#i just get myself stressed about the “he would not fucking say that��� crowd and it takes the fun out of writing a bit

[obscurecurse]

i wish there was lexicon/a commonly accepted label or tagset to add to fanworks so upfront i could be like:

"i am going for accuracy and style points. you are about to say to yourself, 'wow. that's sooo him.'"

vs

"look, i know i used a cookie cutter in the shape of a man that you know. he's got the color of frosting you'd expect, but i've given the frosting a flavor you aren't expecting from a cookie that is this shape and color. i think you will like it if you bite into it, it's a nice combo, BUT IT'S NOT SUPPORTED BY HIS BEHAVIOR IN CANON AT ALL. I'M SORRY I JUST WANTED THE COOKIE TO LOOK THAT WAY. I LIKED IT." without having to say it's "out of character." it's not out of character. this is literally my character temporarily and that's how he acts.

i often read and enjoy both of these categories of fanwork. but i feel like it's jarring, as a reader, if you're expecting it to be one way and then it's the other? how to best express this? this isn't even about "canon divergence" its like a fundamental difference in the process of extracting and crafting characterization from canon: solid character analysis vs borrowing likeness and/or plot points, yfm?

i guess i tag it... #canon ignorant? as in "bro i am straight up ignoring canon rn" #willful canon avoidance?????? idk diaojlskdasbejkdcs (has this come up for you?)

[hoshifighting]

i'm BEGGING for a collegefling! jeonghan plzz

thank youuuu 💗 love your work <33

warnings: smut, teasing, flirting, fingering, penetrative sex, cock riding, semi-public sex, library sex, loud!jeonghan, jealousy, he's such a cutie too.

college fling!jeonghan who's not the type to play around with mixed signals. if he wants something, he’s pretty direct about it. likes games—just not the confusing kind. so, yeah, when you first met him, you kind of got what he was about from day one. freshman year was chaos. the university’s big events had everyone talking—water games, shirtless dudes, bikinis, everyone all bronzed and glowing under the sun. but jeonghan— he’s not about the whole "show off my body" thing. kept his shirt on, like he didn’t need to prove a damn thing. confident as hell, and you hated how much that got to you.

he was the one who came up to you first, of course. said something like, “my friend thinks you’re pretty.” such a casual opener, like it was no big deal. but then he took it further, all smooth with a teasing smile. “but i don’t really trust his taste, so i had to see for myself.”

you remember just rolling your eyes, thinking, this guy—but also trying not to let on that his vibe was doing things to your brain. when he went on to say, “so, are we making out now, or later?”—you laughed in his face, hard. hard as fuck, actually, and told him straight up that wasn’t happening, and his response? a smirk. that smirk that would become the smirk, the one you'd start seeing every time he spotted you from across campus, during parties, even in the quiet corner of the library when you thought you were safe.

after that day, it was like this... game, but not really a game. like, you’d be minding your business, trying to get through your classes, and boom—jeonghan would be there, casually sliding in with some flirty comment, always teetering on the line of too much. but never quite crossing it. like one time, you were sitting with your laptop, probably stressed over a deadline, and he just popped up with, “you look like you could use a distraction.” you shot back, “don’t you have someone else to annoy?” and of course, he answered, “nah, i’m committed to you.” committed. like it wasn’t just a stupid flirty thing.

and it kept going. year after year. no kissing, no hooking up—just this ridiculous back-and-forth, every time he saw you, making your stomach twist up in knots. it was frustrating as hell, ‘cause even though he flirted like it was second nature, he never actually pushed you to do anything more. he knew the game. he knew exactly how far to take it before pulling back, leaving you wanting more but hating that you even did.

one night, you were at some random house party, loud music, too many people, and of course, there he was. leaning against the kitchen counter, looking all too comfortable in a place that was way too crowded. he saw you first, waved you over with that lazy smile that you wanted to ignore but couldn’t. “you lost or just looking for me?” he asked, knowing damn well you weren’t looking for him.

“neither,” you lied, grabbing a drink from the counter just to have something to hold. but he wasn’t buying it, stepping a little closer, crowding your space just enough to make your breath catch.

“right,” he said, that teasing lilt in his voice. “so you’re not here just to finally kiss me?”

you laughed again, but this time, it didn’t feel as easy. “jeonghan, you’ve been trying for years. give it up.”

“noo sweetheart,” he pouted, voice smooth like honey. “i’m just playing the long game. i like it..”

the long game. because even though you never kissed, never took it past flirting, there was always this tension, simmering just below the surface. you’d catch yourself thinking about him sometimes when you weren’t even around him—wondering if he ever thought about you the same way.

but he never made it weird. never tried to make you feel like you owed him anything, which was maybe why you didn’t hate him for it. because at the end of the day, it was fun. infuriating, yes. but fun. he’d make a comment, you’d brush it off, but deep down? yeah, there was always a part of you that kinda wanted to see what would happen if you let the game go on a little longer.

and jeonghan... he was patient. too patient, if you were being honest.

there was something stupidly comforting about jeonghan always being around. like, even on your worst days—those days when you couldn’t even be bothered to try. oversized hoodie, messy hair, not a scrap of makeup. you were barely surviving, and there he was, still managing to make you feel noticed. he’d walk up, casual as hell, and say things like, “your hair smells nice today,” or he’d reach out, fingers grazing your hand, just to say, “new nails? they look cute.”

and then there was that one time, oh god—you remember it clear as day. you’d barely rolled out of bed and showed up to class, hoodie pulled tight around you, and jeonghan slides up beside you at the cantine, glancing down at your hand. “you know what would look cute wrapped in there?” he’d said, all casual. and for a split second, you didn’t catch on. you were about to ask what he meant, then it hit you—cock. he meant cock.

you felt your face heat up, your brain misfiring as you shot him a look, trying to figure out if anyone else had heard. your eyes scanned the tables, praying no one else had clocked his little comment, and when you finally turned back to him, there he was—smiling like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. “what?” he asked, all fake innocence, like you hadn’t just caught onto his bullshit. “i was talking about the energy drink can.” and he pointed at the one in your hand, the one you had just bought. “it matches your nails.”

you laughed. you couldn’t help it. he had this way of making everything lighter, even when you were convinced it was gonna be a trash day. and he smiled too, like your happiness was his mission for the day. it was always like that. jeonghan would flirt, you’d roll your eyes or laugh, and things would feel a little easier. it was comfortable. safe, even.

but then�� spring party. fuck.

there was something so painfully uncomfortable about seeing him with her. it wasn’t even the fact that they were together—it was the way he smiled at her. the way his arm was casually around her shoulders, pulling her closer, and then the cheek kiss. you saw it, and it felt like something lodged itself in your chest. like, what the hell.

it hit you like a ton of bricks. you liked the game too much. you liked him too much, but you hadn’t taken the shot. you never thought it was serious enough to matter, but seeing him with someone else? it felt like you were watching something that should’ve been yours. the whole night was a blur after that. no amount of party energy could bring you back up after seeing that.

you left early. didn’t even bother sticking around when the lights got lower, the music got louder, and everyone else started to get more and more drunk. you just… left. walked back to your dorm, the sound of your flower crown jingling a little with each step, the one your friends had insisted you wear. it felt stupid now. why the hell did you even care?

and then, as if the universe had it out for you, you saw him. just walking out of the dorms. not just any dorms. the dorms. the girls’ dorms. and you knew. of course it was her. she was in there, probably waving him off after some perfect little goodnight, and here you were, walking around with jealousy you didn’t even want to admit you had.

he saw you before you could duck away. smiled at you like nothing was weird, like you hadn’t seen him with her just hours before. “mhmmm... who’s this princess, huh?” he wolf-whistled, because of course, of course, he would. his eyes twinkled when they landed on your flower crown, clearly amused.

you weren’t. “fuck off, jeonghan,” you muttered, trying to brush past him. but you knew it. he heard it. he caught the tone immediately because even when he got on your nerves before, you were never this cold.

“whoa, whoa,” he called after you, stepping in your path with that all-too-familiar smirk, though now it felt different. heavier. “where’s this coming from? what happened? don’t tell me the princess has had a rough night?”

“i’m not in the mood,” you snapped, making a beeline for your dorm. but he wasn’t letting it go. he blocked your way again, hands stuffed in his pockets, eyes studying you like he was figuring out some kind of puzzle. you saw his eyes lighting up.

“wait a minute… are you jealous?”

the way he said it, like he was genuinely surprised and also deeply entertained by the thought. you didn’t even want to give him the satisfaction of looking at him, but your eyes flicked up anyway, glaring.

“you’re ridiculous.”

“i’m ridiculous?” he laughed, stepping a little closer. “so you saw me with her, huh?” he teased, and you could see the moment he clicked it all together. “oh my god. you are jealous.”

“shut up, jeonghan.”

but he didn’t. he was full-on laughing now, not even trying to hide how amused he was by the whole thing. “okay, okay. listen, that was my sister, y/n.”

you blinked. “what?”

he wiped at his eyes, still chuckling. “my sister. we had a family thing tonight, and she was visiting the campus for the spring party. she’s staying over, that’s why i was in the girls' dorms.”

you felt the embarrassment hit you like a wave. like, of course, you’d worked yourself up into a jealous mess over nothing. but still, the way he was looking at you, the way his laughter softened when he saw your expression change—it wasn’t like he was making fun of you. if anything, he looked… kinda pleased.

“you really thought i’d ditch you for someone else?” he asked, scrunching his nose. “after all these years?”

you wanted to hit him. and also kiss him. but mostly hit him. “shut up,” you mumbled, shoving past him to finally get to your door.

but as you fumbled with your keys, you heard him laugh again, this time lighter. “you know, if you want to kiss me that badly, you could just ask.”

"just ask?" you placed a hand on your hip, raising an eyebrow at him like you were calling his bluff. jeonghan just nodded, all nonchalant, like this wasn’t the moment of his life.

you took a step closer, the space between you two disappearing until your noses were nearly touching. you could see the way his eyes flickered from yours to your lips and back up, like he was trying to stay cool, but you knew better. underneath all that fake calm, he was freaking out.

you just smiled. you leaned in, just close enough for him to feel your breath on his lips, and whispered, “good night, jeonghan.”

you pulled back, turning on your heel, leaving him standing there. you didn’t need to look back to know the effect you had. you could feel the tension in the air, the way his posture faltered just slightly. when you reached your door, you glanced over your shoulder, catching his eyes one last time before you disappeared inside. he was still watching, a grin playing on his lips. as you leaned against the door inside, hand over your racing heart, you couldn’t help but smile too.

a few days later, you were at the library. it was one of those late afternoons where the campus was almost eerily quiet. most people were either at the football field, hanging out on the green, or already done for the day. you’d volunteered for this stupid school board vote thing, which meant you were stuck painting posters on cardboard, your hands covered in smudges of red and blue paint.

the library had this dim, cozy lighting, the blinds half-drawn so the soft glow of sunset was creeping in from the windows. but the table you were sitting at had this one bright, focused yellow lamp, shining right on your work as you dragged the wet paintbrush across the poster.

you were in your own world, humming softly, when you suddenly felt something… someone close. too close. a soft breath ghosted over your ear, so light you almost thought you were imagining it.

“boo!” a voice whispered, low and teasing, right by your ear.

you flinched hard, tensing up, your whole body jerking back so fast the paintbrush slipped in your hand. and of course, it was him. jeonghan stood there, barely an inch away, grinning like the asshole he was. his hands were shoved deep in his pockets, like he was trying to stop himself from reaching out and touching you.

“what the fuck,” you muttered, heart still racing from the scare, eyes glaring up at him. but he was having the time of his life, watching the way your body reacted, still all wound up.

“shhh,” he whispered, stepping even closer, his lips nearly brushing your ear this time. “we’re in a library.” the fake seriousness in his voice almost made you laugh, but you were too annoyed to let him win that easily.

“do you ever chill?” you asked, leaning back in your chair to give yourself a little space, but jeonghan wasn’t having it. he leaned down, resting his arms on the back of your chair like he was claiming it—and you.

“why would i, when scaring you is so much fun?” he shot back, his grin widening.

your heart was still pounding from the surprise, and now from him being so damn close, but you rolled your eyes, trying to act like you weren’t affected. “you’re annoying.”

“you love it,” he whispered, the teasing edge in his voice making you want to scream. but instead, you reached for your paintbrush again, ignoring him, or at least trying to. jeonghan, though, wasn’t going anywhere. he hovered over you, eyes scanning the half-finished poster on the table.

“what’s this?” he asked, gesturing to your work. “you painting a masterpiece?”

“just posters,” you mumbled, trying to focus on the brush strokes. but you could feel him there, his eyes practically burning into your skin. you hated how aware you were of him, of his warmth, of the way his breath still lingered on your ear.

“hmm,” he hummed, leaning a little closer again, his cheek almost brushing yours as he pretended to inspect the cardboard. “you missed a spot.”

“jeonghan,” you warned, glancing up at him through narrowed eyes. but all he did was flash you that familiar, maddening smirk.

“what? just trying to help.” he finally pulled back, standing up straight again, but not before letting his fingers brush lightly against your arm, just enough to send a spark through you.

you cursed under your breath, trying to focus on your work, but it was useless. his stupid little whisper and the way he hovered over you had already ruined any chance of concentration.

“you know,” he said casually, pulling out a chair next to you and sitting down like he had nowhere else to be. “you’re fun to mess with.”

“can you shut up for like, two seconds?” you shot at him, your voice carrying more frustration than you meant.

instead of taking the hint, he just wriggled his eyebrows at you, that shit-eating grin still plastered on his face. he never stops. you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to gather your thoughts, but the annoyance, the tension—it all bubbled up inside you, and before you could overthink it, you opened your eyes and leaned in, kissing him.

just a quick peck, a little “shut the hell up” moment, nothing more. but the second you pulled back and caught the look on his face, you almost regretted it. almost. jeonghan was stunned. like, full-on wide-eyed, frozen in place, like he couldn’t believe what just happened.

your cheeks immediately burned, but you kept your cool, clearing your throat before going back to the poster like nothing happened. “sit down and be quiet now,” you muttered, keeping your eyes on the cardboard.

for once, he actually listened. he sat down next to you, still staring, clearly trying to process what you just did. the silence that followed was awkward as hell, but it didn’t last long. because, of course, it didn’t.

he lasted about five seconds, max. then you felt his hand on your cheek, turning your face towards him. before you could react, his lips were on yours again, but this time, he didn’t hold back. it wasn’t some quick, shy kiss. no. his lips moved against yours, hungry, and then you felt it—his tongue pushing past your lips, invading your mouth like he had no patience left.

his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and before you knew it, you were completely lost in him. your body responded faster than your brain could keep up with, your hand instinctively reaching out to grab the edge of the table to steady yourself.

when he pulled back, just slightly, his breath was ragged, his lips hovering over yours as he whispered, “can i?” the neediness in his voice sent a jolt of heat straight through you.

you nodded, not trusting your voice. and that’s all he needed. his hand slipped down, fingers tracing the hem of your skirt before pushing it up just enough to get underneath. his fingertips brushed over your panties, teasing you, and you could feel yourself already getting wet.

jeonghan let out a soft chuckle, his breath hot against your skin. “you’re already soaked, cant wait to suck this pussy,” he whispered

you opened your mouth to respond, but all that came out was a shaky breath as he slid one finger under the fabric, barely grazing your folds. he was taking his time, dragging his fingers slowly, deliberately, over your wetness.

