#i think this is everyone ?? i hope im not missing anyone

[elryuse]

May I request a fluffy smut Le Sserafim Sakura x Male Reader where Kkura stumbles upon a small, cozy café owned and run by the reader, where she often seeks and finds the comfort and support in the reader, seeking solace from the hateful comments she has received throughout her career. Eventually, they develop a special relationship and become a couple. Thanks :) Im not good with plots but this is the best i can think off :(

Our Beloved Summer

Sakura X Male Reader

Tags : Fluff, Fluffy Sex, Romantic, Lovey Dovey, Sweaty, Steamy Sex, Kissing, Public Sex, Love Words : 4,403 Words

A/n : Aww don't Worry bud, Your plot is Good for this type of Fluffy Smut Stories. Keep Up The Good work. Hope You All Like it.

The bell above the café door jingled softly, breaking the quiet hum of the afternoon. You looked up from polishing the counter to see her—Sakura. She hesitated at the entrance, her usual vibrant energy replaced by a heavy slump in her shoulders. Her face, usually bright with a smile, was shadowed, her eyes downcast. She looked… lost. You straightened, your heart tugging at the sight.

“Welcome,” you said warmly, your voice carrying a lightness you hoped would reach her. Her head snapped up, startled, and for a moment, she just stared at you, as if she hadn’t expected anyone to notice her.

You chuckled softly, leaning slightly against the counter. “What can I get for you today?”

She blinked, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the strap of her bag. “I… I’m not sure.”

You tilted your head slightly, studying her. “How about something warm? A latte, maybe? Or… something sweet to lift your spirits?”

Her lips pressed together, and for a moment, it looked like she might cry. But she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Latte sounds good.”

You smiled, though your chest ached for her. “Coming right up.”

As you worked on her drink, you couldn’t help but glance her way. She sat at a corner table, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her gaze fixed on the tabletop. You remembered her—the cheerful, radiant Sakura from Le Sserafim. The one who had always seemed to light up the stage. But lately… the internet had been relentless. The criticism, the ridicule. It had been impossible to miss.

When her latte was ready, you carried it over to her, placing it gently on the table. “Here you go. On the house.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she looked up at you, confusion flickering across her face. “Why?”

You shrugged, your smile softening. “Because everyone deserves a little kindness, especially on a hard day.”

She stared at you for a moment, her lips parting as if to say something, but no words came. Instead, she nodded, her eyes glistening. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

You gave her a gentle nod before returning to the counter, giving her space. But you couldn’t help noticing the way her shoulders seemed to relax, just a little, as she took a sip of the latte.

Over the next few weeks, Sakura became a regular at the café. At first, she was quiet, reserved, staying in her corner with her latte. But gradually, she began to open up. She started with small talk, asking about your day, your café. Then, one afternoon, she stayed longer than usual, and the conversation deepened.

“It’s just… it’s so hard,” she admitted, her voice trembling as she stared into her half-empty cup. “I try to stay strong, but the comments… they hurt. And the pressure… sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe.”

You listened, your heart aching for her. “You’re allowed to feel that way,” you said softly. “It doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human.”

She looked up at you, her eyes searching yours, as if she were trying to find the truth in your words. And then, slowly, she smiled—a small, fragile smile, but a smile nonetheless.

From that day on, Sakura began to visit more often. She brought her members with her sometimes—Chaewon, Yunjin, Eunchae, and Kazuha. They were a lively group, filling the café with laughter and warmth. But it was Sakura who always lingered, who always seemed to gravitate toward you.

One evening, as the summer heat began to wane and the café was quiet, Sakura appeared at the door. Her expression was serious, her usual warmth replaced by a quiet intensity. She walked straight to the counter, her eyes locked on yours.

“I need to talk to you,” she said, her voice lower than usual, almost urgent.

You nodded, stepping out from behind the counter. “Of course. What’s on your mind?”

She hesitated, her fingers twisting together. “I… I don’t know how to say this.”

You placed a hand gently on her shoulder, offering her a reassuring smile. “Take your time.”

She took a deep breath, her eyes closing for a moment. And then, before you could react, she stepped forward, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both hesitant and desperate. Your breath caught, your mind racing, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, your hands found her waist, pulling her closer as she deepened the kiss, her fingers tangling in your shirt.

When she finally pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, her breath uneven. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I needed to know… if you felt the same.”

You stared at her, your heart pounding. “Sakura…”

She shook her head, cutting you off. “Please. I need you. I want this. I want you.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and without thinking, you leaned in, capturing her lips in another kiss. This time, it was fiercer, more urgent, as if all the unspoken feelings between you were finally breaking free. Your hands roamed her body, exploring the curves you’d only admired from afar, while her nails dug into your back, pulling you closer still.

“Take me somewhere private,” she whispered against your lips, her voice trembling with need.

You nodded, your mind hazy with desire. Grabbing her hand, you led her to the employee-only room, the door shutting behind you with a soft click. The room was small, intimate, and in the dim light, Sakura looked even more breathtaking.

She turned to you, her hands reaching for the hem of her top. “Help me,” she murmured, her eyes dark with hunger.

You stepped forward, your fingers trembling as you helped her out of her clothes, your breath catching as her bare skin was revealed. She was beautiful—every inch of her was perfection. And as your hands explored her body, she let out a soft moan, her head falling back as she leaned into your touch.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered, her voice shaky as your lips found her neck, trailing kisses down to her collarbone. “I’ve wanted you.”

Your hands found her breasts, your thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she gasped, her body arching into your touch. “You’re incredible,” you murmured against her skin, your voice rough with desire. “So beautiful.”

She tugged at your shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons. “I need to feel you,” she breathed, her voice desperate. “Please.”

You shrugged out of your shirt, your skin burning where it touched hers. And then you were kissing her again, your hands roaming her body, exploring every inch of her as if you couldn’t get enough. Her moans filled the small room, sending waves of heat through you, and you knew you couldn’t hold back much longer.

“Are you sure?” you asked, your voice low as you looked into her eyes.

She nodded, her hands gripping your shoulders. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

With that, you lifted her, her legs wrapping around your waist as you moved toward the small couch in the corner. Her back hit the cushions, and you followed her down, your lips finding hers once more as your hands explored her body. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and you knew she was close.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she reached for you.

You nodded, your own need overwhelming as you positioned yourself at her entrance. And then, with a slow, deliberate movement, you pushed into her, her body tightening around you as she let out a gasp.

“You feel so good,” she moaned, her nails digging into your back as you began to move.

You groaned, the sensation overwhelming as you thrust into her, her body responding eagerly to yours. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, and you knew she was close.

“Say my name,” she whispered, her voice shaking as she looked up at you.

“Sakura,” you breathed, your voice rough with desire.

She gasped, her body trembling as she reached her climax, her nails digging into your back as she moaned your name. And then you were following her over the edge, your own release crashing over you as you held her close, your bodies trembling together in the aftermath.

As you lay there, tangled together, her head resting on your chest, you knew this was only the beginning. And as her fingers traced patterns on your skin, you couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for you both.

“I don’t want this to end,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with determination.

You looked down at her, your heart swelling with affection. “It doesn’t have to,” you replied, your fingers brushing through her hair.

She looked up at you, her eyes searching yours. “Promise me,” she said, her voice trembling. “Promise me this is real.”

You leaned down, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. “I promise,” you murmured against her lips.

And as she melted into your embrace, you knew this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, as you and Sakura walked hand in hand along the riverside. The gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers, and the soft sound of the water flowing created a serene backdrop. You had planned this day for weeks, wanting to give Sakura a moment of peace away from the relentless chaos of her life as a K-pop idol.

“This place is beautiful,” Sakura whispered, her eyes scanning the picturesque view. Her grip on your hand tightened slightly, a small sign of her lingering nervousness.

You glanced at her, your heart swelling at the sight of her delicate features softened by the golden light. “I’m glad you like it,” you said, your voice warm and reassuring. “I wanted to make sure you got to breathe for once. No cameras, no schedules, just us.”

She smiled faintly, but you could see the hesitation in her eyes. “It’s just… I’m not used to this. Being able to relax, to just… be. Everyone’s always watching, always expecting something from me.”

You stopped walking and turned to face her, your hands gently cupping her cheeks. “Sakura, you don’t have to be anyone but yourself with me. No expectations, no judgments. Just you.” Your thumbs brushed lightly over her skin, and you felt her lean slightly into your touch.

Her eyes searched yours, and for a moment, it was as if the world around you faded away. Slowly, her lips curved into a genuine smile. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves. “For everything.”

You bent down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Always,” you whispered against her skin.

She sighed, a contented sound that made your heart skip a beat. Then, without warning, she closed the distance between you, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both tender and filled with unspoken emotions. Your hands slid down to her waist, pulling her closer as she clung to you, her fingers tangling in the fabric of your shirt.

When you finally pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes sparkled with something deeper than happiness. “I love you,” she said, her voice trembling but firm. “I don’t want to hide it anymore. I want you to be my boyfriend.”

