#if i ever open anon asks again please group your asks together into one or two longer ones

[the-travelling-witch]

so this is the last time i'm making a post like this bc honestly i don't want to encourage (what i assume to be one person) sending multiple asks, when i've expressed on multiple occasions that im much more comfortable with packing all of it into one ask

i know that sounds so rude of me and if it had been a one time thing i wouldn't have said anything but apparently it's affecting me to a point where i'd rather close anon asks + i feel like if i already express my boundaries i’d also like them to be met, i think that's fair considering it's my blog

i read through the post i made last year when a similar thing happened and i closed anon asks and honestly a lot of it is still applicable rn, so i'll reblog it after this as a reminder (though it can always be found in my rules)

anyway into the last anon asks i got before closing them

[re: this ask]

yes, i said what i said, heizou (in this au) has always had them, as i’ve said here and on his aesthetic page

well i can see why people would call it purple (bc of ei, inazuma, electro etc) but i think in that regard it’s even more important that it’s a different shade; but yeah, it probably looked more purple(ish) during his fatui days since his outfit had more purples and reds in it (i know the ask wasn’t that serious but i love reading into stuff okay ㅠㅠ)

[re: this au]

first of all, i hope your eye is okay!!

i really like the au and want to keep writing for it bit by bit as inspo gets to me; also i personally like hades a lot, the aesthetic and vibe are totally up my alley + i like the roguelite gameplay a lot, so it depends a lot on if you like that kind of stuff (if you do, i think it’s a good choice)

[re: this post]

yeah i studied it for like 7 years!!

[re: this post]

well i wouldn’t necessarily tag the yandere label on (all of) them, i don’t think it fits in this case; but yeah if the love interests wouldn’t want to make you look into the games they would not be doing their jobs lol ㅠㅠ

on that note, i’ve wanted to pick up piofiore again recently but haven’t gotten around to it yet (it’s a console game, so ikemen games are more accessible and also technically free to play, piofiore isn’t)

i honestly don’t know when season 2 started bc i wasn’t really fixating on bllk for a while, but you can clearly tell that they’re straining their animators, so i’d personally say reading the manga is the better choice atm (also bc my favourite menace is currently still manga only jshsh)

but, once again, i’m dragging people into fandoms with me, the marketing expert strikes again :]

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

500 FOLLOWERS = 500 WORDS EVENT

Surprise, Surprise | Jongho

-> Pairing: Choi Jongho x gf!Reader

-> Requested by: anon

-> Prompt: 23 - "What’s going on inside that head of yours?”

-> Warnings: hints at Non-Idol AU. Engagement (don't ask me how it turned into an engagement fic. It just did). Mentions of a surprise party (which it was originally supposed to be).

-> Word Count: 633

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Y/N and Jongho walk along the river, their hands joined together as they make their way home. They've just spent the last few hours, having lunch, shopping, and enjoying each other's company. Despite living together, life had a way of getting busy so it's been a while since they've had a day like today. And to make it even better, it's Jongho's birthday and it was a much-needed escape from their routine. They took it as a chance to reconnect and enjoy being together again, just the two of them. Jongho insisted from the moment they woke up that he didn’t need anything more than uninterrupted time together, but Y/N couldn't stop herself from buying him a few more gifts.  

Now, they’re on their way back to their apartment for a final surprise that Jongho knows nothing about. This surprise was Wooyoung and Hongjoong's idea. They wanted to do something extra special for the maknae of their friend group for his birthday. When they told Y/N what they wanted to do, she knew right away she could use their birthday pact as a distraction. A year into their relationship, they had made an agreement to take their birthdays off and celebrate the day together. She had entrusted her key to Seonghwa, knowing he would keep it safe, so they could access the apartment after the couple had left. 

Y/N glances at Jongho and notices a thoughtful expression on his face. For a brief moment, she worries he might have found out about the surprise party. She wouldn’t put it past Yeosang, San and Mingi to accidentally let it slip. "What’s going on inside that head of yours?” she asks. 