“so wet for me,” he whispered again, his lips brushing against your ear now. “you want me to keep going?”

you nodded again, your hand gripping the edge of the table tighter, and you heard him let out a small, pleased hum before he pressed a single finger inside you. the stretch was slow, his finger curling as he pushed in deeper, and the slick sound of your wetness filled the quiet library, pussy swallowing easily the long finger.

it was embarrassingly loud. the soft squelch of his finger moving inside you echoed in the stillness, and your head fell back, a quiet moan slipping past your lips before you could stop it.

“shhh,” jeonghan whispered, mockingly, his other hand coming up to wrap lightly around your throat. “quiet, be quiet f'me okay??”

you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to stay quiet, but it was impossible when he was teasing you like this, his finger moving slowly in and out, curling in just the squishy spot. he was taking his time, dragging it out, the wet sounds growing louder with each shove of his finger.

“you like that?” he asked, his lips brushing against your neck now. “you like when i finger you slow like this?”

you could barely answer, your voice catching in your throat as he added a second finger, stretching you just a little more. the way your body responded was automatic—your legs spreading wider on instinct, your hips rocking forward to meet his hand.

jeonghan grinned, his fingers moving a little faster now, pushing deeper, the squishing sounds even louder than before. “fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered.

your head fell back against his shoulder, your body giving in. you could feel every inch of his fingers moving inside you, every curl, every thrust, the knuckles, it was driving you insane. you reached out blindly, your free hand finding his thigh before sliding up to palm at the bulge in his pants.

he let out a soft groan, his hips shifting slightly as you pressed your hand harder against him. “you’re really trying to make me lose it, hmm?” he muttered, his voice strained as he continued to finger you, his pace quickening.

your hand fumbled with the zipper of his pants, trying to get him out, but it was hard to focus when he was fucking you with his fingers like this, your wetness dripping down onto his palm.

“shit,” he hissed when your hand finally slipped into his pants, your fingers wrapping around his length. he was hard—so fucking hard—and the way you gripped him made his head fall back, eyes rolling as he thrust his fingers even deeper into you.

“you like that, baby?” he asked. “you like when i fuck you with my fingers?”

you moaned softly, nodding as your hips bucked against his hand. your walls clenched around his fingers, and the wet squelching sounds got louder, filling the quiet library.

“fuck, you sound so good,” jeonghan groaned, pulling your panties to the side so he could spread your legs wider, giving himself better access. his fingers moved faster, pushing deeper, and you felt your body start to tremble, the pleasure building so quickly you could barely breathe.

“jeonghan,” you whimpered, your hand tightening around his length as your other hand gripped the table for dear life. your hips rocked against his fingers, desperate.

“that’s it, mhmm just like that baby,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear again. “cum for your hannie.. so nasty baby, letting me fuck this pussy with my fingers...what if someone see this hm?.”

before you could stop it, your body seized up, your walls clenched tight around his fingers, your back arching as you came, the wet sounds of your release echoing in the quiet library.

jeonghan groaned softly, his hand still moving, fingers still pumping in and out of you as you rode out your orgasm.

jeonghan watched as you giggled softly, in overstimulation, your head nestled into the crook of his neck, making him smile too. his arms wrapped around you tight, holding you against him.

a single line of slickness dripping down between your legs, a translucent trail of your release that shimmered against the dim library light and hit the floor with a quiet, inappropriate drip. he stared at it for a second, mesmerized by how fucking wet you were.

before you could even react, jeonghan slid his fingers from between your legs, sticky with your juices, and without hesitation, brought them to his lips. he sucked your wetness off them like it was nothing, like this was casual. but the way he moaned softly, like he was tasting something forbidden, made your cheeks burn.

“jeonghan!” you hissed, scolding him, giving him a little slap on the arm. “what the hell?”

he just shrugged, lips curved into that cocky smile. “couldn’t help it,” he muttered, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue. “you taste so fucking good.”

your face flushed even more, but you couldn’t hide the way your body still buzzed with need, even after he’d just made you come. your eyes flickered to the door—still shut, no one else around—and something wild sparked in you.

before you could second-guess it, you stood up from your chair and climbed onto his lap, straddling him fast. jeonghan’s eyes widened in shock, hands automatically flying to your hips, but not stopping you. “y/n,” he stammered, voice shaky, his breath catching in his throat, “n-no, we can’t—”

“why not?” you whined, rocking your hips forward just enough to brush his cock agasint your folds, and fuck, it felt good. you were still wet, soaked from your orgasm, and the friction was enough to make you both let out quiet, needy moans.

jeonghan’s hands gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he struggled to keep his composure. “fuck,” he muttered, biting down on his bottom lip hard, his whole body trembling beneath you. “because—shit—i can’t keep quiet.”

“please,” you begged, your voice dripping with desperation, leaning closer so your lips ghosted over his. “jeonghan, i’m so horny… been wanting you for years too.”

those words did something to him. years. and it hit him all at once—the weight of everything, of all those years of teasing, flirting, the back and forth that never went anywhere, the way he’d always kept it just at the edge, never crossing the line. and now, here you were, straddling him, begging for him like it was all too much to hold back anymore. he could feel it too—the years of tension, of watching you from a distance, making you smile just to hear that laugh, all leading up to this.

“fuck,” he whispered, voice strained as he watched you grind against him, his hands flexing on your hips. his eyes fluttered shut as the pressure built between you, your slick folds dragging against him. his body was wound so tight he felt like he could snap any second.

“jeonghan,” you whispered again, your breath hot against his lips, and then you reached down between you, a gasp escaping him when your hand wrapped around his length, teasing him.

“we can’t,” he whispered, but there was no conviction in his voice, not anymore. his hips bucked up into your hand, betraying how badly he wanted this. “we can’t do this here.”

“then be quiet,” you murmured, lips brushing over his as you guided the tip of his cock to your entrance. your wetness coated him, slick and hot, and jeonghan groaned, his head falling back against the chair as you slid him along your folds. he was so hard, so sensitive.

“fuck, y/n,” he gasped, his body trembling under your touch. his hands shot to your thighs, gripping them hard as you teased him, your slickness coating his cock, making everything feel too good, too intense.

“please,” you whispered again, pressing down just enough for his tip to catch at your entrance, and jeonghan’s whole body shuddered. “i need you.”

he bit down on his lip, his hands shaking as he tried to stop himself from completely losing control. “you’re gonna kill me,” he muttered, his voice rough with lust. “i won’t be able to stay quiet.”

but you didn’t care. you wanted him too badly, needed him too badly after all this time, all these years of unspoken tension finally coming to a head. you were practically shaking with need, your hips moving on their own as you slid his cock along your folds, teasing yourself with the tip.

jeonghan let out a low groan, his eyes rolling back as you rubbed against him, the wet sounds of your slickness filling the quiet space. “shit, baby,” he whispered, his hands trembling as they moved to grip your ass, pulling you even closer. “so fuckin good around me, fuck— i dont know if i will last.”

“then fuck me,” you whispered back, your voice desperate now, grinding down against him, your slick folds swallowing his cock inch by inch. you felt him twitch, felt how much he was holding back, and it only made you want him more.

he groaned, his head falling forward, his forehead resting against yours. “can’t keep quiet, can’t can’t—” he whispered again, his breath ragged, but the way his hips bucked up into you told you all you needed to know.

you let out a soft whimper as you finally sank down onto him, his cock stretching you so slowly, so perfectly. the feeling of him inside you after all this time was almost too much, and you moaned softly, your body trembling as he filled you up, inch by inch.

you started rocking your hips slowly, back and forth, barely pulling off him before sliding back down, letting him feel every inch of you. the way his cock filled you so perfectly made you clench around him, and you could hear jeonghan’s breath catch, a low groan slipping from his lips that he tried desperately to swallow.

his hands shot to your waist, gripping you tight as you moved. your rhythm was teasing, dragging your slick folds over him as his length stretched you with each motion. you knew what you were doing to him—the way his hips bucked up every time you slid down, his thighs tensing under your legs. he was struggling to hold it together, and you were reveling in every second of it.

you leaned forward, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “you’re so fucking hard for me hannie”

jeonghan let out a deep groan, his head falling back against the chair as he tried to keep quiet, his breath coming in short, desperate pants. “ngh—fuck—” he hissed, his grip on your waist tightening as he tried to control himself, but the way you were moving, so slow and deliberate, was killing him.

you smirked against his neck, pressing soft kisses to his skin before whispering again, your voice low. “you love how wet i am for you, hm? bet you’ve been thinking about this all of those years, huh?”

that did it. jeonghan’s whole body trembled, and he let out a strangled moan, “ahh—shit—” his fingers dug into your hips, trying to pull you down harder, but you kept the pace slow, teasing, letting him feel every second of it.

“fuck, y/n,” he groaned, his voice breaking as he threw his head back, his lips parted and eyes fluttering shut. “you—ngh—feel so fucking good.”

his reaction only fueled you more. you started grinding your hips a little faster, rolling them in circles. you leaned closer again, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered filth, your voice dripping with lust. “you’re such a good boy for me, letting me ride you like this..”

jeonghan let out another deep groan, “o-oh—fuck—” his hands slid under your skirt, gripping your ass as he helped guide your movements, his fingers squeezing the soft flesh. his eyes were half-lidded, mouth open, and you could feel him trembling beneath you, trying so hard to keep quiet, but every whisper from you had him moaning like he couldn’t control it.

“you’re such a dirty boy,” you whispered, “can feel how bad you want to cum inside me.”

“fuck—” he groaned again, louder this time, and you quickly leaned forward, pressing your lips to his to muffle the sound. the kiss was desperate, messy, his tongue immediately slipping into your mouth as he kissed you back hard, his hands pulling you down on him as you rocked your hips faster. you could feel him shaking, his control slipping with every thrust.

you pulled back, breathless, your lips hovering over his as you whispered again. “you gonna come for me, jeonghan? gonna fill me up like the good boy you are?”

his eyes rolled back, his hands gripping your ass even tighter as he thrust up into you, his cock twitching inside you. your fingers gripped the edge of the table to steady yourself, your nails digging into the wood as you rocked against him, feeling his cock throb inside you. his hands slid back up your hips, pulling you down gently as his cock twitched one last time inside you, the warmth of his release spreading through you.

you reached down between you, sliding your fingers through your own slickness and bringing them to his lips. “taste it,” you whispered, watching as his eyes fluttered open, still hazy with lust.

he groaned softly, but didn’t hesitate, his tongue slipping out to lick your fingers clean, tasting both of you mixed together. the sight of it made you shiver, and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped your lips as you watched him suck on your fingers, his eyes locked on yours.

you could feel the heat between your legs still burning, still aching for more, and without thinking, you started to move again, grinding your hips against his slowly. jeonghan’s eyes widened, his hands gripping your waist as he realized what you were doing.

“y/n—” he whispered, his voice shaky, “what the—we—fuck, we can’t—”

“shh,” you whispered, your lips brushing over his as you rocked your hips again, feeling his cock start to harden inside you. “just one more time.”

jeonghan let out a low groan, his hands sliding down to your ass again as he gave in, his body already reacting to the feeling of you moving on him again. “fuck,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “you’re gonna kill me.”

you just smiled, pressing your lips to his as you whispered against his mouth, “then die happy.”

[mingi-s-dimples]

Unspoken Desire - Yeosang

KINKTOBER DAY 6 - REQ. BY @artistic-rendition

~ "Enemies to lovers, maybe with hongjoong or yunho? Or maybe mingi? I can't decide, they are all too perfect. Mean dom, brat tamer ateez, overstimulation, thigh riding, cuffing and forced orgasms. Degradation that's like, the condescendingly fake sympathy, mocking. Literally just so fucking filthy" ~ in the end I was damn indecisive and dmed my lovie and they were ALSO indecisive and chose Yeosang instead 😂

pairing: yeosang x fem!reader

genre: 18+, enemies to lovers

summary: After who you thought your best friend was put you in the same room as the person you absolutely hated and then left you alone with him, he basically gave you the best night of your life.

wc: 3k

warnings: dom!yeosang. bratty!reader, cuffing, forced orgasm, denied orgasm, degradation, mocking. fingering. dacryphilia. making out. movement restriction, enemies to lovers, wdym they're bickering while fucking. big dick! yeosang obvi, unprotected (wrap up irl!), completely consensual, for sure forgot something, completely unedited.

Author's Note: THIS WAS HOT. I LOVED WRITING STRICT/DOM/HARSH YEOSANG. I went insane while writjng thjs. ENJOYYY

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction & does not represent in any way the reality of the member.

The dimly lit bar was alive with music and laughter, the low hum of conversation blending with the soft clink of glasses. It wasn’t too crowded, just the usual crowd that filled the place on a Saturday night. You leaned back against the worn leather booth, glancing at Jongho who was sitting across from you, nursing his drink with that easy-going smile he always had when the two of you were out together.

He had insisted you ome out tonight, saying you all needed a break from the stress of daily life. You had agreed, thinking it would just be the two of you like old times. But, of course, there was a catch.

Yeosang was with you.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, trying to ignore the simmering annoyance that his presence always triggered in you. He sat beside Jongho, looking perfectly relaxed and smug, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his glass.

God, you hated him. You hated everything about him—his calm, collected attitude, the way he always seemed to have an answer for everything, and most of all, the way he got under your skin like no one else could. Every time you were around each other, it felt like a battle of wills, a constant back-and-forth of snide comments and cutting glances.

And yet, here you were, sitting together, because Jongho thought it would be fun to hang out as a group. As if you were some sort of... functional trio.

“Do you always make that face when you’re thinking, or is it just because I’m here?” Yeosang’s voice cut through my thoughts, smooth and teasing as ever.

You shot him a glare, knowing full well that he was just trying to get a rise out of you. “I make this face when I’m around things that irritate me. So, yeah, it’s because you’re here.”

Jongho sighed, rolling his eyes between the two of us. “Can you two.. not for five minutes? We’ve been here for less than an hour, and you’re already bickering.”

Yeosang smirked, leaning back in his seat with that infuriatingly calm expression. “I’m not bickering, Jongho. I’m just pointing out the obvious.”

You clenched your jaw, feeling your blood pressure rise. “You know, no one invited you. You could’ve stayed home.”

“Actually,” Yeosang said, his eyes sparkling with amusement, “Jongho invited me. And believe it or not, I accepted. So, here I am.”

You turned to Jongho with an exasperated look, but he just held his hands up in defense. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. You both are my friends, and I thought it’d be nice if we all hung out. Just relax, okay?”