Her words sent a wave of warmth through you, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. “I love you too, Sakura. More than anything.”

She let out a breath she seemed to have been holding, her shoulders relaxing as if a weight had been lifted. “I was so scared to say it,” she admitted, her voice soft. “But being with you… it feels right. It feels like I’ve finally found where I belong.”

You brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, your gaze never leaving hers. “You’re my home now, Sakura. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Her smile widened, and she leaned in to kiss you again, this time with more urgency. Her lips moved against yours with a hunger that mirrored your own, and you could feel the heat building between you. Your hands roamed her back, pulling her even closer as her fingers traced the line of your jaw.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. Sakura rested her forehead against yours, her eyes closed as she tried to steady her breathing. “Take me somewhere private,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

You didn’t need to be told twice. Taking her hand, you led her to a secluded spot beneath the shade of a large tree, a blanket already laid out for the picnic you had planned. The moment you knelt down, she was on you, her hands tugging at your shirt as her lips found yours again.

“Sakura,” you gasped between kisses, your fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. “Are you sure—”

“I’ve never been more sure,” she interrupted, her voice firm despite the way her hands trembled. “I want this. I want you.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and you quickly discarded her blouse, revealing the soft, delicate skin beneath. Your lips trailed down her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her as she arched into your touch. Her hands pulled at your shirt, and soon it was tossed aside, your bare chest pressed against hers.

The warmth of her skin against yours was intoxicating, and you couldn’t resist the urge to explore every inch of her. Your hands cupped her breasts, your thumbs brushing over her nipples, already hardened with desire. She gasped, her hips bucking against yours as you leaned down to take one of them into your mouth.

“Yes,” she moaned, her fingers tangling in your hair as you teased her with your tongue. Her breaths came in short, shallow gasps, and you could feel her heartbeat racing beneath your palm.

When you finally pulled away, her chest was heaving, and her eyes were dark with need. “Please,” she whispered, her hands reaching for the waistband of your pants. “I need you.”

You captured her lips in a searing kiss as you helped her remove the rest of your clothes, your hands trembling with anticipation. When you were both naked, you paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her beneath you. She was breathtaking, her body bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, her eyes filled with a mix of love and desire.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmured, your voice thick with emotion.

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. “So are you,” she replied, her hands reaching up to cup your face. “Now, please… don’t make me wait any longer.”

You positioned yourself between her legs, your hand guiding your length to her entrance. She was already wet, her body ready for you, and when you slowly pushed inside, she let out a soft cry of pleasure. Her walls clenched around you, so tight and warm that it took every ounce of control you had not to lose yourself right then.

“God, you feel amazing,” you groaned, your forehead resting against hers as you began to move.

Her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you deeper as she matched your rhythm. Her moans were music to your ears, each one driving you closer to the edge. Her hands roamed your back, her nails lightly scraping your skin as she clung to you.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with the force of her emotions. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice rough with desire. “Always.”

Her hips bucked against yours, her body trembling as she chased her release. You could feel her walls tightening around you, and when she finally came, her cry of pleasure echoed in the quiet evening air. Her orgasm pushed you over the edge, and with a deep groan, you spilled inside her, your bodies trembling together as you rode out the waves of pleasure.

When you finally collapsed beside her, both of you were breathless and sweaty, but there was a sense of contentment that settled over you. She curled up against your side, her head resting on your chest as your fingers traced lazy patterns on her arm.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with emotion. “For making me feel safe. For making me feel loved.”

You pressed a kiss to the top of her head, your arms tightening around her. “You never have to thank me for that, Sakura. I’ll always be here for you.”

She sighed, a contented sound that made your heart swell. But then, she shifted, propping herself up on her elbow to look at you. Her eyes were serious, and there was something in her gaze that made your breath catch.

“I want more of this,” she said, her voice steady. “More of us. No more hiding, no more pretending. I want the world to know that you’re mine.”

You reached up to brush a strand of hair from her face, your heart pounding in your chest. “Are you sure? Your career… your fans… it won’t be easy.”

She shook her head, her expression determined. “I don’t care. I’m tired of living for everyone else. I want to live for us. For me. And I want you by my side while I do it.”

You were about to respond, to tell her that you’d stand by her no matter what, when she leaned in, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that was filled with promise. Her body pressed against yours, and you could feel the heat building between you once again.

“Sakura,” you murmured against her lips, your hands already roaming her body again.

“Just kiss me,” she whispered, her voice breathless. “And don’t stop.”

And so you did, losing yourself in the taste of her lips, the feel of her skin, and the sound of her moans. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in each other’s arms as the sun dipped below the horizon.

But even as the night fell, you knew that this was just the beginning of your story together. And nothing could take that away from you.

“I’m yours,” you whispered against her lips, your voice rough with emotion. “Always.”

The air between you and Sakura was thick with desire, her body pressed against yours as she fumbled with the key to her dorm room. Her breath hitched as the door finally clicked open, and she pulled you inside with a urgency that made your heart race. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of fairy lights casting a warm, intimate ambiance.

Sakura wasted no time. Her lips crashed against yours, hungry and insatiable, as her hands roamed over your chest, tugging at your shirt. You responded in kind, your hands sliding down her back to cup her ass, pulling her closer until there was no space left between you. Her moan was muffled by your kiss, but the sound sent a jolt of heat straight to your core.

“I need you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need as she pulled away just enough to lock eyes with you. Her gaze was dark, filled with a raw intensity that made your knees weak. “Right now.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your hands moved to the hem of her dress, lifting it over her head in one swift motion. She stood before you in nothing but a delicate lace bra and panties, her body trembling with anticipation. You couldn’t help but marvel at how breathtaking she looked, her skin glowing in the soft light, her curves begging to be touched.

You leaned in, capturing her lips in another searing kiss as your hands explored every inch of her. She moaned into your mouth, her fingers digging into your shoulders as you trailed kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body arching into yours as you reached around to unclasp her bra.

The moment it fell away, you pulled back to take her in. Her breasts were perfect, perky and inviting, her nipples already hard with arousal. You couldn’t resist. Leaning down, you took one into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive bud as she let out a soft cry. Your hands cupped her other breast, kneading it gently as you continued to lavish attention on her.

“Oh god,” she moaned, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pressed you closer. “Don’t stop.”

You had no intention of stopping. Your hands moved down her body, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties to find her already wet and ready for you. She gasped as you slid a finger inside her, her body trembling as you began to move. Her hips rocked against your hand, her moans growing louder with each thrust.

“Please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need you inside me.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice. You lifted her into your arms, carrying her to the bed and laying her down gently. She watched you with hungry eyes as you stripped off your clothes, her hands reaching for you the moment you were free. Her touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine as she guided you between her legs.

The moment you entered her, it was like coming home. Her body welcomed you, tight and warm, and you couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped your lips. Her nails dug into your back as you began to move, her hips meeting yours with each thrust. The room was filled with the sound of your bodies moving together, her moans mingling with your growls of pleasure.

She wrapped her legs around your waist, pulling you deeper as her head fell back against the pillows. “Faster,” she begged, her voice desperate. “Please, faster.”

You obliged, picking up the pace as her cries grew louder. Her hands moved to her breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples as she writhed beneath you. The sight of her, lost in pleasure, was enough to push you closer to the edge. But you weren’t ready to finish yet.

You pulled out, earning a whimper of protest from her, but you quickly silenced it by flipping her onto her stomach. Her ass was raised in the air, inviting, and you couldn’t resist giving it a light smack before guiding yourself back inside her. She let out a loud moan, her hands gripping the sheets as you began to thrust into her again.

The new angle seemed to drive her wild, her cries growing more frantic with each movement. You leaned over her, your lips brushing against her ear as you whispered, “You feel so good, Sakura. So fucking good.”

She moaned in response, her body trembling as she neared the edge. You could feel her tightening around you, her walls clenching as she reached her climax. Her cries echoed through the room, her body shaking with the intensity of her release.

But you weren’t done. You flipped her onto her back again, her legs wrapping around your waist as you continued to thrust into her. Her hands moved to your face, pulling you down for a searing kiss as her hips rocked against yours.

“I’m close,” you groaned, your body trembling with the effort to hold back. “Where do you want me to finish?”

“Inside me,” she begged, her voice desperate. “Please, I want to feel you.”

It was all the encouragement you needed. With a final thrust, you buried yourself deep inside her, your release flooding her as she cried out in pleasure. Her body trembled beneath you, her nails digging into your back as you both rode out the waves of your climax.

When it was over, you collapsed onto the bed beside her, both of you panting and covered in sweat. She turned to you, a soft smile on her lips as she cuddled up against your side. Her hand rested on your chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “For everything.”

You pressed a kiss to her forehead, your arms wrapping around her as she nestled closer. The silence that followed was comfortable, the kind that only comes when two people are completely at ease with each other.

But the moment was short-lived. The sound of the door opening startled you both, and Sakura’s eyes widened in horror as Chaewon stepped into the room.