Jongho looks at her, his eyes meeting hers with a soft smile playing on his lips. “Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you,” he replies, his voice light and teasing.  

Y/N feels her cheeks grow warm as her heart flutters at his words. “You’re lucky?” she teases back, nudging him playfully with her shoulder. “I think I’m the lucky one.”  

“Seriously though,” Jongho continues, his tone shifting to something more contemplative, “I’ve been thinking about how this is my third birthday we’ve spent together and how quickly those years have gone. Those birthdays will always be special, but this one… it’s going to be extra special.” 

“Really?” she asks, a hint of confusion in her voice as he gently stops her and turns her to face him. For a moment, her heart races with worry, fearing he might have figured out the surprise. “What makes you say that?” 

Jongho’s gaze softens as he studies her, his brow slightly furrowed in thought. “I don't know," he shrugs as he reaches inside his pocket and pulls out a ring box. "Maybe it has something to do with this?"  

Y/N's worry completely disappears as her breath catches in her throat. She stares at the small velvet box in Jongho's hand, with wide eyes. “Jongho…” she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. 

He kneels down, gaining the attention of a few people that are sitting around the area. "When I said that our time together is the only birthday gift I want, I truly meant it. I can’t envision my life without you. You’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me," he says, looking up at her with his big, warm brown eyes, brimming with all the unconditional love he has for her. "I want to celebrate every birthday with you for the rest of our lives. So please, make my birthday wish come true and say you'll marry me."  

Y/N feels a smile break across her face, as tears of joy stream down her cheeks. “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!” she exclaims as she rushes forward to wrap her arms around him. 

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[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (Yandere Vampire Felix) 3.8k, vampire, fangs, blood, bullying, physical assault, harassment, kidnapping, chains, yandere, possessive, smut, non-con, dub-con, fingering, groping, penetration, blood drinking, loss of virginity, cream pie (@starillusion13)

“Please welcome our new transfer student.”

You felt kind of bad for the new kid. Transferring schools was always difficult, but doing so your senior year seemed like the worst of it. At least it wasn’t in the middle of the year.

“Would you like to introduce yourself young man? And perhaps tell us something about yourself?”

The boy scoffed. “Lee Felix.”

“… okay then, please have a seat.”

You had to admit Felix was quiet good looking, but someone like that was way out of your league. To your surprise though he sat down right next to you. That was the weirdest choice considering you sat in the front, right in the middle nonetheless. There were plenty of other open seats around too, you knew that so it made this all the stranger. You peeked back just a bit, seeing the other students whispering and looking your way. You sat alone not entirely by choice. You didn’t really have friends, and as you knew many would rather avoid the front seats. You’re more likely to get picked on up there.

Felix was quiet throughout all the morning lessons, he wouldn’t even ask to see your books, but you shared anyway. When the bell rang the other students quickly shuffled out. You were always one of the last to leave, but Felix hadn’t moved at all. You told him it was lunch time, and asked if he knew where to go. He simply nodded and you left him to his own devices. You made it to the cafeteria and got your food, sitting down in your usual spot, all alone. You were eating peacefully when a tray was suddenly set down in front of you, and Felix sat down. Once again you were shocked, more so when he spoke to you.

“Why are you alone?”

“Huh?”

“In class and here, why do you sit alone?”

“Oh… uh… I’m the smart kid… and the teacher’s pet… no one wants to hang out with that kind of person… if you want to make friends I’d recommend you sit somewhere else.”

“I can be your friend.”

“… wa… what?”

“I don’t need to be part of the social groups here and have a lot of friends, just the one will do.”

“… why me…”

“You’re pretty.” Felix smiled. “And nice.”

You felt your face heating up, and you looked away. He asked if you were alright and you nodded. That’s how your friendship began. After that day Felix was more comfortable with you, speaking freely and revealing just how chatty he really was. You adored his smile, his face full of freckles, and how sweet he really was. Although now that he seemed more alive, he was getting attention from the rest of the class. So of course that meant girls and guys alike trying to strike up a conversation, but no one ever held his interest for long.