“Relaxing’s hard to do when he’s around,” you muttered, taking a sip of your drink to calm myself down. The alcohol was just starting to kick in, leaving you a little more loose but still fully aware of the surroundings.

Yeosang leaned in slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. “You know, if you spent less time glaring at me and more time actually enjoying yourself, you might have a better night.”

You scoffed, leaning in closer to him without thinking, faces now just inches apart. “Trust me, the only thing that would make this night better is if you left.”

“Oh, I don’t think that’s true,” he replied, his voice lower now, almost challenging. His eyes locked onto yours, and for a split second, something shifted in the air between. The usual tension was there, but this time, it felt different. He wasn’t backing down, and neither were you.

Jongho groaned, clearly fed up with our constant back-and-forth. “Okay, you two are impossible. I’m getting some snacks. Maybe if you’re eating, you’ll stop biting each other’s heads off.”

With that, he got up and made his way toward the bar, leaving Yeosang and you alone. As soon as Jongho was gone, you expected the tension to dissipate, but instead, it thickened. Yeosang didn’t move from where he was leaning in close, and you didn’t either. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or just pure frustration, but you weren’t backing down from whatever unspoken challenge was hanging in the air.

“You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” You said, voice sharper than you intended.

Yeosang’s eyes gleamed with something you couldn’t quite place, his smirk widening. “I could say the same about you.”

A sudden urge bubbled up inside me, one that had been lurking beneath the surface for a while but that you had never let yourself acknowledge. You had always told yourself that the irritation you felt around Yeosang was pure hatred, that his presence was just something you had to tolerate because of Jongho. But now, sitting so close to him, feeling the heat between rise with every passing second, you realized it wasn’t just hate. There was something else there. Something more dangerous.

You hated how smug he was, how he always had to get the last word. But more than that, you hated how he made you feel. How your heart sped up every time the two of you got into one of our ridiculous arguments. How you couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to shut him up—really shut him up.

Before you could stop yourself, you acted on that urge.

You grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him towards you, crashing your lips against his in a hard, almost punishing kiss. For a second, he froze, clearly not expecting it, but then he responded, his hand sliding to the back of your neck as he kissed you back just as fiercely.

The kiss wasn’t soft or sweet. It was full of all the pent-up frustration, the irritation, the tension that had been building between you for months. It was messy and heated, neither of you willing to give an inch. His teeth grazed my bottom lip, and you bit back a gasp, refusing to let him have the upper hand. You deepened the kiss, pushing against him harder, daring him to keep up.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathing hard, his eyes were darker, filled with a hunger that you had never seen before.

“Well,” Yeosang said, his voice low and rough, “That’s one way to shut me up.”

You wiped your thumb over your bottom lip, still tasting him there. “You were getting on my nerves.”

A slow, lazy grin spread across his face. “Is that all?”

“Maybe,” you shot back, but the way your voice wavered told a different story.

He leaned in closer again, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, “You know, for someone who claims to hate me so much, you sure don’t act like it.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, but you didn’t pull away. You couldn’t.

Yeosang chuckled softly, his hand still resting on the back of my neck. “Make me.”

Before you could think twice, you grabbed him again, crashing your lips together for a second time. This kiss wasn’t angry—it was filled with something much more dangerous. Desire.

As much as you wanted to hate him, you couldn’t deny it anymore. This wasn’t hate. Not really. It was something else entirely, something that was quickly spiraling out of control.

The night was about to get a lot more interesting.

He took your hand in his, pulling you closer.

"Wanna come over? Let me show you just how much you annoy me on the daily" he smirked at you.

"Bet." and as soon as you finished your words, he pulled you by your waist and guided tou through the crowd. He then opened the door forcefully and rushed with you to his car, opening the door for you.

"Get in" Yeosang said.

"Didn't you drink?" you said, confused.

"No? I always keep it for when I get home. Haven't you seen this?" he closed the door after you.

"No? Why would I care.." you smiled at him.

"Hah, nice one".

He started driving and your mind was going places you'd never think it would. Your next thought was to annoy the fuck out of him, lile you always did. To which, without warning, your hand went for his now thight pants, slowly unzipping his jeans. He flinched, surprised at your touch.

"The fuck are you doing?" he said, visually annoyed.

"I'm helping you, what do you mean?" you innocently said, making eye contact with him for a split second.

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into, sweetie."

As he drove off to his apartment, you started to softly touch his now hard and throbbing cock through the cloth. Of course, you didn't undress him properly. He was driving after all. You only unzipped his pants and sneaked your hand around his briefs then.. in his briefs, touching his bare cock. He flinched again, because of the sudden cold feeling from your hand. You pumped his length for a moment, only to tease him. He needed to pay attention to the road, after all.

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As you arrived, he pushed you to the wall and started fiercly kissing you. A longed, wanted and lusted kiss, you'd say.

"Is this really what we're doing? Have you been only pretending to hate me all along?" he broke the kiss "Do you perhaps.. want me?"

You laughed bitterly, "Want you? I can barely stand you."

He grabs you by the waist, pulling himself closer. "And yet here we are, in my apartment. If you're here.. are you sure that what you're feeling it's hate?" he confidently said.

You whispered "Maybe I just want to punch you."

"Or maybe you just want me to fuck you."

"Then do it." you crushed your lips onto his.

He embraced you and lifted you up, placing you onto the dining table. He kissed you wildly, tongues interlocking and his hands all over you. Your breath hitched with every move of his, not knowing his very next move. He suddenly took your blouse off, leaving you only in your bra. You stopped him for a moment.

"I could ruin you with a single word." you scoffed, panting.

He leans in, eyes darkening "You’ve already ruined me."

You freeze for a second, "What’s that supposed to mean?"

His voice drops, gaze burning into hers "It means you’re in my head. Every second. And I hate it. I hate how much I want you."

You gasped at his words, but slightly happy with it. Who thought Yeosang would be so into you? He never showed it whatsoever. But that was in the past, now... his cock was straining against his briefs and rubbing against your crotch, while his lips travelled from your neck to your breasts. Within a single hand movement he unbuckled your bra, letting it fall besides you. He took you in his grip and he sat you on his lap, him sitting on the bed and leaning against the headboard. As the two of you were still kissing, you took of his shirt, feeling up his muscles. Your action was followed by him lifting you up effortlessly undoing your jeans, leaving you in your panties and braless. You took that as an invitation to do something more to which, you started to softly grind against his still clothed leg. You let out soft whines while kissing him, trying to rush him but.. he was taking his sweet time.

"Are you tryna rush me?" he put his hands in your thighs and lifted you up a bit only to be able to take off his pants. He then put you back on his thigh but with a twist, he also took your panties off, now rubbing bare against his leg.

"Damn, already?" he softly touched your folds, feeling the wetness on his thigh.

"Don't flatter yourself, this means nothing" you scoffed, with an attitude. His fingers spread out your folds, you could now feel his thigh cold and wet against you.

You were grinding against him, unintentionally, “Get your hands off me before I break them.”

Yeosang chuckled, his hair ruffled and eyes dark, “Funny, I didn’t hear you complaining a second ago. You sure you want me to let go?”

You glared at him, “You’re infuriating. Always have been.”

Voice dripping with amusement and in a mocking tone, “Oh, I know. You’ve made that painfully clear. Yet here we are, and you’re still... pressed against me like this.”

“You’re insufferable. I swear I hate you.” you scoffed.

He pushed you on the bed and crawled over, onto your body. He took of his briefs and his cock sprung out, leaking with pre cum. He threw the cloth on the floor and pinned you down, hands above your head, watching you contently. He lifted your chin up with his free hand and continued his mocking.

“Hate, huh? Is that what you call this? Because your body’s telling a whole different story.”

“You wish. This means nothing. Less than nothing.” you almost growled at him, annoyed by his cockiness.

Yeosang mocked you, annoying the hell out of you, "Sure, sure. Is that why you’re trembling? Because of ‘nothing’?”, he lowers his voice, teasingly, “I didn’t think you’d be the type to get so worked up over losing control. Guess I was wrong about that too, huh?”

“I am not losing control!”

Smirking, his tone soft but taunting, “Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. But the more you fight it, the more obvious it gets. You can’t stand that you want this... want me."

“I don’t—”

He cut you off, “Oh, but you do. And it’s driving you crazy. Don’t worry, I’m enjoying every second of it.”

You gritted your teeth, unable to stop the force that was pulling you towards him, “I hate you.”

He laughs, “Keep saying it, maybe one day you’ll convince yourself.”

He flipped you over in an instant. He placed your hands at the back and held them thightly, then reached his hand to the nightstand. He took out something that you couldn't see, but it sounded like it was made of metal. When you felt it on your body it was as soon as you heard the faintest *click* and your hands were tied up.

"Oh, my god.." you gasped.

"What? You've been a fucking brat until now, don't be surprised at what's gonna happen, you little slut." he said, the little derogatory remark turning you on. "You did this to yourself."

He slightly slapped your ass once, making your back arch under his touch. He lifted your ass up, using two of his fingers to spread out your wet folds. He then started finger fucking you, stretching you out, your face buried in the mattress. He was hitting all your good spots, already feeling close from both his fingers and you grinding on him a moment ago.

"Yeosang !" you shouted, clenching onto his fingers. "I'm..c-close" you whispered.

"I absolutely don't care." and he pulled them out, fucking up your orgasm. He then lined himself up to your hole, pumped his cock a few times to lube it up with your juices, then went fully in, barelt bottoming out. You let out a loud moan, tears forming ij your eyes.

"This is for acting like a damn brat." he thrusted once with full force, his body slamming against yours.

"This is for going against my word" he did it a 2nd time.

"And.. this is for doing whatever you were tryna do in the car." and after he finished his words, he started fucking you forcefully. You felt yourself being really close again, but you didn't even bother telling him. You thought he'd fuck it up again.

He thrusted a few more times and you came, without telling him beforehand. But to your surprise, he didn't slow down. In fact, his hand travelled to your clit, now rubbing circles around it. You were basically going insane now, head spinning from all the action and overwhelmed by his surprisingly huge cock.

"I'll tell you something. I absolutely don't give a fuck how many times you'd need to finish to make me cum. You did this to yourself, little slut, so endure it." he was basically overstimulating you. Your legs felt weak, trembling and your hands, too. He took you in his embrace and flipped you over again, hands over your head and back resting on the mattress. He was still fucking you forcefully and rubbing your clit. It was not far until you were soon feeling the knot in your belly thighen, even faster than before. He saw your expression and figured you'd be close, to which he pinched your clit slightly and you came unannounced. He basically.. forced you? But it wasn't even a surprise anymore. You were fucked dumbm Dizzy. On his nerves, too, and it wasn't helping at all.

"I'm close, sweetie" he said, crashing his lips onto yours. Your tongues interlocked, he was basically making love to you, but more lustful, needy and longed. Within a few thrusts, bottoming out with each of them and after hitting your cervix a couple of time, the two of you came at the same time. You felt yourself getting filled up by his load, to which he slowed down his thrusts and finally came to a stop.

He slowly got off you and uncuffed your hands, rubbing your red wrists. He was back to being his caring, loving but annoying self.

"I hate you, Yeosang. But oh my god, this was damn hot" you whispered, head still dizzy.

"Want me to fuck you dumb again?" he said.

"I mean.. not now, but..ah cmon, I can't stamd that grin on your face" you got interrupted by his exasperating mimic.

"You love me, y/n."

"Maybe, maybe not." you smirked at him.

"Get up. let's get you washed. If you annoy me on the way I'll consider a 2nd round."

When you wanted to stand up, you saw your phone vibrating intensely on the floor.

"Oh fuck." you said.

"What?"

"It's Jongho!"

"Shit. ANSWER HIM!?" Yeosang said, slightly panicking.

"AND WHAT AM I GONNA TELL HIM? HI HELLO I'M OVER AT YEOSANG? HE'S GONMA SAY I'M NUTS!" you shouted.

"Just tell him I dropped you off after you got too tipsy. That's the least I'd do as his friend. Now, if you ever shout at me again, consider yourself dammed, babe"

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Say My Name Three Times | Kylian Mbappè

Pairing: kylian x reader

Series: Take Me On The Field

Request: Heyy, can I have a Kylian Mbappe request maybe they’re at a game of his and she goes to surprise him, she’s his girlfriend and an actress they haven’t seen each other in a month

Writer's note: this is the first story of the take me on the Field series. send in requests for our favorite players. You can check my prompt lists here.

When I reached Qatar I was praying to everything holy for no one would recognize me. So far I had done a great job at convincing Kylian that I wasn’t going to make it to the final because of reshoots for the new project. The thing I loved most about him was that he didn’t even get mad about it. We were the exception of the rule that footballers dating actresses never ended happily. We both understood each other’s busy schedules, even when it wasn’t in our favor.

Of course the fact that he didn’t get mad didn’t mean that he didn’t complain. He wanted me there as much as I wanted to be there and it was eating us both alive. When I got the ok two days ago to leave the movie set I decided to surprise him, instead of telling and giving him a boost of confidence from the sidelines.

The hat covered most of my facial futures, along with my eye vision which was the reason I bumped into about 20 guys wearing Messi’s shirt. But thankfully my mask hid the rest of my face, as did my black as night sunglasses. To mix with the crowd I was wearing one of Kylian’s jersey’s and an old pair of sweatpants. Nothing about me was screaming celebrity, which was exactly the way I liked it.

The only one helping me with everything and knew I was coming was Giroud. He had spoken to the drivers, so one of them would be waiting for me. On the way to the French base, I stared out of my window, at the people, dressed and blue and white or in dark blue carrying the french flag over their heads. I smiled, truth was, kylian or not, football had been a part of me since I was a kid, the view made me emotional. When we reached the French base, the team had already left for the stadium. One of Giroud’s assistant was waiting for me on the foyer.

“Bonjour Mademoiselle!” he exclaimed when he saw me. He dealt with the security and helped me find my way to kylian’s room. All the way to his room, he’d mumble about how happy he was the Giroud has trusted him with this mission. I laughed at his excitement and thanked him a bunch for his help. When we got inside it instantly felt like home as Kylian’s perfume filled all my senses and I almost snuck in the bathroom expecting to find him by the mirror, shaving. I left my stuff next to the bed, as I raised my head I noticed he had a picture of us by his nightstand. I must have stood there looking at it for a long time because Giroud’s assistant, patted me on the shoudler “We have to go Mademoiselle!”

I nodded quickly, picked just my scarf with the French’s team’s logo, my phone and my jacket and ran outside with him. Everything else happened too quickly, the drive to the stadium, sneaking in with Giroud’s passes and all the way to the dressing rooms my phone was buzzing with Mbappe’s picture. I stopped just right outside the dressing room, smiling at myself. Giroud’s assistant looked at me confused as I answered the call.

“Babe! Où étais-tu ?” he asked, stressed, before I even had time to say anything.

“Je suis désolé! I got caught up at work! Has the came started?”

“Non!” I could hear the nerves in his voice. “Two minutes before we go out! I need your good luck!” While he was speaking I peaked through the door of the dressing room, all the boys were there sitting on their benches. Talking, laughing, putting on their uniforms. Mbappe on the other hand wasn’t there at all.