“Sakura, I—” Chaewon’s words died on her lips as she took in the scene before her. Sakura’s scream of embarrassment echoed through the room as she grabbed the blanket to cover herself.

“Chaewon!” she shrieked, her face burning red as she tried to hide behind the blanket.

But Chaewon didn’t look angry. If anything, she looked amused. A slow smirk spread across her face as she took in the sight of the two of you before turning to call over her shoulder.

“Guys, you’re not gonna believe this!”

Sakura groaned, burying her face in your chest as the other members of Le Sserafim filed into the room, their laughter filling the air.

“Well, well, well,” Yunjin teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Looks like someone’s been busy.”

Eunchae giggled, covering her mouth with her hand as she tried to stifle her laughter. Kazuha, ever the calm one, simply shook her head with a small smile.

“Take care of her,” Chaewon said, her tone softening as she looked at you with a knowing smile. “For us.”

And with that, they left, closing the door behind them as their laughter echoed down the hallway. Sakura groaned again, burying her face in your chest as you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Well,” you said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “That was unexpected.”

“I’m never going to live this down,” she muttered, her voice muffled by your chest.

But as she looked up at you, a small smile tugged at her lips. And in that moment, you knew that no matter what came next, you would face it together.

[derpoprime]

i like the coordination of yours, bee. well done on the diy moodboard and color grading. book baddie energy. i think.

went to my buddy pinterest for these images and im hoping none of them are miraculously ai... anyway. hot man moodboard be upon you

gonna try to tag like. everyone i know on here actually, this one's fun. no pressure tags for all of you. huzzah

@sstarbitss @logicaldelta @icyfish @sednian05 @lambyleg @jils-things @helloeys @whats-your-glitch @cicadas-cry @its-still-winter @yaiyogsothoth & if i've missed anyone but YOU see this and you have talked to me Once i'm also shooting a tag at you. i also welcome hijacks

So I saw this “how I see myself” trend on tiktok and I decided to do it too

Here’s the template and my version

I’m so curious about your versions 🫶

@ssseashell @ermdotorg @sadgalwrites @scorchedmazes @newtsmas @cherie-luvv @loloisloco @weepinglavenders @zer0brainc3lls @zennedy

[darktetrasdualies]

at last . the octopus is real

[an-theduckin]

Wait shit people might actually care about me

[euphor1a]

So, do you guys ever feel like your life is a social experiment🧍🏽‍♀️

[flyingspicerack]

*peeks out from the rock i was hiding under* ... hi

[jefferythejelly]

wtf is going on between dream and quackity??? I looked it up but I'm seeing so many different opinions from people 😓 what's going on and will I have to pick sides? I'm just so confused by this whole thing 😭

oh anon what rock have you been living under (and can you take me there)

this got kind of long bc a lot has happened and it's been kind of slowly building up over a month, and i kind of used this as an excuse to do something i've been wanting to do and make a rough timeline of events, so hope you don't mind the incredibly long post. it has certainly been An April (/neg) around here.

march 10th- quackity announces the big project he’s been teasing, the qsmp, a minecraft server with both spanish and english creators. dream puts out a priv tweet the same day saying he’s been working on something similar to collaborate with worldwide creators and he’s mentioning it bc he doesn’t want people to be worried about copying once it’s announced (this is foreshadowing)

april 2nd- dream announces the united smp and its accompanying live translation mod with a video and a tweet. small note here that the video was originally supposed to be an april fools video at first, which is why the international creators are skinned as the different manhunt members, but was delayed by a day bc editing took longer than expected. discourse starts near immediately as drantis are quick to accuse dream of copying q's idea of a multi language server

april 3rd- quackity announces that a new live translation mod is being implemented in the qsmp. copying accusations are now coming from both sides. note that it has been 1 day since the usmp announcement, so the chance that q actually developed a mod in that time is basically zero. also note that dream said he’d been working on the usmp prior to knowledge of qsmp’s mod being public. this is confirmed by snapchats dream posted later this month of camera roll screenshots of photos of a whiteboard with brainstorming for the usmp with the date march 8th visible, which is prior to the qsmp announcement. the point i’m trying to make here is that the most likely explanation is that it's a big damn coincidence

on this day there was also a brief copypasta started by george and sapnap joking about the similarities between the two servers (the first multilingual smp with live translation). george goes live with the smp from his copypasta tweet (slutsmp) and several ccs join throughout (during the stream its implied he basically @/everyone-ed the entire dsmp discord). he makes several shady comments but at this point its unclear if hes memeing quackity, the fans making drama out of the situation, or both

kind of skipping over a few weeks here bc its a lot of the same Nothingness but basically: discourse continues to spiral, egged on by the fact that dream has continued interacting with/mentioning quackity but is met with radio silence from the other side. there are a few clarifications from dream on twitter during this period that the qsmp and usmp are separate concepts and that he does not hold any ill will towards q

april 24th- while already somewhat assumed after quackity announced the qsmp's translation mod, quackity officially announces that the qsmp will be adding worldwide creators

april 27th- dream drops this thread which i highly recommend reading for yourself bc it gives a lot of context. tldr: quackity hasn't responded to dream despite multiple attempts to reach out, from both dream and other mutual friends. dream doesn't know what's going on with him but doesn't want any more hate to build between their two fanbases. he is explaining this because he feels he should explain his motives/give context as hate has built up to the point of irl threats to himself and his family's safety. he says that he is changing the concept of usmp slightly so there is less competition between the 2 servers and reiterates that he doesn't want any hate sent to quackity and that he's proud of all he's done

radio silence from quackity for this whole day, and then:

april 28th- quackity goes live on twitch. he says nothing about it and announces the new brazilian creators for the qsmp

and that's... kind of where we're at? q has continued being active on qsmp and social media and has said nothing, mutual friends are continuing to interact with quackity, and we've kind of reached a weird stalemate.

there's also some small bits of context that are more on the fandom side of things as to why a lot of ppl aren't supporting quackity anymore, so i'll (semi-briefly) try to explain those here:

during all this a mod on the qsmp was (rightfully) called out for including a mob that portrayed incredibly racist stereotypes of indigenous people. q did eventually remove the mod after public pressure but his apology/explanation of the situation was incredibly lackluster, and he didn't address any of the server members who made racist comments about the mob or after the mod's removal. this soured a lot of people's opinion of quackity/the qsmp in general.

second thing is just general vitriol between the two fandoms. qsmp fans/quackity solos were already being nasty at the start of the month, and that only built as the month continued. i saw at least one instance of a fan supposedly being doxxed and having someone show up to their house over the drama, and heard of ppl having gore/photos of self harm sent to their dms (so y'know. classic toxic twitter fandom bullshit). i will say that the toxicity has recently somewhat risen on the dteam side of things as well, with people being a lot quicker to hate on ccs still interacting with quackity and generally being super neg abt q (tho i can't act like some of that anger isn't slightly warranted. hell, i've been super angry over this and i used to be a super big fan of quackity). a lot of people are disappointed in q's silence over this whole issue and believe that it is quackity's responsibility to at least publicly denounce the doxxing/threats being made by fans in defense of him, especially as it's something that dream has already done, both prior to this situation and during.

as far as "picking sides" goes... a lot of ppl here on dtblr have been doomposting for a while, and at this point quackity is basically in no one's good books. at the same time, most of the rational people i follow have been acknowledging the nuance of the situation, and that a lot of mutual friends may be caught in the middle right now (shit dude, you're talking to a foolish main and that dude's still on quackity's damn server). there's also the matter of dream basically asking people to stop fighting, which at this point i am very inclined to agree with due to the levels of discourse and toxicity that we've already gone through, plus i think it's a better alternative than the community self-cannibalizing any time someone mentions quackity

ultimately it's up to you to decide what you want to do with this info and how much you want to remove yourself/unstan ccs, but know you aren't alone if you're sad/disappointed about how this whole thing has panned out 🫂 it has certainly been quite the Month around here

[bangcakes]

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[pepprs]

misery despair suffering etc etc

[noramoons]

i live

[hellfireeddiemunson]

i have bad melted soup brain today and i hate it

[racingheadfirst]

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[gothgoblinbabe]

She Wolf

A/N: I said I was gonna get this done and it took me way too long and has an absurd word count but I am incapable of holding in word vomit! Inspired by She Wolf by Shakira cause idc its GOOD and it got me thinking' so here it is. Also you don't have to listen to the song as you read but I think It's fun!

Summary: You've got a crush on your best friend and he's a bit of a dick. He regrets it and tries to apologize but you're already trying to push yourself to move on any way you can, even if it's in some shady club you'd never been to before.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, swearing, Logan's kind of an asshole for a minute, Possessive/jealous!Logan, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), friends to lovers cause that's my fave, fem reader, mutant reader, unnamed creepy guy (?) aaaand Logan absolutely has a pain kink. I think that's it but if there's any I missed please let me know!

Word Count: 7K (im so sorry but I'm not though)

divider credit here

“Are you ever gonna tell him?”

