with your friend

@archurback4me | 12:15AM

Pretty good

Much better than today

You | 12:16AM

oh :(

can i do anything to cheer you up?

@archurback4me | 12:16AM

;)

He’s such a boy.

You kind of want to do it, though.

You | 12:16AM

for fucks sake

😒.

you’re crazy if you think i wanna send you anything after barely talking for 2 days

@archurback4me | 12:17AM

I’m sorry baby

Should’ve let you known I was gonna be busy

I’ll make it up to you

Promise

Gonna give you everything you want and more

You | 12:17AM

hmph🙄

@archurback4me | 12:17AM

:**

Btw do you live in a house or apartment?

You | 12:17AM

apartment

@archurback4me | 12:18AM

Floor?

You | 12:18AM

lol why?

@archurback4me | 12:18AM

My dog isn’t very fond of elevators but he’s also a lazy piece of shit

So, trying to envision how many flights of stairs I have to carry him up in

Weird. Something’s off.

You | 12:18AM

sounds like me

i live on the 5th floor

The typing bubble pops up for a few seconds and then disappears.

@archurback4me | 12:19AM

Lmfao

You | 12:19AM

what

He doesn’t reply for several minutes. Leaves you on read.

How weird.

He usually replies with ‘Lmfao’ when you’ve said something funny or witty. Something to deliberately piss him off. Always makes him ‘laugh his fucking ass off’.

This time it’s weird. Creates an uneasy pang in your chest.

You | 12:25AM

?

No reply.

What’s going on? Is he actually expecting you to send nudes?

No, he wouldn’t Jay wouldn’t. He’s not like that.

You know you don’t actually know him but you do. You do know him.

It’s almost like you’re being dragged out of your trance when a rhythmic knock on your front door reaches your ears.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock-knock.

What the fuck?

Who the hell would be bothering you at almost 12:30AM? Does no one in this damn building have an ounce of shame or respect for their fellow tenants?

With a mixture of confusion and annoyance decorating your features, you swing your legs off the side of your bed and make your way to your front door after tucking your phone into the pocket of your sweats.

You open the door barely, just to get a view of who’s there.

For fuck’s sake. What the hell does he fucking want?

Is this how he felt every time you knocked at his front door for being too loud? No wonder he can’t stand you.

“Do you know what fucking time it is?” you snark at your–frustratingly hot–neighbor. “Whatever bullshit comeback you came up with can wait ‘till tomorrow.”

Just as you go to slam the door shut, he prevents you from doing so by halting the door with his foot.

He’s not deliberately showing you his strength but the look on his face is... stern? Serious? Urgent?

“What the fuck, dude?” You stretch your arm out and press your palm flat against his chest in an attempt to push him back.

He simply wraps his hand around your wrist. Stops you in your tracks. Stares at the bracelet.

What the fuck does he want with this damn bracelet?

His grip isn’t tight or painful but it’s present. Deliberate. Firm.

After several moments of deafening silence, he finally speaks. Makes your heart skip a beat. “Where's your phone?”

What?

What the hell is wrong with him?

Your brows pinch together even more, brewing a headache in your frontal lobe. “What?”

His breathing is weird. It’s not erratic but it’s not steady either.

His eyes are strange. They’re not angry but they’re not happy either.

“Your phone,” he clarifies, his tone fully neutral. More neutral than you’ve ever heard him. “Where is it?”

Your eyes scan his entire face for a hint. A hint about what he’s thinking of. A hint of what he’s trying to get at. “In my pocket?”

He gives you nothing, though.

And because of the lack of hints he’s giving you, you’re starting to get nervous. Your blood starts pumping faster. Your heart starts thumping against your chest. The tension is weird.

It doesn’t feel easy, like when you two start bickering like it’s the only language you two can communicate in.

It doesn’t feel hateful, like when you two have to share an elevator for 30 seconds.

It doesn’t feel insanity-inducing, like when you two stare each other down in a random store.

Something is off.

“Take it out.”

His voice is so low. So present. So beautiful.

You’re so damn confused.

He’s so damn serious. Whatever he’s thinking isn’t being displayed on his face. You have no idea what to think.

Did something happen to his dog? Did he figure out you wipe your shoes clean on his doormat?

Does he know you like being slutty on the internet?

“What?”

He snaps, “Jesus, stop being fucking difficult and just take it out.”

An agitated huff leaves your lips in response. You take your phone out of your pocket whilst keeping your bratty eyes glued to his and turn the screen to him with an exasperated sigh.

His grip on your wrist loosens and you instantly take your hand back. He reaches for his own phone. Unlocks it. Opens an app. Seems to be typing something.

You’re even more confused now. What the hell is going on? What is he doing?

Does he want your number? Your socials? Well, you wouldn’t be opposed to giving it to him... but he needs a better way to ask than this. Who the hell asks a girl for her number like this? What a freak!

However, your heart jolting against your ribcage snaps you out of your thoughts.

Your phone just buzzed.

It buzzed.

Buzz.

Your eyes slowly trail down to look at the phone in your hand that has lit up with a notification from Twitter.

The blue bird stares at you. Mockingly. ‘New message’ is all it says. Message previews have been turned off for as long as you can remember.

When your phone unlocks via your Face ID, you notice you have a new private message.

From @archurback4me.

@archurback5me | 12:32AM

Test

Every single bone in your body is telling you to run.

Close the door.

Escape.

Despite being terrified to look at him, your curious eyes shift on their own. You look up into his eyes. Lashes kissing your brow hairs. Eyes wide and confused. A frown crowning your features.

And he’s just staring at you with a blank fucking face.

Doesn’t say anything. Just stares. Slightly squints his eyes when he seemingly realizes there’s not a single thought behind those eyes of yours.

And he’s right.

You don’t know what to fucking think.

Your mind is empty yet loud. Like a static TV.

After what seems like ages, he finally takes a deep breath. You reckon he’s preparing to speak.

He does.

“I fucking knew it. I should’ve known the instant you ran your fucking mouth exactly the way you do when you text. I should’ve known the second you sent that picture of your middle finger wearing that fucking bracelet that I’ve never seen on anyone else before.”

Oh.

Oh.

He shakes his head. Slides his phone back into his pocket. Runs a hand through his hair.

He doesn’t say anything else. Just stares at the wall right above your door. Hands on his hips.

How long has he known? Did he stay quiet to gather ammunition? Sabotage you?

You’re supposed to start working at a school soon. He’s aware of that. He’s also the man that hates your guts and has photos of your most intimate parts in his possession.

Voice recordings of your fingers fucking into your wet pussy with complimentary moans in the background.

Videos of you spanking your asscheeks for him. This can’t happen.

It’s almost like the floor beneath your feet starts crumbling away, pulling you into a deep void of fucking nothing. You don’t know what to do. You don’t know what to think.

Speak.

Speak.

Speak!

“Did you,” you pause, unable to form a sentence for another solid 10 seconds. “...Is this some kind of joke? Do you think this is funny? Are you trying to blackmail me or something?”

You don’t know what he’s thinking. You never know what he’s thinking aside from when he looks at you like he wants to fucking destroy you until not even a sprinkle of your being remains on planet Earth.

However, he simply scoffs. Feels like he’s mocking you. Doesn’t take your fear and worries seriously.

“Blackmail? Get over yourself. I had my suspicions for a few weeks but I was just in denial. I literally realized today and that’s all thanks to you and your big fucking mouth.”

Suspicions for a few weeks?

You can’t say Jay didn’t feel familiar. Were you just that much in denial?

You swallow thickly and begin to shake your head. Your throat starts tightening. As if an unseen entity has just stomped repeatedly on your neck and chest until it crushed your voice box. You can’t form a single coherent thought. You’re in distress.

Your hands are clammy. Your heart is pounding. A thin layer of sweat has formed on your forehead.  You shakily point an accusatory finger at him, pressing into his chest to get him to back off.

He winces for a moment. Flexes his body. Takes a step back when your finger doesn't seem to let up.

“This,” you start, waving your finger back and forth between the two of you whilst shoving your phone back into your pocket. “...Never fucking happened.”

At this, he frowns. Wants to say something. Parts his pretty lips to protest.

He’s lucky his toes don’t catch in between the door when you throw the door shut in his face.

The panic that settles in your chest seems like it wants to suffocate you.

It almost does.

Time seems to pass awfully slow. You take notice of that when you realize you’ve tossed and turned in your bed to each side at least 20 times. You check the time. 3:12AM.

The whole ordeal with Gameboy at your front door doesn’t allow you to even get a blink of sleep. Your heart hasn’t stopped pounding for a single second.

You suppose it’s his revenge for all those times your fist pounded against your bedroom wall or his front door.

The urge to unlock your phone and open any social media app is consuming you by the fucking second. You know you’ll fuck up your sleep schedule all over again and you just got it back on track.

You need the distraction, though.

Your thumbs seem to have a mind of their own when they unlock your phone and open up Twitter like they’ve been programmed to do so. All on their own. Had nothing to do with you.

You scroll. And scroll. And scroll.

Porn videos. Shit posts. Memes. More porn.

You almost regret opening up Twitter.

Until a tweet with a video catches your eye.

@archurback4me • 13 min ago

‘Wish I could do this to you.’

12 RTs | 30 likes

You swallow. It seems like neither of you have blocked each other yet.

The private conversation between you two is still left on the last ‘Test’ he sent you. Says ‘seen’ at the bottom right corner for him.

The video shows a man pounding into a woman in missionary, her legs pushed back towards her torso and one hand of his groping one of her bouncing breasts. Camera is angled in a way so you don’t see the people’s faces.

It could be him in the video for all you know. But the man in the video is tattooless.

You deem yourself pathetic when a surge of relief spreads through your chest at the realization that it’s not him fucking someone else.

There are several comments under his post, mainly women with their tits out in their profile pictures replying with ‘come over then’, ‘we seem to have that in common!’ and ‘ur so hot’.

Of which he replies with ‘coming rn’, ‘I’d like to test that theory’ and ‘says you’.

He rarely replies to comments. Is he doing it on purpose? Did he stop replying to these comments when the two of you started talking and feels like he can reply again? Is he looking for his next victim?

You don’t know why you felt the need to point out their profile pictures. Maybe talking to Jay really did take a toll on you.

You can’t help but hope that somehow, somehow, the tweet is directed at you. The amount of interactions the tweet has proves you wrong, though.

He has an account to maintain. An audience to satisfy. A persona to keep up.

You were just a consumer of his content. Someone he chose to give his time of day to.

You wonder if he’s awake.

Wonder if he’s thinking about you like you’re thinking about him. Wonder if he can act like nothing happened between you two. Wonder if he tried to go to sleep but can’t.

Your thumb hovers over the ‘new tweet’ button as you’re lost in thought. What are you doing?

You quickly type out the words that have been echoing on a continuous loop in your mind ever since reading his tweet.

@bratgalore • now

‘what are you waiting for?’

You attach a video of a woman being kissed with a hand around her throat. The man squeezes once. Twice. Kisses down her neck then back to her lips. Shoves his tongue into her mouth. Makes her moan.

Should you post it? You’re not sure.

Your mind not being sure means nothing to your body. You realize that when your thumb has subconsciously hit the ‘send’ button, not caring if this is ultimately a decision you’re going to regret.

Fuck. What the hell are you even doing? It’s stupid at this point. You don’t know if he’s online or even awake.

You’re pathetic. Seeking attention. Grasping at straws. Unfortunately, he only wanted to enjoy a drink. Wasn’t in the mood for the buffet you had cooked for him.

You wait a minute. Two. Four. Seven.

Your eyes snap to the top of your screen. It says there are new tweets on your timeline. You scroll up. Refresh. Muscle memory.

@babybunbun • 1m ago

‘Rt for a dm’

5 RTs | 1 like

@GoreCock2 • 1m ago

‘Sex in the shower >> HMU’

2 RTs | 2 likes

@hoesbe4bros • now

‘Like this tweet if you’re up’

0 RTs | 6 likes

@archurback4me • now

‘Lol’

0 RTs | 5 likes

Oh.

Fuck.

Is that directed at you? Someone else? Did he actually see something funny?

You’ve calmed down. You want to see him. Look him in the eye. Figure out if he was messing with you or not.

Either you’re trippin’ off the hardest drugs or you’re really just convinced he’s standing in front of your door.

You can’t take it anymore.

What’s the worst that could happen if you went to check?

Worst case scenario — he’s not there. No one sees you humiliating yourself.

Best case scenario — he’s there. You're not pathetic after all.

See? Neither of these outcomes are that bad.

You get up. Walk to your front door. Take a deep breath. Wrap your fingers around the handle. Open up.

Mentally prepare yourself.

But there’s no one.

You’re met with air. A wall, opposite of your door.

You slowly breathe out. It was a stupid thought to begin with.

Why would he be thinking of you? Why would he, when he most likely had been talking to other people this entire time? His following has grown with an extra 2 thousand people ever since you two started talking.

It’s pointless. It’s done.

Guess you have to find another Boy to Game with.

You rub your eyes. Rub your forehead. Close the door.

At least you try to.

There’s resistance.

It’s not coming from you.

You look down and notice there’s a hand draped over the edge of the door stopping it from closing. Tattooed knuckles that, now, you would recognize anywhere.

The jolt of electricity in your chest can only be described as your heart skipping a beat. Your stomach feels funny. There’s a warmth seeping out of your lower abdomen and spreading throughout the rest of your body.

You let go of the door. The hand pushes it further open.

There he is.

Gameboy.

Not wearing the same clothes from a few hours ago. Black sweatpants instead of grey. Low on his hips. Strip of skin visible. Black tank top. Silver chains. Silver lip rings. Black hair messy yet stylish.

Eyes, big and black. Brows slightly pinched together. Lips swollen and red. Looks like he’s been chewing on them. Makes him look like a bunny when he does.

You blink at him. Feign innocence. Squint your eyes. Act like you don’t know why he’s here.

He does the same.

It’s quiet. Really quiet. Deafening.

You take a step back into your apartment, door still wide open.

His eyes stay glued to you, watching your every move like he’s a predator and you’re his prey. Like he’s a material girl and you’re a pair of Louboutins. Like he’s a boy and you’re a game.

He finally lets his eyes drop down your body. White Power Puff Girls t-shirt. Black leggings. Fuzzy slippers. Drags his eyes back up to your bratty face.

You take another step back. Hope he gets what you’re trying to do. Want him to come inside already. Pun intended.

He does. The former, only. For the time being.

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still don’t know my name | jjk (m) pt. 2

➥ banner by: @archivedkookie.

➥ PAIRING: jungkook x fem!reader

➥ SUMMARY: In which your annoying neighbor—that you can’t stand—turns out to be the person behind the online account you’ve been sexting. You still don’t know his name.

➥ GENRE: smut ⋆ cybersex ⋆ enemies

➥ CATEGORY: mini three-shot

➥ WARNINGS: mentions of rough sex; slapping, spanking, hair pulling, gagging, name calling, humiliation, degradation, mean!jk, biker!jk😋, bratty!reader (like reallll bratty), nude exchanging, pornography, cybersex, reader is a bit dumb, actually very dumb, sexting, flirting, neighbor beef, tension, jk smokes, bit of angst (cus it wouldn’t be a fic of mine if it didn’t have angst ofc), mentions of raw sex (WRAP IT UP), minors DNI

➥ WORDCOUNT: 11.8k

a/n: whew. HI. can’t believe pt1 went off like that😭 thank u sm for enjoying this fic !

thanks to tumblr’s new 1k max blocks limit, i had to add the rest in a reblog. you’ll find a link to it at the bottom!

i call this a mini three-shot cause i just left out all the unimportant stuff. it just constantly skips to scenes where yn & jk bump into each other i really dgaf if it’s coincidental the entire time. i had and still have no intention of adding more lore than necessary😭 its just a pwp so i rlly dc abt the lack of story telling and whatnot i just wanted to get this horny idea out 🙄

make sure to check out eli’s version too! <3

enjoy 😘😘 — the next part (pt. 3) will be the final part!

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You still don’t know his name.

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And that is how you spend the rest of your weeks.

Flirting.

Sexting.

Sending pictures of your naked body to a random stranger on the internet.

A random stranger whose name you do not know.

A random stranger that doesn’t know your name, either.

A random stranger that you’re somehow slightly possessive over.

A random stranger that’s somehow slightly possessive over you.

Constantly posting subtweets about each other only further proves that. Indirectly wanting to tell other people to back off without actually doing so.

It’s crazy how you two clicked almost immediately. Maybe men aren’t a lost cause after all.

The subtweets consist of more pornographic content, provoking each other and wording your wishes of what you would like to do to one another on your timelines.

Like posting captions that say, ‘wish you were here’ alongside a video of a woman getting fucked into a worn-out mattress.

Or ‘this could be us’ and it’s a video of 2 people kissing like it’s their last day on earth.