“You have all my good luck! You know that!”

“HEY! KYLIAN! JE DOIS ALLER AUX TOILETTES, MEC ! SORTEZ !” I heard somebody yelling through the phone.

“FUCK OFF ! Je parle avec ma copine!” he said shot back, my heart sinking when he called his girl. It sounded beautiful in any language he’d say it. I finally walked in the dressing room, everybody started exclaiming until I shushed them with my finger “You shouldn’t be talking to your teammates like the kyky!” I walked behind the benches, high fiving giroud as I passed him and got to the hall that led to the toilet. Tchouameni was knocking on the bathroom door. I guessed Kylian must have been inside.

“They shouldn’t be interrupting me when I’m talking to you.”

I patted Tchouameni on the shoulder. He jumped and covered his mouth when he saw me, he was as shocked as I hoped Kylian would be. I tilted my head to signal him to away for a moment and I got closer to the door. I could swear my heart was tied with Kylian’s because the closer I would get the more I felt it beat, like it wanted to jump out of my chest and right into his hands. I leaned on the door.

“If they gotta pee, the gotta pee Kyky!”

“Can I face time you?”

I smiled “I don’t have time. I have to go meet somebody.”

I heard him sigh and curse. I imagined him covering the microphone because I only heard it through the door, the he said on the microphone. “I really wish you were here, mon cheri!”

“Say my name three times, I might appear out of nowhere.”

He did it without thinking, he’d believe in anything if it could get me to be where he was. I laughed and knocked on the door.

“Putain de merde ! Laisse-moi tranquille Tchouameni!” He yelled, making me laugh again! So I knocked, with my palm, loud, like I was his teammate in need of the toilet. “PUTAIN!” He yelled and I heard him stand up, my heart reaching the speed of an airplane about to lift off. I heard him unlock, my breath becoming so stiff I thought I would choke right then and there and then-

“Merde Ts-“ he stopped. His eyes starring blankly at me, his voice eaten, his body frozen. I thought he was on facetime and the connection had fallen as it usually did and he was gonna stay like that for the next hour. I was scared to even touch him, as if he would reload and disappear completely. Then he spoke, relief filled my lungs, he was real. “Merde..” he said, this time softer, this time like a prayer. He didn’t even waste any time to put his phone back on his pocket, he just let it slip off his hand and wrapped his arms around me, lighting me up. I tied my legs around his waste, hiding my face in the crook of his neck, taking In his perfume and his skin. A drug I had long missed. He spoke curses and muffled words in my hair, until I pulled my head back, just so I could look in his eyes. I smiled widely and kissed him, the way I’ve waited for a month. He walked until I was against the wall, still kissing me and holding me like I was part of him. It felt easy, it felt as it should be.

We pulled back to breath and I leaned my forehead against his, our eyes saying a thousand words as we stared into each other’s souls. He was smiling like a dork, I think I was too.

“Hi.” I whispered and he laughed. Still unable to believe this was real. He shook his head.

“You came.” He whispered, his one hand reach my cheek, stroking it. I leaned to his touch.

“You said my name three times” I whispered back, getting another laugh from him. Then his expression got serious, his eyes fell on me with lust burning out of them.

“I’d say your name every second of every day non stop if I have to.” He answered and leaned in to kiss me again, this time deeper. We were interrupted by someone flushing the toilet. We hadn’t even realized his teammate had walked passed us while we were reuniting. When he came out he gave us a teasing look. Kylian kicked him in the ass, cursing him and then we looked at each other, laughing. It was as it should be.

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Strange Cop Dad Swap

I made my way to the kitchen, expecting some good alcohol since Brittney was rich. Holy shit! There was a huge variety of everything! Now THIS is what I expected at a college party! Who fucking cared if I wasn't even in college yet, or old enough to drink? This shit is crazy!

"What would you like my good sir?" asked some random guy at the table. I didn't think he was an actual bartender, since he was wearing normal clothes. Probably just some weirdo.

"Oh I dunn-" I didn't even finish my sentence when he put something into a shaker and poured it into a red plastic cup. He then handed it to me. Well, I guess if I'm at a college party, I gotta act like a college party guy. I chugged it all down in a second. Suddenly my throat burned like hell.

"Fuck man, one step at a time! Save the chugging for cheap beer. These drinks are classier." He poured me another. "This time baby steps my man."

I was kinda mad, but accepted the drink anyway. I walked back into the living room where people were on the dance floor. I saw my buddy Trent dancing with yet another random girl he just met. I swear that dude solely exists to break hearts.

"Hey! Garrett! Did you get the drinks?

"I got one. If you want one, go get it yourself."

"Ah fuck you! But seriously though aren't you scared your dad's gonna show up? I mean he IS a cop around here."

"Probably not. I'm sure there's lots of parties going on right now. What are the chances that he'd come to this one?” I noticed someone started talking to Brittney. It must've been bad because she widened her eyes and turned the music off. With the new silence in the room, we could hear the blaring police sirens outside.

"Shit who called the cops?" Someone said. The door opened and none other than my stupid dad appeared. His ugly bald head reflected the multicolored lights and he looked around at everyone, while I tried to hide myself behind the crowd. Beside him was the sheriff, Marty. My dad may have been good friends with Marty but he didn’t have to bring the fucking sheriff for something as simple as this.

"Allright allright, party's over. Nobody's getting arrested as long as you cooperate." Everyone started walking out the door and I was exposed. My dad widened his eyes when he noticed me.

"Garrett?! What the fuck are you doing? You know better than that!" He just HAD to start the lecture NOW out of all times, embarrassing me in front of everyone.

"What? I can't come to a party now?"

"Don't try excuses on me! I saw that cup in your hand. What? You expect me to believe that's water? Get in the car. Everybody else move it!” We both started walking outside while Marty stayed to lead the others.

Inside the police car, we were silent for a while until he blew up on me once again.

"I can't believe you were fucking underage drinking! Do you have any idea how irresponsible you are?! You're in your senior year of high school. Do you really think that’s going to be a good habit when you go to college?! You're grounded until graduation. I don't care how harsh that sounds. Graduation you hear?” I knew that nothing I said would change anything so I kept my mouth shut the rest of the car ride. 

Back at home, we said nothing to each other as I walked up to my room and slammed the door. About an hour went by and I heard a knock, followed by my dad coming in.

"Hey."

"Go away."

"I just wanted to say that I overreacted a bit back there. It made me so angry seeing the type of person you might’ve ended up as." He was fumbling with his wedding ring. I don't know why he keeps it on anyway. I never knew my mom, and it's clear my dad is divorced so why does he wear a damn wedding ring? He needs to find a girlfriend or something!

“You have no idea how stressful it is! Why can’t I go to some little party just to unwind?”

“I was young once too! I just don’t want you to go down a bad path. You have so much more to learn. This isn’t a good habit to form when you go to college.” It was then that I blew up on him.

“Hey at least I am going to college! Unlike a certain dumbass cop…” His eyes widened and I saw nothing but pure anger on his face,

"I was going to shorten your grounding sentence, but after that attitude not anymore!" He then slammed the door once again.

Trent texted me a bit later, asking if I was going to be able to go to Brittney’s homecoming party. Shit! I forgot about that! There was no way I was going to miss it so we devised a plan for me to sneak out.

The night arrived and I had my plan all set. Trent was going to call the cops on some other party to lure my dad away. When he leaves, Trent will come and pick me up and it's party time! I was in my room pretending to be bored, when right on schedule, my dad came in.

"I got another dumbass party to shut down so stay here, and don't even think about leaving this room. You're still grounded." He had a serious look in his eye.

"Sure sure. I'll be good," I said sarcastically. I looked out the window and as soon as his car was out of sight, I texted Trent. Within minutes he arrived. I quickly got dressed and he picked me up.

"Dude, you're either the bravest guy ever, or the stupidest."

"Hey, I won't stay too long. Just enough to see what it's like really. And then I'll be back in my room before he comes home."

The house was easily twice as packed as the last party, it was incredible. Brittney came down the stairs and approached me with a confused look on her face.

"Hey, wait I thought you were grounded or something. Aren't you afraid your dad is gonna come back? He better not."

"Nah, relax. He's doing some other stupid police work. I won't stay too long anyway."

"Allright, if you say so."

I went to the kitchen, like last time, to find an even bigger variety of drinks! Nobody else was in there so I thought I'd experiment myself this time. I picked up the shaker and started pouring drinks, even though I didn't know what the hell they were. But I didn't care! I'm just glad I was able to sneak away from my dad. I tried the drink and…well it was actually awful. Oh well. I headed to the dance floor and started showing off my moves. I could hear everyone cheering me on until I felt a bit faint. The last thing I remembered was falling over and a couple people looking at me concerned.

When I opened my eyes, I was outside in the dark. What happened? Was I that drunk and they kicked me out? I felt pretty normal though. I walked back up to the door. When I closed it, a draft flew in, which was especially cold on my head for some reason. I let out a deep breath and when I turned around, everyone was staring at me. But it wasn't the type of confused stare I expected; it was a terrified stare. The music stopped and it felt like they were staring into my soul.

"Uh, I'm ok now.” My voice sounded really weird. There was an awkward silence until someone shouted in the back.

"Well party's over…AGAIN!" As everyone started walking out, I noticed Brittney was yelling at someone on the floor.

"Nah, fuck you Garrett. You're not allowed here again. Get up!" Weird coincidence that there was a guy with the same name as me on the dance floor too. As the crowd cleared, I felt a chill down my back as I found “Garrett” looked exactly like me! He seemed to be unconscious. When I approached him and Brittney, she looked up at me…which was weird because we were the same height. Did she get shorter or something?

"Oh uh, he didn't get beat up or anything bad. Just had a few drinks I guess." She spoke so compliantly, unlike the normal way she gives me attitude with every sentence. I noticed the guy on the floor was wearing my clothes too. He didn't just look like me, he WAS me! Was he a clone or something? What's going on? A breeze came through the still-opened door and hit my head again. Why is it so cold up there? I touched the back of my head, and felt a smooth spot. What the fuck? I searched around for my hair…for ANY hair! But all I could find was a smooth bald head. It couldn't be…I looked down at myself and found I was wearing a police officer's uniform, complete with the badge and full utility belt. Brittney stared at me, concerned.

"Is uh everything all right, officer?" No no! Don't call me that!

"I uh, can I use your bathroom?"

"Uh yeah, it's up the stairs and to the left."

As I made my way up and through the hallway, I stared down at my hands, noticing eerily similar things - a wedding ring and a watch that looked exactly like the one my dad wore. I opened the bathroom door and quickly locked it. I gazed into the mirror to find my fears had come true. I turned into my dad!

I grabbed my cheeks and tried pinching them, to make sure it wasn't all a prank and I was just wearing a mask, but nope. I could feel it all. It was real. Fuck! I saw how smooth and shiny my head was; I knew he shaved his head every morning, but I didn't realize how smooth doing that actually made it. It's like a fuckin bowling ball. I hate this! I had long hair before and now it's just all gone! It was freezing up there! I hated cops, so it was really uncomfortable wearing an officer's uniform too.

"Hey are you ok in there?" It was Brittney. I faked a flush and washed my hands.

"Is Garrett still asleep?" It felt weird referring to myself in the 3rd person.

"Yeah he won't wake up."

"I'll just carry him to the car."

Brittany walked to the kitchen, probably to clean up the alcohol before I saw the amount of it. When I got to the living room, I found Marty standing there. He looked up when he approached me and pointed at me. 

“Hey you! What do you think you’re doing?” Shit. Does he know?! 

“I’m sorry I-” He turned his fake frown into a smile.

“Don’t be. Sometimes we just can’t let anything else come before our duty. Even me.” He leaned over to kiss me. What?! What’s going on? “I guess we’ll have to reschedule that date to some other time.”

A date? Does this mean the whole time, my dad was gay? And for Marty? Was the whole wedding ring thing a facade? Marty actually had one too so maybe they both did it to prevent a scandal within the police department or something? I snapped back to reality when I noticed Marty was still waiting for an answer.

“Uh yeah, sure. Of course!”

“Good! Let me know!” He rubbed my bald head. It was then that I started getting hard …my dad's cock was getting hard. Marty wasn’t my type though! But suddenly the thought of him was making me feel good. Is this because I'm in my dad's body or because he's flirting with me? 

I picked up..myself..off the dance floor and put him over my shoulder. I walked over to my dad's police car, and reached into my pocket for the keys to open it. I placed…myself inside, buckled him in, took my phone out of his pocket, and sat down in the driver's seat. I always hated my dad and hated cops in general but it felt pretty awesome actually sitting in the driver's seat of a police car. Like one of those movies where they have to steal one to save the world or something. The flashing lights were still on, but luckily I knew how to turn them off. I pressed the button and began driving home.

When I got home, I picked up my body once again, and carried him. It didn't really occur to me earlier, but if I'm in my dad's body, does this mean he's in my body? Fuck, I can't stand the thought of my dad going around embarrassing me in front of everyone! But he still hadn't woken up yet. What if whatever magical spell made us swap was keeping him asleep? But if he does wake up I need somewhere to put him at least. I walked upstairs and towards his room, and placed him on his own bed. I guess that'll do. I went over to my own room and plopped onto my bed, the pillow feeling extra comfy touching my bare head. I rubbed it again, actually kinda enjoying how it felt. Even though the body belongs to my dad, I'm still borrowing it right now. So I guess I have the freedom to touch myself anywhere. Not that I would want to go…down there. That's my dad's cock, gross! But I'm gonna need to jerk off eventually; I'm already feeling kinda horny now…but why? The thought of Marty crossed my mind and I suddenly was imagining him naked. Shit, not this again. He kinda was cute though, in like a lame cop kinda way. Man, I honestly wanna fuck him now.

At this point my cock was getting so stiff that I could barely take it. I started stripping, taking the heavy utility belt off first. Each garment came off until I was just in my dad's boxers.

I can't believe I was about to do this. I felt around my new dad bod, then peeled the underwear down to see my dad's cock. It was actually pretty big, maybe like 10 inches or so! So nasty…but I had to focus on the thought of Marty to stay hard. I took the underwear off so I was fully nude, laid down on my bed and started jerking it. I imagined Marty cornering me against the wall, kissing me until he grabbed my cock. He then got down on his knees and started sucking it until…I was pulled out of my fantasy and came. The white load shot all over my bed, much further than I could ever do in my body! After the climax wore off, I realized how gross it was that my dad's cum was all over my bed. But it felt so good! Actually, I have no clue how long I'm gonna be like this, or how long my dad is going to stay asleep so I could definitely take over his life for a bit. I'm not grounded anymore! Even better, I guess I'm a cop now so I have power and authority! I took my dad's phone - I mean MY phone - and called up Marty.

"Hey Marty, I have an idea…”

[electronicdelusionstarlight]

You know, I was just thinking about the UA entrance exam.

Specifically, how terribly designed it is, but not for the reason they seem to give in the story itself.