You looked up from your desk towards Ororo’s voice, sighing and taking your glasses off your nose.

“God, I don’t know, ‘ro. I don’t think I should. It’s just going to end with me being humiliated and him never wanting to even be in the same room as me again.”

You’d had a crush on Logan Howlett since the day you first walked through the doors of the mansion six months ago. You’d probably be considered best friends by now with how much time you’d spend together, doing jack shit around the mansion on your days off. Just about everyone could tell he had a soft spot for you and that you had one for him. Logan was a classic ‘tough guy’, constantly trying to hide his kind nature with a hard exterior, but it took only a couple weeks for you to crack that barrier. You weren’t exactly a seemingly ‘soft’ type either.

You’d spent the majority of your life before you joined the X-men hoping from couch to couch and hitching rides with strangers, not really having a destination or a place to call home. You’d been dropped off at a church when you were fourteen, around the time you started to turn every full moon. Your parents couldn’t live with having to chain their mutant daughter in their basement once a month, and so they dropped you where they thought you’d find some ‘help’. You’d been passed from foster home to foster home till you were eighteen, each one passing you up the moment they realized you were not like them. It was always a slip of the mask, something setting you off to make you so enraged your eyes gleam yellow and your sharp canines make an unfortunate appearance. You took off the second you could and being on the road came with its fair share of creeps; men with terrible intentions looking for opportunities. You’d never wanted to hurt anyone - truly - but when cornered by a creep, it was hard to think anyone would miss them. A couple of local newspapers caught on, debating where the wolf that tore men to shreds had gone. You weren’t an animal. You just had teeth like one.

Knowing you couldn’t lurk in town much longer, you’d hitchhiked your way to a camp occupied with people like you; lost with no place to call home. It was there that you’d met a couple of mutants who told you about Charles Xavier and the place that seemed completely unreal until you set your eyes on it. That felt like a lifetime ago by now. 

“I think you're underestimating how he feels about you,” Ororo said, bringing you back to reality. She was sat on the edge of your bed, flipping through one of your magazines as you worked at your computer to try and make a lesson plan for the coming week. 

“I think you’re overestimating how he feels about me,” you let out a short laugh, shaking your head.

Just as she was about to retort, you both heard someone shout your names from the hallway. You looked at each other curiously and left the room, hearing shouting again. 

“Are you guys gonna play Monopoly with us or what?”

You both giggled and made your way downstairs towards Scott’s voice. Him, Jean, Marie, Bobby and Logan were all sat in the living room, the game already set up on the coffee table. Bobby and Marie were picking out their game pieces, assigning everyone else to their own piece.

“Okay, Logan, you’re gonna be the dog,” Marie smiled, dropping the little metal piece into the palm of his hand. 

He was definitely not as amused, “why do I have to be a damn dog?”

Ignoring him, she handed another piece out to Jean, “you’re the thimble.”

She then handed the boat to Scott, the top hat to you, and the iron to Ororo. You all began the game after Scott painstakingly over-explained the rules and how to play. 

It was a good bit into the game that you all became distracted with conversation, eventually leaving the board game untouched. The topic of compatibility came up somehow, the conversation focused on the joy of Bobby and Marie. 

“I think anyone would be lucky to have what you guys have,” Ororo smiled, shifting her gaze between the two of them.

“And what we have, obviously,” Scott joked, hanging his arm around Jean.

“Gross,” Logan chimed in, taking a sip of the beer he’d hidden in the back of the fridge.

“I think someone is jealous,” Ororo said in a singsong voice, poking his arm.

“Of having someone hang on me all the time? No, thanks,” he scoffed.

As stupid as it was, it made you a little sad to hear he had no interest in even entertaining the idea. It wasn’t a surprise, but still a disappointment nonetheless.

Ororo brought up your name and your eyes went huge, silently begging her to keep her mouth shut.

“You don’t seem to mind her hanging on you all the time. I think you’d be cute together,” she said, smiling mischievously at you. Scott and Jean agreed and you had never wanted to smash your head into a coffee table as much as you did in that moment.

“Nah, definitely not my type of girl.”

It was just seven words, out quick without a second thought, and yet it felt like you’d been punched in the gut. You couldn’t take your eyes off the monopoly board on the table, avoiding everyone’s gaze. 

Definitely not my type of girl. 

“I think I should head to bed, it’s getting late,” you mumbled, keeping your head down to hide your blushed face as you got up from the couch and practically ran out of the room and up the stairs. 

“What the hell was that?” Scott scolded Logan the moment you were out of sight.

“That was so mean,” Ororo chimes in, backhanding him on the arm.

“I didn’t mean to be,” Logan said nervously , shrugging his shoulders, “…do you think she’s mad at me?”

“Probably more hurt than mad,” Jean said honestly. 

“Shit,” he sighed, putting his beer down to rub his face with his hands, “what do I say?”

“Not that,” Marie replied, “why did you even say that anyway? You could’ve just said no.”

“I think you like her and you’re being mean so that she wont like you back because you’re afraid,” Ororo said after a moment of silence. 

Logan sat quiet for a moment, his hands still over his face.

“Am I that easy to read?” His voice was muffled through his hands.

The rest of them couldn’t help exchanging knowing smiles.

“So you finally admit it,huh? You’ve got a crush,” Scott teased.

Logan moved his hands from his eyes to glare daggers at him, “you shut your fucking mouth or I’ll shove that monopoly board where the sun doesn’t shine.”

“I think that’s a yes,” Jean whispered to her boyfriend.

“Talk to her when you see her tomorrow. We’re not going to let you hurt her feelings just because you can’t accept your own,” Ororo advised, lightly patting him on the shoulder.

“Do you think she’s even gonna talk to me?”

“Only one way to find out.”

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Logan tried to catch up with you the next day, always seeing you as you were leaving a room he was entering or passing by and even then, you ignored his calls of your name.

It was a little after dinner now and because it was a weekend, a couple of kids were up playing the PlayStation in the living room. Bobby and Marie sat with them, taking turns with the controllers. 

Logan entered the room after about three laps around the mansion, mentioning your name to the both of them.

“Have you guys seen her? I’ve been trying to talk to her all day, she keeps running from me.”

“Can’t really blame her,” Bobby muttered, his eyes never leaving the TV screen as he button smashed. 

“She’s in her room,” Marie answered before Logan could come up with a retort, “she went up before dinner, said she wasn’t hungry.”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair, “she’s skipping dinner now too, great.”

“Go talk to her!” She insisted, shooing him away with a wave of her hand.

He made his way to the stairs and up to your bedroom, knocking lightly on your door. Hearing nothing, he knocked again, a little harder. Still, nothing. 

“You can’t avoid me forever, you know. I wanna talk about yesterday, I was a dick.”

Silence. Now he was a little worried. He tentatively grabbed the doorknob and turned, cracking it open a bit.

Your bed was made, your desk was neatly organized and you were nowhere to be seen. He noticed your purse was gone from the usual spot you’d leave it in and your closet was open, a couple garments and some shoes strewn about on the floor. It looked like you’d gotten dressed and dipped. He figured maybe Ororo or Jean might know where you were, leaving your room and looking for them instead. He found them shortly after, huddled in the kitchen. Again, he asked if either of them knew where you were.

“She’s in her room, she went up before dinner,” Ororo answered.

“No, she’s not. And her purse is gone.”

Both women turned to each other with the same worried expression.

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Having tried your cellphone about thirteen times from just about everybody’s phones, they all decided they had to tell Charles. He used his ability to connect with every mutant on the planet to try and locate you, visualizing with his eyes closed. Everyone stood in his study, anxiously awaiting his conclusion. After a moment of silence, he started to silently chuckle to himself.

“What’s so funny?” Logan asked immediately, crossing his arms and furrowing his eyebrows.

“I’m afraid you all have your work cut out for you,” he replied, finally opening his eyes.

“So, where is she?” Ororo asked, worry in her voice. 

“There is a club called The Nightcrawler - “ Charles began to explain, but Logan interjected impatiently. 

“Club? What, like a book club?” He nearly scoffed. There was no way you were at some sleazy nightclub in the city. You were a homebody and an introvert, neither of which made clubbing enjoyable. 

“Maybe we should just let her have fun,” Jean began to say, but Logan was already halfway out the door.

Uncharacteristically, you found yourself dressed to the nines in the middle of a dance floor full of people. You’d spent a while trying outfits in your room, searching for something you could actually wear out that wasn’t sweatpants and a hoodie. You’d settled on a halter top that tied at your neck and in the back and a pair of ridiculously tight pants that you’d bought forever ago and never had the guts to wear. You ended up standing in front of the mirror, choosing a pair of very cute but very uncomfortable shoes and looking over the outfit. If you weren’t Logan’s ‘type of girl’, you sure as hell were somebody’s. Trying to get yourself out there may be the best solution to forgetting the heart-crushing infatuation you had with your best friend who would never see you as anything more. 