But then at times, you both just chat like best friends. Talk about the movies you like. Or the anime he recommends. Or the music he likes to listen to. He gets oddly defensive about Justin Bieber.

Even though you’re both aware that you’re two strangers, you can’t help but feel like you two have known each other for longer than just a few weeks.

Like the time you found out you live in the same timezone. Live in the same state. Grew up watching the same things on TV. Have heard of each other’s high schools.

But any details have been kept private so far—for safety reasons, of course.

It’s not like you don’t trust him. It’s not that. It’s just weird sharing personal info with someone you don’t know personally.

But there’s been some talks about potentially meeting each other.

You wonder what he’s like in real life.

You bet he’s as charming as he is through text. Probably average looking but you don’t mind in the slightest. Pretty men only break hearts.

You still don’t know what he looks like and vice versa.

You still don’t know his name and vice versa.

Somehow you both wordlessly agreed on revealing your faces when you meet for the first time. The only physical details you’ve noticed are some of his tattoos that you can barely make out thanks to the poor quality of his pictures. His toned body. Veins. Sweatpants.

Most of his pictures are taken in the dark. Seems like he’s always just holed up at home and you deduce he might be a homebody or a gamer—something like that.

You usually can’t stand gamers (cue your annoying fucking neighbor) however, you can’t help but fantasize about sucking this random online stranger off while he’s gaming or have him bend you over his gaming setup. Let him fuck you from behind over his keyboard. Hips pounding into your asscheeks as his gaming chair squeaks.

The buzzing of your phone next to your hip snaps you out of your sinful trance.

[Twitter]

@archurback4me sent you a message!

Your heart always jolts like it’s been resuscitated every single time he sends you a message and that hasn’t changed in the past few weeks. There are simply no words to describe how it feels when your phone buzzes and it’s the person you’re thinking about.

You sit straight up on your couch, crossing your legs criss-cross applesauce as you giddily unlock your phone.

@archurback4me | 11:12AM

Goodmorning brat

How’d you sleep

Sleep. How’d you sleep.

Right, that’s what you’d forgotten!

You | 11:13AM

wait omg

now i remember

i dreamed about you omggg

well you were kinda faceless but in my dream i knew it was you

@archurback4me | 11:13AM

Did you?

What kind of dream

You | 11:13AM

honestly it started out weird as fuck lol

i wish i could tell you something sexy but it really isn’t

you were in my old high school trying to buy something from the vending machine and it wouldn’t work

so you ended up punching it and then i stopped you

and told you to hit me instead like some kind of pick me girl lmaoooooo

@archurback4me | 11:14AM

LMAOOOO

Bruhhh

That is so random

Hitting you is crazy

You | 11:14AM

i know

i mean

watching you be so aggressive was pretty hot tho

woke up w drenched panties

@archurback4me | 11:15AM

That so?

You got proof or are you just talking out of your ass?

You | 11:15AM

ur trying to see my pussy at 11am? really? you’re horny at this hour?

@archurback4me | 11:16AM

11AM or 11PM

Idgaf

Let me see that pretty pussy

How are you supposed to decline when he says it like that?

You want to do everything he asks. Anything. Want him to want you. Need him to want you.

You drag your sweats down your legs, tossing them off your bed with a quick kick. The tip of your finger slips under the elastic of your panties, peeling it off your pussy and sliding it to the side.

Arm stretched out, you reach for a low angle of your glistening pussy. There’s a teeny tiny bit of stubble coming through, not that either of you really care.

You snap a quick photo. Check it. Aren’t satisfied. Snap a few more until you’re okay with the row of pictures you can choose from.

You | 11:19AM

(You sent a photo.)

@archurback4me | 11:21AM

For fucks sake

That wet from imagining me shaking up a vending machine, are you?

Shit

Can’t stop staring

You | 11:21AM

well yes.

i mean honestly

i don’t fantasize about you hitting me or anything like that

but being slapped across the face by you kind of sounds... hot

@archurback4me | 11:23AM

I’ve seen you tweet about it before

And you’ve rted several videos like that

So trust me

I know you’re into that

You | 11:23AM

hmm

yeah

i think it’s hot

but not like.. the way you’d slap someone for making fun of your mom

just... a quick slap to make me look at you when i’m disobeying

:)

@archurback4me | 11:23AM

Choking, spanking, slapping, hairpulling, spitting, gagging

You sure you can take all that?

You | 11:23AM

are you challenging me?

@archurback4me | 11:25AM

No

I know better than to challenge a brat over text

Just wanna make sure angel

You | 11:25AM

trust me i’ll be loud about it if i don’t like it

but only if you’re down with it

@archurback4me | 11:26AM

I am

Because your dirty mouth definitely deserves a few slaps whenever you start yapping like you do so well

You | 11:27AM

kiss my ass jay

you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid lmao

Oh, right. He’d told you to call him Jay about two weeks ago. You’ve been calling him that ever since.

@archurback4me | 11:30AM

Wish I could princess

Let me see that ass one more time

You | 11:30AM

🙄.

what do i get in return?

@archurback4me | 11:32AM

I’ll write your username on my pelvis and post a vid of me jacking off

Oh.

The thought of him, jacking off with your username written across his pelvis, free for everyone to see. The thought of claiming him. Having him all to yourself.

The tingle in your core is impossible to ignore. You want him.

You | 11:33AM

so all those ppl chatting you up in your dms know that you ultimately belong to me?

@archurback4me | 11:33AM

If that’d allow me to see your ass then 100%

You | 11:33AM

ur so thirsty

so many asses you can see online

why mine

@archurback4me | 11:34AM

Because yours is my favorite duh

You don’t have to of course

There’s a compromise, isn’t there?

His favorite?

Does he chat with other people as well? Do others send him pictures of their body too? Does he send them pictures too?

That alone brings a scowl to your face but you quickly realize that, yes, he can do what he wants.

You get up on your knees and stretch your arm out behind you. Phone upside down. Hit record. Spank your ass. Catch the watch it recoils on camera.

Repeat.

Make him never want anyone else again.

You | 11:35AM

🙄.

just shut up

(You sent a video.)

@archurback4me | 11:35AM

Holy shit I need you

I need you so bad

Ahhhh you’re driving me fucking crazy

You | 11:36AM

you could have me

@archurback4me | 11:36AM

I’m so serious I’ll come one of these weeks and I’m not even joking

You | 11:36AM

i wish you would

@archurback4me | 11:38AM

I will

Give me a date I’ll write it down

You | 11:38AM

you’re coming to stay for a few days, right?

i have plenty of room in my bed for you

@archurback4me | 11:39AM

Hmm

Was hoping you’d say that

One night with you would never be enough for me

You | 11:40AM

hehe

exactly 3 weeks from now

the entire week

what do you say?

@archurback4me | 11:42AM

Never noted something faster

I have a dog though

So I was thinking it’d be easier for you to come to me

You | 11:43AM

i don’t mind you bringing your dog

luv dogs

but don’t think i forgot about what i was gonna get in return for sending you my ass

@archurback4me | 11:44AM

Jeez

He doesn’t reply for quite some time. The typing bubble doesn’t pop up either.

But after several minutes a new tweet pops up on your feed.

He didn’t caption it. Just a video that starts with his abs. You watch as his fingers trail down his stomach and tug his underwear down, revealing his squiggly inked skin.

And there it is, ‘@bratgaIore’ written across his pelvis in black marker.

He spits in his hand and wraps his fingers around his shaft, stroking his rock hard dick at a perfect pace. The sound has been turned off and you really wish it wasn’t but then again, you don’t want anyone else hearing him.

Want him sounding pretty for you. Just for you.

You’ve clearly been staring at the video for too long because you get a new message.

@archurback4me | 11:54AM

Happy?

You | 11:56AM

holy shit

you actually did it

@archurback4me | 11:57AM

Of course I did

I don’t play when it comes to that ass of yours

You | 11:58AM

hm

now im rlly horny

@archurback4me | 11:58AM

Aren’t you always

You | 11:58AM

thanks to you

i hate you

@archurback4me | 11:59AM

That’s fine

The feeling’s mutual anyway

Gonna enjoy the way you fall apart under me when I fuck you

Fuck you until you’re stupid

You | 12:03PM

a dream come true

:p

guess what

@archurback4me | 12:04PM

Hm?

You | 12:06PM

(You sent a photo.)

The photo is a picture of your soaking wet pussy with his username written on your pelvis in black marker, too.

@archurback4me | 12:08PM

What the fuck

You’re trying to fucking kill me angel

I need to insert my tongue immediately

You | 12:09PM

here come the harvard graduates

insert is crazy

@archurback4me | 12:10PM

You drive me crazy

Pussy got me acting all formal and shit LMAOO

Got me wanting to wear a bib and say Itadakimasu😋 when I dive in

Fuck

Want you on my face so fucking bad

Spank you while you ride my face

Don’t think I’ve ever seen something so pretty

Think my mind will change when I see your face though

You | 12:11PM

LMAOOOO not itadakimasu😭😭😭

hmm

you like it?

@archurback4me | 12:12PM

Are you insane

I keep going back to it

You should write my username when we meet so I can see it when I take your clothes off

Know that your pussy belongs to me

You | 12:12PM

if you do it too

@archurback4me | 12:13PM

Deal

You | 12:13PM

hehe

😋.

btw

@archurback4me | 12:14PM

Hm?

You | 12:14PM

are you clean

@archurback4me | 12:15PM

What?

You | 12:16PM

like

are you clean

for raw sex

@archurback4me | 12:16PM

Oh

Yeah I am

I’ll send you my results when I’m home

You | 12:16PM

you don’t have to do that i believe you

i’m clean too

where are you rn?

@archurback4me | 12:16PM

Just left to meet a friend

You | 12:17PM

oh

you’re not texting and driving right

@archurback4me | 12:18PM

Of course not, babe.

How am I supposed to meet my dumb girl when I’m dead?

I’m going by foot

Babe.

My dumb girl.

This is dangerous territory.

You | 12:19PM

hm

just like how i want to be the death of you as i tease you while ur in public

@archurback4me | 12:19PM

Don’t

I’m warning you

I don’t wanna meet my friends with a raging boner

I just got rid of one

You | 12:20PM

ur so easy lol

@archurback4me | 12:22PM

Just you wait you little brat

Gonna leave you so fucking sore when I’m done with you

No breaks

Fuck you the whole week long

You | 12:23PM

hmm

gonna fuck me like you hate me?

@archurback4me | 12:24PM

I do hate you

A lot

Dumb girl

Don’t think that’s gonna change when I see you in real life

Might get even more pissed off when I see your bratty mug actually

I just know your face is so fucking bratty

You | 12:25PM

you’d be obsessed with me

i’m really pretty

@archurback4me | 12:26PM

Lmao yeah I probably will be

I’m sure you are

Gonna defile your pretty face when I cum all over it you stupid brat

But my friend’s here

I’ll ttyl princess

You | 12:27PM

can’t wait

bye daddy

@archurback4me | 12:27PM

Hell nahhhhh

Don’t call me that

You | 12:30PM

ok then bye mr. fuck-you-everyday-of-the-week

@archurback4me | 12:30PM

And will

Night after night

You | 12:30PM

go already

byeeeee

@archurback4me | 12:32PM

Bye princess

You go about your day like you usually would and later that night, he ends up sending you his results anyway. You were already asleep by then, though.

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Young Thug - Wit Da Racks Lyrics

Young Thug - Wit Da Racks Lyrics Intro (Wheezy outta here) Chorus: Young Thug Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back Ah, ah, I hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (Uh, come with it) Yeah, float 'round the town with a sack (Woo, ha, ayy) You snatchin' my chain, I bet you I get that shit back (Ha, grrah) Hey, I pull up and finger her cat (Woo) I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (Ha, brr, just racks) I'm in a golf cart, rockin' spider like that Nigga rich as fuck, I don't know where he was at (Woah) Ran the dawgs to train and I didn't have a track (Woah, hey, hey) Verse 1: Young Thug I say what I mean and I don't take it back With the waterfall on my wrist and my neck I ain't goin' soft, not a pimp of distress I'm a sex symbol, bitches love me to death Sincе November, I've been buyin' thе stuff I don't do no rent and I've been keepin' it tough She got four feelings, that's the coupe and the truck Shorty trippin', I ain't do nothin' to her (Woo) All I did was turn up more women She know I'm Jordan and Scottie Pippen (Yeah) Every album got no skippin' (Ha) Shorty bad, ain't have no chicken (Why?) Suburban, her toe pretty (Ayy) You a nerd, I hold the city (Yeah) Ain't no way and I told 'em to hit it (Skrrt) You get lost, hope you know the city Better not get caught in the wrong trenches (Haha) What's on your wrist, million? Last week, it might be a zillion (Woo) Kanye let me borrow a billion Mediterranean, buy a village (Woo) I'm surrounded by cocktails and beautiful women to kick it with (Woo) Chorus: Young Thug Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back Ah, slatt, I hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (Uh, come with it) Yeah, float 'round the town with a sack (Woo, ha, ayy) You snatchin' my chain, I bet you I get that shit back (Ha, grrah) Hey, I pull up and finger her cat (Woo) I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (Ha, brr, just racks) I'm in a golf cart, rockin' spider like that Nigga rich as fuck, I don't know where he was at (Woo) Ran the dawgs to train and I didn't have a track (Woo, hey, hey) Verse 2: 21 Savage & Travis Scott I took her shoppin' at Soho (21) I leased a nigga, this your ho (21) Snatchin' my chain is a no-no (21) Get your ass shot from the logo (21) I put an opp in a chokehold (Pussy) They snitchin' and broke, po-po (Pussy) Give me a quickie, she go-go (Pussy) 'Cause I'm in a rush, JoJo (On God) Okay, buy a coin, buy another one (Yeah) Way too many, gave my brother one (Yeah) Send a blitz, we huddlin' (Yeah) When it's smoke they stutterin' (Yeah) Switch on the Glock, strike a pose I'm a cameraman, it's shutterin' (21) Nosy niggas, we buttonin' (21) Bend it over, let me see somethin' Young FL Studio from the back, I'm tryna beat somethin' I'm the type to put my boots on, he the type to run and go tweet somethin' I don't play about my hard drive, get your ass whooped if you leak somethin' Niggas always tryna sneak somethin' (21, 21, 21, ah) Verse 3: Travis Scott Went to Bleveland Ave, had the scoop with the camp (Hah) I know mama Duck livin' richer than France You know dally door, from the block, they the best I got two twins in the back of the truck They ass fat, like fifteens, in the back of the truck I took two two's, put it right in the cuff Got the other twelve, 'cause we don't fuck with her (Woo) Spot jumpin', now you know that it's his (Let's go) Soft skin like it's out a bikini Took a rose right out a martini (Ahh) One balloon and I'm havin' her fiendin' (Ahh) To the roof, where we don't have a ceilin' What the fuck, tell me, what does that mean then? (Yeah) That mean I'm gee-ee-ee-eeked (Oh) Rollin', I can't feel my hands and my feet (Oh) Got in some pension in the trillion, in the zillion (Yeah) We might need quantum physics to count the rizzisks with the slizzicks UTOPIA, back to business Chorus: Young Thug, Travis Scott & Yak Gotti Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back (Slatt, woo) Ah, ah, I hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (Uh, come with it) Yeah, float 'round the town with a sack (Woo, ha, ayy) You snatchin' my chain, I bet you I get that shit back (Ha, grrah) Hey, I pull up and finger her cat (Woo) I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (Ha, brr, just racks) I'm in a golf cart, rockin' spider like that Nigga rich as fuck, I don't know where he was at (Woo) Ran the dawgs to train and I didn't have a track (Woo, Yak) Outro: Yak Gotti I've been that way since a lil' nigga Don't like it, then deal with it Huh, bool out and I chill with you It's YG and Spider, your favorite idol, your favorite rival (Slatt) Maniac man, Yak' with the MAC Might beat on your chest, lil' nigga, relax Tactical, yeah, I get radical, don't it? Yak' What's happenin'? Maniac, yeah, OG Read the full article

[toaarcan]

Nothing more concerning than watching this site fall for the exact same “Look how useless the Dems are, they’re just the same as the GOP, why do you even vote, voting is pointless” routine they did in 2016.

Because y’know what? The people who are telling you that you shouldn’t vote... do vote. And they vote Republican.

The Republicans build their entire strategy on manipulating districts to group together more of their supporters, relying on the Electoral College, and disenfranchising the left, because they’re so backwards and archaic that if they didn’t do those things, they’d never hold office again.

I’m not gonna say Biden’s perfect, because he’s not. Dude is the very definition of an establishment Democrat and he’s probably almost certainly too old for the job. He’s made basically no impact in any visible way. That’s all true.

But he’s also got basically the entire Republican party and a handful of his own standing in the way and making it impossible to achieve anything.