Like, here's how it is: Aizawa is shown criticising the UA Entrance Exam once, during the Sports Festival. And the ONE criticism he makes, is that the use of Robot enemies during the exam would disproportionately affect people whose Quirk work against biological opponents, essentially.

His one criticism, is that the exam is not designed to also cater to people like him, and that's it. The way therefore it's set up, it'd be logical to assume he'd ask for a restructuring to the exam to remove the Robots and substitute them with live enemies, possibly Ectoplasm clones.

This is never brought up again, aside from maybe a stealth bring up during the mid term exams when they switch the exam from fighting robots to fighting teachers.

The exam is, and I just got to it myself while watching this video about how Copaganda paints police training and the relative risk police officers face on the job, set up in a very specific environment:

An empty town, where what is essentially a murder spree is taking place. The ONLY entities in the place, outside of fellow examinee, are robots that have been literally designed to attack everyone on sight, and that need to be destroyed to pass. The points granted from saving people are hidden, so they can be more "genuine" of course, and are, ultimately, also part of the problem.

Because here's the fucking thing.

When the fuck is that ever going to happen.

When the fuck, is a superhero, after their 5 years of Hero training in high school, then entering the work force without a need for a decree in higher education, ever going to find themselves in an environment where they can use LETHAL FORCE on civilian targets? With no restraint or care for collateral damage?

And where they are ENCOURAGED to kill as many criminals as they can, and NOT collaborate with other heroes? Because that's another thing, you need to steal points from other people to pass, by culling the number of limited robots, much like heroes are paid by the arrest and by popularity.

You do understand how fucked up that starts to sound right? The other, the enemy, is reduced as a caricature Droid from star wars, there only to kill and destroy, and against whom your only TWO methods of defeat are outright destruction or sneak attacks on their off buttons.

And here's the cherry on the shit too, because, AGAIN, when is that EVER going to be the case?

Do you know how many heroes show up in the first villain attack in BNHA?

Five.

Two are engaging a purse snatcher, three are doing crowd control, the Slime Villain, who may I remind you was guilty of robbery at a convenience store before he got the hostage, gets THE NUMBER ONE HERO, as well as those same FIVE heroes involved, of which only BACKDRAFT is actually doing anything.

Now, imagine you are a hero school, and you produce 40 heroes a year, just like every other hero school out there. How many of those heroes will see active duty, if the rate of crimes demand FIVE heroes to react to ONE criminal?

And people will say "but EDS, this mentality is later rewarded when All Might retires and it all falls to shit," Except NOT REALLY, because that's an externally forced situation caused by, and I can't stress this enough, a hundreds of yeas old NEET boomer who read too many Doctor Doom comics as a kid and decided to become a supervillain, the riots, the open air warfare, is only caused by AFO forcing the hand and inciting popular unrest, which is an unrealistic thing to expect off any society.

In one of the movies, Class 1-A is sent to open an hero agency on a small island with barely a village on it. 20 Heroes. Until the movie truly picks up, the best they do is help kittens from trees, and Bakugou, the sort of person for whom the Entrance Exam was designed, is useless, left in his tent like Achilles, the perfect cowboy cop who peeked in highschool and didn't realize just how much paperwork and dead time his dream job actually entailed.

So that's the ACTUAL Issue with the entrance exam. It take no account for any other mean to beat the robots but brute force, it takes no account for collateral damage, or the sanctity of life of your opponents, and it tests nothing but how good at ending lives you are.

Which is a problem when you're picking future heroes.

[joesanrio]

Such a Loser | R.R

Summary: After the MITB match, Joe’s entire demeanor seemed off which wasn’t expected after the weeks worth of planning and working for the match itself.

Pairings: Joe Anoa’i {Roman Reigns} x Nova (OC) || established relationship

Warnings: Stubbornness, Pet names, Random attitude, One-sided arguements, Strong language, kissing, fingering, slapping, grabbing face, praise and degrading, p in v, cockwarming, Cuddling, Love bombs

Rating: 18+

A/N: I was panicking the whole time watching it, bcs I was rooting for the Usos but I felt like they might trick me and have Solo and Roman win anyway…

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The car ride silent as Joe sits beside me dozing off, not surprising since today was probably the longest and most anticipated day of his life. His performance was amazing especially the aftermath of the match, even leaving me wondering what’s going to happen next. There was something wrong though, after the match his entire demeanor just shifted into this dull and forceful manner.

“I’m so proud.” I whisper as I play with his wedding band before looking out the window myself, “I’m glad.” He mumbles back with a small smile. The driver enters the hotel parking lot causing me to grab my purse and get ready to exit, with the driver finally parking the car we get out and I help with one of Joe’s bag. “Don’t do that, I got it.” He shakes his head before taking the bag away and throwing it over his shoulder.

Entering the hotel, we head straight towards the elevator as the silence overtakes our surroundings due to it being late at night. “What’s wrong?” I question after his exaggerated sigh, causing him to roll his eyes. “Nothing.” He snaps randomly, at least before he was nicer, my lips form a line as I nod slowly while looking away.

The elevator after taking it’s sweet time, arrives on our floor allowing me to leave that awkward silence. Grabbing the key from my purse as we head down the never-ending hallway, I look back to see Joe clearly struggling with his suitcase wheels. “I’ll help.” I hold back a laugh at his irritated expression, grabbing the suitcase it immediately rolls with ease and so does his eyes. “You know I got you baby.” I try to joke, though at this moment I’m the only one who finds it even a bit funny.

Making it to the room, I scan the card as it lets us in to our suite. Joe immediately heads to the bedroom, “Baby…” I call after him as I enter the room myself and seeing his drained expression. “Not now.” He grunts while tossing his bag into the corner, going silent soon after as I don’t know how to respond. I decide that maybe running us a shower could help, so I go to the bathroom.

“Really Novs? What did you do today that made you so utterly exhausted and sweaty that you need to shower?” He spoke abruptly, I look at the door which he’s standing at shirtless. “It was for both of us, I thought I would be nice.” I smile ignoring his rudeness while turning towards him completely, his face immediately lightening from the distasteful look he was giving. He leaves without saying anything else, I’m assuming to get ready for the shower.

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After the shower, I finally got Joe to open up to me about what was bothering him. What I wasn’t expecting was the fact that he was going to rant for 2 hours straight about it.

“I understand.” I say tiredly as Joe is on his rant about his lost at MITB, as amazing as the guys performed he was more bothered about the crowd. “Baby you’ve seen and heard worse things.” I sigh as he throws himself back down onto the couch, “Don’t break this couch.” I warn as he sat up properly and fixed the pillow on the other side of him.

“Imagine just trying to give the best performance of your life to people who can’t even focus on it because they’re too busy yelling ‘Fuck you’!” Joe stresses as he clenches his teeth together, I go to hug him but he moves away. “Well what would you like me to do?” I force a smile even though I’m sick of his attitude, “Nothing! I just need you to listen.” He exclaims. That sends me in a frenzy because that’s all I’ve been doing for 2 hours!

I roll my eyes at him before leaving the living room, and heading to the bedroom to get away from his shenanigans. “Baby Really? I ask one thing and you walk off.” He says loud enough for me to hear in the room, “I’m sorry.” I shrug knowing he can’t see me. Sliding off my slides, I get into the comfy sheets hoping he’ll get the gist. I can hear his heavy foot steps coming towards the door, “Come lay down, you’re getting red.” I open my arms for him to join me.

Hearing his deep sigh and his movement towards the bed, I smile in a small victory. I watch him as he fixes his shorts, remembering there’s nothing underneath I got a plan. “They probably did it because you’re so hot when you’re angry.” I smile seductively as I roll over onto my stomach while he gets into the bed. “Oh really?” He mumbles before looking at me, I hum as I cuddle up into him with my leg tossed over his hips.

His hands quickly grab onto my waist and ass, rubbing so gently across my skin. “I think you did phenomenal. You looked so tough, sexy, and serious.” I bite my lip unintentionally thinking back at the visuals he was giving during the match. I push myself onto his hips with my hands resting along his bare chest, “But you lost…” I tease as I roll along his slowly hardening cock.

He grunts as his hands reach up to my hips, I smirk at his reaction. “Are you actually mad at the crowd or are you just being a sore loser?” He glares up at me after my comment while his hands grip my hips roughly, a small whimper coming from my throat at the action. I tilt forward as our faces become close and I can feel his harsh breaths, I smile before squishing his cheeks with my hand and placing a kiss onto his pink lips.

Immediately he kissed back only with more passion, I let go of his face as his tongue entered the kiss. “So sweet.” He smiles against my lips, I giggle remembering the vanilla and coconut chapstick I put on. Pulling away from the kiss, I admire his face seeing the small scratch by his chin. “They got you pretty good.” I say pointing to the minuscule mark, he rolls his eyes playfully before pulling me back down onto his lips.

His hands finding their way onto my ass while my hips continues grinding against his, feeling him fully hard underneath me. “Fuck.” He grunts against my lips nicely before throwing his head back, I sit up and remove my top. I moan quietly as one of his hands leave my ass to squeeze my boob, “So pretty.” He smirks at my reaction.

Joe flipping us over to my dismay, sitting back on his heels as he pulls my bottoms off with a surprise of nothing under. “You were planning this huh?” He teases as he throws my bottoms somewhere in the room, I look away from his intense stare as he waits for an answer. “Answer me.” He grabs my face to make eye contact again, I nod but it doesn’t please him. “Words, come on you know better.” His words immediately creating arousal to drip from my entrance. “Yeah, more of hoping.” I wink as he smiles.

His long fingers make their way to my pussy as they slide between my slit, rubbing around my clit and back down to the entrance. “You’re soaked… you got a thing for losers?” He tilts his head teasingly, I nod eagerly as his other hand comes back to my boobs and plays delicately with the nipples. The once silent room was now noisy with the sounds of my moans, and his soft grunts.

His fingers entering my entrance smoothly and filling me up, “Oh my… god!” I squeal as he starts a ruthless pace. He smirks as the wet sounds from my pussy fills the room, going to grab his wrist, his other hand interferes. “What’s wrong? You were hoping for this.” His deep voice enters my ears as he bends down to kiss my neck, though nothing but moans can come from me in response.

“Wait- I’m going to cum.” I gasp as the feeling builds up in my stomach, his fingers going even faster though I didn’t think it was possible. “It’s too much!” My eyes squeeze shut as I cum onto his fingers, “Look at me.” He demands as he removes his fingers gently. Opening my eyes, the sight of him sucking the cum off his fingers made me immediately want to cover my face in embarrassment.

“You think you can cum again?” He questions knowing the answer to that, he pulls out his hard cock causing it to slap against his pelvis. The tip was dripping precum as it was swollen and red, he leans down before rubbing against my drenched lips. “Damn baby.” He groans as his hips falter at the feeling, I hum as I pull him into a quick kiss.

Already breathless, he positions himself at my entrance before entering slowly due to his large size. He throws his head back making his neck come to full display, sitting up a bit I suck a small hickey on the side of his adams apple. “Your pussy is so good.” He chuckles as he starts a slow place, enjoying the feeling of me stretching around his cock. Joe pushes one of my legs up from underneath the knee allowing him to a different angle.

Moans just flowing from my mouth uncontrollably, “I literally love you so much. So so much!” My head falling back onto the pillow as I can no longer take looking at where him and I are connected, he lets out a breathy chuckle as he begins pounding into me. Slapping noises being heard throughout the room as well as the sound of the headboard hitting the wall. “I love you.” He says happily, his other hand holding onto my hip.

“Look at your tits just bouncing, I’m fucking you so good huh?” He smirks while slapping my bouncing boobs creating a shock to flow through my body. “You’re amazing! It’s so good.” I whine out as he lets go of my thigh and brings my hand to hold it instead. Doing the same for my other thigh, he’s practically pounding me into the mattress considering every time he comes down my body jolts from impact. “You just love losers, look at you creaming all over one.” He grabs my face roughly to look at him.

Hair falling over his face, forehead glistening with sweat. “So pathetic, don’t you think?” He degrades me and I love it, a small pout forms on my lips causing him to come down a kiss them. Moaning against his lips, his hand lets go of my face and goes down to my clit to rub fast circles. Unintentionally clenching on his pounding cock, I can feel him twitch inside of me.

“Mm’gonna cum?” I tease after he pulls away from my lips hesitantly, he nods shameless as his hands fall right beside my head to hold himself up. Biceps on full display as I’m caged in by his body, “Cum in me. Please cum.” I beg as his eyes start fluttering closed and mouth falling open. “Shit… oh I’m gonna cum.” He moans while his head drops, I can feel the warm ropes of his cum coat my walls as he breathes hard above me. “Oh yes.” I moan as I cum at the overstimulating feeling of his orgasm.

He drops his body gently onto mine as he stays inside, “You’re going to be pregnant after this.” He mumbles. My hands leave my thighs as they hold him close to me, resting on his back and tracing little shapes. “That’s totally fine.” I smile as I kiss his shoulder happily.

[orangeinecstasy]

one word ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟrobert keating

✧: part two

paring: robert x fem!oc

summery: some times luck is on your side, and kate just happens to find this out after her show.

a/n: hey everyone! so i originally uploaded these to wattpad, but i wanted to have a bit of a platform change. please let me know what you guys think. my requests are currently open so pleas feel free to send in an idea you have. enjoy!

wc: > 1k

*reblogs, likes, and feedback are greatly appreciated!!

My ears ring as I feel the final vibrations of our last song melt from my drumsticks down into my arms. It's like I'm on another planet. Then, as my breath steadies, my vision becomes clearer.

I stand, walking to the front of the stage and slipping my sticks into the back pocket of my baggy jeans before taking my band members' hands into my own. Yes, we recognize that this is slightly fancier, but the girls and I have always done it. Letting the energy between us flow as we bow. Once our hands unclasp, my smile grows more prominent as I reach into my back pocket, splitting my sticks from their usual pair and throwing them to the people closest in the crowd. Finally, my fingertips touch my lips as I give the crowd a 'goodbye kiss' before I finally exit the stage.

"Tonight was fucking amazing!" Willow, the band's bassist, says as she throws herself on the couch, hands pushing her hair back as a small chuckle leaves her lips. Kira, our lead singer, takes Willow's and I's hands as she speaks, "Yeah, who knew that so many people would want to see four girls going by The Honeysuckles. I'm so proud of us."

Ahh, The Honeysuckles. My band. My first love. I remember when the three of us picked out that name. We were sixteen, determined to become a band. To make it. We would always ramble, bad name after bad name until we ended on The Honeysuckles. It's so funny how one word can significantly impact your life—one silly little word.

"I say it's time to go out for drinks!" Fawn, our final member and lead guitarist, says as she sets her guitar in its case.

The rest of us nod in agreement as we pack our things. It was always a band tradition for us to go out after a good show. So once we were all packed up, we headed out to a nearby pub.

It was a beautiful early spring night in Dublin. The cobblestone streets were wet with dew. Our boots gently clicked down it, music and chatter spilling out of restaurants dotted along the street. After a couple of minutes of walking, we finally reached the pub.