“I feel ridiculous,” you chuckled to yourself, turning in the mirror to see the back of your outfit. You did look good, just super out of your comfort zone. You grabbed your bag and ended up slipping out when everyone was eating dinner. That’s how you ended up where you were, pushing your way through the crowd of people with a drink in your hand. You passed the raised lounge area and felt a hand on your shoulder, making you turn suddenly.

“Hey, you wanna dance?”

He was tall, leaning down a little to shout over the music. He was pretty good looking but didn’t look like Logan in the slightest, which you realized was exactly the point of going out tonight. He was dressed nice and smelled like expensive cologne. 

“Sure, why not?”

As you abandoned your half finished drink on a table and let him pull you a little further into him, a familiar song started to thump through the speakers.

“I love this song!” You exclaimed, letting the nameless guy rest his hands on your hips.

S.O.S., she's in disguise

S.O.S., she's in disguise

There's a she wolf in disguise

Coming out, coming out, coming out

“Ironic,” you muttered under the music.

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Logan walked ahead of Ororo, Jean and Scott, his long legs taking him much further at a much faster pace.

“Logan, slow down!” Ororo called out, jogging a bit to catch up with him.

“What if she didn’t even want to be there? What if some guy dragged her there?”

“Oh,” Jean laughed, “ I see. You’re jealous.” 

“No.”

“Yup.”

“Nope.”

“So you’d be fine if we walked in there and she is with a guy?” 

Logan slowed his pace as they approached the entrance, “sure, whatever,” feigned disdain in his voice.

The second the door opened, the bass of the music was overwhelming. It was dim, save for a few colorful lights projecting around the room. The four of them were squished together near the door, trying to pick you out in a sea of moving people. 

“This is gonna be like finding a needle in a haystack,” Scott shouted.

“Not necessarily,” Ororo replied, a smug smile on her face.

“What?” Logan furrowed his eyebrows.

She pointed across the room and he followed her gaze.

There's a she wolf in the closet

Open up and set it free 

There's a she wolf in your closet

Let it out so it can breathe

You didn’t even look like you. He’d never seen you in anything that showed that much skin or any clothes that even hugged you like that, for that matter. 

And you were with a guy.

Sitting across a bar, staring right at her prey

It's going well so far, she's gonna get her way

“So, what did we tell you?” Jean shouted, waving her hand in front of his glaring eyes.

“Just some kid,” he replied dismissively, turning to her, “doesn’t mean anything anyway.”

“You sure?” Scott nudged his shoulder, making Logan look towards you again.

That kid had his hands up the sides of your top with his head craned down to kiss your neck, your back to his chest. You were giggling, playfully smacking his arm. Truthfully, you thought the attention was nice for a change. After trying so hard for too long to get Logan to notice you, it felt good to have someone pay attention to you in that way. 

Not looking for cute little divos or rich city guys

I just want to enjoy 

By having a very good time

And behave very bad in the arms of a boy

You felt his hands squeeze your hips a little harder, enough for his nails to dig into your skin. Out of instinct, you felt your canine teeth start to poke against your lower lip. You tried in vain to tug his hands from you, only making him tighten his grip.

The switch in demeanor was obvious even from across the dark room, your smile turning into a grimace that bared your sharp teeth. You yanked the sleeves of his jacket to make him finally let go, turning around while he still had his arms ghosted around you.

S.O.S., she's in disguise

S.O.S., she's in disguise

“Touch me like that again, you son of a bitch, and I will rip you to fucking shreds.”

You gathered fistfuls of his shirt, bringing him down to eye level so he could see your snarling teeth and gleaming eyes as a hint that you weren’t bluffing. 

There's a she wolf in disguise

Coming out, coming out, coming out

Before anyone could even tell him to stay put, Logan had already disappeared into the crowd of people.

“God damn it,” Scott huffed, following Jean and Ororo when they went after him. 

“Logan!” Jean yelled, trying to grab his jacket to slow him and only having him slip out of her grip. 

There's a she wolf in the closet

Let it out so it can breathe

“Shit, I’m kinda into the fangs. What, you gonna bite me?” He was whispering in your ear, your hands still on his shirt. Before you could do something you were going to regret, you felt someone tug your upper arm and pull you away from him.

“Come on,” Logan snapped, “we’re leaving.”

“What the hell are you doing here? What do you mean we?” You yelled back. You didn’t want to stay anywhere near that guy but you weren’t ready to leave either and sure as hell not with Logan dragging you out like an angry parent.

“Hey, she doesn’t really look like she wants to leave with you, man,” the other guy interjected, keeping a grip on you by looping his fingers through one of the belt loops on your pants. 

“Yeah? She doesn’t want to stay with you either, jackass,” Logan moved his hand from your arm to hold your hand instead, “she’s not interested.”

What the hell had gotten into him? You felt like you were in the middle of a tug of war with two dogs. 

“No one’s gonna fucking ask what I want, right?” You tried to complain, neither of them hearing you. 

“Your little doggy girlfriend here was just about to take care of me. You mad about it?” The other guy laughed and you nearly lunged at him, Logan’s hand tugging you back. He intended to pull you away so he could get to him first, but Scott, Jean and Ororo jumped in just in time. 

“Alright - enough, enough, we’re leaving!” Jean yelled, pushing you all towards the door, Logan dragging you the whole way. When you finally were out in the cool evening air, you angrily yanked your hand from his.

“What are you guys doing here?” You asked, turning to Logan, “and what the fuck was that?”

“What was that? You’re welcome - “ 

“I didn’t ask you to come save me - from what, having a good time?”

“Oh, yeah, it looked like you were having a lot of fun,” he scoffed, “he had you by the hip so hard he probably left a bruise.”

He instinctively reached his hand out to check and you swatted it away, “Don’t - Don’t touch me!”

None of them had ever heard you sound so pissed off and you’d definitely never snapped at Logan like that before. 

You took a deep breath and reached down to slip off your shoes, leaving you barefoot on the concrete. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologized to the rest of them,” but why are you guys here?”

“You left without saying anything, we couldn’t find you and we wanted to be sure you were safe,” Ororo sighed, hugging you in relief, “we’re so glad you’re okay.” 

You hugged her back.

“I just - I wanted to disappear for a while,” you explained apologetically, avoiding Jean and Scott’s gaze. 

“Do you know how stupid it was to run off and not tell anyone where you were going?” Logan scolded you, but Jean clicked her tongue at him.

“Shut it! Enough from you! You’ve done enough damage control!”

The ride home was almost silent, your tired body slumped in the backseat between Scott and Jean, until Ororo spoke from the front passenger seat.

“Honey, I don’t mean this in a bad way, but,” she paused, thinking over her words, “what were you gonna do to that guy if we hadn’t stopped you?”

You understood what she meant immediately. 

“What, you think I was going to kill him?” you asked, crossing your arms and leaning forward in your seat, “I wasn’t. I don’t do that unless I have to and you know even then I hate doing it.”

“I know…so, what were you doing with a guy like him anyway?” she asked, trying to move on from the question that had clearly made you upset, “he seemed kinda shady.”

Logan was gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were white, dreading the answer.

You shrugged your shoulders, staring at the synthetic fabric of your pants.

“Liked the attention, I guess,” you answered honestly, kind of hoping you could throw anyone off the idea of you being interested in Logan, “it’s been awhile since a guy has liked me like that.”

“He only wanted one thing from you anyway,” he scoffed from the front seat. Ororo glared at him, about to tell him to mind his business before you stopped her.

“And I can’t want it either?”

That shut everybody up and Ororo turned to him again, a look on her face that said ‘you asked, you got the answer’.

You tried to bolt to your room when you all got home but Logan was quick to follow, catching up with you to stand in your path in the hallway outside of your bedroom. 

“What’s going on with you?”

“Leave me be.”

You tried to dodge around him but he stuck his arm out. 

“Logan.”

He raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue speaking.

“Move.”

“I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me what’s going on with you. You don’t disappear like that, ever. And I wanna talk to you about last night - “

“There’s nothing to talk about. Goodnight,” you huffed, ducking under his arm and opening your door.

“I care about you, you know, I was worried,” he began to explain.

You tried to slam the door in his face but he stuck his foot out, jamming his boot between the door and the doorframe. You let go in defeat and turned away, gathering your pajamas as if he wasn’t in the room.

“Yeah? Why?,” you scoffed, trying with everything in you to bite your tongue but failing miserably, “I’m not your type of girl. What’s there to worry about?”

Logan’s face fell. He pushed the door closed behind him. 

“Is that what this is about? That’s why you went out?”

“Why do you care?” 

You still had your back to him, furiously shuffling through clothing in your dresser.

“Stop.” 

You felt his hands on your arms as he came up behind you, paralyzing you in your spot.

You let him turn you around gently, almost chest to chest.

“I didn’t mean that.”

“You don’t have to lie to spare my feelings -“

“I’m not.”

He leaned back a little to force you to look him in the eye.

“I only said that - listen, I only said that because - “ Logan paused, biting his lip till it nearly bled, but you shook your head and slipped by him again.