I mean for fuck’s sake, in 2017-2018, this site was filled with people screaming “Tyrant!” and “Fascist!” every time the Cheeto Man used an executive order to force his awful ideas into law without due process, and now those same people are becoming angry with Biden for not doing that.

In 2020, this site was filled with people going “Hey, don’t go all doomsayer and apathetic when Biden doesn’t take over and immediately fix everything, because that’s probably not going to happen, and getting the country to swing left is going to take a lot of time and effort and it’ll be a slow, painful process as a result.”

And oh look, now they’re going all doomsayer and apathetic because Biden didn’t take over and immediately transform one of the most racist and corrupt institutions on the planet into a leftist utopia with a snap of his fingers.

And yeah, a lot of this shit shouldn’t take a long time. The people who have suffered under America’s regime for decades shouldn’t have to wait for the old rich farts in charge of the machine to painstakingly fix their bullshit, it shouldn’t be like that. But it is like that. And we can’t fix that quickly any more than the Democrats can fix the damage the Republicans have done.

Yeah, the current crop of Democrats are about as uninspiring as it gets. But you’re not going to get any movement leftwards if you keep letting the extreme right that is the current GOP back into power.

I see the same shit every week these days. A screenshot of a tweet will start circulating, with the usual “Oh look how useless the President is” “He’s not doing anything” “He’s given up after trying nothing” “Remember when you said we had a moral obligation to vote for this man” and it will be massively popular, and all the blogs that talk politics will reblog it and agree with it.

And then two days later, it’ll reappear with an addendum added pointing out that the person that made the Tweet is a dyed-in-the-wool Republican, and has voted Red in every election since they hit voting age, including 2020.

Do you think this shit kicking into high-gear as we go into Midterms Year is a coincidence, or have you all just forgotten that this was the exact same strategy the Republicans used in 2016?

I feel like this site needs one of those “Is-The-Animal-Video-Cute” blogs but for political Twitter screenshots. “Is-The-Tweet-Republican-Propaganda” or some shit like that, because the answer is nearly always yes.

And I see a lot of people trotting out the age-old “It’s not my job to educate you!”

Yeah, no, see, that doesn’t work. Sure, it might feel righteous in the moment, but letting people do their own investigation on politics is basically feeding another brain to the right.

It’s been happening as far back as GamerGate, and probably before that too.

People asked the Left questions, the left went “It’s not my job to educate you”, so they went looking for answers, and they found people like Carl Benjamin, like MundaneMatt, like InternetAristocrat/Mr. Metokur, who ended up telling them that GG is right, actually, and there goes another one into the Alt-Right Pipeline.

The left’s unwillingness to actually talk to people, the fixation on paywalling our news sites and telling people to do their own research has only ever sent more people to Fox, to Breitbart, to 4chan.

So here’s what’s going to happen.

When election day rolls around, you are going to go and vote. You are going to vote blue. And maybe it’ll stick in your craw, maybe you’ll do it with gritted teeth, maybe you’ll spit on the ground afterwards.

But you’ll do it. Because the alternative is this:

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Clingy || Wilbur Soot

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~~~

Y/N had been lounging around the flat all day as her boyfriend filmed videos with his fellow Minecraft friends. Wilbur had currently been recording with Tommy and Quackity, another one of their wild Minecraft mod videos. She knew her love was busy and had his responsibilities with his own videos alongside the ones made with his friends, but she had been scrolling through Twitter and saw that he had just gotten verified. There was no way he knew about the news as he had been busy all day doing his job.

A smile grew on her face as she rushed to his bedroom door to share the great news, however she paused as she heard the nature of his current discussion with his friends.

“- but she’s been good. We’ve been really good,” Y/N smiled at his words, seemingly knowing it was about her. That smile quickly disappeared at the words her boyfriend was about to spew. “Just, she’s been kind of needy and clingy or something,” Wilbur shook his head not fully understanding his own words, looking at the wall behind his monitor too lost in his thoughts. He couldn’t quite understand his own thoughts half of the time, especially today as all he has done was played Minecraft. Slowly, the hate he has been receiving has been catching up to him, forcing him into this pit he’d never thought he’d be in which added to the stress that fueled his words. “Like she thinks she always has to be with me. Right now even, she’s at the flat.” Wilbur ran his fingers through his messy brown hair as he proceeded to explain his relationship. “I love her, I do, but I can’t even be with her right now so I don’t understand why she has to be here,” he confessed, mind clouded with tiredness masked by the wine he downed in an attempt to calm his nerves.

Y/N furrowed her brows leaning forward to listen further. “Well, she loves you, so what do you expect her to do? Not want to be with you?” She heard an American accent, likely belonging to Quackity.

“I-I don’t know. It’s just- I’m not used to this. It’s been a while since I’ve seriously been with a girl like this before. I just need space, but she wants to be around me constantly. It’s annoying.” The anger, the annoyance, and the frustration were all evident in his voice, making Y/N second guess a lot of her choices the past few days. She looked down at her hands, the mustard sleeves reaching past her palms belonging to the man behind the door she leaned on.

She closed her eyes in an attempt to push back her tears before she walked away, not being able to listen to him any further. Her eyes began to water more and more as bothering him was the very last thing she had ever wished to do. She sat on the couch before pulling the jumper off of her body, folding it neatly in her hands before pulling on her shoes.

Fanning her face quickly to reduce any possible puffiness or redness, Y/N timidly knocked on the door to Wilbur’s room. “Hold on guys,” he spoke to his friends, muting himself on discord. “Yeah?” She heard his deep voice call from the other side, taking it as her cue to push the door open. His hair fluffed about as he turned to face her. “Hey what’s up?” He asked with a soft smile.

“I uh think I’m gonna head home, got an early shift tomorrow and all,” she spoke softly while avoiding his gaze. Y/N wasn’t one to lie so she felt guilty for doing so but she didn’t know what else to do.

He furrowed his brows, confused at her words. She almost always stays the night, especially when she works early because he lives closer to her job.

“You sure? You’re more than welcome to stay the night. Y-You always do,” he muttered with slight concern in his words as he took his headset off.

She shook her head lightly, “nah it’s alright. Gotta water the plants,“ Y/N fiddled with the door handle as her other hand traced the sweater, knowing full well she doesn’t have any plants.

“Alright, I’ll walk you out,” he stood up, adjusting the chair in order to do so. Y/N reached out to him, his jumper resting in her hand, “where’d you like me to put this?”

He stood up, increasingly getting confused at her actions because he knew that she loved wearing his clothes and stealing them any chance she got. “I-I’ll um, just toss it on the bed,” he pointed to the made bed, slipping on his shoes to walk her out.

She felt his form loom over her as he walked with her out of the flat and to her car. They walked in silence, uncharacteristically. Wilburs’s hands were stuffed in the pockets of his pants lost in his thoughts as he heard her car alarm He walked to the driver’s side, lost in his thoughts while he opened the door for her.

She approached the door, getting ready to sit in the driver’s seat before turning to Wilbur to bid goodbye. He leaned down to kiss her, standard for all of their farewells, but she turned her head at the last second, his lips crashing onto her cheek. His heart dropped at the odd situation he was placed in, wondering why this was happening.

“I-I’ll see you later,” she smiled softly before sitting down and preparing to drive.

He could let her go like this. He had to know if things were good, okay even. Before he shut the door, he leaned down a bit to get closer to her. “Is everything okay? You seem a bit off, darling.”

“Y-yeah I’m just really tired,” she chuckled humorlessly, placing a hand on her forehead. “Sorry, it’s just been a weird day.”

“If you’re that tired you could stay here,” his voice practically pleaded, assuring her once more that she always had a place there.

“I-I’ll be fine, I promise.” Her words were soft along with her eyes, but she just wanted to give him what he desired; space.

“You sure?” He asked once more, extremely concerned, but what answer was he really expecting? Y/N nodded her head, “positive.”

“Alright, text me when you get home,” he leaned back, preparing to shut the door for her. She nodded her head, pushing her keys into the ignition. “I love you,” he spoke sincerely, bending down so that she’d be able to see him better once more. There was an emotion in YN’s eyes that he couldn’t recognize, but the smile on her face was sad. “I-you too, I’ll see you later,” she fiddled with her keys before meeting his gaze.

His heart shattered at the words. You too? What the hell is that suppose to mean?

He gave a tight smile before shutting the door for her. You too, the words echoed in his mind as he began walking back to the front door, pausing his steps on the pavement to watch her pull out of the driveway. He sighed before turning back to his path home. Upon returning, the place felt dimmer without her presence and he quickly took note of that.

Letting out a huge sigh, he plopped down at his desk, unmuting himself on Discord. “Sorry bout that, I’m back. J-Just walking Y/N out,” he spoke, taking the only opportunity his friends quieted down to speak.

“Wilbur!” Tommy yelled as the rest of the VC, which now had Niki, Jack and Fundy, errupted in chaos. “W-What? What the fuck happened?”

“Dude you got verified on Twitter,” Quackity shouted. His eyes went wide, opening the light blue app to see if it was true. Sure enough, a small check mark emphasized his name. He beamed at the sight of it, rushing to make a tweet about how grateful he was.

He went back to his feed, noticing that Y/N had made a tweet about ten or so minutes prior.

y/n✨| @yourusername

so proud of my favorite boy getting verified <3 love you @WilburSoot !!

His heart clenched at the tweet, being drawn back to the events that occurred moments beforehand. He liked and retweeted it, watching his fans swoon at the couple’s interaction without knowing what was happening behind closed doors, before getting back to his friends being completely distracted by thoughts on the girl he loves.

~~~

Y/N never texted him to tell him that she was home. She woke up late that morning seeing a few texts from him about twitter, how his stream went and so on.

As she looked at the time on her phone, realizing the lie she told him about working early and chose not to answer quite yet.

She spent the rest of her day around the house, cleaning, cooking or watching TV. She wasn’t in any mood to go on social media, not wanting to interact with Wilbur quite yet. Y/N sighed thinking about yesterday, thinking that it would be a better idea to just give him some space.

And so she did, for several days before Wilbur’s worry consumed him.

He sat on Discord with his friends, days after his last interaction with his girlfriend. “It’s just weird because she’s never like this. She always calls or texts me whenever she gets the chance regardless of whether or not I ask,” he expressed to his friends as they were fucking around on their own Minecraft world. He wasn’t even paying attention to what he was doing in the game, just aimlessly pressing buttons and moving his mouse as he thought of Y/N.

Tommy chuckled shortly, “now look whos being needy.”

“Shut up Tommy,” Wilbur explained, running a hand across his chin, fingertips gracing his incredibly overgrown stubble. “Look I’m just saying,” the blond furthered, “there’s no need for you to say she’s clingy or whatever when your freaking out over a text! Like you saw her less than what, two, three ago?”

Wilbur shook his head, fuming now, “Oh my god, shut the fuck up Tommy! How would you, a literal child, know anything about what’s going on? You’ve barely hit puberty!” His outburst caused his friends to quiet down, them not being used to anger being directed in such a way.

“Wilbur,” Tommy started once again, becoming more serious, “I know you. You worrying over a few short days almost disproves everything you said the other day. I think you don’t know how to handle affection well, not that she’s clingy or whatever.” Hearing Tommy acting serious and not childish for this one second made something snap within Wilbur, knowing that the child was right.

He sighed, “I-I’m sorry for snapping at you. Everything is happening at once in my life right now and Y/N not talking to me has me worried. This isn’t what’s normal between us. It’s strange.”

“But isn’t this what you wanted? She isn’t being as ‘needy’ now. You got your wish, didn’t you?” George chimed in, hoping to help even though his own experiences with relationships hasn’t always been the best.

“Yeah, and I fucking hate it, I don’t know why I even said that. I don’t mean it. I love when she’s around, I hate when she isn’t,” Wilbur went on, his thoughts focusing on the good memories he has with his girlfriend.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Dream spoke ominously, feeling as if now was the most appropriate time to speak.

“I-I’m gonna call her,” the distressed twenty year old expressed, whipping out his phone to go to her number. As the phone rang, he became more and more nervous.

“What if she got in an accident? Or someone kidnapped her or something?”He rushed before him and his friends heard “please leave a message for 3-“

“Wilbur, she’s probably fine. She probably had a long day at work or something,” Niki spoke, hoping to add a small but of optimism to the situation.

“Yeah but she would’ve told me that. She would’ve called me to rant about her day, and tell me how much she wanted to see me, but she didn’t.” He leaned back in his chair, getting more and more stressed out over this.

“I-I think I’m gonna head to her flat.”

~~~

The drive was long as his anxiety slowly but surely began to increase with every green light. He pulled into her complex, parking and building up the courage to confront her.

“It’ll be fine. Things are fine,” he muttered to himself as he walked up the steps to the familiar doormat.

He knocked on the door, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. After a minute, there was no response so he knocked again with more ergency.

“Just a minute,” he heard her soft voice yell out, flooding him with relief. The voice wasn’t as warm as it typically was, only increasing his nervousness.

Before he knew it, Y/N opened the door, eyes meeting his chest before trickling to his eyes. “Wilbur? What are you doing here?”

He froze, shocked at the situation that he forced upon himself without realizing it. “I-You weren’t answering any calls or texts. I was worried,” he mumbled, immediately taking note of her puffy eyes.

“Have you been crying?” He stepped closer to her with concern lacing his voice. He reached out to hold her waist, caress her cheek, anything, but she stepped away slighted. Y/N blinked, “y-yeah, it’s just allergies.”

“You don’t have allergies like that Y/N. May I please come in?” Wilbur knew her better than that, probably even better than she knew herself. She nodded shortly opening the door wider for him to enter, looking down at her sock clad feet.

He entered the tiny flat, taking not that the once welcoming space has become littered with turmoil. The tissues by the sofa didn’t go unnoticed and neither did the pile of dishes in the sink. “What’s been going on? These past few days you’ve been acting strange,” he asked sincerely.

Y/N looked around, finding something and pretending to be busy with it. “I’ve just been busy,” she mumbled looking over the pile of mail she refused to actually look through. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry, would you like some tea?” She asked, realizing her manners.

“Y/N,” he spoke defeated, “come on talk to me, please.” He practically begged as he followed her steps into the kitchen to start the kettle, even though he didn’t give her an answer.

“Everything’s fine, Wilbur,” she replied absentmindedly as she searched for her various teas. “We got chai tea, black tea, Engli-“

“Y/N, I dont fucking want tea right now I want you to talk to me,” he shouted, approaching her in the kitchen and forcing her to face him by pulling her waist gently. She gasped at the loudness of his words, not used to him yelling at her.

“Wilbur,” Y/N whispered, her hands on his chest as he looked down into her eyes. Desperation was clear in his before being mimicked in his words, “this is the longest you’ve gone without calling me Wil. Come on Y/N, please.” His voice cracked towards the end, the shakiness not leaving.

She closed her eyes tightly before she pulled herself out of his arms, turning to grab two mugs out of the cupboard, “you’re getting chai tea.”

“Love, I just want us to be okay,” he spoke passionately, pleading for things to be right.

“We are okay Wilbu- Wil,” she corrected, more so forcing the nickname to combat his complaint. As she prepared each cup, putting Wilbur’s desired amount of sugar into his cup and respectively her own.

He shook his head, not believing her words as his own eyes began to turn red, “there’s something wrong and I can tell. Please just-please Y/N.” His voice was completely broken and she knew she had to express her concerns. She paused her motions, staring at the jar of sugar she just placed onto the counter.

“I-I didn’t want to bother you,” she muttered softly, examining the mugs before her.

The man sniffed, confusion growing within him. “W-What do you mean? You could never bother me Y/N,” his voice soft, approaching her once again.

She shook her head, moving to put sugar in each cup, forgetting that she already did so, “but that’s not true. We both know that.” The water remained on the stove while copious amount of sugar occupied each cup. Wilbur gently grabbed the hand holding the spoon that shoveled the sugar into the mugs, making her stop her own actions.

“Yes it is, love.” Wilbur whispered softly as she put the spoon into the jar, coming back to reality. Y/N let out a shaky breath, facing the counter while Wilbur occupied her side, facing her.

“So why’d you tell all of your friends that I’ve been clingy and needy and overbearing and everything under the sun?” She whispered as her voice wobbled, indicating that tears would soon come falling down.

Wilbur furrowed his brows, confused at the words she expressed. He scavenged his mind, not understanding what she was stating. “What are yo-“ he cut himself off, taking his hand from hers as he remembered that conversation.

Guilt washed over his soul as he realized the greater impact of his words. She thought she had to change....for those idiotic meaningless words expressed in a fit of stress and exhaustion. He shook his head lightly, refusing to look at her, refusing to look at the damage he’s caused.

“I didn’t mean it Y/N. I just-there was a lot on my plate and I just had to complain about something. A-And you were there to complain about.” He spoke honestly, knowing that it doesn’t excuse his behavior. The sound of the kettle went off, the whistle tones attacking his ears while Y/N ignored it to focus on the conversation at hand.