"I'll go get us some drinks if you guys find a table," I yell slightly, having to talk over the crowd's chatter already in the small pub. The girls nod, saying a quick "see you soon" before splitting off from me.

Slipping my jacket off, I walk up to the bar, turning my horseshoe ring located on my pinky finger. It was a nervous habit I had picked up once I started wearing it. However, there was something about it that always seemed to make me feel comforted - even in the most stressful situations.

After a moment, the bartender approached me, "Four Guinness, please," I smiled, still twisting my ring. Once they stepped away to fill my order, I looked around, trying to fill the time between waiting and being able to get drunk. That's when something caught my eye. A hand sat next to me on the counter with a similar yet slightly larger horseshoe ring on their pinky finger.

"Holy shit!" laughing to myself, I gently tap the person's shoulder. Once they turned around, I was met with the most piercing blue eyes I have ever seen that put me in a slight trance that the other had to snap me out of.

"Uh, yeah?" he says, blue eyes staring intensely into mine, his hand with the horseshoe ring now wrapped around his dark, half-empty glass of Guinness.

"Oh, sorry," a nervous chuckle slipped through my berry-stained lips. "I just wanted to say that you have good taste" As I speak, I hold up my hand, showing the blue-eyed boy my almost matching ring. "Oh my fucking god, that's crazy!" laughing, he holds his hand next to mine, eyes darting between the two rings. "I never would've thought I'd meet someone with the same ring as me." He smiles, eyes meeting mine once again as a gentle flush presents itself on his cheeks. "Hey, Great minds think alike! I'm Kate. It's nice to meet you" I hold out my ring hand, which he takes in his own, shaking it gently.

"Robert," he smiles.

It's so interesting how one word can impact your life—one silly little word.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Changing Currents Ch. 2 Sneak peek

Oh this chapter is gonna be a beefy boy, enjoy a sneak peek because I can't help myself.

Toga, Kenji, and Jin are excited for the party, which means that they are more than happy to take Dabi under their care and bring him along the reef to one of the smaller spires. This one is particularly well-suited for reef-wide revelry, built over years by their sorcerers carefully carving out the rock. It looks the same as the other sharp spires along their reef, with sharp walls high enough to hide that inside it has been carefully hollowed out. There are levels going through it, until at the top, there is a large pool in the stone for those more comfortable in the water, but with plenty of room around the edges for a fire to be lit and for tables of food and drink to be brought for their indulgence. The ship that Toga and her school sunk was more than stocked enough to bring them the means for them to have four or five more large-scale celebrations which he can't say that he's exactly looking forward to. 

Parties, open to all of the reef, are just excuses for people to come and try to ply him with alcohol to earn favors or make requests. Or try to seduce him. Make no mistake, Yotsubashi is a strong community organizer and he could really have no one finer in charge of their supplies, but he does not want to get romantically involved with him, even well before Dabi was pulled in by the tide. At least when his father is here there are less Folk trying to pull his attention to get this or that without going through the appropriate channels. At least Shuichi is as uncomfortable in these large crowds as he is and usually will stay nearby to help him out of conversations that he doesn't want to engage in. Atsuhiro also does a good job of distracting, and honestly if Tomura wasn't well aware of how sharp his mind is, he would wonder why he didn't become a bard himself with how he loves to entertain and perform. 

He watches Dabi as he's pulled onto the dance floor, Kenji and Atsuhiro quickly surmised that he's more comfortable moving on the land than through the water and showing him how to move along with the music and dance. Like with everything else that he has been shown, Dabi adapts rapidly. He learns that the other two are moving to the rhythm and he watches what others do around him. He has a sharp mind himself, able to watch and build his skills based on the new information he takes in. He dances, holding Kenji or Atsuhiro's hands as they pull him in and out, as they spin him around between the two of them, for a while, but soon he's laughing and smiling, dancing between stone and water to his friends. Their friends. He has been told in no uncertain terms that if he does not do right by Dabi all of his companions will be very cross with him. 

He sees Toga and Kenji pull him over to one of the tables, picking up three different bottles and a goblet and thinks that he should probably save his lover before he ends up with an awful hangover, he's stopped as a familiar and unwelcome voice at his shoulder. 

"Your Highness," 

He schools his expression into one of disinterest rather than disgust as he turns to the shrimp. "Chisaki." He greets carefully. 

The other Folk bows just enough for it not to be considered an insult before straightening up without being given permission. "I trust that you're doing well this evening?" 

"Very well. The sirens more than deserve the revelry after their hard work these past few months. Their bounty has brought good tidings to us all." 

"That's true," but he doesn't give a fuck about that. "Though speaking of bounties, it could be favorable to look to the future, could it not?"

Here it comes, "I hope," he lets some of his annoyance slip through. "That you aren't attempting to suggest an idea that would infringe on our neighbor's territory and bring us to war. An idea," he stresses as he sees the other Folk start to open his mouth, "that was dissuaded by your late father, the King, and myself on multiple occasions." 

"An idea that was unrefined," he says smoothly, though he sees his pincer twitch slightly. "But one that I took the criticisms of and used to create a better one. This kingdom could stretch across this entire reef--" 

"It will not." He says putting a bit more force behind his tone. "Our people flourish because we maintain our territory carefully. We keep our reef in balance. Extending our reach in a war that will kill our people for land and resources we don't need is misguided at best and entirely foolhardy at worst." He turns from the other Folk, looking to see where his friends have taken his mate. "We will not be discussing another one of your proposals again, Chisaki. Good evening." It's not often that he uses his status as the prince to end a conversation so bluntly. He's usually more tactful, but neither he nor his father are really interested in war. Not now. Though he would, on a very personal and petty level, like to destroy Hollow Barrier for what they've done to Dabi. But he doubts his mate would actually appreciate that sentiment and he is not going to risk the lives of his people to take revenge that doesn't belong to him in the first place. 

He doesn't look back to see if Chisaki is seething, if he rejoins the party or if he departs to sulk, it doesn't matter much to him. Not a surprise though when Shuichi comes up to his other side to check in, "Should I have Jin's people make more patrols near his district?"

"Yes. He's getting more discontent, I would rather know sooner than later if he decides to do something as foolish as attempt a coup." He considers for another moment. "Coordinate with Toga as well, I want to know if any of her school have made their way to his area and anything they might have seen. If anyone can supply evidence of his treason, they will have the pick of his innards." 

"He really pissed you off tonight, huh?" 

"I'm tired of him nipping at my limbs. No matter the service that his father provided mine, that does not make him above or equal to the crown. He will learn to bow or I will have him broken." 

"And you're sure you're not just extra pissy that he distracted you from making sure that Kenji and Toga don't get your boyfriend drunk?" He would normally have let that go, for as frustrated as he is with Chisaki and his lack of respect, there is a difference between him and his lieutenants. The circle of friends and community leaders that he has relied on to ensure that each part of his kingdom works harmoniously together. Friends he trusts to do their jobs well and professionally, but who are his friends when they aren't working. But there is an edge in Shuichi's voice that gives him pause now. The lizardfolk must have heard it too because he winces slightly, looking for all the world like he wants Tomura to ignore it. 

"What is it?" And he comes to a full stop, giving a glance at the other Folk around them and very quickly having a section all to themselves to talk. 

"...So you're just gonna kidnap him?" 

Tomura feels a frown tug at his lips, his friend not meeting his eyes. "Is that what you feel we did to you? You know that if you want to leave, we'll find a way to get you home." 

Shuichi runs a hand through his hair. "That's not what I meant. I was a slave on that ship, I was sold by my family. This is the best place I could have found myself. But I don't want to leave. What about him? Just cause he likes it here doesn't mean he's gonna want to stay forever. Doesn't he have family he actually cares about?" He finally meets his eyes again. "I don't mean to overstep, but what happens if he gets homesick? Are you really just gonna let him come and go as he pleases, knowing that he's going back there to starve? And what happens to him? If his people find out where he's been going, who he's mated to, what he's been eating?" He huffs a breath, bubbles billowing out of his snout. "I'm glad you're happy, I am, but you're normally more level-headed about stuff than this, Shig. If you really want to spend your life with him then it might be time for the honeymoon phase to end and for you two to have a serious conversation about this." 

He pauses, mulling over the words before he speaks. Friends who keep him grounded and focused where his father encourages his whims and passions with a single mindedness. "We haven't even had the honeymoon yet." He says somewhat mournfully. 

Shuichi snorts. "Yeah we know, he would have been more black and blue if you had." 

He's well within his rights to smack him across the back of his head with a tentacle. But he does take what he said to heart. "You're right. We have been having some of these conversations, but not all of them." And they should. He would like to know where they stand on this before his father returns and he has no idea how soon or far that might be. "I do appreciate the concern. Though this isn't something I thought you would be interested in discussing with me." 

"Oh, trust me, I would have much rather not, but the rest of them are hopeless romantics. Atsuhiro said that every first love should be a whirlwind, but you don't do things without commitment anymore. Figured someone should check in that you're thinking about what that looks like long-term." He leans against the edge of the stone lip, "Besides, we like the guy. Can't have you fucking it up." 

"I'm sorry am I claiming him or are you all?" 

"Eh, you belong to us and he does too if he decides to stay, and we get to decide if you two are better together or apart. Watch out, Kenji thinks he's a cutie." 

"I hate you all, you're insufferable. Tell Jin to put his people on Chisaki's territory." 

"Yes, Your Highness." Shuichi takes the dismissal with far less frustration than they began the conversation with and departs to find the starfish. 

Tomura doesn't watch him go. He is more interested in getting over to Dabi as quickly as possible as he sees Kenji pouring his cup full and Dabi eagerly bringing it to his lips. Oh no. He weaves his way through the crowd and swims up to the edge of the pool at Toga's side. 

"How many has he had?" 

"Tomura!" Dabi immediately starts purring, choosing to kneel down against the stone so he can lean in and unabashedly nuzzle their noses together as his purrs get even louder. "Where did you go? I missed you. Will you dance with me?" 

"We let him try the rum and the gin--" 

"Blech," His mate immediately sticks out his tongue like a guppy and Tomura thinks he's going to perish from how cute he looks like that. 

Kenji snickers, "Yeah, he didn't like those, but he is partial to the whisky and red wine." 

He sees his lover start to look for his goblet again when he hears the names of the drinks. He uses a tentacle to take it from the stones and shove it into Toga's hands. She, at least, can hold her liquor. "How partial?"

Dabi makes the saddest little chirp at him. "'on't talk around me. I'm here. I'm not small," And there's a slight tremble in his voice that breaks his heart. He catches his mate's face between his palms and purrs back at him softly. 

"You're right, I'm sorry, sweetheart. Do you remember how many drinks you've had?" 

"...No. Can I have another?" He looks up at Kenji and oh, he is going to let Dabi kill her for the hangover he's going to be suffering in the morning. 

"I thought you wanted to dance with me?" He distracts before Kenji can enable him. 

Dabi brightens immediately, "Can we?" 

"Of course we can, precious." He coaxes Dabi back into the water, he is absolutely not dexterous enough to move on the stone with any kind of coordination, and his mate comes with him eagerly. He does glare at his friends over his shoulder, slashing a tentacle through the air to tell them very firmly that Dabi is cut off for the rest of the night. He has no idea how the other Folk will react to the alcohol and he would much rather not have his first experience drinking end with him needing to see Shuichi for healing. 

He's never been one for dancing, but it lights Dabi up the same way he'd first seen when he'd started being able to catch his own fish. A joy fills him up behind his skin that makes Tomura achingly aware of just how empty he looked when they'd first met. His chest aches as he twirls Dabi through the water and his mate laughs loud and bright, blue eyes shining with his glee. He seems so much happier here. 

But Shuichi is right. No matter the abysmal relationship with his father, the strained one with his youngest brother and sister, he loves his mother and other brother. He wants them safe and thriving. If Dabi disappears, then he'll be presumed dead. His food rations will stop going to their home, stop going to his mother. He won't want her to starve. He wonders if he would bring her here. He would happily open their home to her. But that's something they have to talk about. There is so much that they have to discuss. 

Dabi spins into his arms and gives him a messy, happy kiss before he's darting away again, moving like his body isn't sure if they're playing or dancing. But that's all things that can come tomorrow. Or maybe the day after, given how relentless he's sure his hangover will be in the morning. 

[statementlou]

i’m sorry to bring this up again, but i wanted to ask how are you making sense of harry having his former girlfriend’s name tattooed on his thigh if you don’t think they were really together? i’m not a larrie and i follow you for your louis content, but i respect your opinions, so i guess i’m coming more from a place of curiosity rather than seeking reassurance. do you not even entertain for one second the idea that you might’ve been wrong about things? that harry was really in a relationship with olivia? that he might actually be attracted to women? that he might’ve been with louis once upon a time but not anymore? have you ever challenged your confirmation bias? again, i’m not trying to attack you, i really just want to understand where you stand. i hope u don’t take this the wrong way.

well first of all you bring up the very good point that there are actually multiple Qs at play and not just one, despite the fandom's (and my) attempts to simplify things. I personally am open to the possibility that Harry and Louis are no longer together- we don't have enough info to say for sure either way about that, and I am constantly recalibrating and considering and I'm going to be totally honest, getting flat out ANNOYED at how often I find myself being like oh damn they ARE still (or again) together ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? Because it seems so improbable and illogical! You think I don't KNOW I sound fucking crazy?! Absolutely infuriating, and yet there are just all these little Things all the time. Plus ofc the fact that they both constantly wink wink larrie stuff to the fandom which could just be playing to the crowd... except then they both continually take it that little extra way that makes me go oh but... you really didn't NEED to go THERE that seems VERY pointed?? But also sometimes I go well. Okay, maybe not. Since they both seem super happy at this point, it doesn't stress me out to think they might have split, the way it would if they seemed miserable and were still churning out heartbreak songs, but it's schrodingers relationship and with all the savvy they've acquired around this stuff and all the balls they're keeping in the air wrt to fandom etc that's unlikely to change in favor of us knowing anything for sure for a very long time, if ever. But I do not doubt that they WERE together, it's simply not realistic. The evidence of it is overwhelming and imo undeniable when taken all together. And the thing is that knowing one thing with certainty (that they were together back when), having really looked at the things that happened during that time, does actually have a lot of bearing on the rest of it even if they aren't together anymore. Because knowing that and having seen the way fake relationships to make them seem straight were managed back then means that when I see the EXACT SAME things being done in the current day, like they are working from a fucking blueprint, no, I don't look at that and think it might be real. I know that Louis and Eleanor wasn't real in... whenever they allegedly got together lol, that story still isn't even quite straight, so why would I believe they were together in 2020? And if I know Louis has a tattoo for a fake girlfriend why would it change my mind about a million things I can see with my own eyes if Harry did the same (if indeed he even has who tf knows)? So despite what I said at the beginning, in the end it kind of does just come down to the one question people are always asking, are you a larrie? Because when you've actually been down the rabbit hole of details that ends up with you saying yes to that question, it's like acquiring a rosetta stone that unlocks the ability to read everything else, like putting on xray glasses, and I look at what is so obviously a publicity relationship (holivia) and whether H and L are still together has nothing to do with why I don't think it's real. Like could a celeb relationship be both used in typical ways for publicity and be or become real on some level (looking at you Liam, heyyy), sure, but for this question the fact that I have never seen Harry show the slightest sign of attraction to a woman in his whole life and he so clearly embraces and identifies so strongly with gay male culture in every possible way and never shuts up about how much he loves cock does play into my thinking; I simply do not think he is attracted to women, no, and I have yet to see him do anything that doesn't seem consistent with things a closeted pop star might chose to do. So in conclusion yes I have challenged my bias and decided I'm right lol! But for real- all the time I consider that they perhaps aren't together but that isn't really the point when it comes to believing they are gay.