“Why are all those girls at our table?”

“Hm?”

You followed Felix’s gaze, seeing a bunch of your classmates sitting at your usual table. There was only one empty seat left, for Felix of course.

“You can go sit over there…”

“Why would I do that?” Felix chuckled, playfully nudging you. “Come on, another empty table over here.”

Unfortunately for you Felix wasn’t the only one getting attention. In the moments you’d find yourself alone some of your other classmates would confront you.

“Felix is way out of your league, you know that right?”

“I’m not trying to date him… we’re just friends…”

“Good. Speaking of, maybe you and I should be friends.”

“She doesn’t need other friends.” Felix came over to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Get lost.”

“Why can’t we be friends? All of us together-”

“If you really wanted to be her friend you would have been one already.”

“It’s a new year. Our last one-”

“Let’s go, y/n.”

Felix pulled you along and you returned to the classroom. He didn’t comment more on that whole scene and just asked about the homework, wanting to go over his notes with you. It was nice to have such a friend, and knowing that he chose you over and over again. Although you got nervous around homecoming. You had never gone before, and even before meeting Felix you had been telling yourself to go. It was your last chance to experience a high school dance, and even if you went alone you could at least say you went. Of course now that you had Felix there was a certain idea floating around your head, but you weren’t sure he’d be up for it. Not to mention he was constantly bombarded by invitations, but he turned them all down.

“Y/n…”

“Hm? What’s up?”

“About this homecoming dance.”

“What about it?”

“Do you want to go?”

“Uh… I’ve never been to one before, but given it’s my senior year I figured I should go, so yeah, I’ll be going.”

“Cool, cool… do you… you wanna go with me?”

“Are you… are you asking me to homecoming?”

“Yes.”

“I…”

“You don’t have to!” Felix blurted out. “We can go as friends, but if you wanna do the whole matching outfits and all that stuff, like… I’m down.”

“Felix.”

“Yeah?”

“I would love to go to homecoming with you.”

“Good, yeah… we should go shopping together… figure out what color looks best on you…”

“I’d like that very much.”

It felt like such a dream that you actually got asked to homecoming. It did mean some nasty glances were thrown your way once word spread Felix was going to homecoming with you, but you didn’t care. You were too happy to let anyone kill your mood. After school one day the two of you went out to find the perfect dress and matching suit. You felt like such a princess as you tried on dresses and Felix told you that you looked good in everything. When the big day came you were so nervous, but Felix told you he’d take care of everything and that you just had to enjoy yourself. 

He wasn’t kidding about taking care of everything, as he came to pick you up in a limo, the two of you drinking non-alcoholic champagne and taking plenty of pictures together on a polaroid camera. Of course you drew attention upon arrival, but you were focused on Felix and the night ahead of you. He got you drinks and invited you out to dance, making this night unforgettable, but there was more to come. After a while of dancing Felix excused himself for a moment, and you used that time to go to the restroom to freshen up. You stared at yourself in the mirror for a while, admiring your beauty.

“Look who’s here.”

A group of girls had entered the restroom as well, looking you up and down. You ignored them and made your way to the door but some others blocked your way.

“Please step aside.”

“So you came with Felix, huh?”

“He asked me.”

“That must have made you so happy.”

“Of course. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

“It’s wrong for someone like him to be with you.”

“Whatever. Now move.”

“Bitch!”

You were shoved to the ground, and then you felt some liquid being poured onto you by some of the girls. When you got your bearings you realized they had spilled punch all over you, ruining your dress. Tears stung your eyes but you didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. You got up and pushed your way out of the restroom, running out of the gym and into the halls, needing a place to hide. The girls followed you though, telling you to pose for the picture and to stop running. You didn’t listen, although you wound up tripping over your dress and tumbling to the floor. You had cut the palm of your hand, holding it close to your chest as the other girls caught up to you.

“Come on, smile for the camera.”

“What the hell are you doing!”