“I just didn’t want to be a burden,” she muttered with a wobbling bounce that made the tall idiotic man pull her into his arms.

“No,no,no don’t ever ever think that again. You are not a burden. You never were Y/N. This is on me, I shouldn’t have said what I had said,” he muttered into her hair, repeating apologies like a mantra while kissing her hairline.

She let go, allowing her pent up feelings from the past few day flow out through tears while in the comfort of his arms, “my biggest fear is bothering people. I-I didn’t want to upset you.”

“You didn’t,” he pulled away to hold her tear stained cheeks in his hands, regret prominent in his gaze, “you have been nothing but patient with me these past few months and that is something I don’t even have the words to express, love.”

“You, Y/N L/N, are not a burden, not now, not ever,” he whispered lovingly. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I’m sorry I even said it. I didn’t mean it, but fuck I shouldn’t have. Look at what I’ve done to you,” his voice wavered as he pulled away to assess the damage. “Fuck,” he shook his head as a sob escaped his lips before he could pull her into his arms again.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, holding her tight while the whistle pierced his ears. She leaned back slightly, pressing her forehead against his while closing her eyes, “I know, I know. It’s okay. I know you. I know you wouldn’t mean it.”

“I love you,” he whispered, holding her head in one of his hands. “I love you too, Wil,” she whispered back, pulling his lips onto hers, sealing their words with this actions.

As much as he loved the feeling of her soft lips on his once again, he pulled away. “Okay, okay, as much as I don’t want this to stop, that damn kettle is driving me mad,” he expressed, making Y/N chuckle before kissing him on the cheek and going to turn off the stove.

He watched fondly as she was about to pour the water into the mugs, stoping to see the plethora of sugar in each. “Oh shit,” she paused, laughing at the mess she had made. Wilbur snapped out of his gaze, examining the scene that caused her words.

He shook his head lightly, grabbing the kettle from her hands before placing it back onto the stovetop. “You,” he turned to face her, poking her cheek, “go to bed, get all comfy and put on a film. I will finish the tea and bring it to you.” His eyes got soft towards the end of his statement as he went to assess the mug situation.

“Then,” he spoke gently, grabbing her waist once again, littering her face with kisses that trailed down her neck, “I’ll spend the whole day making it up to you.”

Y/N laughed, running her fingers through his soft hair, “can’t wait.” His lips stayed pressed onto her neck, before they made their way back to her own.

[raibebe]

Love Is On Air

Genre: fluff & smut Words: 8.722 Prompt: radio host Johnny x secret admirer female reader Warnings: soft dom Johnny, oral (f receiving), safe sex, dirty talk

A/N: Finally: My entry for the February event of my lovely network @neosmutcollective​. This is totally not the fic I planned on writing. In fact this was started way later after I realized I was never going to finish my original fic on time. Not that this one is on time... Special thanks to everyone who sent our lovely DJs some music recommendations @sly-merlin​, @moonctzeny​, @lenaluvs​, @lucas-wongs​, @burtonized​ and to @ncteaxhoe​ who helped me figure out this idea. I hope you enjoy this even though it’s wayyy too late.

You hurried home to your apartment after your last class of the day that was horrifically late because of whoever had fucked up your schedule this semester. Panting heavily, you busted into your room and threw your jacket and backpack somewhere onto your couch, diving straight for your laptop that was perched on your desk. Cursing the old thing, you waited for agonizing minutes until it had booted up and your browser was open. You quickly opened the familiar page of your university’s campus radio just in time to hear the familiar voice saying: “Hi I’m John-D, welcome to NCT Night Night.” After that both hosts chuckled lowly before Jaehyun spoke: “Tonight we’ll read some of the letters you wrote us over the week again and we will try our best to help you out with whatever problems you throw our way.” “Exactly. Right after we play this song that was suggested by evangelie_99 over on our Twitter, it’s Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County and she said that she loves our show. We’re glad you like it so much, darling. This one is for you,” Johnny softly said before the soft tunes of the song filled your little one-room apartment.

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair, carelessly toeing your shoes off. Listening to NCT Night Night was your escape at night from the stress that classes brought you. The two DJs that were on air every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday were your favorites though. Not only did they have great chemistry but they both could be incredibly funny as well as soothe all your nerves with their calming voices – especially Johnny or John-D as he was called on their show. You might have developed a slightly embarrassing crush on the fratboy with a heart as sweet as his voice from what you knew about him from his radio shows and your shared classes. Since they had started their weekly segment where they would read out letters that students could send them, you had gathered the courage to send Johnny little messages about how you were crushing on him and it had quickly become a running gag on the show. Jaehyun would tease Johnny about it every week while Johnny kept insisting that his secret admirer should just talk to him. But how could you do that? Johnny was everything one could want in a boyfriend. Not only was he ridiculously tall and devastatingly handsome but he was also smart, always seemingly staying on top of his classes and he also went to the gym regularly if his thirst traps on his Instagram stories were anything to go by. When he wasn’t giving out advice in a gentle voice on their radio program, he was out partying with his frat brothers on the weekends more often than not complaining about headaches on their Sunday show. How could you just walk up to him and talk to him? Right. You couldn’t. So you had to resign to sending him anonymous love letters through his radio show.

“Welcome back, hi,” Johnny chuckled once the song had gently faded out and you couldn’t help but giggle along. “That was Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County,” Jaehyun tried to stay on script but you could almost hear the grin on his face because of Johnny’s antics, “If you want your song to play on today’s show, please suggest something over on our Twitter with the hashtag,” Jaehyun paused momentarily and let out a dramatic sigh before continuing, “hashtag JohnDplaymelikeaviolin.” Jaehyun hadn’t even read the whole hashtag out loud when Johnny was already bursting out in laughter and how could you not laugh along with his melodic laughter. “I swear to god I am never letting you choose hashtags for our show ever again,” Jaehyun groaned while Johnny sounded like he was still dying in the background. “Don’t be mean to me Jaehyunie,” he whined and even though today’s episode was not viewable, you could vividly imagine how he was pouting. While the two friends were busy bickering and talking about what they had done since their last show, you pulled up your own Twitter to send a recommendation in.

“Aaaah, I see we’re already getting plenty of suggestions. Sly-merlin suggested us Sexy Dirty Love by Demi Lovato – a great song – and added ‘I wish John-D would actually play me like a violin.” After a potent silence, Johnny broke out in laughter again. “And this is why you won’t choose any more hashtags,” Jaehyun groaned again. “Baby,” Johnny rasped into his mic and even though you weren’t wearing headphones, it sent tingles down your spine, “Just come to our frat party on Friday and I’ll see what I can do.” “Stop plugging our parties on the radio,” Jaehyun scolded the elder, the slap audible over the radio, “Also sly-merlin has to stand in line. You still have your number one admirer who has sent in a letter yet again.” “She still hasn’t come up to me,” Johnny shared, “I can only keep up my chastity for so long. I am saving myself for this girl.” You know he was joking but you were just a simple woman and even in your secluded home, you felt heat rising to your cheeks, your thumbs stopping on your keyboard where you had typed out your song recommendation. Both DJs shared a quiet laugh before Jaehyun asked: “And you really don’t know who she is?” “I really don’t man,” his friend sighed, “Like I have my suspicions because she has to be in my major if she sees me in class that often. That or she’s a stalker which I do not want to think about. But for real, hit me up. I’ll take you out for a coffee.” “Now everyone is going to come up to you and claim that they’re her.” “I’ll take that risk,” Johnny laughed, “Maybe I’ll finally meet the love of my life and settle down.” At that Jaehyun snorted loudly. “The woman that can make you settle down gets free coffee for like a month from me.” “Watch me have a wife and kids at 25 Jae, just to spite you,” his friend snorted, “But up until then, let’s play sly-merlin’s song recommendation: Sexy Dirty Love by Demi Lovato.”

While the song was playing, you finished up your own tweet and hit post before you grabbed your bag that you had carelessly thrown away before to get out your notes. You actually had to start a project for one of the classes you and Johnny actually did share. The professor had announced that he would announce the pairings for a group project tomorrow and you didn’t want to seem like an actual idiot if your group would decide to already meet up and discuss after class. So while you listened to your favorite DJs discuss the questions and worries of whoever had sent them to their email address, you worked through the notes you had taken over the last couple of weeks, trying your best to organize them to remember the key points.

“Oh John-D, I have a very special letter here,” Jaehyun said, waving the paper in front of the microphone so it would pick up the wiggling noises. “What could that be?” Johnny asked with over-exaggerated interest. “It’s from your secret admirer, John-D. So I think you should read it out.” Just like every time, they read your letter, your heart began beating faster and faster in your chest until you were sure, it would break free from your ribcage. “Okay, here I go,” Johnny announced while Jaehyun was playing the same cheesy music he always played when they were reading your letters, “Happy Thursday, John-D. The weekend is almost in reach, keep up the energy for the last day of classes! – she’s so sweet, I’m holding up alright – One of my professors will announce the pairings he made for a group project soon and I am nervous. I don’t have many friends in the course and I’m praying that I will get good group mates I can work well with.” “Oooh, I get that struggle,” Jaehyun interrupted, “I once had to work with a bunch of stoners and ended up doing all the work for a presentation that made up 30 percent of my grade. Worst experience of my life, would not recommend. But we’re wishing you all the luck.” “But you know what’s more interesting about this story?” Johnny tuned in, “Coincidentally my professor for my literature class is assigning our group projects tomorrow as well. Say, my sweet admirer, are you perhaps in the same literature class as me?” In your otherwise silent room, the panicked squeak you let out was loud even to your ears. There was no way Johnny could figure out who you were, there were probably at least 20 more girls with a crush on him in that class alone, so you were safe. “Oooh, so maybe she’s a lit major so that’s why she’s writing love letters.” “Could be but lots of people from different majors are taking that class,” Johnny argued, “Anyways, back to her letter. But I won’t let that disturb me! I will be doing my best regardless! – That’s the spirit – I’ll work through my notes as I listen to your honey voice so I can be prepared. I’m glad you don’t do viewable radios on Thursday’s or else I wouldn’t be able to get anything done, you’re just too distracting John-D,” at that Jaehyun let out a fake gag while Johnny just giggled softly, “Thank you secret admirer, I do clean up quite nicely if I do say so myself. – On last Sunday’s episode you melted my heart when you hid in your hoodie for half the show. – God that was the worst hangover I had in a looong while, I was so miserable.”

“You should have seen him at home,” Jaehyun laughed, “I had to physically drag his whole 180-something-centimeters body first into the shower, then into the car and into the station. He is the biggest crybaby when he’s hungover.” “Don’t expose me like that, Jaehyunie,” Johnny whined loudly, “I was dared to drink a bunch of tequila and my mother didn’t raise neither a quitter nor a coward.” “No, but clearly an idiot,” the younger DJ laughed his deep laugh. “Let me read my love letter in peace,” the other grumbled, “I couldn’t follow for half the show because I was so focused on watching you. Not in a creepy way of course! – Of course not,” Johnny chuckled, “I hope you finished that essay you had to work on after the show in time and still had some time to relax. – I did, don’t worry.” That you already knew when Johnny had handed in his essay in another class you two shared just before you had handed in yours and he had thrown you a little smile that had kept you going through the whole day. “Take care of yourself and keep smiling your beautiful smile, I look forward to seeing you again on Sunday or in classes. And fighting to Jae-D as well of course! – I look forward to hearing from you again, secret admirer. I bet your group project will go just fine, don’t worry too much. If anyone is mean to you, just expose them here and we’ll fight them for you.” “Love that she acknowledged me in one sentence as well,” Jaehyun grumbled, cutting off the cheesy music abruptly. “You’re just jealous you don’t have a sweet admirer who sends you cute messages,” the other teased his friend. “Yeah, yeah, shut up and put that letter in the box under your bed.” “It’s in my sock drawer, thank you very much.”

Giggling, you listened to the two friends bicker, your chest warm with a feeling you were scared to put a name on. “Anyways, I think it’s time for another music recommendation you can still send in via our lovely hashtag JohnDplaymelikeaviolin. This one is from lenaluvies and she says: Please play Hurts So Good by Astrid S thank you. No, thank you for sending something in darling. This one’s for you,” Johnny announced and you couldn’t help but laugh a little pained laugh. That song title hit a little too close to home for your liking. The rest of the radio show went by smoothly and Johnny and Jaehyun tried to help a handful of more students with their problems that couldn’t be more diverse. From a boy who had fallen in love with his best friend which had send him into an identity crisis over to a girl who was failing her classes because she claimed the professor hated her to a freshman who wanted to apply for a fraternity but was scared because of the rumors surrounding them which the DJs quickly debunked since they both were in the same fraternity. In the end they had to cut themselves short, asking their viewers to vote on a poll they would make if people wanted a whole Tuesday episode surrounding fraternities.

“So.” “So,” Johnny copied his friend. “We’re almost at the end of our time with you guys. We couldn’t get through all of your submissions but we hope our team picked a few good ones and at least some of you could get some advice.” “As always you’re free to send us your own stories to our e-mail JohnJaeNNN@NCTU.com to get some advice next Thursday from your favorite DJs: John-D.” “And Jae-D. Every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday on your campus radio on 127mHz. On NCT-“ “Night Night,” they said their ending together and just like every night with them, you said goodnight to your computer screen, closing the tab which draped your little apartment in silence. Sighing loudly, you looked over your notes that needed a little more work if you wanted to make a good first impression on your fellow students tomorrow. Because you couldn’t stand the silence, you opened your Spotify to play the NCT Night Night playlist Johnny and Jaehyun had made with the songs that had been recommended to them, still missing the new additions from tonight.

The next morning found you in your literature class, sitting two rows behind Johnny, staring at the back of his head while doodling on your paper rather than taking notes on whatever the professor was saying. If you were to let your eyes wander, you’d see that almost everyone in the big room was paying as much or even less attention as you were; the students in different states of excitement and anxiety over the group projects he had yet to announce. “I’m sorry professor,” Johnny’s voice suddenly cut through the room, “I’m sure you have already noticed that no one is paying attention to whatever you’re trying to teach us right now. Could you please just announce the groups for the project?” That moment you swore you would be able to hear a pin drop until your eccentric professor chuckled lowly. “I like you, Suh. I was waiting for someone to mention it,” he spoke, getting the dreaded list out of his bag, “Listen closely now, you’ll be assigned in groups of four and each group will get a specific novel to work on. Deadline will be by the end of the semester and your individual paper combined with the group presentation will make up 40% of your final grade.” That made a bunch of people, including you, gasp out loudly. A group project with this much credit to your final grade was always dreaded. “I don’t want to hear any complaints, that’s how it’s always been. Now listen carefully, I won’t repeat myself but the list will be hung on our blackboard as well.” With that being said, the professor began listing names and novels in the most monotone voice he could muster. To say you were basically vibrating off of your seat was an understatement when he got further and further down the list and neither yours nor Johnny’s name had been called yet. “And lastly, an all-time favorite: Romeo and Juliet.” You didn’t even register anything else after the professor had announced that the group featured both Johnny and you along with two other students you didn’t know. Your brain was reduced to static noise while everyone else was getting up around you to pick up the books that had already been stacked in a corner, probably by a poor TA. Only when a person bumped into you, you broke from your stupor to quickly pick up your stuff as well to hurry down to steps to where a crowd of students had already gathered.

Luckily Johnny towered over most of the other students and you could easily spot him and the rest of your group that were two other boys you didn’t recognize. “Hey, you’re the last one we were missing,” Johnny smiled and handed you over your copy of the book. “Y... Yeah, sorry for making you wait,” you stuttered, clutching the small book tightly in your hands. “No big deal,” Johnny played it off, “Do any of you have any more classes today?” When everyone declined, you all agreed that you should get a head start on your project as it would be hard to make a good project out of such an overused love story. While walking over to the student center to decide on a concept, conversation flowed easily between the four of you even though you were still really nervous to be around Johnny. God, you really hoped he didn’t think you were stupid or something just because you were nervous.

The little study session went by in a blur and only further confirmed that you were so whipped for Johnny it wasn’t even funny anymore. You found yourself attentively listening to all of his ideas and laughing at every of his stupid little jokes and only mildly spacing out while looking at Johnny when the others were discussing ideas which had led to one or two mildly embarrassing situations where you would lose track of what you were actually discussing, your mind blank of any input when they asked for your opinion.