[soapier]

when it rains, it pours *ੈ✩‧₊˚ jschlatt, ted nivison

002. whatever.

link to 001. welcome back, slut!

constance mcmahon

today's the day of the party, and connie couldn't be more excited. she'd already picked out her outfit, invited her friends, and helped clean and decorate; all there's left to do is get ready, pregame and wait for people to show up.

she leaned forward, already cross-legged on the bathroom counter, tweezers poised to snag any loose eyebrow hairs she could pick out. music played off her speaker, and she could hear ted humming along to it in the shower. pausing for a sip of the rather heavy-handed jack and coke schlatt had made for her (quite the bartender!), she heard her phone buzz.

dayna:

what are u wearing tn?

connie:

jeans n a little green top, nothing special

do yk if hasan's coming tn? he never confirmed

dayna:

no clue

buuut i'll see u later!!!

with a groan of annoyance, connie threw her head back before continuing the attack on her eyebrows. the shower stopped and she watched as ted's hand snaked out to grab his towel, before emerging with it around his waist.

"what was that for?" he shot her a look, stealing a sip of her drink as she explained. "i, like, really want hasan to come tonight, because i think he's really cute, or whatever, but also don't say anything or i'll kill myself, but he like, he hasn't told me if he's coming and if i shaved for nothing i'm gonna be pissed!"

"someone got over alex fast," there was a tinge of annoyance, almost judgement in his voice, and he was suddenly stone-faced, fixing his hair in the mirror beside her. connie couldn't help but drag her eyes down his torso, noticing the dangerously low towel, before snapping out of it and defending herself.

"listen, i know you think it's just a stupid girl thing," ted simply hummed in response, " but i do think he's cute, and while i don't want a relationship yet, i think he's sweet, and i'd let him hit, but not with this lack of communication."

"do whatever you think is best, cons," ted gave up on his hair, adding, "but i just don't think he's good enough for you. if you asked schlatt, i bet he'd say the same thing."

he closed the door behind him, leaving connie alone in the steamy bathroom, wondering just what the fuck that was about. ted's never acted like that before, especially not towards her. maybe he's just stressed about the party? whatever.

but ted not thinking hasan's good enough for her?  is he her fucking dad? and schlatt agreeing, too, thats weird. she's fairly certain he would literally sell her off for the right price. she (finally) understood their distaste for alex, but isn't hasan their friend? connie didn't get it, and chose to simply focus on her makeup in the wake of his comment.

ੈ✩‧₊˚

the three roommates gathered at the folding table set up in their cramped living room, preparing to take a couple of shots before people started arriving.

"bro, why does it have to be tequila?" connie whined, shooting schlatt a dirty look. "because this is all that ted likes, so unless you'd like to shotgun a beer right now, i'd keep that pretty mouth of yours shut."

with that, the three raised their glasses to their lips in a race of who could get it down first, schlatt making fun of ted and connie's disgusted faces afterwards.

"fucking nasty!" connie complained, reaching for the seltzer she was using as a chaser. "don't be a baby, connie," ted told her, stealing a sip from yet another one of her drinks.

just as he finished, there was a knock at the door, signifying that the first of their guests had arrived.

"charlie!" connie squealed, darting over to greet the blonde man. though the two weren't particularly close, neither of them were super fond of crowds, meaning that they tended to spend a lot of time together at parties, at least when her ex-boyfriend wasn't around.

"conman!" the silly nickname never failed to make her smile. "no alex, tonight?" he sounded hopeful.

"even better," connie started, confusion creeping into charlies face. "no alex, ever."

charlie grinned and congratulated her. "are you a hugger? can i hug you? i am so happy for you, connie."

they shared a quick embrace, before charlie added, "i'm sorry if that was insensitive, it's just... that guy was a total dick!"

"so i've heard," connie laughed. "schlatt and ted shared the general consensus on him when i broke the news the other day."

she followed charlie to the sofa that had been shoved to the far side of the living room, catching one another up on their summers as more and more people filed in. once she was about five drinks deep, connie realized that she needed to go plug in her computer so it wouldn't die on aux, and excused herself from the conversation.

a friend of schlatt's, cooper, was tooling around with the queue from her laptop, not that she minded, it took the pressure off of her. they talked briefly, and she drunkenly giggled at a joke he made. connie ensured that her laptop was charging, and then spun on her heel, intending to grab herself another drink.

intending to.

instead, she walked straight into hasan.

"oh! hey, connie," he grinned, a hand finding the small of her back. "funny seeing you here."

"hilarious," she blew her bangs out of her face, shifting her weight towards him. "when did you get here? are you having fun?"

he guided her out of the kitchen, grabbing them both a can on the way. she read it, keystone light. ew. she looked up, eyes trailing a sharp jaw and broad shoulders, suddenly very aware of the arm gently wrapped around her torso.

a rap song played from the speakers on the counter, and connie wracked her brain for the name, anything to distract herself from either oogling hasan or being too forward. gotta play it cool, cons. be chill. she took a sip of the beer, making a face. it's definitely kanye, she concluded.

they joined the crowd in the living room, connie picking out familiar faces to ground herself. she saw schlatt dancing with her best friend in the corner, nothing too close, but close enough for her to take note. she saw ted in the corner with charlie, the two chatting animatedly.

connie felt hasan take her hand and spin her playfully as the chorus of "promiscuous" played throughout the house.

"i heard about you and alex," he said, leaning down so that she could hear over the noise. "if you need to talk, i'm always here."

connie felt her face heat up, his breath warm against her ear. "oh, thanks," she said, locking eyes with him, cheeks flushed red.

the pair danced for a while, before connie asked if hasan wanted to go for a smoke with her. agreeing, he grabbed her hand as she lead him up the stairs towards her bedroom.

halfway up, connie looked back to check in on hasan, or maybe she just wanted an excuse to look at him, but instead locked eyes with a cold-faced schlatt at the base of the stairs. breaking his stare, she watched as he walked off, and led hasan to her room, closing the door behind them.

"oh, feel free to sit down!" she gestured to her room rather grandly, giggling to herself as she got ready to roll. he took a seat right next to her on the bed, thighs touching as he watched her work.

"damn," connie hissed, "this is a lot harder when i'm drunk." she fumbled the paper again, dropping her project onto the tray.

she watched hasan's hand intently as he took the tray from her lap and set it aside. "we can try that again later?" he asked, brown eyes meeting hers. she felt his hand meet her jaw, guiding her up sweetly.

his lips met hers for possibly the hungriest kiss she'd ever felt. oh, she thought, this was way easier than i thought. melting into the moment, she almost didn't notice the banging on her door.

"connie!" she barely registered the voice calling her name from the other side of the door, pulling away from hasan for barely a second before her door bust open.

"connie!" schlatt's frame loomed large in the door frame.

"schlatt, what the fuck?" she slurred, feeling hasan take his hand out of her shirt.

"yeah, man, we're kind of busy here," hasan rubbed the back of his neck, clearly less than pleased with the situation.

schlatt sighed, saying, "hasan, you should go downstairs." he took a few steps forward to allow space for hasan to pass by, except for the fact that he's made no effort to get off of her bed. connie looked between the two, slightly slack-jawed, and utterly humiliated with the pissing contest taking place in her room.

"i said to fuckin' go downstairs!" there was a grit in his voice, and a couple more steps towards the pair.

clearing her throat, connie began to speak, "hasan, i'll catch up to you later, okay?" she searched his face for any sign of emotion, eyes pleading with him to just go, to avoid the fight that is clearly brewing.

with one more quick peck to her lips, he stood and promised to find her in a bit. connie watched him slink out of the room, schlatt closing the door behind him.

[lolitastories]

GHOST

Javier Pena x Reader

Chapter 4

The day I got into the vehicle with those guys I thought it was my last day on earth. It was stupid to have Pena waiting incase they took me to some remote place to drop my body. I bang my head thinking about it in the car. Thankfully I was actually going back to my work place. I set up the phone I was speaking with a trusted member of the cartel. They told me Escobar would be traveling back to Colombia from Panama. To move some money around because they would have to pay people. I connected the dots knowing well enough that they would be coming back for war.

“He wouldn’t start a war now” Diego cleans his glasses and refills my cups. “He missed home, to soon to start something”

“Tell that to the money he is moving around. That is not the strategy of someone who is going to relax when he sets foot back home” I shake my head trying to figure out and put pieces together. “He is going to want to keep pushing extradication off.”

“They already denied their request. The ambassador and the military are focused on the police and military and some communist” He groans not hiding his dislike.

“Who gives a fuck about any of them” I roll my eyes wishing this shot was actually straight tequila. “Tell me something good”

“Murphy and Pena have an unknown informant and might lose their job for it” Now that is news. Before he could continue I got a notification on my phone. This is even greater news. “Haven’t seen that smile in a long time”

“You’re about to see more of it” I put my phone away downing the shot of water. “They siezed their accounts.”

“So you get to go home too” I shake my head. This will never be home but I am still happy to see a light at the end of the tunnel.

“I will be here tomorrow. Things are going to go down fast and I need more intel. Get a hold of Pena and tell him to meet me in the back. Escobar will have a plan by tonight” And I was right. Later that night Colombians hope was shot dead. A couple bullets below his bulletproof vest and in a couple minutes he was dead. The crowd mourned him and as they held a funeral his second hand fell into power. Galan promised to get rid of the narcos but Gaviria had another look in his eyes. I am not saying he is crooked but who knows nowadays.

“Going home late again?” One of my colleagues stopped at my desk. “You have been killing yourself these past weeks. Why don’t you come out with us friday?” I shake my head.

“Can’t” I motion to all the files I had to go through. It wasn’t for that certain client but for me. I need to find connections with the people I am looking for.

“Think about it. You have my number” She smiled, putting on her coat and walking out. As soon as she left I got back to work. Numbers don’t add up on the certain date I was looking at but what difference was that? None of them added up. That's why Pablo bought his people, so they would make it make sense. I should have been here at the beginning but I was following the wrong lead. Now I am doubting myself about Pablo, what if he has nothing to do with it? I close up the books and say goodbye to the rest who are working. It was sunset as I walked into the bar.

“Early tonight?” I smile at Miguel.

“Tomorrow is friday, I thought I would celebrate early” I thank him sitting in my regular spot with my drink already prepared.

“So not working late tomorrow?” Who knows. “Becuase I was thinking I could take the night off and-”

“Lola! You’re early today” Diego came from the back giving me a signal. “I am taking my break” He nudges Miguel with a small laugh then extends his hand towards me. “I need your help on my finance real quick”

“Thankfully I haven’t started drinking” I laugh along while walking around the bar and into the back.

“He is nice, are you going to accept?” I turned my head weirded out by that question. “What? Just test the waters or a stress reliever!” I shake my head with a smile. We got to the back room and Murphy was standing there.

“Y/N” It was nice to see him again. “Pena couldn’t make it. We are dealing with something” He looks back not wanting to say anything infront of Diego before he walks out.

“Let me guess, your informant” I grin, taking a seat on the couch.

“Yeah” He falls back spreading himself on the couch. “He is going to get us fired and all for a couple of nights of warming the bed”

“He slept with her?” I said it a little too fast causing a look from Steve.

“He hasn’t denied it but his reputation follows him” Of course. “He is getting her fake papers to protect her”

“Listen” I sit up trying to change the subject. “He has got 2 million dollars in a briefcase right now. They already took Galan out and more money like that in there hands they are going to take out many more”

“As you know he stepped back on home soil” I nod. “He sent a note to Gaviria, either leave them alone or go to war”

“Has your informat said anything?”

“She spoke about the M19. Pablo meeting up with him or talking. But she showed up at Connie’s job asking to be hidden. She fight for the people and not the help the narcos”

“Apparently” I whisper, shaking my head.

“Apparently” He repeats with a chuckle. “How are you doing?” I shrugg quickly before groaning. I stood up fixing my clothes.

“Could be better” I laughed before looking back. “I need you to look into something” I grab a paper from my bag and hand it over to him. “Keep it quiet. The ambassador knows about it but no one else should”

“Does this have to do with Pablo?” I shake my head forcefully before closing my eyes.

“I don’t know. That it what I am trying to figure out”

“How bad is it?” who knows.

“Crooked information. New labs overseas. Cartels working together. What's one druglord down if the others learn from their mistakes and become harder to catch?”

“Anything else?” He placed the paper in his pocket. I wanted to tell him what I had in mind. If everything goes down in a couple days or even tonight, there are a lot of ifs and whats and never a sure plan.

“No” I smile before turning around and leaving. Later that night I twist and turn. There wasn’t much to do tomorrow so I decided to call in sick. I needed to talk to Diego again. I walk into the bar and wave at Miguel. “Diego in?”

“In the back” The bar was empty and as I walked confidently towards the back all that went away quickly.

“I need more information than that” The sight wasn’t what I was prepared for this morning. I grab my gun from the holster I hand on my leg hidden by my dress. I pass by fast trying to look around. There seem to be only two men in there. Diego’s hands were tied together and his face bruised up. I looked around making sure no one else was back here. The only way was through the curtains so there was no way to surprise them.

“Diego?” I walk in with a hand behind my back. I act shocked by the men standing there.

“Miss” They were the same guys who stalked me outside my window. “You shouldn’t be here” He sets his gun down and walks forward in motion for me to get out. I wait until he is close enough to grab his hand and with a flip a gun is pointed at his head.

“Put the gun down” The man's eyes showed no mercy. He pulled on the safety but I took the first shot.

“You bitch!” He screamed holding on to his leg.

“You can still walk, untie him” I let go of the man and walked over to remove the guns away from them while pointing at them with mine.

“The boss will be after you when he hears you are working with the DEA agents that came in here” I look over to Diego who was massaging his wrist.

“More are coming. You need to leave” I nod quickly making sure he had the upper hand and ran out of there. I sent Miguel home and just as I was going to walk out I saw another group of men walking in.

“Wait. You need to come with us” One man warns, moving his hands slows towards his back. Two gunshots were heard and I took that as a chance to start running. I go around the corner to an alley and into an abandoned building. I take a moment to think before my feet continue without any direction. I don’t know if they were still following me but I continued on running. My lungs were burning and my legs didn’t feel like my own. I couldn’t be seen walking into the police station or the DEA.