Felix had stumbled upon the scene, glaring daggers at everyone around. The girls tried to explain themselves but he wasn’t having it, telling them all to leave. His voice was deep, and to a degree terrifying, so they all ran off. Once they were gone Felix focused his attention on you, taking in your distress form, then he realized you were bleeding. He gently grabbed your hand, looking at the blood.

“I’m fine… just a scra-”

Felix suddenly pulled your hand close and licked your wound, catching you off guard. You stared at him, not sure why he would do such a thing. Then he glanced up at you, lips stained red and you swear his eyes were glowing a matching crimson color.

“Felix…”

The boy opened his mouth, and you saw something like fangs before you felt a sting. Felix was on your wrist, holding your arm tight. Besides the prick you began to feel funny, a warm and pleasurable starting to spread across your body. A dopey smile began to appear on your face, your body relaxing as well. The edges of your vision were going black but you didn’t care, whatever this feeling was, you didn’t want it to end. Still, you were slipping into the darkness, feeling your head fall back and then there was nothing.

🖤

“Hm…”

As you began to regain consciousness you could feel this heaviness on your body. You were weak and could barely move, but you were alive. When you opened your eyes there was darkness with a little bit of light, and it took you a moment to adjust. You were in a small room, and as you tried to move you heard the sounds of metal. You looked down to see your hands cuffed together, the chains leading into the dark. Panic was starting to build, and when you heard a voice you yelled.

“I’m sorry…”

“… fa… Felix?”

“I didn’t mean for things to end up like this… but I can’t let my secret get exposed…”

You somehow managed the strength to sit up, finding a wall to lean against. While moving you winced, looking down at your wrist to see it was bandaged up. You carefully peeked under it, seeing two puncture wounds. The shadows around you moved and you noticed Felix sitting on the other side of the room, by a boarded up window. From what you could see he looked like his usual self, no glowing eyes this time, but given the evidence you had you figured you could make an educated guess.

“You’re a vampire.”

“… yeah…”

“That’s cool.”

“What?” Felix looked over at you. “You’re not scared or something?”

“Not really… I’ve known you for a while now… it explains why you didn’t join the social crowd… and why you’re friends with me… I’m shy and quiet…” You pulled your legs up, feeling a bit cold. “You know… I’ll keep your secret.”

“You will?”

“Not like I have other friends to tell… this is really just me learning something new about you… besides, it’ll be our secret… I like that…”

“You promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“I promise.”

From then on you grew closer, truly becoming best friends. You wanted to know more about Felix and the vampire world, and he was more than happy to tell you all about it. You felt so small hearing about what else was out there, and yet so full of wonder as to what was actually possible. Of course this also caused changes between you too. You knew Felix would never ask so one day you offered him your wrist.

“What are you doing?”

“You must be hungry… and I don’t want you to be going around hungry.”

“I bring blood bags with me.”

“Is that where you disappear too?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, if you ever want my blood, just ask.”

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t mind. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

Eventually Felix took you up on your offer, the two of you sneaking off during lunch so he could have a quick bite. It really brought some color to his skin, and you quite like the buzz it gave you. That’s how you were for the rest of the year, closer than anyone would ever know. When talks of college came up Felix suggested going to the same place, and you loved the idea. Come graduation you were both together to celebrate your achievements and the beginning of the next chapter of your lives. A journey you’d be taking on together.

🖤

University life was a whole other world. You didn’t have to fit in with a certain crowd and could just be yourself. That type of atmosphere, and having a friend like Felix by your side made you feel more relaxed. Of course you and Felix were studying different things, but you made sure to always share at least one class together. You’d hang out in between class, and after, so you maintained your close relationship. Although you couldn’t deny that Felix had been acting differently around you lately. It had been going on for a while, but now that you were actually at Uni it was a bigger deal.

“Where are you going?”

“To the library. I have a group study-”

“I’ll come with you.”

“We have this project going on, we shouldn’t have distractions.”

“Are you saying I’d distract you?”