Soon you found yourself parting ways with your groupmates, leaving you and Johnny alone because his frat house and your little apartment were located in the same general direction. “Anything fun you’re doing this evening?” Johnny asked, trying to make some light conversation to fill the silence. “No, I’ll just binge watch some shows maybe or listen to the campus radio,” you shrugged it off. While today’s show wasn’t your favorite, you quite liked the DJs soft and gentle voice. “You listen to the campus radio? I have a show on there,” Johnny smiled. “I like listening to you and Jaehyun,�� you confessed, trying to fight the heat that was licking at your cheeks. “Oh.” “You seem surprised.” “Yeah, it kind of still seems weird that people enjoy listening to Jae and me rambling for hours on end. You know with him it just feels like I’m hanging out with my brother rather than work.” “Your voices are really soothing, you know,” you tried to explain what you were feeling when listing to them, “And your friendship is kind of adorable. Like we can feel how much you care about each other and you always genuinely try to help your listeners without making fun of them.” For a while Johnny didn’t say anything and you thought you had fucked it up, that he thought you were weird now. “Thank you,” he suddenly said. “Huh?” “It means a lot hearing that. We do lurk on Twitter to see what people think of our show but hearing it like this is something else entirely.” “It’s nothing,” you mused, playfully hitting his arm, “No need to get this soft.” “Hey,” he laughed, “I’ll have you know that I am 180 centimeters of walking softness despite what people might say about me.” Smiling softly you caught his eyes for the first time since you two had started walking and the way his honey eyes were smiling back at you momentarily took your breath away.

“I- My room is right around here, sooooo,” you stuttered. “It was nice working with you. Even though you were spacing out half the time,” Johnny teased, “Thinking about a special someone?” You. The word sat on the tip of your tongue, the low light of the afternoon sun making you bolder than you actually were and Johnny just made you feel incredibly comfortable. “No... No- I- I’m single.” “A crush then?” “Something like that,” you mumbled, your fingers nervously playing with the hem of your jacket. “Talk to him. Or her. Or them,” Johnny advised. “I really can’t,” you sighed, “He doesn’t even know I exist.” “Well you don’t need to confess your undying love for him,” he laughed, not knowing he was the boy in question, “Just you know. Casually talk to him. Get to know him.” “I’ll try?” “Is that a question?” “Yeah?” “Have more confidence in yourself,” he gently nudged you, “You’re nice and very easy to talk to.” “Nice... Wow.” “Shut up,” he laughed, “I usually give better compliments but I have yet to get to know you better.” “Would you... Would you even want that?” “Sure,” Johnny shrugged and your heart skipped a couple of beats, “I have to get going or everybody will already be drunk when I arrive. So... I’ll see you in class? And you’ll hear me on Sunday?” “Yeah sure. Don’t drink too much or you will be miserable all show like last week,” you giggled. “Don’t remind me,” he groaned, “I’m never going to drink tequila on a Saturday ever again.” “Goodbye Johnny,” you smiled, really liking how his name sounded when you said it out loud. “Bye,” he waved before going his way.

Once you were sure he was out of hearing distance, you let out a little happy squeak and jumped up and down excitedly. You did it. You had actually done it. You had talked to your crush. And managed to not make a complete fool out of yourself in front of him. Which was a win in your books. A huge win. With a little spring in your steps, you stepped by one of your favorite pizza places to treat yourself before heading home where you spend your evening daydreaming about none other than Johnny while watching reruns of old dramas.

“Hi, I’m Jae-D.” “And I am John-D. Welcome to NCT-“ “Night Night.” “John-D.” “Yes, Jae-D,” Johnny chuckled. “It’s Thursday again which means it’s time to tend to our listener’s worries,” Jaehyun read off of the script, not getting distracted by his friend’s antics, “And today is a very special episode.” “Special?” Jaehyun barely repressed to roll his eyes at his friend’s over-exaggerated acting before continuing: “Yes, since tomorrow is a day off for all students, we have decided to make this episode extra lengthy and-“ he shortly stopped to flash the camera a peace sign, “Viewable despite it being Thursday.” “Do we look okay?” Johnny laughed, checking himself out in the video that was playing on one of their monitors. “Aaaaah, the comments say we look good tonight, thank you,” Jaehyun mused.

And they really did. Not that either of them had to do a whole lot to look good but today they were both wearing white button-downs with their sleeves rolled up to expose their forearms. Jaehyun had even gone so far as to put on some fake glasses. “And if you’re following us on our Twitter you also already know that this week it’s all about love on our campus radio and our show today is no exception,” Johnny read his part of the script. “Today John-D and Jae-D are Loveholics, trying our very best to help you with your problems surrounding love,” Jaehyun completed, “You can send in song recommendations through the hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic just like taryn1026 did – I hope I said that right – but they recommended Paris in the Rain by Lauv to set the mood for today.”

The soft tunes of the song made you relax a little into your sofa where you had chosen to watch today’s episode of NCT Night Night. You had to say that you were kind of nervous for today’s episode. Just like every week you had written your letter to Johnny, telling him about your week and cheering him on for your group project. At this point it should have been pretty obvious just who exactly you were and judging by how Johnny was acting towards you, his flirting leaving you flustered after your study sessions and your group mates mildly annoyed, he seemed to already have put together the pieces. But yesterday while writing your letter you had felt extra bold (and maybe also extra riled up and horny from Johnny’s shameless flirting) and had written him a message that should confirm all his suspicions and would hopefully lead him straight to you and into your bed. But until the end of the show or at least until they read your letter, which you really hoped they did today as well, you had to wait sitting in your apartment, for once not in comfortable clothes but in a nice shirt and pants.

“That was Paris in the Rain by Lauv, recommended to us by taryn1026 through our Twitter with the hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic,” Johnny’s raspy voice filled your apartment when he leaned close to the mic, “Jae-D are you ready to make some love happen?” “I already had my love juice,” Jaehyun answered, showing his pink Starbucks drink to the camera, “And my reading glasses are on.” As to prove his point, he hiked his glasses up his nose before scratching his eye through the holes in the frame, making both DJs chuckle. For the next hour Johnny and Jaehyun tried to solve several relationship dramas as well as a very tricky friends-with-benefits situation and telling a boy to break up with his cheating girlfriend which had been a rather heartbreaking discussion. “So after this,” Jaehyun sighed, “Let’s play another song recommendation. Burtonized has sent in a very fitting song, I hope you all don’t mind a little Korean: It’s God Damn by I.M – a song about heartbreak.”

While the foreign song was playing, the two DJs stretched their backs and sipped on their respective drinks: Jaehyun still on his pink sugar concoction and Johnny already on his second iced Americano. Jaehyun must have found something funny on his phone, nudging his friend to look at him but Johnny was busy typing away on his own, only acknowledging his friend after he had typed his message. Just after that, your own phone buzzed with a message, showing Johnny’s name on the screen.

From: Johnny Are you watching our show?

To: Johnny Sure, you look good today

From: Johnny Make sure to listen closely ;)

“That was God Damn by I.M suggested by burtonized over our Twitter hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic,” Jaehyun’s smooth voice tore you from your spiraling thoughts about the winking face Johnny had sent. “Sadly our show is coming to an end even with our extended airtime.” “But John-D a very important letter is still missing before we close our show. Dare I say it could be the highlight of our show,” Jaehyun joked, already playing the cheesy music he was always playing when Johnny would read your letters. “You’re right Jae-D my lovely secret admirer has sent in another letter,” Johnny mused, arranging himself so he could read the printed out letter while being as close as possible to the mic for it to pick up the rasp in his voice, “Happy Thursday John-D, I hope your week has been more exciting than mine. I have just been going from class to class without much thought, the only high points are my group meetings for the group project we have to hand in soon – That seems very familiar, baby – But since today is all about love, I’ll tell you about a little problem I have: – get your love juice ready, Jae – There is this boy in my group. And boy isn’t really the right word to describe him, he’s a man really,” at that Johnny couldn’t hold back a low chuckle, “I’m sorry, I’ll be serious – And he is flirting with me. Has been for a couple of weeks now. And it has gotten to the point where our groupmates are kind of annoyed at us. He has also walked me home a couple of times but he never so much as touched me. At this point I am so frustrated with him. Is he just playing with me? Or is his mouth bigger than his actions actually are? He has been riling me up all day today and I was ready to let him have his way with me but he only wished me goodnight and left again, leaving me to deal with what he had done all by myself – oh wow, I,” Johnny stuttered, sharing a gaze with his friend who was only barely repressing his laughter, “Wow, okay, I hope we’re in the good for reading this out and it’s late enough,” clearing his voice and raking a hand through his hair, Johnny continued, “John-D I hope this man hears what he has done to me and will deal with the consequences of his actions. Would you play Animal by Jin Yosef and RIELL for me? Just in case this letter hasn’t gotten my point across? – Y... Yeah sure, darling. We’ll play that once our show is over.”

“So John-D,” Jaehyun grinned while loudly slurping on his ‘love juice’, “What would you advice your secret admirer to do about this problem?” “Well if I were her,” Johnny started, his gaze going straight to the camera where he knew you were watching and it felt like he was looking straight into your soul, “I’d wait for him. I’m pretty sure he can prove that his actions speak even louder than his words.” For a while it was quiet between the two DJs, safe for Jaehyun’s obnoxiously loud slurping noises but even if they would have been saying anything, you weren’t sure if you could have comprehended any words with how furiously your heart was beating. “Anyways,” Jaehyun eventually broke the silence once he was sure there was nothing left in his ‘love juice’, “I’m afraid that was it for tonight. This has been your extra lengthy episode of Jae-D and John-D and we will leave you with this wonderful song recommendation: Animal by Jin Yosef and RIELL. If you’ve liked today’s show, we’re here every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday night on your campus radio on 127mHz to listen to all of your worries on NCT-“ “Night Night,” Johnny joined in and they both waved into the camera as your song of choice started playing. The video stream didn’t cut off immediately, showing the boys gathering their things and if your eyes weren’t betraying you, you swore you saw Johnny tense up when the song turned a little more explicit. The two DJs waved to the camera one last time before the stream cut off, leaving the screen of your laptop dark.

That was when it dawned on you what you had done. Shit. With how Johnny had sounded, you probably had about fifteen to twenty minutes until he would be at your doorstep. Oh god. Shit. Taking a couple of deep breaths, you tried to ground yourself before hurriedly closing your laptop and cleaning everything that seemed messy in your little one-room apartment. That was until you heard a knock on your door.

With shaky hands, you slowly opened the door and while you knew who would be standing on the other side, you weren’t ready for how he was going to look like: Johnny was leaning against the doorway casually with his arms crossed over his chest so the tight button-down he was wearing would strain over the planes of his chest muscles but what really reeled you in was how dark his eyes looked when he raked them over your body. “Good evening miss,” he drawled. “Hi,” you breathed. “Tell me what you want so I’m not misinterpreting any of this,” Johnny all but growled, one of his hands coming up to cup your face. “I want you to have me.” If you thought his eyes were dark before, they turned into bottomless black orbs once the words had left your lips. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby.” “Please,” you whimpered and that seemed to break Johnny’s resolve as he pulled you close to him and all but crashed his lips into yours. The kiss wasn’t delicate in any way, shape or form with how Johnny was licking into your mouth the second a moan left your lips. His tongue was intertwining with yours messily and in no time both of you were panting into each other’s mouths. “Inside. Now,” you rasped. “All with due time,” Johnny chuckled but let you pull him into your apartment, slamming the door shut to crowd you against it, one of his strong thighs slipping between your legs like it belonged there, “If you’re a good girl and listen well, I’ll give you anything you want.” “Fuck,” you cursed before slamming your lips together again, a new neediness bleeding into the kiss as you tugged on the longer strands of hair at the back of Johnny’s neck which made him growl lowly. “Anything off-limits?” Johnny breathed into your skin as he kissed down your neck to suck a mark there while his hands were busy pulling your shirt from your pants so he could rake them over your naked skin. “Just,” you had to cut yourself off with a moan, “Don’t be mean to me.” “Never,” he promised, “You’ll be my pillow princess.” His sweet words were in stark contrast to how hard his hands were gripping your hips and how his teeth were grazing over your neck that must be littered with marks already. “Take me to bed,” you heaved breathlessly, positive your legs would give out if it wasn’t for Johnny holding you up.

Listening to your demand, he slowly started walking you backwards towards your bed until the two of you were toppling down on top of the covers, his lips never leaving your skin. Whoever had spread the rumors about Johnny being a great lover had been absolutely right, he knew just how to touch you to have you gasping for air and judging by the grin on his lips he hadn’t even started yet. “Please,” you whimpered, arching into his touch, not exactly sure what exactly you were asking for but Johnny seemed to know all the better when he freed you from your top and pants to leave you in your matching lace set while he was still fully clothed in his by now wrinkled button-up and pants. “All for me?” He chuckled and pressed a kiss right between the valley of your breasts, his big hands cupping the soft flesh to squeeze it gently. “Have me,” you gasped out and you could feel the growl he let out vibrating where you were pressed together. “I’m going to ruin you,” Johnny promised, pulling down the cups of your bra to wrap his plush lips around one of your nipples to tease the soft nub until it hardened under his ministrations, sending waves of pleasure down your spine and straight to your core where you could feel your wetness starting to seep into the fabric of your panties. “Johnny,” you mewled and arched into his every touch, his calloused fingertips setting your skin alight when he let them travel down your body to tease over your lower stomach. As if by reflex, you let your thighs fall open for him to finally touch you where you needed him the most. “Such a good girl,” he smiled, blowing cold air over your spit-slicked nipple to watch you squirm beneath him. Your remark got stuck in your throat when he finally cupped you through your panties, feeling how damp the fabric had already become. “Naughty,” he chuckled, his eyes never leaving your face as he circled your clit through the fabric, watching your eyes fluttering shut when his gaze became too intense.

“Johnny,” you sighed, forgetting all other words except for his name. “Relax, princess,” he rasped and kissed his way down your body, leaving love bites on the sensitive skin of your stomach and thighs that shook with anticipation. If you’d say you hadn’t dreamed about his lips on you like this, you would lie and you weren’t going to miss the sight of this for nothing. Fighting back the fog that had started to cloud your mind, you forced your eyes open to look down to where he had settled between your open thighs to find him staring right back at you. “Good girl,” he praised you again before pressing a kiss over your clothed sex that made your head fall back already, the anticipation of what was to come making you push up your hips which made Johnny chuckle lowly. He didn’t leave you any time to feel embarrassed by how needy you were when he hooked your panties to the side unceremoniously and licked a broad stripe up your center, tasting your arousal. “Oh fuck,” you breathed out, your hands flying down to tangle them in the long strands of his hair. Johnny worked his tongue in slow and clever strokes, leaving your mind reeling with pleasure and taking his time to take you apart piece by piece, not even paying attention to your leaking center or your aching clit. But when he did wrap his lips around your clit to gently suck on the nub, your mind almost went numb with how intense his touch was, your thighs clamping shut around him. To make it even worse, he started humming around you while prying your thighs back open, holding you down with his large hands. You felt your orgasm approach almost embarrassingly fast now that he was altering between teasing your clit with his tongue, lips and even his teeth and fucking your velvety walls with his tongue, setting your nerve endings on fire. “Johnny I’m close,” you warned him but instead of slowing down, he stretched his jaw wide to press his tongue further into you, his nose bumping into your clit in the process and with the combined sensation and his doubled effort, it took no time for your first orgasm of the night to wash over you, a scream of his name leaving your lips as you shook through it, your mind going equally as numb as your legs.

When you came back to it, Johnny had straightened up between your legs and he was grinning down at you while he was unbuttoning his shirt, his face still shiny with your arousal. “That was the first one,” he spoke darkly. “Come here,” you whined, making grabby hands for him until he took pity on you and covered your body with his before connecting your lips in a bruising kiss. You could still taste yourself on his lips but that somehow just made it even hotter.

“Want you inside me,” you panted against his lips when Johnny broke the kiss in favor of raking his teeth over your racing pulse. “Yeah?” He rasped and ground his hips down into yours, making you feel him strain against the fabric of his pants. “Need it,” you moaned at the sweet friction. “Think you can take me?” He laughed as he leaned back on his hunches to pop open the button of his pants, pulling down the zipper agonizingly slow. With wide eyes you watched him push his pants down his narrow hips, leaving him in just his navy boxers that showed the sizable imprint of his hard cock, the fabric against the head dark from where he had leaked precum. Chuckling, he stroked over the outline and just the sight alone made your mouth water. “Show me,” you breathed, spreading your thighs so he could see your needy core, clenching around nothing. “Hmm,” he hummed, dragging one of his fingers that wasn’t preoccupied with teasing himself through the mess of arousal and his saliva between your legs, only barely dipping it into you to feel the muscles trying to suck him inside. “Don’t tease me,” you whined high in your throat. “But I like seeing you squirm,” Johnny grinned but took mercy on you and sunk his finger into you up to the knuckle, gently pumping it inside you. Still sensitive from how intense your last orgasm had been, you were torn between pulling away and wanting more but Johnny made the decision for you when he pulled his finger out, wiping your arousal onto your thigh.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded and finally freed his cock from his briefs. “Fuck.” The curse left your lips without even noticing at the sight of his flushed cock, too heavy to properly stand up against his toned abs. The tip was tinted red and shiny with precum that Johnny generously spread down that whole length, his eyes not leaving yours as you watched him lazily jerk himself. “Like what you see?” You eagerly nodded your head. “Want it inside me.” “Yeah? Show me.”