“Fuck!” I scream looking inbetween streets. I don’t know any of these streets. “Can I use your phone?” I say casually walking into a store

“Of course it's in the back” I tell him thanks and move faster to pull the phone. “I need to talk to the ambassador” I tell whoever is on the other side not waiting for their introduction.

“You will need an appointment or-”

“This is Agent L/N. I don’t need an appointment because I will be dead! So if you would be so kind as to get me connected to the Ambassador I would really appreciate it.” I speak urgently.

“As I was saying, the Ambassador is out. You could leave-”

“Connect me to Agent Murphy or Pena!” I wanted to pull my arm through the phone and choke her.

“They are busy-”

“You know what they will be busy with? Finding a new secretary! Get me someone before I get a chance to personally get there and drag you by your stupid-”

“Woah” I hear a man's voice on the other side. “Is that how you say hello?”Murphy laughs

“I need your help Steve. Diego is in trouble and I need you to send someone to the bar” I hear papers fumble on the other side before he is back to the phone

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know where I am. I need somewhere to hide”

“Wait. Give me a minute” Of course. Fucking hell. I look back hoping those men didn’t continue to follow me. I hear only static on the other side before 5 minutes go by. “Pablo took over the Supreme court with the help of M19. Burned everything we had on them” Another couple curse words follow before he continues talking. “I am going to give you an address. Grab the first taxi and someone will meet you there”

“Okay”

“I will be there as soon as I can” I know that means it would be hours.

Chapter 5

[hey-kae]

hmmm, how about pierre x reader x charles love triangle where pierre gets super jealous of Charles for messing around with reader. just wanna see some angry pierre

a/n: so i kept this one clean cause it wasn’t requested as smut so i hope that’s what you meant (there’s sexual implications tho)

It was too complicated even for your liking. One day, you’d wake up in Pierre’s arms than the next, Charles would be guiding you back to his room. At this point,even you were confused.

There was always this fear in the back of your mind too, that this situation would mess with the friendship between Pierre and Charles, and you didn’t want that to happen.

With Charles, it was simple. You slept together constantly, recently more than usual due to the bad races he’s been having, but it’s always been just that. Purely physical.

Sure, you cared deeply for him, but if you had to put a name to what was going on between you two, it would surely be friends with benefits, and he would agree to that label.

With Pierre, there was always more. There was nights spend just talking, gentle touches in stressful situations, understanding looks from across even the most crowded of rooms. There was lingering touches and kisses and feelings, really.

So naturally, he was really close to having had enough of this ‘in between’ state with you.

He absolutely snapped when he saw you leave Charles’ room one night, your hair messy and with a very obvious purplish on your neck, your hands still buttoning up your shirt.

Pierre pulled you into his room.

“You’re not sick of this yet, bébé?” He angrily asked, his hands on his waist, his tone mocking.

“What do you mean?”

“The Charles situation.” He pulled you to him.

His hands on your waist kept you close to him, his eyes locked with yours like he was searching for answers.

“You knew about Charles from the start. Now you’re bothered by it? I was doing this with him before we even met, Pierre.” You squeezed out of his grip and sat on a couch.

“I don’t give a fuck!” His frustration was rising, “You never even stay the night with him. Do you fucking know how many times i was sleepless ‘cause i knew you had to take the road back from his in the middle of the fucking night?” Pierre’s voice rose, his eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s none of your business. No one asked you to worry for me!”

“Then what’s the difference between me and him? Dis-moi!” Tell me! He stood in front of you, “You cling to me like there’s no tomorrow all through the night. Never once did you say you wanna leave and i know Charles would never just kick you out after sleeping with you. Alors, c’est quoi la différence?!” So, what’s the difference? He shouted.

“Oh, fuck off.” You got up and pushed past him, heading for the door, but his arms were soon to stop you.

“Tell me you won’t let him fuck you anymore.”

“Why?!” You were yelling too.

“I have to fucking spell it out for you, don’t i?” He pulled your body against his, “I want you all to myself and i don’t know how you don’t see it. This isn’t just sex for me.”

You blinked up at him. You couldn’t even comprehend what you were doing but you crashed your lips against his. It was a different type of kiss this time. It had way more to it than just desperation and need.

“Tu crois que je suis une clair-voyante ou quelque chose?” Do you think I'm a clairvoyant or something? You said after pulling away, “I was supposed to guess this or what?”

“You’re bad at catching hints, clearly.” He smiled, “Now, tell me you’ll stop sleeping with him.”

You nodded, “I will stop sleeping with Charles.”

“Good. Parfait.” Perfect. Pierre’s hand was under your chin, getting you to look at him as he spoke.

“And now, kiss me like that again…” He smirked and wrapped his arms around you as your lips met again and again.

a/n: thanks for requesting 🤍

[angelst4re]

Would you be able to do a fluff with Jamie where he has a panic attack and his friends try to calm him down but the reader is the only one who he’ll let near him?

of course love!! i'm sorry this took so long to write, it's been in my drafts for a while but i've been so busy i haven't had the time to post anything!! :(

Breathe... - Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

summary: jamie has to be on stage soon, but his anxiety thinks otherwise.

warnings: none! <3

notes: i have quite a few fics written in my drafts right now ready to post... :)

“Jamie, c’mon man, we’ve got to be on stage in less than ten minutes.” 

“I cant fucking do it. I’m sorry, I-“ He ran his fingers through his hair, stressed out and slightly shaky. 

“What do you mean you can’t do it?” Roland scoffed, it was their last show of the tour and Jamie was refusing to go out, “is everything okay, mate?” 

“No. It’s fucking not. This is the biggest crowd we’ve ever played to, what if something goes wrong? What if they don’t like us? What if-“ 

“Five minutes, J.” Sam quickly popped his head round the door, expecting to see his brother ready to go out and play for the crowd, not expecting to see him breaking down. “Shit, is everything okay?” 

Before Jamie could answer him, Roland began talking. 

“He’s refusing to go out there, I don’t know what we can do. We can’t just not perform, and no one else can sing.” 

“Say there’s been an emergency!” Jamie announced, “call it off. Or I’ll do it myself.” 

“Jamie, we can’t do that-“ 

“Who are you calling?” Jamie questioned as Sam raised his phone to his ear. 

“Y/n. If anyone can talk him out of this it’ll be- hi, y/n, where are you right now?… ah, great! Do you think you could come backstage quickly? Jamie’s on the verge of a panic attack- it’s a long story- just get here as soon as you can, thank you so much! See you soon.”

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After getting the call from Sam, you left your things with his girlfriend Venus and rushed backstage. Jamie was telling you the night before that he was nervous about today, and you managed to reassure him, telling him that everything will be okay, that he has nothing to worry about, which calmed him enough so that he could fall asleep, but now it’s clearly escalated. 

When you spotted your boyfriend, he was sat with his elbows on his knees, his face buried in his hands, so very stressed. 

“Could you give us a moment?” You asked Sam and Roland gently, and they nodded, leaving you with Jamie. 

“I don’t want to do it, I can’t do it! But they’re all out there waiting for us… Fuck, they’re going to be so disappointed, aren’t they?” 

“What do you mean?” You asked softly, sitting beside your boyfriend, putting an arm around his shoulder as you pulled him closer to you. 

“Everyone, the fans, the guys… I don’t want to disappoint them, darling. But I can’t go out there.” 

“Oh, love,” you sighed, “they will be upset if you don’t go out, they love you, Jamie. They’re here to support you, to see their idol, their hero. Remember that feeling when you’re on stage, when you feel unstoppable, when all the adrenaline takes over. If you don’t go out, I’m certain you’ll regret it, you’ll get upset over it, like you are now. I hate to see you like this, Jamie, I really do, but I know once you get out there, once you see everyone and they’re so excited to see their favourite band, this feeling will pass. They love you, almost as much as I do.” You smiled, and he sat back, turning to look at you. 

“I don’t know if I can do it. I’m just… I’m having a bad day, darling. I don’t want to let the anxiety win, but I can’t do it.” 

You frowned, seeing him upset really broke your heart. You noticed a tear had rolled down his cheek and you quickly used your thumb to wipe it off. 

“Breathe, love.” You told him, and he took in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before exhaling, and then repeating. “You’ve got this, okay? I’ll be watching with Venus from the side of the stage, if I could go on stage with you to support you, I would,” you giggled, running your fingers through his hair, “but you’re going to go out there and give those people the performance of a lifetime, baby.”

You noticed a slight change in the way Jamie was sitting, he straightened himself up a little and nodded his head. 

“You’re right, sweetheart. You’re always right,” he said, his voice no more than a whisper as he leaned over and placed a kiss on your forehead, “how much time have we got?” 

“Not long.” 

Jamie stood up, and reached his hand out to help you up. He snaked his arm around you as you walked out, side by side. 

“Oh, y/n, you’re an angel!” Sam grinned, “ready, J?” 

“Ready as ever.” He said with a smile, before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss once more. He struggled to pull away from you as the other guys began to walk out onto the stage, but once he was out there, performing on stage, every worry he had disappeared. He even began to question why he was anxious in the first place.

[insipid-drivel]

What Happened

I'm in a very bad place psychologically and emotionally, and I can't just be vague or not talk about it anywhere to anyone anymore:

One of the people I thought was on the route toward becoming like an older sibling to me invited me to a discord group.

Everything seemed wonderful for the first couple of weeks. I hadn't made any friends or been in touch with more than one or two people in over 6 years, I'm mentally ill, queer, trans, and have a lot of social strikes against me as a result, so I was thankful to be in a small server of other queer and neurodivergent people.

We shared ideas of stress-managing and fun things to do, from cup stacking to cat's cradling. There were memes. I could talk about myself and feel safe.

My older sister was extremely cruel and abusive toward me from the time I was a baby, as well as my biological father. She resented me for taking our mother's attention away from her and never got over it. She often punished me in secret for infractions like spending too long with our mom's attention, or being too liked by her school friends and taking attention away from her.

As a result, I developed a pretty intense phobia of being the center of attention. I always feel like someone is going to come out of a crowd or the shadows and try to hurt me if I talk about myself too long, or attract positive attention from more than one person that everyone else isn't already ignoring.

I started to relax. The people I was getting to know were really, really nice to me. They were interested in what I had to say, and didn't punish me for talking too much. My ideas were received with welcome. My jokes got laughs. I started to feel like a person for the first time in my life.

Then, one day, while sharing information I'd been reading about Swedish royal history in the 1300s, which had not been validated yet and I was simply sharing due to a tenuous genetic link I happen to have and that my mom has spent a lot of her adult life researching.

I was paraphrasing in general chat to my new friends. I wasn't checking citations or anything, and the stories we were finding were still not validated, but they were interesting and added more intrigue to my family's old backstory.

Out of nowhere, a member of this server who had never introduced himself to me or spoken to me personally began attacking me. He demanded to know sources. He demanded to know how I could validate what I was being heard read to me, as if he were interrogating me for suspicion of heresy or something.

I cried. I backpedaled and apologized to him profusely while ceding the subject to him. I promised I'd never talk about it again and that I was so, so sorry for making him mad (my sister was right. my sister was right. i'm bad. i can't be safe anywhere. i'm a monster. she was right. oh god she was right. i'm a fucking monster). I showed my belly and pathetically begged him to take his Champion Argument Starter trophy and leave me alone.

He gave me a weak "Sorry," for being so cruel to me, but the damage was done.

I sat in silence in the server for weeks. Nothing was done. 2 of the 3 posted server rules were to Be Polite and Don't Be An Asshole. I hoped I would hear from a moderator that he'd been spoken to.

I wound up leaving, alone. The friends that I did like stayed behind, and aren't my friends anymore, because they chose to stay in a server with the guy that attacked me, triggered me, and sent me spiraling and sobbing and fighting blind fury at the same time.

I don't feel safe with them anymore.

A couple of members have come forward with gentle words, but I haven't had the stomach for any of them. I don't want to be attacked again. I don't want to be stupid enough to be lured into something like that again. I'm so, so painfully lonely and desperate for friends, but not that.

Please not that.

Where were you? Why didn't you help me? Why did you let that happen to me? Why didn't you stop it?

I thought we were friends.

Someone please be kind to me and mean it.

Please?

[elithilanor]

My turn to submit a character ask! For upcoming disability pride month, how would they be with a blind/visually impaired elven partner? Rumil, Haldir, Glorfindel, and Arwen addition!

No pressure. Get to it whenever you can. I just thought I’d write it down before I forgot. :)

HAPPY DISABILITY PRIDE MONTH, Y'ALL! Remember to take your meds, drink water, and protect your (mental and physical) space and health with all the viciousness of a feral bobcat. 

I'd like to preface this by saying that I myself am not visually impaired/ blind myself, so please let me know if anything I've mentioned would be more harmful than helpful and I'll change accordingly.

Haldir 

-Very good about making sure there is a strong support network in place while he’s gone

-Re-writes any and all texts in the house so they're a size that is easy for his partner to read. Makes a habit of buying large-print and/or braille reading materials.

-Meticulously keeps the house clean and doesn’t rearrange anything without clearing it with you first so you can find everything.

-He's probably a little overprotective and has to learn where your capabilities are has to be somewhat reminded that you're capable of taking care of yourself. He has a bad tendency of hovering when you're outside of the talan, but as you spend more time together, he relaxes. Will always be looking ahead on paths for trip hazards.

Arwen 

- Reads out loud to you if you let her. Especially a fan of this if you're in her arms and she can run her fingers through your hair.

- Will often recite sultry love poetry in your ears in bed (does this anyway because she's a fucking menace and it gets you hot and bothered).

- Enlists others like her mother, Celebrían, and Erestor and Lindir to make the garden paths (and all of Imladris) more accessible in terms of trip hazards, gradients, and wideness. The only real exception to this is unfortunately the ways in and out of Imladris due to decades of sieges. They're working with the architects.

Glorfindel 

- He really likes being outside with you and his friends so he takes you on lots of walks and does the very courtly walking you around on his arm if you let him. He loves it. He also often can be seen with a parasol so you can always have relief from any heat in the summers. (I hc Imladris as kind of humid in the summer due to the rivers and he likes being able to help in one way at least.)

- Enlists Lindir or Erestor to spend time with you when he's gone and help you with anything you may need.

- Glorfindel is the most dog person I can envision in LotR/Silm so if you have a guide dog, he'll spend a lot of time training with them to be fully versed in all commands and requirements and is very careful and restrains himself when the dog is working. Glorfindel has golden retriever energy, I'm sorry.

Rúmil

-Is very communicative and telegraphs what he’s doing with very precise directions and instructions (in bed and out ;)

- He learned your boundaries and places where you needed assistance and stuck to them early on and doesn't deviate from that. He checks in on you a lot to see if you need help, but does his best to stay out of the way until it's vocalized.

- He has complete confidence in you and is rarely worried, but crowded events still kind of stress him out quite a bit and he always has to manage his emotions more in situations like that.

- Will describe his paintings and any outside landscapes in detail so you can experience it, as well.

Thanks for the ask! :)