“Please, don’t treat me like I’m stupid, Logan.”

You sounded so exasperated, tears forming in your eyes when you turned your back to him.

“Fuck,” he sighed, “I only said that because I didn’t want you to like me.”

You wiped the tear that rolled down your cheek and turned back to him, a confused expression on your face.

“It worked, are you happy?”

“No, I’m not - “

“Well, guess it backfired. Get out of my room.”

You were face to face again, keeping your mouth in a tight line so your lip wouldn’t quiver. It felt stupid to cry in front of him, but you couldn’t really help it once it started. 

“Oh, god, please, don’t cry,” he begged, leaning down and actually bringing a hand up to your face to wipe away a tear that rolled down your cheek. You wanted to smack it away, tell him again to just get the hell out , but you couldn’t.

“Why would you do that?” You mumbled out quietly, finally letting the overwhelming feeling of sadness cancel out any rage you had for him. You couldn’t look him in the eye again, concentrating on the throw rug you were standing on.

“I’m so sorry, princess, I am. I’m really fucking stupid,” he huffed. 

You were surprised by the softness of his voice and finally tore your eyes from the floor. He’d called you that before, but usually in a teasing way. This time it sounded endearing, like a plea of your name. 

“And what happened there, at the club? ‘She’s not interested’, what was that about?” You continued.

He sighed, still trying to figure out what exactly it was that he wanted to say. He realized there probably wasn’t much of a way to beat around the bush and he groaned, closing his eyes as he stood in front of you to make spilling his guts a little less agonizing.

“I like you - like you a lot, and I was an asshole because I figured if you hated me, you couldn’t like me back and it would save you the trouble.”

Hearing no response, he finally opened his eyes to see you still standing in the same spot, your lips parted.

“Save me the trouble of what?”

You were confused, your eyes narrowed as if you were angry.

“I don’t know…having to deal with me, I guess. I - I’ve never felt the way I feel about you for anyone else and it scares the shit out of me.”

You could hear him swallow hard, his eyes looking everywhere around the room except at you. 

“And earlier, when we picked you up,” he continued, “I acted like that because I was jealous, alright? Can’t stand to see some asshole on you like that, and you were dressed all nice and - I don’t know.”

You’d never heard him sound so nervous in all the time you’d known him.

“You are my type of girl,” he finally choked out, “only type of girl I’d ever want.”

All you could do was inhale sharply, his words echoing in your mind. 

“It’s alright if you hate me, I can’t say I really blame you. Fuck, I’m sorry.”

He began to walk out, convinced he’d fucked up beyond repair.

“Logan.”

Your voice stopped his hand from turning your doorknob and he turned back to you. 

No longer crying, you tentatively stepped forward a bit, nervously playing with the front hem of your top. 

“You’re not something to deal with, you know,” you muttered, letting your hair fall in front of your face.

You supposed this was the point where it was your turn to explain.

“I’ve liked you for a long time, Logan, probably since the day I walked in here and I just - I think I wanted someone to distract me so I wouldn’t wallow in self pity because you didn’t want me.”

“You were trying to get over me,” he realized aloud, a small smile on his face to hide the hurt, “I deserved that.”

After a moment of tense silence, he spoke again.

“Did it work?”

His voice was low and soft, a tone you’d rarely heard him speak with.

You pursed your lips and finally lifted your head, taking a deep breath. 

“No. I don’t think it was ever going to, either,” you laughed a little, “when that guy asked me to dance, the first thing I thought of was that he didn’t look anything like you.”

Your voice trailed off a little at the end, a little embarrassed to confess that even if Logan had already flat out told you he was interested in you.

Without another word, he came close enough to reach for your hands and gently intertwine your fingers with his. He cleared his throat, nervously chewing his bottom lip before he spoke.

“Can I kiss you?”

You must have had this dream a million times over, waking up night after night and feeling so empty because none of it was real. But now, with his hands in yours, it was very real.

You eagerly pressed your lips to his, not wanting to waste another second. His lips were soft and you were encompassed in the scent of his body wash and cologne, smelling of pine and cedar wood. You brought your hands up to play with his hair at the back of his head. Logan moved his arms to wrap around your waist, pulling you further into him. 

When you finally pulled away from each other, you were both smiling like idiots.

“We should’ve done that much sooner,” you giggled.

“Agreed.”

His fingers traced small circles on the exposed skin of your back, making you shiver.

He kissed you again, this time with much more intensity. It wasn’t long before your tongues were in each other's mouths and you both had fumbled yourselves over to the end of your bed.

“Wanted you for so long,” he mumbled between kissing your neck and jaw, his hands still sliding up and down your back, “I was so stupid.”

“We both were,” you giggled a little, cut short into a moan when he licked your neck all the way from your collarbone to under your ear.

“L-Logan,” you gasped, unable to hide your blushing face.

He hummed into your neck, bringing his mouth to your ear, “Can I show you how sorry I am? Let me make it up to you.”

His voice made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and you let him pull you onto him to straddle his lap, lost in the feeling of his hands on you.

“Mmm, uh-huh,” you hummed, mouth hung open as he sucked light marks into your neck. 

“You have to use your words, pretty girl,” he brought his head up to rest his forehead against yours. He cupped your jaw tenderly, almost as if you’d disappear if he let go. 

Before you could answer, he moved his hands to drag your hips over his, grunting when he felt the pressure.

“Y-yes, yeah - please,” you choked out between moans, tugging his hair harder every time he pushed and pulled your hips.

“Please what, baby?”

“You - you can make it up to me,” you groaned into his neck. 

He effortlessly lifted you by your thighs and laid you with your back to the bed. You untucked his white t-shirt from his jeans as he crawled over you, desperate to get your hands underneath it. You lightly scratched your nails along his back, making him groan into your ear. He kissed down your neck to the center of your chest, gently slipping his fingers under the hem of your top and around the back. 

“Can I take this off you, baby?”

You were already sitting up before he could finish his sentence, reaching to try and untie the knot at the back of your neck.

“Eager, huh?”, he chuckled, “let me, sweetheart.”

He wrapped his arms around your lower back to tug at the knot, feeling it come loose in his hands. He snaked his hands up to the back of your neck, doing the same to the tied strings there. When it came loose, the only thing holding the piece of fabric to you was his hands at the back of your neck. He let it slip from his fingers, a smirk on his face when it fell completely.

You threw the garment somewhere to the floor and tugged on the collar of his t-shirt, bringing him down with you as laid back again and pressed your lips to his. He pulled back for a moment to yank his shirt off and immediately return his mouth to yours, making his way down to your neck. He brought both his hands to your chest and swept his thumbs over your hard nipples, eventually bringing his lips to them and sucking. 

“Ah - Logan,” you whined, making him smile against your skin.

“I like it when you say my name, pretty girl,” he mumbled, dragging his fingers down your sides and hooking them into the waistband of your pants. He kissed all the way down to your hips, moving himself to lay on his stomach with his head between your thighs. 

Before he could ask you if it was alright to rid you of them, you were already unbuttoning your pants and pushing them down your hips and thighs. He took them off the rest of the way for you and you kicked your panties off with them.

He hooked his arms around your thighs to pull you closer, licking his lips and resting his cheek on the inside of your thigh.

“I thought about you a lot, you know - like this,” he huffed, his warm breath fanning over your pussy.

You had your hands in his hair already, swiping fallen strands of hair out of his face.

“I thought about you like this, too,” you admitted, sighing as he started to plant kisses right above where you wanted him the most.

“Yeah?”

His teasing voice brought goosebumps to your skin and you nodded, gasping when you finally felt his lips graze your clit.

“This what you think about when you fuck yourself?” He mumbled into you, the vibration of his voice making you tighten your grip in his hair. He growled like an animal, trying to push you even further into his mouth by the grip on your thighs.

You were trying to choke out an answer, distracted by the wet sounds of him messily eating you out.

“Y - ah, yes, yeah - not as good as the real thing, though.”

He laughed with his mouth still attached to you and you tightened your thighs around his head, keeping him in place.

He could have spent hours with his mouth to your cunt, practically fucking you with his tongue while you whined his name. 

A knock on your door sounded through the room, the both of you freezing in place.

“Hey, I just wanted to check on you. Are you feeling okay?”

It was Scott.

 You grimaced, thankful at the very least that your door was locked, but Logan had a terribly smug smirk on his face. 

“Y-yeah, I’m alright, just - just tired,” you managed to choke out, stuttering when you felt two of his fingers slip into you effortlessly.

“You sure?”

You sighed, hating and loving Logan at the same time for what he was doing. 

“Yup, th-thank you, m’ jus’ gonna go to bed.”

Scott responded with a goodnight and you groaned in relief when you heard him walk away.

Logan was curling his fingers inside of you, still lapping at your pussy and letting you use your grip on his hair to angle his head however you wanted him. You felt the pressure in your lower stomach rise and you tried to warn him, tugging on the hair on the back of his head.