Throwing all caution out of the window, you quickly sucked two of your fingers between your lips before guiding them to your weeping core to slip them inside you, letting out an over-exaggerated moan as you crooked them. “Oh you’re so naughty, baby,” Johnny groaned, squeezing the base of his cock tightly as he watched you fingering yourself and if you had even one coherent thought left in your head, you’d have the decency to be embarrassed because of how intensely he was staring. “It’s not enough,” you pouted, pulling your fingers free and spreading them to look at the slick covering them, “I’m so wet for you.” “Such a dirty mouth,” he groaned, quickly grabbing his pants to fish a condom from his wallet to roll over his hard length. “Please, Johnny,” you hiccupped, winding your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you. “Sssh, princess,” he soothed you, running his hands over your torso before bending down to press tender kisses to your stomach, “I’ll take care of you.” “Please kiss me.”

Dropping his elbows next to your head to support his weight, he covered your body with his and caught your lips in a kiss much too tender for your current situation, taking his time to explore your mouth until you were perfectly pliant beneath him. “Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered into the small space between you while he snaked a hand between your bodies to guide his cock to your core. When the head slipped in without much resistance, both of you let out twin moans of pleasure. Painstakingly slowly Johnny pushed inside you, centimeter by centimeter until his hips were flush to yours. “Breathe, princess,” he reminded you because you indeed had held your breath and had buried your nails in his biceps. “Shit, you’re big,” you cursed. “So I’ve been told,” Johnny chuckled and peppered your face and neck with little kisses while he slowly ground his hips so you could get used to him inside you.

“Move,” you demanded after a while.   “What’s the magic word baby?” He grinned. “Please, Johnny,” you whimpered, clenching down on him. “Once more.” “Don’t make me beg.” “But you sound so pretty when you do,” he chuckled, only barely moving his hips. “Johnny please,” you whined, trying your best to move on his cock on your own but the angle was just not working out. “Oh, you want to do the work?” “I want you to move,” you groaned, pawing at his chest.

“But I think you’d look so pretty riding my cock,” Johnny rasped and in one fluid movement, he had sat up and pulled you onto his lap. Shit, it felt like he was even deeper now. “Come on, princess.” Whining, you wound your arms around his shoulders and pulled your legs beneath you so you could lift your hips up to make his cock smoothly slide out, the friction just right before you slowly dropped back down again, earning you an appreciative groan from Johnny. “That’s right, baby,” he praised you as you slowly found a comfortable pace, swiveling your hips until the angle was just right. Tightening the grip you had on his shoulders to use it as leverage, you began riding him in earnest, impaling yourself on his cock over and over again until your head was spinning and your thighs started to burn. “Come on, doll,” Johnny grinned, catching one of your nipples between his lips. Whining, you rolled your hips faster until your thighs began shaking. “Need help?” He just grinned, his big hands holding onto your hips to help you move up and down his cock at a steadier pace. “Please Johnny,” you hiccupped, hiding your face in his neck to ground yourself, “Please fuck me.” “Am I not doing just that?” He chuckled, filthily grinding his cock inside you. “Do it right,” you panted into his skin, “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Then get on your hands and knees for me, baby.” He didn’t have to tell you twice, it was almost comical how quickly you obeyed his command and arched your back for him. “Hmm, that’s it,” he praised you, tracing the curve of your spine with his hands until he reached the space between your shoulder blades where he gently pushed down to make you arch even further. “So good and pliant for me, just waiting to be filled.” “Please,” you just whined again, past the point of caring about how pathetic you sounded, begging for his cock. “Say it baby,” he demanded, slapping his cock against your wet folds. “Please fuck me Johnny. Please. I want your cock inside me so badly. Want you to fuck me until I can’t even remember my own name anymore. Please I need it. I-“ your frantic rambling got cut off by the surprised moan leaving your lips as he thrust into you without any warning. “Don’t hold back baby,” Johnny rasped before gripping your hips tightly to finally fuck you in earnest, the sound of skin slapping together loud in the otherwise silent room. “God, your ass looks amazing,” he moaned, burying himself in your tight heat over and over again, mesmerized by how his cock was glistening in the low light and how easily your body opened up for him, “You’re basically made to take my cock.” You could only mewl at his dirty words and fist the sheets tightly in your hands as you tried to meet his thrusts as best as you could while you felt like you got your soul fucked right out of you.

“Feels so good,” you slurred when you felt the familiar knot in your stomach ready to snap, clenching around Johnny’s cock. “God baby, if you keep clenching like that I’m gonna cum,” Johnny cursed, grabbing you by the neck to pull you up against his chest, the pace of his hips only getting faster. “Please Johnny. Want it inside,” you whined, letting him use your body how he wanted to relish in the low moans he let out. “You want me to fill you up baby?” “Want it so bad, Johnny,” you mewled. “Then cum for me. Cum on my cock and I’ll give you anything you want.” And oh god. You had never thought that the strained sound of a couple of words could be enough to actually trip you over the edge but the rasp in Johnny’s voice had you falling apart in his arms, your orgasm ripping through you so hard it had your thighs shaking. “Such a good girl,” Johnny praised you before he let out a low guttural moan and fucked into you once – then twice – before his hips came to a halt, emptying his cum inside the condom.

For a while you two just panted loudly before Johnny gently laid you back down onto the mattress, chuckling lowly when you whined at the loss of his cock. “Shit,” you giggled while he quickly got rid of the condom, throwing it in the general direction of your trashcan. So tender you could have missed it, Johnny pressed a row of kisses down your spine until he reached the swell of your ass. “Cuddle me,” you pouted, making grabby hands at him. “We’re sweaty, princess,” he laughed but gave in when you kept pouting. “I don’t care,” you whined, fitting your head beneath his, wrapping your arms and legs around his body to cling to him like a koala. “You’re cute,” he smiled, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“For how long did you know?” “Know what?” Johnny asked, clearly confused. “That I was your secret admirer.” “I didn’t.” “It was so obvious,” you groaned. “Okay maybe I got a hunch after we started that group project. But you never said anything.” “What was I supposed to say? Oh Johnny, by the way, I’m the one who has been writing you cringey love letters for like half a year already. Please go out with me?” That made Johnny laugh, the sound melodic in the quiet of your room. “I would have said yes, you know?” He spoke lowly, “I’ll miss your letters.” “What makes you think I will stop writing them?” “Because you can tell me all that stuff in person now when we go on dates.” “We’ll go on dates?” “That’s what people do when they like each other, princess,” Johnny chuckled, “And I really like you. Both as my secret admirer and my classmate.” “Oh my god stop,” you whined, hiding your hot face in his chest, feeling shy all of a sudden while Johnny was just laughing.

“I like you too,” you eventually mumbled once it had gotten quiet again. “I figured,” he teased you. “I changed my mind,” you immediately shot back, rising from where you were cuddled into his chest but every other protest died on your tongue when you saw his dreamy expression, his honey eyes finding yours and completely ignoring the fact that you were still very much naked. “Date me,” he said. “Okay,” you answered, easily meeting his lips in a sweet kiss that wouldn’t be the last one you two shared tonight.

“Hello and welcome back, that was Middle Of The Night by Monsta X, suggested to us by raibebe through our Twitter with the hashtag JonJaeLoveTalk. We’re your DJ’s John-D.” “And Jae-D on NCT Night Night. Hello again to all of our listeners. John-D.” “Yes Jae-D,” Johnny chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Something is off today. I looked through our mail and there was no letter from your secret admirer.” “Oh really,” he feigned surprise. “Either they didn’t send anything in or our director got sick of the pining.” “I can calm you right back down Jae-D,” Johnny smiled, “Because she simply doesn’t need to send any more letters. I finally found her.” “No way. For real? And you didn’t tell me? I have to find out through our radio show? Friendship is dead,” Jaehyun sighed dramatically and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Jae-D you know you’ll always be the number one in my heart, you know that.” At that Jaehyun let out fake gagging noises that made both friends chuckle.

“No but for real. I finally found her and asked her out. It’s going great so yeah,” Johnny shrugged, “In case you’re listening baby: I’m dropping by later and bring sushi.” “This is so domestic already,” Jaehyun sighed dramatically, “Where is my secret admirer?” “Maybe you could find love as well if you stopped acting like the textbook example of a frat boy.” “What is that even supposed to mean?”

Smiling, you leaned back on your sofa and listened to your boyfriend bickering with his best friend. Boyfriend. That sounded good even though it still felt unreal. Love Letters weren’t dead after all it seemed.

[kshira]

—filthy rich

a bet//making you cum//rich boy sakusa//that’s it//that’s the tweet

18+ content//minors dni

wc: 2,066

18+ content, cursing, f!reader, blushy sakusa, fingering, soft dom sakusa (?), alcohol consumption, mentions of alcohol, reader slightly buzzed, smut in general

+ this is my piece for the rich boy collab, i thank @bakugohoex for letting me join & be sure to check out the rest of the wonderful event!

//“wanna make a bet, pretty boy?” atsumu grins, raising his glass to his lips, raking his eyes over the crowds of people until he makes you his target.

“the bet being?” sakusa says, meeting eye contact with you then bashfully taking the gaze away.

“well i’m bored, a little horny and that pool girl over there looks pretty fuckin’ hot” atsumu takes the glass gulping the last of the whiskey before slamming it back down.

sakusa shutters when he hears the glass crack at the metal table, his nerves are building but the alcohol soothes it—somewhat.

lavish cars fill his garages, endless expensive clothes pack sakusa’s closets, and the infinity amount of money suffused his bank account.

yet sakusa doesn’t understand why he feels numb, his money attracts everything and anyone—his bed never stays empty neither does his wallet but his soul—hollow.

“lets see who can fuck her first but more importantly who can make her cum first” atsumu wipes the brown liquor from his lips before giving sakusa a little push “you first omi.”

sakusa stumbles forward but takes the stride into your path around the pool, slowly walking in your direction watching you scoop the towels from vacant chairs and wiping down tables as you go.

“you do an exceptional job.. as a pool girl..fuck why did i say that, hi hello” sakusa covers his pink covered cheeks, eyeing the way your hips sway a certain way as you finish wiping down a chair.

“is this your way of hitting on me?” you chuckle, turning around to face the unknown force behind you—unexpectedly he wasn’t an old creep this time.

sakusa was in no doubt a beautiful man but where to start? that was what your eyes kept doing.

you started with his hair, the way he certainly tried to mask the curls in gel but the summer heat brought them spiraling down over his face, his pale skin adorned his muscles carved within and the most catching part you found about him was those beauty marks perfectly placed on his face.

“what time do you get off?” sakusa avoids your eyes when he mutters the words out, of course he knows he’s attractive but rejection never settled well with him.

“mm, well if you rub me just right i usually get off pretty quickly” you try to conceal the smile you have watching sakua’s eyes widen by your bold statement, you notice it doesn’t take much to get a reaction from him—you wonder that with other parts of him.

“j-just give me your number and text me when you get off— off work” sakusa coldly states and turns around as quickly as he got there leaving a confused look from you and a hysterical atsumu in the background.

you had seen this famous sakusa before, anybody flocked to him at every social event you unfortunately attended for the filthy disgusting rich, cleaning up behind them and taking their harsh coated words just for the sake of a little bit of money.

sakusa was placed in this group by his fame nonetheless and the staggering amount of money he’d collected through his growing career, so fuck it you think, might as well play this game he’d started—eat the rich instead of them devoring you for a change.

your text to sakusa left unanswered for a brief moment to give you some time to unwind and relax including a well deserved bottle of expensive champagne and a hot shower.

but as the alcohol finally started soaking in your phone lit up and the engine of a car in your apartment complex turned off.

kiyoomi sakusa was here, with all that fame and glory.

he was casually leaning on a ferrari, typical you thought for him to pull up in a car more expensive than anything you owned all together—filthy rich with the looks to double the amount.

“come in” you wave him into your apartment, watching him check his phone again and stride to your spot right inside your home.

“interesting..place” sakusa grunts, taking his shoes off and the door and shyly walking closer to the living room before planting his heavy body down on the couch.

“not up to your standards i guess?” you joke, crawling beside him on the couch, your fingers grazing his chest for stability—he’s nervous with a sweat beading around his dark curls and that tint of pink on his cheeks you’ve started to like on him.

“enough of the small talk, you know why i’m here we texted enough to get on first name basis and for you to know i’m not a creep or anything but—“ sakusa pauses to watch your expression, wide eyed and full of curiosity it kind of pains him to explain further.

“go on” you hum, swiping a piece of hair behind your ear scooting closer to him and to add a little bit of spice your hand stays dormant on his thigh.

“it was a bet to sleep with you but that’s something that we don’t have to do or anything like that—the other part of the bet is useless to talk about but i just had to make it look like i was actually doing the bet so i wouldn’t get ragged on by my friend..” sakusa is afraid to look at you, his eyes staying down at the floor memorizing the patterns of the hardwood floor.

“the bet.. what’s the other part?” you’re genuinely curious but if anything the fact that this rich boy is wanting to walk away in shame and defeat has you wondering—tasting for something else.

“to..make you.. c-cum and i was chosen to go first” sakusa leans back on the couch, wanting to melt into it entirely from embarrassment.

“is that so? i did say it didn’t take much to get me off” you smile back, peeling his large palms from his red cheeks to see a sly smile hiding under it.

“it’s been awhile for me so don’t have great expectations” sakusa chuckles interlocking his fingers with yours and moving inches closer till your lips can just almost touch.

there wasn’t time to take in his kiss when his tongue already started gently touching the walls inside your mouth, the sweet liquor still lingered and mixed with the champagne you had drunk; it was a divine taste.

sakusa went first taking his clothes off, starting with his shirt that colored your old wooden floors, his upper body was on display and fuck did it look good.

the ridges that filled his stomach formed remarkable abs, his skin flashed an ivory stain and those beauty marks created mini constellations all over.

an idea had tainted your mind for awhile, his beautiful body so clean and pure— needed something on it.

“do you mind if i pour this champagne on you?” your finger taps on the glass whilst your other hand draws circles on his bare chest.

“if you clean up the mess you’re going to start” sakusa holds his bottom lip between his teeth as you’d already started pouring the golden liquid all over his stomach.

“i planned to” your tongue drags away the champagne, licking all where it flows but never leaving his skin—you can feel sakusa’s body tremble at every lap you place on him and the bulge under your ass keeps growing bigger.

you gaze up to see him and a hazed lustful sakusa groans back at you, his cheeks dusted pink all over again with that growing bulge under you throbbing at this point.

“do you want me to go further? since you haven’t done this in awhile i can—“ you wince when sakusa pulls your face up by your cheeks, his palms practically swallowing your face whole.

“i said i haven’t done this in a while not that i don’t know how to fuck you” he takes you in another kiss, devouring your lips with his own swirling his tongue around the champagne laying shallow in your mouth.

sakusa decided the sweet taste isn’t enough, he’s growing tired of his hardened dick just rubbing under you, he needs release soon.

“tell me, how does a pool girl like you have chardonnay champagne?” sakusa smirks, pulling your flimsy shirt off to reveal your tits; you shake from the exposed air fluttering to your skin leaving your nipples perked to a draw.

“i think compensation like expensive drinks are well deserved after dealing with rich fucking pricks all day” sakusa leans down listening to your reply, kissing your bare skin till he reaches your breasts.

“this rich fucking prick is about to fuck you though, you pretty little thing” his tongue wraps around one nipple sucking so slightly, you dance your fingers through the strands of his curls—the moan that escaped from your throat define that sakusa is in command.

“f-fuck feels good” you squeak, your voice stays rippled in your lungs—you don’t want to feel this good by a lick or a touch but the way sakusa is treating your body it’s a reflex now.

sakusa moves on to the other perked nipple, treating this one with more attention and while you’re caught up in the pulses your pussy is vibrating he slowly slings his hand down to your shorts, slipping them off and sinking one finger in.

“fuck—so wet, wet for me huh?” he groans into your tits, taking action in your messy hole, scissoring and moving with ease he’s already able to slip another one right in.

you want to answer him but you just don’t care too, you’re so caught up feeling his tongue trace a rotation on your perked breasts and his fingers plunging in your velvet walls that whatever you want to say fills right in with the orgasm you’re about to pull out.

sakusa feels you clamping down on his thick fingers, he knows you’re about to cum and he could walk away right afterwards with his winning bet but with your mouth agape, eyes glossy from the pleasure and you moaning for nobody but him—he wants inside of you.

you're reaching the top of your peak fast, your flowing essence tingling down your toes all you think about is him, his thick fingers and when you start to cum all on his fingers now you’re thinking about his dick.