“Logan, I’m - “

“C’mon, pretty girl, c’mon.”

His encouragement sent you over the edge, euphoria blooming from your lower stomach and spreading through you. You had to cover your mouth to muffle your pornographic moans, but Logan reached up to tug your wrist.

“Uh-uh, wanna hear you, beautiful,” he mumbled into you, practically pushing your thighs even further around his head.

“Fuck, L-Logan, too - too sensitive,” you stuttered out, trying to pull his face away by his hair and failing miserably because of his grip around your thighs.

He eventually reluctantly detached himself and crawled back on top of you, sucking the taste of you off his fingers. 

“I could do that for hours, you know, if you let me,” he groaned, pulling your hips up to him so you could feel the weight of his hard cock underneath his jeans.

Still sensitive, you reactively gripped his biceps and dug your fingernails into his skin. You were going to apologize and were quickly cut off by the guttural moan he let out into the side of your neck.

“Fuck,” he groaned, rocking his hips against yours.

“You’re into pain, huh?” 

You figured it was your turn to tease him, dragging your fingernails from his shoulders all the way down his back.

“You’re gonna pay for that, pretty girl,” he grunted, moving quickly to undo his belt and strip himself of the rest of his clothing. 

When his cock sprung up and hit his stomach as he took off his boxers, you swallowed hard; already feeling a wanting ache in your stomach again. You figured he was big - he was already a tall guy, after all - but he was far bigger than any guy you’d ever seen. Logan noticed the way you bit your lower lip, resting himself on top of you again and bringing his thumb up to pull your lip from under your teeth.

“What, are you nervous? It’s alright sweetheart, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

His voice was so soft and gentle, a tone you rarely ever heard from him. 

You could feel the weight of his cock against your inner thigh, heavy and already leaking. 

“ ‘m not nervous, I want you, please,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist. You reached your hand between your bodies to line him up with your entrance, trying to push him in with your legs around his waist. 

“You sure?” he huffed, trying with every muscle in his body to not slam into you in one thrust. 

You nodded eagerly, scratching at his lower back. 

Logan couldn’t help himself and gave in, slipping himself into you.

“So tight,” he groaned into your neck, pushing himself in even further.

“You - fuck - you’re so fucking big,” you admitted truthfully, nearly drooling at the feeling of him stretching you out. 

“Feels good?”

It was hard for him to speak when you were so wet that he was nearly slipping out of you as he gently rocked his hips back and forth, trying to be gentle and let you adjust to his size. 

“Mm - uh-uh,” you hummed, gasping each time he pushed further.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” he huffed and you groaned, digging your nails into him. 

“Y-yes, yeah - want you all the way in,” you whimpered.

That was all it took for him to be buried in you, grinding his hips into yours so that you were pinned to the mattress. 

He worked up to a devastating pace, practically slamming your headboard into the wall.

“S-someone’s gonna - someone’s gonna hear us,” you managed to gasp out, out of breath every time he filled you and pulled back again. 

“Don’t care, let ‘em,” he pressed his forehead to yours, bringing a hand up to your face to affectionately cup your cheek. It was so sweet and almost disgustingly hot, the caring gesture contrasting the intense feeling of him repeatedly slamming into the sensitive spot inside of you. 

He really didn’t have a care in the world about who heard you both, far too lost in the feeling of finally being able to have you under him like that. You had sweat soaked strands of hair stuck to your face, your eyes squeezed shut, and he was almost sure you’d never looked more beautiful. 

“So fucking pretty,” he huffed, his thumb swiping your bottom lip. He had an idea, one he’d considered many times when he thought of you under him like this.

“Bite me.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, threading your hand through his hair, “are you sure?”

“Please.”

You forcibly unsheathed your fangs, letting them tentatively poke at his thumb that was still to your lips.

He moved his hand to your throat, resting it there without tightening his grip. 

“Please.”

His pleading had the heat in your lower stomach rising and you obliged, sinking your teeth into his shoulder. You felt guilty - you didn’t enjoy hurting people - until he was whimpering in your ear, moaning your name over and over again. 

You bit his neck, his shoulders, his lip - all the small puncture wounds healing themselves within seconds. 

Having him so pussy drunk and groaning praises into your ear brought the pressure in your lower stomach to a max and you cried out his name, letting him fuck you through your second orgasm. 

“ ‘s good, huh, princess? Come on me, c’mon,” he was begging, feeling your muscles tense around him. That drove him over the edge, his hips rutting into you and his thrusts becoming sloppy. He finally let himself go, filling you and letting it drip from you onto the sheets. He pulled back a little to see the mess you had both made, your inner thighs painted with a mix of his release and yours. He went to pull out completely and you clamped your thighs around his hips again, keeping him still.

“Want me to stay?”

“Mhm - please.”

The sexual tension was replaced with loving comfort, Logan keeping you to his chest as he laid you both on your side. His chin rested on the top of your head and your face was against his chest with your eyes closed. You smiled at the thump of his heartbeat in your ear, nearly letting it put you to sleep. 

“Hey, pretty girl,” he mumbled into your hair, planting a kiss on the top of your head, “you know I love you?”

The last three words made your eyes shoot open and you looked up at him, worried you’d misheard him or maybe he was just messing with you.

“Really?”

“Of course. You think I would’ve done that with you if I wasn’t in love?”

You thought hard for a second, realizing he was right. It wasn’t that he hadn’t had hookups before, but it had been quite a long time since he’d bothered to even get to know someone like that. He wasn’t the type to lead you on, either - always up front with you, even if he didn’t have to be. 

“I love you too,” you answered, unable to hide the wide smile on your face.

“I should’ve told you much sooner,” he sighed, his eyes fluttering closed as you snuggled into him again.

Before you could both fall asleep from exhaustion, he yanked the comforter over the both of you, hearing you mumble sleepily.

“You can make it up to me some more.”

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A/N: If you made it to the end I love you <3 pls lmk what you think and reblog+like if you enjoyed!! also still navigating how to write smut without using cringe terminology so forgive me if that part sucks

[moved-to-slayfk]

posting here because this just doesn’t feel right to talk about in the horseimagebarn voice but this is extremely important to talk about.

my partner and i have returned to our hometown to stay with her family and my own has gotten a hotel here too (they moved to the town we currently live in after we did) so we are all safe and out of the thick of it

however there are tens of thousands of people who are not both in my own town and in the many surrounding it. appalachia will take an extremely long time to recover from this and there are more storms on the way. all i see on social media right now is people asking for shelter because their homes have been destroyed, or people asking for help searching for family members who are missing. hundreds of trees have fallen. hundreds of homes have flooded. roads are literally falling apart. preexisting sinkholes due to shitty pipes are opening up and consuming land. dams are on the verge of bursting and the only way to stop it is to release water so quickly it floods whole towns. all but one of our cell towers are down, so only people with at&t have service and the rest can’t contact anyone. over half the town still doesn’t have power. a major water supply issue occurred and the entire town is on a water boil order with no electricity to boil with. people are trapped in their homes and workplaces or out on the street because they have nowhere to go. law enforcement is blocking off roads but trapping people in the process. people have to be rescued by helicopter. our animal shelter has no water or power and boarding facilities have been flooded. entire villages like chimney rock nc are gone, and entire cities like asheville are cut off from the rest of the state and are completely inaccessible. ALL OF THE ROADS IN WESTERN NORTH CAROLINA ARE CLOSED. 400+ roads are closed because they are unsafe . that is INSANE!!!

when people say that climate change isn’t real, they don’t know what they’re talking about. climate change and its father capitalism are only going to continue to worsen lives in every way possible. i live in the mountains and our infrastructure is completely unprepared to handle hurricanes and it’s only going to get worse. it’s such a strange and eye-opening experience to live something like this when you think that it could never happen to you because that type of weather shouldn’t reach you in your environment. climate change doesn’t care where you live. it’s real.

western north carolina and the rest of the southeast that has been hit by helene need help. more people need to be talking about this so that the government DOES SOMETHING because the government historically fucking hates appalachia and it still does!!! the major state institution near me took DAYS to respond despite being the only place in town with power and wifi connection because they had to wait for the state to approve their response—they could have allowed thousands of people to evacuate days prior to the hurricane hitting us but they didn’t do anything before or after until it was too late!!! it’s bullshit!!! PLEASE get talking about this because something has to be done. climate change is going to continue happening and our mountains and the people in them are going to suffer immensely. hundreds if not thousands are now homeless. please talk about this look at the footage online of the wreckage and look how quickly our infrastructure crumbled. we need better. the people of appalachia deserve better.

i’ll get back to posting horses soon. but for now this is a lot. my friends are homeless and my family had to get off the mountain or be trapped there without power and water for days. we’re all safe but exhausted. i hope everyone who has been affected by this is staying safe. if you are in western nc, dm me. when i come back, if you’re in my area, im happy to bring supplies. stay safe everyone

[fastandcarlos]

The Littlest Surprise » Daniel Ricciardo

caption: hello im a new f1 content creator and would love some feedback if you enjoy my fics tysm 🩷

summary: you’ve not been seen at the paddock for a while and the fans are getting worried, little do they know the reason for your absence is about to make everyone’s dreams come true

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danielricciardo: always a pleasure to have the fam on my side, excited to show the little ones what uncle danny gets up to 🥺

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username1: is this yet another race y/n won’t be at this weekend??

username2: I cannot wait for the day that this man becomes a dad

username3: if y/n doesn’t hurry up and make him a dad…daniel i’m happy to offer my services 😊

maxverstappen1: how big is y/n/n now! she looks so grown up 🥺

danielricciardo: @/maxverstappen1 she’ll be 6 soon, where does the time go??

oscarpiastri: don’t forget your little adopted aussie nephew

landonorris: and your british nephew too!!

danielricciardo: @/oscarpiastri @/landonorris hey! i might be a bit older but not old enough to be your uncle thank you

username4: anyone else think something might be going on, daniel posting about his family without y/n there is strange

username5: @/username4 let’s not overthink this too much, y/n might just be busy

username4: @/username5 it’s been ages since we last saw her, you gotta admit it’s a bit sus

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danielricciardo: another great weekend of racing, nice feeling to be back on the podium…man how I missed hearing that champagne pop 🏎️

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charles_leclerc: congrats brother, nice to be up there with you once again

username6: y/n not distracting you anymore to stop you getting on the podium??

username7: @/username6 wtf? why would you suggest such a thing?

carlossainz55: always knew you’d be back up there one day, long may it continue!

yukitsunoda0511: you gotta give me some tips bro, those manoeuvres were lethal today 🔥

pierregasly: danny ric just doing danny ric things

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danielricciardo: hey team! just wanted to clear up some things after miami this weekend…me and y/n are absolutely fine, had some things going on that I promise we’ll explain soon ❤️❤️ for now tho, here’s an update on life recently ☁️✨

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ynusername: 🥺🥺🥺🥺

username8: I knew you guys would be okay, take as long as you need my two favourites!!

username9: a big screw you to those who doubted you…real fans love you guys

landonorris: I love you guys, here if you need anything brother ❤️

username10: hope whatever is going on clears up soon, we’re missing you guys around here🩷

lilymhe: tell y/n to gimme a call! ily guys ✨

visacashapprb: can’t wait to welcome y/n back into the paddock soon - see you for race week!

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liked by danielricciardo, iamrebeccad and 310,409 others

ynusername: it’s been a long few months, but we finally feel ready to share with you our happy news. pregnancy has been tough, I’d love to say it has treated me well, but it hasn’t. I cannot thank daniel enough for being by my side and helping me out whenever I’ve needed him…baby spam incoming ⛅️🍼

ps. each of us chose a picture to share, guess who chose what 🙄

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danielricciardo: words cannot begin to describe how proud I am of how brave you’ve been, the worst of it is over now my love, the countdown to baby ricciardo starts now

danielricciardo: ps my photo is way cooler than yours is

landonorris: omg I can’t believe you guys didn’t tell me, uncle Lando reporting for duty!

carlossainz55: the biggest congratulations you two, you’re going to be the best parents

carmenmmundt: so glad to hear y/n is doing better, may the rest of your pregnancy be a dream ✨

lilymhe: the strongest girl I know - so excited to see you become a mum 😍

username11: all my manifesting has paid off, baby ricciardo will be the luckiest

oscarpiastri: AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE!!

estebanocon: my spidey senses were spot on, I knew a baby was on the way!

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ynusername: life lately 💫 exhausted but loving all the little things (including daniel 😂)

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username12: y/n looks like she’s living the dream, mum life suits her well 🥺

danielricciardo: im definitely not a “little thing” how else did we end up like this?

landonorris: @/danielricciardo excuse me sir you are about to have a child, sort your humour out

maxverstappen1: glad to see you’re feeling more like yourself again y/n, brunch on me soon!

ynusername: @/maxverstappen1 yes - let’s not tell daniel #gatecrasher

danielricciardo: @/ynusername you know your comments are public…right?

username13: anyone else wishing they could brunch with y/n too??

lance_stroll: sending all the good book recs your way!

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danielricciardo: babymooning 🍼 the smile says it all, so happy to have my girl back on her feet and feeling like herself again…making the last few memories just the two of us 🥺

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ynusername: thank you for the best couple of days and being my personal taxi driver

username14: look at his face - you can tell daniel is buzzing to be a dad

pierregasly: where was my invite?? I thought we were friends

carlossainz55: and mine!

georgerussell63: me too!

landonorris: looks like we were all forgotten!

visacashapprb: enjoy the break daniel! you and y/n absolutely deserve it 🏁🩷

username15: i speak for all your fans when i say keep the holiday photos coming pls

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liked by ynusername, georgerussell63 and 920,355 others

danielricciardo: mum and dad 🔥🥺

tagged: ynusername

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landonorris: adopt me pls, im less problematic than a baby

danielricciardo: @/landonorris debatable

lewishamilton: so glad to see you both so happy, good luck with everything

charles_leclerc: wow!! y/n looks insane (suppose you look alright too daniel!)

ynusername: mum and dad?? i can definitely get used to hearing that 🤩

alex_albon: it’s not fair how adorable you two are, this kid is hella lucky!!

username16: pls keep the baby spam coming, you guys are the sweetest 🍼💫

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liked by lilymhe, yukitsunoda0511 and 109,446 others

ynusername: the many faces of a man who has just remembered he’s just signed up for no sleep for the next 10 years 😂

tagged: danielricciardo

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danielricciardo: after all I’ve done for you, this is how you repay me? you just wait my love 🫢

ynusername: @/danielricciardo this was too good of an opportunity to miss

carlossainz55: make the most of that middle photo whilst you can danny

georgerussell63: you have NO idea how much I just laughed at this y/n 😂😂😂

schecoperez: speaking from experience, you could not be more correct y/n #dannynosleep

username17: embarrassing dad before even becoming a dad 😬

oscarpiastri: call me for anymore embarrassing daniel pics 😂

danielricciardo: @/oscarpiastri no one asked for you to show up here

username18: I just want you to be my mum and dad instead 😭

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ynusername: can you believe this man is really about to become a father?? 🤦🏻‍♀️

32,694 comments

charles_leclerc: sometimes i really do wonder what you see in him y/n

landonorris: the biggest clown known to man, still the world’s biggest kid 😂😂

danielricciardo: is that really how you want to talk about the father of your child? I thought you were supposed to love me

ynusername: @/danielricciardo i do, ily very much 🥰

username17: not y/n releasing all the humiliating photos of daniel now they’re about to be parents

username18: y/n’s clearing the phone album for baby spam and giving us daniel spam in return

logansargeant: more to the point, this is the guy you chose as the father of your child??

lilymhe: the two of you are perfect for each other y/n ❤️

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liked by ynusername, oscarpiastri and 1,403,407 others

danielricciardo: welcome to the world baby ricciardo 💕

after a lot of hardships and tricky times, y/n and i are beyond excited to share with you that our little one is here. everyone is safe, loved and doing well, my heart has never felt so full 🥺

tagged: ynusername

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can you imagine if like. object show characters were active on tumblr . i mean fans on here but his account is dead so. i mean itd be fun

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HELLO??

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My best friend is pacing around my lab. I think a new episode's come out on one of his shows...

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i love shrimpy but it feels like he rlly doesnt ... get what i mean you know 😔 at least hes trying to cheer me up? i just wish i had someone to really talk to when it comes to these weird things i keep seeing

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hey, i completely understand how you feel! im going to be busy the next few days with a finale, but ive sent you a dm if you need someone to talk to ^-^

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thanks, ill take you up on that later!

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...suitcase?

#i dont think shes been online since that last post #i hope shes alright...

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Reblogging this every time I miss my co-hosts!

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Are you Okay

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Take a wild guess.

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why do people keep messaging me about hotel things?? i barely even go in two's hotel!

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yowie, you all need a hug :(!!

#especially you baseball guy!!! #im giving everyone in the comments a nice warm soft cookie

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Reblog if you think Flower winning BFB was a good choice, you like cheesecake, you hate Steve Cobs, you think Platinum is annoying, you're a fan of Dr. Fizz, you watch Jasonville TV, you think Glowstick's elimination was deserved, or you're gay

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GET OFF OF TUMBLR.

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YOU HAVE??? A TUMBRL???????

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...no.

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reblog if u dont have a tumblr

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Oh my god I finally got this thing to connect to the internet. Okay.

Hello, Tumblr, my name is Liam Plecak. I'm sorry for the tag spam, but this is an urgent enough matter that I think warrants it.

For the past year and a half, I've been trapped in another universe with little-to-no communication to anyone else. I've been reading a few posts here and there, and I think some of you might be able to help with freeing me and my friends (I think some of you have powers?). Below is an in-depth description of where I am, what happened, and who did this to me. Please, if you can help, send me an ask.

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I'm sorry what