“taste so good, so fucking good” sakusa pulls away from your cunt, his fingers soaked with the tips of them dripping in your cum and going right in his mouth.

god, did he have to do that?

“want you—want you in me now” you plead, palming at his pants and rubbing at his still stiff cock; you’re no one to beg but fuck you’re doing it now.

“such a good girl for me letting me make you cum, this time i’m gonna cum with you, yeah?” sakusa places a kiss on cheek trailing down your neck while he slips the rest of his clothes off and with the last drop of his clothes off you feel his knees dip in on the couch around you and that first stroke in.

of course measured with his height you’d known he’d be big but that soothing burn into your soaking pussy was the pure, uneducated guess he’d be this big.

but fuck did he reach that spot you couldn’t touch with your fingers, the way he’d bend your knees straight to your chest to get right at your cervix and you’d be goddamned if his dick didn’t rub right in your clit for safe measures.

“i’m not going to last when you feel this good but fuck i wanna” sakusa heaves, bringing his chest flushed to your knees, pressing down harder so he’s so balls deep he’s connected one with your soul.

“you gonna cum so soon huh? cum in this pussy” you moan out, digging nails in him and clenching so hard it’s cutting the blood flow down below on him.

“yeah? that what you want? fill this messy hole with my cum? god you’re so something else” sakusa fucks you faster till his balls are slapping at your wet thighs and his breathing matches with his speed.

“i’m gonna cum, i can’t hold it—fuck!” he bites down on your shoulder before stalling to fill you entirely up.

with a bet like this, you wonder how his other friend is going to fuck you//

[a-jynx]

Dream; - usually really aware when you guys plan date nights! Even with his busy schedule, he’s on top of remembering important nights - he doesn’t want you to feel neglected or forgotten :’) - however he can get forgetful when he’s playing with Sap and George, or streaming, but when he does oh, he feels devastated and will definitely become clingy

[Short imagine]

12:30 PM - he’d forgotten. You sighed, closing your phone and slouching into the couch, listening to your boyfriend’s laughs echo throughout your shared home; Sapnap’s screams filtering through as well.

Frowning, you turned on the living room TV and turned on Netflix, deciding that a movie would take away from the small sting in your gut. You knew he hadn’t meant to get sucked up into his work, and this one time of a few that he’d forgotten, but that doesn’t stop the sadness twisting in your gut. Turning on the Twilight series, and obviously horrible but entertaining favorite [team Jacob anyone?] before grabbing your warmed-up Panda Express and engrossing yourself into the world of vampires and werewolves.

2:45 AM

Dream groaned as his screen flashed a dull red, congratulating George and Sap about their win from their Minecraft Manhunt; 2 hunters. Glancing at the time, he rubbed at his face and clicked out of everything, ending his video. Stretching he leaned back and glanced towards the bed, expecting you to already be cuddled up and passed out, but the comfy queen was empty…

Furrowing his brows, he scooted his chair back and left his room, moving downstairs as Sap came out of his room, still grinning.

“Hey man, nice hunt, though I’m surprised you made it go for so long,” Sap groaned as he joined Dream on the stairwell making the dirty blonde frown.

“What’re you talking about? Manhunts always go for a couple of hours?” Dream snorted as Sap frowned, only to sigh and pat his friend on the shoulder.

“Dude… You had date night tonight..?”

Dream’s eyes widened as he rushed further downstairs, turning into the living room and frowning at the sight. You curled up into the corner, an empty container on the coffee table and the credits rolling of The Twilight Saga; new moon. Squatting down next to you, he gently cradled your cheek as you hummed in sleep, cracking open your eyes as you broke into a smile, your eyes settling on your frowning boyfriend.

“Hiya handsome,”

“Hi, baby… Fuck, I’m so sorry I forgot,” Dream leaned into you, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks, nose, chin, lips - anywhere his lips could reach as you chuckled, raising your hand and threading it through his hair. “I just got so lost in the video, but that’s no excuse I promise I’ll make it up to you-”

“Dream, babe it’s okay, this is like… The first time you’ve forgotten, just don’t make it a full-time thing, yeah?” You laughed as Dream dove into you, circling your waist with his arms and picking you up, causing you to yell out.

“Clay!”

“We’re going to bed, and I’m not letting you go until I see fit,” Dream stated, carrying you upstairs as you glanced to Sapnap, waving to him before you and your still disappointed boyfriend disappeared into his room.

Sapnap - he’s definitely more forgetful than Dream, but he tries okay? - a lot more clingy when he realizes what he did, definitely becomes more of a hopeless romantic

[Short imagine]

“Shouldn’t you be gone by now?” You turned away from the fridge, seeing Dream entering from the living room as you shrugged, closing it with a sigh.

“Yeah, we should’ve left half an hour ago but he joined Karl’s stream… Again.” You mumbled the last bit as Dream frowned, leaning against the cabinets as you messed with the strings of your boyfriends’ basketball shorts.

“Aren’t you gonna say something?”

“Honestly? Probably not, I mean we’ve already had a talk about if he forgets-” you paused when a sudden crash came from upstairs, causing you and Dream to turn towards the stairs as Sap came barreling down. You blinked as he stood in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and tucking his face into the crook of your neck, making you giggle.

“Hi, bubs,”

“I’msorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimhorribleicantbelieveiforgotimsosososorry-” Sap mumbled into your skin, as you reached up, ruffling his hair as he pressed kisses along your neck, going along your shoulder before trailing back up and pressing his lips against your chin before settling back between your shoulder and throat.

Dream snickered from next to you guys as he dug into the fridge, digging out some pizza from lunch as Sap looked up and glared at his friend. “So, what reminded you?” The dirty blonde hummed, getting ready for his dinner as your brunette boyfriend scoffed.

“I obviously reminded myself! I’m not that-” he paused as a chime came from his shorts’ pocket causing him to cringe. Furrowing your brows, you reached in and tugged out his phone, breaking into a smile as you realized it was an alarm.

‘ Date Night Idiot!’ had been going off for an hour, you assuming Sap had snoozed it, not realizing why his alarm was going off.

“Dumb.. Okay! I had to set a few reminders,” Sap mumbled, pressing more kisses to your warmed skin, trying to hide away from his embarrassment. You closed his phone and slipped it back into his pocket before grabbing his hand and tugging him upstairs with you, his head hung low as you went into his room, besides a small light from his screen. You jumped onto his bed, opening your arms as Sap shot you a small grin and dove into you, cuddling into your chest and pressing more kisses to your free skin, his hand sneaking up your shirt just resting against your skin, rubbing his thumb across your navel while smiling into your kiss.

“I know I’m extremely forgetful when it comes to romantic stuff, but please always know that I love you even if I have a shitty way of showing it,” he mumbled against your lips, moving his hand from your stomach to your face, holding your cheek as you stared at each other. Sure, you could be upset at him, you could ignore him, maybe argue… But why miss out on warm cuddles and make-up kisses?

Karl - he’s the one who usually makes the dates up! He always tries to make sure his streams and recording don’t overlap the days you agreed on - but who says you always remember?

[Short imagine]

It was the long-awaited shock & facecam stream! You had promised to follow in your friend’s - George, Sap, and Dream’s - steps in a shock stream and even threw in a facecam if your followers had gotten one of your posts to hit one million likes, and your fans did not disappoint! Your tweet promising this stream had hit two million likes, 10,506 retweets, and continuous replies. So, here you were, setting up for your stream when Karl walked in…

“Sweetness..? What’re you, uh, what’re you doing..?” He nervously giggled as he stood beside you, his hands nervously tugging on your hoodie as you turned towards him, frowning.

“I’m getting ready for the shock stream? Remember? I planned this a couple months ago and we agreed on today?” You blinked at your boyfriend. You both had talked about this stream since you arranged the day - why is it suddenly a problem?

“Oh, well, remember we agreed that today - tonight - was going to be date night? We were gonna watch some of the new season of Survivor?” Karl hummed as you blinked, turning fully towards him with your eyes wide as you glanced towards your starting soon screen. You could feel your heart plummet into your stomach - you had done the one thing you and Karl agreed to never do, yet here you were..

“Baby, oh my god, I’m- holy shit, I’m so sorry,” you murmured, rubbing your face as Karl shot you a small grin, scooting closer and musing your hair as you leaned into his touch, cradling your own face with dread coursing through you.

“Bubs, it’s okay, I know you’ve been planning this, and I should’ve thought ahead-”

“No!” You burst, gripping his wrist and pressing light kisses to it before groaning against his skin. “No, it’s not okay, we always try and plan for us to have date nights between our busy schedules and it’s such an asshole thing for me to not double-check that it was-” Karl leaned down, quieting you with pressing his lips to yours. You melted into it as he turned your chair to face him more, causing him to grip your hands tightly in his before pulling away.

“It’s okay because I want you to go through with this stream! You’ve been excited about it and I know the guys are wanting to join, besides-” he paused, pressing butterfly-like kisses to your hands as you grinned at your boyfriend.

“Date night can be any night for us,”

“So, what I’m hearing is you love me more than Survivor?” You giggled as Karl furrowed his brows and scoffed, dropping your hands dramatically before pulling his gaming chair next to yours as you began to set up your facecams’ final touches.

“I love you, like a lot, but know your boundaries, Bubs,” Karl scoffed as you rolled your eyes, leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and clicking through your screens before popping up on your stream with a ‘Hey guys!’

~~~

helloooo~ long time no writing and im so sorry about that - life has gotten a little crazy and I sort of lost motivation to write a lot again. i hope these headcanons and my future idea for some can hold you over until I have some sort of - lack of better word - motivation :'D

until tomorrow, i hope you have a beautiful day ~ J

[calamitydaze]

...what uh...what happened in january? /gq

-@robs-sideblobs (new to the fandom as of like, june)

(actual explanation under the cut 😭)

okay disclaimer: this happened ages ago and it’s unique in the sense that it pretty much never breached containment, so it wasn’t documented and everyone who was there kinda agreed not to talk about it anymore. so this is all just based on what i can remember, i don’t have receipts or anything (but i don’t mind you asking at all! i hate when people gatekeep stuff i wasn’t there for so i’m happy to explain, just wanna be clear why people are so hush hush about it)

so in november 2021 this guy popped up on twitter called manatreed who was an up-and-coming faceless streamer (he’d been posting sporadically since june, but people only started noticing then). and this was the era where dream team christmas was still a possibility, so people started putting the pieces together: faceless white guy in florida, has dream’s exact pair of arthritis gloves, wears the same clothing brand sapnap does, claims to be a streamer but never promoted a twitch, followed by/has dms with dream and sapnap and interactions with a lot of big ccs + ANNOUNCED TO BE JOINING THE DSMP despite having No content whatsoever, “manatreed” is an almost exact anagram of “dream team”, irl name is ollie and his first tweet was on the day sapnap posted a video of him doing an ollie (YES some of these are reaches but they’re all things people were saying) and most damning of all, dream hadn’t said “it’s not me /srs” even though he normally hates people impersonating him. what if....... this was dream?

and then manatreed says he’ll do his first stream when he hits 300k on twitter, and two months go by, and in january he hits 300k on twitter and goes live on the dsmp. and it’s... not dream. it’s just a guy. who isn’t dream. OKAY. he and dream explain (i think-- i don’t remember this part super clearly) that they were old friends who reconnected when mana wanted to start content creation, and dream agreed to give him a boost. which, okay. still fucking wild but it’s less weird if he isn’t Just Some Guy. and i was a twitter stan at the time (lurking on dtblr), but people on my tl really warmed up to him. i was pretty indifferent, but he seemed sweet enough, so sure, whatever. he ended the stream an hour or two later and we assumed he’d be continuing with content creation

and this is the part i’m gonna have to be really vague about unfortunately because a lot of it hinges on doxxed info which i don’t want to spread at all. but very very shortly after that first stream (could’ve been the day after? i’m not sure) a thread came out alleging that manatreed’s real identity was someone with a history of abusing women including an active battery charge, and dream had let mana live in his house and given him an online platform knowing this. again, without going into the info (the fandom, at least on twt, was worryingly willing to hold hands with doxxers and cyberstalkers to get to the bottom of this), the only thing i can really say about my opinion is that given dream’s history as a victim of domestic violence i found it unlikely that he would knowingly harbor and promote an abuser, and that it would be incredibly uncharacteristically stupid if he did know. i also know that the thread coming out was part of a planned takedown by kiwifarms + leaktwt, who have a history of faking things (regardless of whether or not it was true, that’s part of the context of a lot of dream’s controversies in this era). dream’s initial response was.... not good (when people refer to “the gullible tweet” this is what they mean-- he said we were being gullible for believing the accusations and sapnap immediately went live as damage control) but he later wrote a twitlonger which you can read here. recently manatreed’s twitch bio was changed to say that he will not ever be coming back to content creation, and... that was that.

as someone who’s been here since november 2020 i can say january was the worst incident to ever happen-- the fandom recovered, but it’s never really been the same. i think although it ended in a way that was satisfying enough to let most of us continue supporting him, it shook the foundation and the situation happening now is reminding people a lot of that, which might be why the reaction has been so extreme. so yeah! that was january

[rainbowsky]

Hi you 👋🏻 i read a discussion on twitter about Xiao zhan and the Oath of love so i wanted to share it with u even tho it got deleted ! It says they believe Xiao zhan purposely chose a very heterosexual series bc he no longer wanted to be linked to the bl world and he’s not the first actor to do it . Zhan didn’t know the untamed would be so popular and once it became a big hit they (?) probably his team ? advised him to choose a drama that has a lot of scenes with the female lead so fans would forget about the untamed/yizhan , or stop ship/link him to yibo or anything that would damage his career ! What do u think about this tweet ?

Glad that BS was deleted, Anon. This is a rumor that's been around for a long time, and I personally think it's homophobic and hateful. The kind of thing antis say to try to make it seem like GG and DD want to distance themselves from The Untamed.

It's such a ''low-hanging fruit' kind of rumor, too. In a country where there exist almost no queer roles, and where almost every role in every series or film any actor does will involve a (straight) romance of some kind, it's pretty easy to say, "The person went from doing a BL role to doing a straight one right away."

As if an actor has any real choice in the matter. As if the availability of queer roles (and the availability of drama roles that have no romantic component at all, for that matter) is so abundant that their choice of next role says anything at all about their real wishes for their careers or their lives, or is any reflection whatsoever on how they feel about The Untamed.

And let's be indulgent, because it's not like the industry they're in and the climate they're in isn't incredibly homophobic, and talk about what it would mean if that claim was correct. That they decided to go all-in on straight romances after The Untamed in order to 'wash the BL stink off of themselves'. Why would they be doing that?

Because there is a real risk to one's career that comes with being a part of BL in China. Because the world is homophobic.

Antis who gleefully spread those ideas as though it's something to cheer about, they're assholes. We shouldn't be celebrating that someone's career might be at risk for being a part of queer stories. We shouldn't be celebrating that actors might have to distance themselves from a BL project in order to preserve their career. We shouldn't be celebrating that a management company might have pressured someone who performed in a queer series to jump into a heavily straight one right away. Especially if the actor is queer.

That's a reflection of a hateful society, and anyone who cheers that is a fucking homophobe. They're the same kind of asshole who would cheer that GGDD can't be seen together holding hands, or can't legally marry, or can't adopt kids if they wanted to.

And like so many idiotic things Antis say, if they're right about those claims, then it only serves to reinforce - rather than discredit - what they're trying to debunk.

If it really is that undesirable to be a part of BL, if it really is something they should want to cleanse themselves of and distance themselves from that much, then the glaring fact that they even did that series in the first place stands out all the more. Why take such a risk? Why do such a project as The Untamed? Why did they pursue those roles, why did they participate in that production, and why did they have so much fun doing it?

Antis can't answer those questions. Their only goal is to hurt BXG. Block and ignore.

[avenging-fandoms]

Pumpkin Eater

*requested by anonymous *hey bebs 💕 could you write something where chris cheated on the reader and he sees her with sebastian and gets jealous 🥺 *in which y/n and chris were engaged to be married in 7 months, but she caught him cheating. leaving her homeless, her friend sebastian let her stay with him. *warning: angst, cheating, mentions of sex, drinking, fluff *PLEASE send me requests!!!!! i can do whoever :)

MASTERLIST

this is going to be a series!!

“oh my fucking god” you breathed and dropped your bags, the door hitting the wall catching the attention of chris and the girl on top of him. “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me” they both scrambled and she got her clothes on fast, running out the door.

chris wrapped himself in the blanket, shaking his head and putting his hand up. "yn, i promise, this wasn't supposed to happen"

"oh bullshit, chris! did you think i wouldn't find out? my god, chris, we're fucking engaged!" you ran your fingers through your hair, chris still tightening the blanket around his waist. "4 years. 4 years down the drain, for what? for some fun?" your lip quivered and you shook your head.

"yn, please, i can explain" you scoff, running your tongue over your lips as you shift your weight to one leg with your arms across your chest as you looked at him.

"you can explain what? you cheated! there's no fucking excuse!" you exclaim, grabbing a bag from the closet and shoving random articles of clothes in it, as well as the ones you just bought.

"where are you going? no, please don't leave" chris begged and grabbed your wrist, and you chuckle as you ripped it out of his grip.

"if you don't want me to leave, you shouldn't have cheated and had some random girl riding your dick. i'm calling off the wedding" you threw the ring at his chest and slammed the bedroom door behind you. you shoved the bag into the back of your car, starting your car and gripping the steering wheel. you squeezed your eyes shut and leaned your forehead onto the wheel, your shoulders shaking as you sob.

your phone started to ring and you took a deep breath, sniffling and taking a few breaths before answering it. your elbow leaned against the door, eyes closed with your fingers against your forehead. "hey yn!" sebastian beamed over the phone and you smile softly, feeling a little better to hear how happy he sounded.

"you called at literally the best time. is it alright if i come over?"

"sure! door's unlocked, i've got drinks in the fridge, i'll see you soon then!" you said your goodbyes and hung up the phone, putting it away and blasting music as you drove off to sebastian's.

-

30 minutes later you pulled into sebastian's driveway and turned down the music before shutting off your car. you grabbed your bag and took a breath before sulking over to his door. you knocked softly and tapped your toes together as you waited for sebastian to open the door. you heard his footsteps and the door swung open, your puffy eyes meeting his sweet, bright smile.

"hey doll! oh no, why are you sad?" your lip quivered after the question and you let out a sob, sebastian catching you as you fell into him, he scrunches his eyebrows confused and wraps his arms around you.

"i-i caught him in bed-" sebastian shushed you softly and held your head, bringing you and your bag inside his house.

"you don't have to tell me anything until you're ready, okay? i'll be here to listen. for now, i'll just hold you until you have no more tears" he smiled and kissed your head, the both of you sitting on the couch. he put your legs over his lap, comforting you. you hiccuped once you stopped crying, playing with the hem of sebastian's shirt.

"he was in bed.. with that bitch i asked about a couple months ago" you sighed and sebastian scoffed, shaking his head.

"what did he say before? when you asked about her before" sebastian rubbed your arm and you laughed.

"an old hometown friend who moved to california. and i believed it, even though i met all his friends from home"

"what an asshole, you don't deserve that" sebastian whispered and kissed your forehead, making you smile.

"and.. with me being over here now, if it's not any incon-"

"yes, you are more than welcome to stay. my guest bedroom is finally finished" you smile and hug him tightly, sebastian rubbing your back. "love you yn"

"love you more, seb, thank you" you whisper and snuggle your cheek into his shoulder.

the next day sebastian helped you pack your things from the house you and chris shared. you guys put some boxes in storage and some boxes to sebastian's house. chris came back to the house as you closed the trunk of your car.

"yn? hey, please listen to me" chris begged and and you clicked your seatbelt in the passenger seat.

"she's not talking to you right now. you hurt her, very bad, chris" sebastian glared, backing up and getting into the driver's seat. chris yelled things about you getting with sebastian as payback but it was muffled. sebastian reached over and grabbed your thigh and you shook your head as you placed your hand on top of his.

"i told myself i wouldn't cry about it anymore.. but i can't help it" you sniffled and at a red light, sebastian wiped the tears from your cheeks.

"you're allowed to be sad, yn. it's your choice how long you want to be sad, no one else's, okay?" he whispered and you nodded, kissing his palm and you widened your eyes.

"sebastian, i didn't mean to do that" you rambled on and he chuckled, holding your wrists and kissing each knuckle and your palms. "oh" you sighed, dropping your shoulders and sebastian looked up at you through his eyelashes.

"see? don't be sorry, it's comforting" he smiled and you nodded slowly, licking your lips. "you want to go somewhere to eat?" you nodded and he sat the right way again. luckily there was no one behind you two because you sat through a green light. the light turned green again and he took off, heading to the place you wanted to eat before heading to his house.

sebastian pulled into his driveway and opened your door for you. you think him as he takes your hand into the house. "are there any.. house rules?"

"uhm.. food is free reign, bathroom upstairs, the guest room is right across from- what's wrong?" you rubbed your arm and shrugged, looking around the house then meeting sebastian's eyes.

"i didn't mean to make your life any more crazy" you apologize to him and stare at your toes.

"hey, look at me" sebastian said but you refused. he held your chin softly and tilted your face up to look at him. "you could never be a burden to me, i promise. i've always wanted a roommate who wasn't crazy"

"well.. i'm pretty crazy now" you smiled and he laughed, shaking his head.

"no, definitely not. chris is crazy for cheating on an amazing, smart, sexy girl like you" he grinned and your cheeks felt hot. "there's that shy smile"

"you think i'm sexy?" i whisper, stepping a little closer to sebastian.

"who wouldn't?" he whispered back, his mouth inches from yours. "goodnight yn"

"goodnight seb" he kissed your forehead and headed to his room. you sighed contently with a smile on your face, heading to the guest room. it was still scattered with some boxes, the closet half filled with clothes and the dresser topped with a mirror and a tv.

you got ready for bed and cuddled tight under the sheets, deleting the new texts you got from chris about the cheating, about sebastian, about everything. you went on social media, which is a bad idea after a break up. 'chris evans' was trending, and it was filled with thousand of tweets about the break up. your chest felt heavy and it felt like your throat was closing. "seb..seb.." you ripped the blankets off of you and you knocked on his door frantically.

"come in" you swung the door open and he dropped his clothes in his hamper. "what's wrong, doll?"

"they're a-all talking about it" you cried in choppy breaths, sebastian's eyebrows furrowing. you handed him your phone and he scrolled through the tweets, shaking his head and putting your phone next to his on the nightstand. "h..how did they find out?! i didn't post anything, remove any pictures, or say anything about you. how is it out?!"

"apparently he let it slip in an interview. plus i guess he confided in the wrong person and they told the press" sebastian rubbed your back and you let out a soft cry, falling into him. "you're going on a social media detox. i'm going to take your phone for a couple days and we're going to enjoy the world, okay?" you nod and sniffle, nodding and wiping your cheeks with his thumbs.

"i'm sorry for dumping all of this on you" you said softly and you looked up at him.

"never apologize for your feelings" he whisper and i nodded, leaning forward and kissing his chest.

"thank you seb" your tone was soft as you leaned back against his bed. sebastian was still processing the kiss to his chest you left, a soft smirk playing on his lips. it didn't take long for you to fall asleep, and sebastian didn't want to move you. he pulled the blankets over the two of you, kissing your forehead before shutting off the side lamp and falling asleep with an arm draped over you.

-

you woke up the next day with your arms wrapped around sebastian's arm. your eyes felt heavy and puffy, but you didn't want to move out of your very comfortable spot. you watched sebastian chest rise up and down slowly with every breath he took, his arm tucked under his head with his face turned away from yours.

you never really looked at sebastian, but you were glad you were getting the chance to right now. he shifted and you panicked, closing your eyes again to pretend you were sleeping. you heard him sigh and felt his bicep flex, and it was so hard to bite back your smile and grip it in your hands.

sebastian slowly pulled his arm away from your grip and pushed your hair out of your face before he got out of bed. sebastian headed into his bathroom and locked the door, your eyes shooting open. your arms pushed up the soft sheets as you stretched your limbs. you reached over for your phone, seeing a lot of missed calls, texts and notifications from almost every social media app you had.

sebastian's phone vibrated and you jumped when you heard the water turn on in the shower, sebastian badly singing as he showered. you sighed and peeked at his screen, seeing a lot of texts from chris.

"this is crazy" you sighed, placing a pillow over your face and wanting to scream. you had almost fallen asleep again before you heard the water shut off. you took the pillow off of your face and pretended to just be waking up as he came out of the bathroom.

"well, good morning roomie" sebastian smiled and you sat up, gasping softly with wide eyes as you noticed sebastian dripping in water with his towel loosely tied around his waist.

“good morning. i didn’t mean to take up your bed last night. all that crying just really took it out of me"

“no problem, i understand. my bed is big enough for the both of us. no bother” he smiled and took another towel to dry his hair. you brushed your hair out of your face and sighed.

"uhm, i'm gonna go shower. probably unpack too. you can come help if you want" you started to walk towards his door but you heard him whistle. you tighten your face and turn around slowly, sebastian's hand on his hip with the other out palm facing up.

"i seem to remember there were 2 phones on my nightstand, and now there's only one. give it here" you grunt and slightly stomp as you slapped the phone in his hand. "this is for your own sake, it's to better you and your mind!" sebastian smiled and you rolled your eyes, trying to pretend that you were mad at sebastian but you couldn't help the corners of your mouth curling up.

"yeah, yeah. whatever" you push his shoulder and he laughs. "i'll be in my room, then i'm gonna shower"

"okay. and hey," you turned around in his door frame, your hand on the wood as you looked over your shoulder to sebastian. "you and me"

you smile, nodding softly. "you and me, seb"

[k3rm1e]

heyo!! i was wondering if you would mind writing hc’s for a reader who just had a major accomplishment but their parents don’t really congratulate them or anything, and then philza celebrates with them instead and tells reader how proud he is. i kinda want some dadza comfort rn :’) anyway, thank you sm!! have a great day <3

accomplishments

heyo!! i was wondering if you would mind writing hc’s for a reader who just had a major accomplishment but their parents don’t really congratulate them or anything, and then philza celebrates with them instead and tells reader how proud he is. i kinda want some dadza comfort rn :’) anyway, thank you sm!! have a great day <3

hello anon! i’m sorry i took a while to answer this. i went a bit off track with this and got A LOT more angsty, so i’m really sorry about that. If you want me to make a much more fluffier or mellowed-out version, i’d be happy to. please, read the trigger warnings before reading this.

i don’t plan on writing more angst-y things like this, especially not this angsty, so don’t worry. once again, please, if you would like me to rewrite this into a less emotional version i’d be happy to

cw: swearing

tw: talk of god and the church, slight manipulation, repetition of words

accomplishments:

  holy shit. you were in disbelief. a state of shock. one million twitch followers. one. million. followers. you were silent. shock can have many effects on a person. some scream and laugh out of joy, or a misplaced sense of mania. others cry, because they cannot handle it. some remain confused, because their brains are unable to conceptualize the event. you were silent.

  what should you do? would a “thank you” tweet be good enough or would it come off as insincere? should you wait to stream? or would that make people feel you didn’t care because you took so long? through the anxiety you could feel the true realization that you now had one million followers. like a truck, you were hit with the most excited feeling ever. getting up, you jumped around your room. you spun and jumped and cheered and whooped and yelled and smiled and danced and were overflowing with joy, with the acknowledgement that you had done it, you had really fucking done it. 

  opening the window above your desk, without a single fuck, you screamed. “WHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!!!!” let’s just hope your neighbors don’t wake up.

  you stayed up all night, celebrating. tweeting out a thank you, you received congratulations from your fans and friends while you talked with the people in your discord vcs.

  in the morning, your mother and father had woken up. with a newfound determination, you ran downstairs. streaming was your passion and you wanted to tell the world what you had done. but, because of limitations, your mother was your metaphorical world.

  “mom! mom! mom! mother, mother, mumther!!” you shouted, dashing down the stairs, tripping over your feet. stupid wood flooring and slidy socks.

  from your place at the bottom of the stairs, you heard her sigh, “yes, sweetie?”

  you bounded over to her, setting your arms on the kitchen counter. from the hallway you could see your dad, who was sitting on the couch drinking his sunday morning coffee. “mom! guess what?” without giving her time to respond, you shouted, “i hit one million follows on twitch! one freaking million!”.

  your mother didn’t seem as enthusiastic as you. “is that why you were causing such a ruckus last night? and, watch your mouth, even though ‘freaking’ isn’t a ‘true’ curse, i don’t want you swearing. especially not on the lord’s day. i couldn’t fathom going to church everyday, only to allow you to have a mouth like that.” she continued to stare at her work papers.

  “oh, uh, okay mother. dad? did you hear me? i hit one million on twitch.” you awkwardly turned your head over to your father.

  “she’s right, you know that, don’t you sweetie?” your father stood up, and made his way into the kitchen. “language like that, it’s shameful. surely, we don’t need you to have a private session with father paulson, do we?” your dad stood next to your mother, rubbing her back as he stared at you.

  “no, no, of course not. um, i’m gonna go upstairs now.” you turned around, wishing you could simply disappear.

  “without breakfast? are you truly that upset with us? we can’t have you ending up like those people, committing sinful acts and going to hell. god would never forgive you. we’re already taking a risk allowing you to stream, putting yourself out there.”

  both your mother and father stared at you. your blood felt like ice in your veins. the white walls of your house seemed so much brighter, yet duller at the same time. everything felt a white-pure-pink-orange. your breathing got uneasy. choppy. in, out, out, in, in, in, out, in, in, out, out for different increments of time. 5, 3, 2, 7, 10, 9, 6, 4, 1, 6, 8, seconds, over and over and over.

  “we just wanna protect you, dear. we love you, don’t you get that?” your mother stared at you.

  you felt like a scene in those movies. the ones that directly cater to teens who thought their lives were shit when in reality they just hadn’t grown up enough to make sense of something yet. were you one of those teens? or is this actually wrong. you don’t think it is, but you don’t talk to others about this. family matters stay in the family was a common phrase repeated in your household. the church was family, they could know. your mother and father, they could know. others, they must not know, never know.

  “of course, mother, father.” you wanted to force yourself to speak, but syllables were incapable of getting past your lips. your mouth was full of peanut butter from the sandwiches served in your elementary school cafeteria. but, the partly frozen chocolate milk always washed it down. “of course. i love you guys too. love you.” you smiled, a disgusting smile that felt violating to exist on your face, violating, violating, violating.

  you dashed up the stairs, to your room, up, up, up. running in, you wanted to slam the door, scream out the window, puch your pillow, smash your pc, cry, whatever you could do to get out your emotions. but instead, you lightly shut your door and slowly walked over to your desk chair to see who was online. you would go live later. it was only 5 AM, after all. they could wait. at least, you hoped they could.

  opening discord, just to see what everyone was doing, you saw philza minecraft was online. you went over and messaged him, ‘phil. philza. philza minecraft. vc please?’ in response, you received a short, ‘sure m8, gimme a minute’ you waited, until you heard the noise confirming he had joined.

  “good morning phil.” your energy from before had receded back into the confines of your chest. the prior excitement was gone and replaced with a feeling of fatigue.

  “morning mate, how are you? congrats on the one mill!” phil sounded excited, happy for you. you smiled, chuckling a bit.

  “i’m alright man, just tired. how are you? and, thanks for the congrats.” you smiled, feeling the fatigue set in.

  “i’m good. but you, you don’t sound very good. couldn’t sleep, could ya’? that was how i was when i hit one mill. way too excited to sleep.”

  “yeah. yeah, i’m just tired.” you were getting a bit too tired to talk. the day had barely started, and yet the full-body emotional exhaustion had set.

  “‘just tired’? the hell happened kid?” phil’s voice sounded concerned. fuck. the last thing you wanted to do was worry him. he had his own life and you had already caused enough trouble today.

  “it’s nothing big phil, seriously. just my parents.” there, a slight bit of information. family matters still within the family, just a few words.

  “they being shitbirds? or are you lying, and something big did happen?” he was being inquisitive, which was dangerous. questions were dangerous.

  “no, why would i lie?” his inquisitiveness would continue, you knew. so you spilled the metaphorical beans. “they just, just weren’t as supportive as i’d wished they were when i told them. i was really psyched, y’know? and them, just sort of, not giving a shit? i don’t know man, it just feels bad.”

  “i get you. it’s shit, when people don’t care about your accomplishments. my parents never really saw streaming as a true profession in the beginning, which led to shit like you describing. i promise it gets better though, even if it feels like shit now. and, for what it’s worth, i’m proud of you.”

  “it’s fine phil, you don’t need to try to make me feel better. i’m okay, seriously.” you didn’t need or want his pity. accepting it would feel patronizing.

  “no, you need to understand that i’m not fucking around. one million is a big fuckin’ thing, especially for you who hasn’t been streaming all that long to achieve. it’s fucking amazing, mate. be proud of yourself, for christ’s sake.” his fake anger chimed through your headphones. even though you were being berated, you still felt better.

  “thank you, phil. i needed that.”

  “your welcome, mate. and look, anytime your parents are being shit, don’t try to hold it all in. call me, or wil, or someone, okay? don’t hold that shit in.”

  you fake sighed, just to piss him off. “okayyyyyy….”

  “good. now, go take a nap or some shit. i love you, kid.”

  “love you too, dadza.” this time, your words didn’t feel forced. the smile on your face wasn’t violating, but an invitation to better times. it would be alright. okay.