“Of course. With that pretty face of yours we wouldn’t get any work done.”

Felix tsked. “Then I’ll wait for you, nearby.”

“Alright.”

Felix smiled and hooked your arm with his, the two of you walking together. He hung around outside your study room, waiting around like he said he would. As soon as the session was over Felix quickly pulled you away from the group, not even greeting anyone when they tried to talk to him.

“Felix-”

“I want a bite.”

“You’re lucky I’m done for the day.”

“Exactly.”

You went up to the rooftops, sneaking around security. The sun was setting and everything looked so beautiful. Before you could make a comment Felix snuck up from behind and sunk his fangs into your neck. You threw your head back, your mouth hanging open. By now you couldn’t deny how good it felt when he fed off you. He had told you it was the pheromones from his bite, which made sense. Although you had nothing to compare this feeling to. Felix took in a deep breath once he pulled away, holding you up in his arms. He gently sat you down by the entrance way, rummaging around his bag for some bandages and sugary treats.

“Felix…”

“Yes my pretty?”

“You… you wanna go… to a party…”

“What?”

“I got… invited…”

“When? By who?”

“My classmates… we should-”

“No.”

“Huh?”

“Why would we go to some party?”

“To have fun…”

“Y/n-”

“This isn’t high school anymore… I wanna come out of my shell…I-”

“I said no.”

“Why…”

“You don’t need to come out of your shell and socialize, you have me.”

“Felix-”

“I said no!”

Felix was on your neck again, and you could tell his bite went deeper this time. Despite the pleasurable feeling you had, you stayed alert, trying to get Felix off you. He was stronger than you, and by feeding off you again he was making you weak. You kept trying but he didn’t stop until your vision was mostly faded. He held your face in his hands, and you could vaguely make out his bloody face before everything went dark.

“You’re mine, only mine.”

🖤

You groaned as you regained consciousness. It took a bit to get your sight back, and when you did you were relieved to find yourself in your dorm room. You stayed at one of the co-ed dorms on campus, Felix as your roommate. You slowly sat up, grabbing your neck. Felix had never drank so much from you before, or bitten you so deeply. While you were waking up you heard some footsteps, and then Felix came into your room.

“You’re up.”

“Felix… can we talk…”

“About what?”

“You… I feel weird…”

“Sorry, I drank more than I should have… it’s just hard to resist your blood sometimes.”

“Huh?”

“The blood of a virgin has an extra sweet taste to it… but I have wanted to change that.”

“What does that mean?”

“I really can’t let anyone else have you…”

“Felix…”

He gently pet your head, a soft smile on his lips. You were still kinda out of it, and he was well aware. Next thing you knew he laid you back down and was crawling on top of you.

“Felix…”

“Sh, don’t tell me you’ve never thought about this, about us.”

“Us…”

“For over a year now it’s just been you and me, yet don’t you think we’re more.”

“…”

“Let’s make it official and be more.”

“Felix…”

He cut you off as he pressed his lips against yours. You had never kissed anyone before, and even though the situation was questionable you couldn’t help but kiss back. For a while now you had feelings for Felix, but you had no idea how to say them out loud. You feared rejection, after all, he treated you like a friend and you weren’t sure he felt the same. Now that you were here it seemed you were wrong about him. Although it didn’t change the circumstances.

“Felix…”

“Sh, I got you.”

Felix caressed your cheek for a moment before reaching over to pull off your shirt. You tried to cover yourself, feeling shy, but he pinned your arms above your head.

“I want to see everything.”

He pushed up your bra and exposed your breasts, taking them into his hands and massaging them gently. His touch felt nice against your skin. Even if he was cold to the touch you had to admit there was a warmth to his hands in the moment. After a while his hands trailed down your body, getting you out of your pants as he took one of your breasts into his mouth. You were partially afraid he’d bite you, but it was all lip and tongue action. Soon enough he tugged down your pants, his fingers running along your panties. You tried to move away but he put a hand on your chest, keeping you still.

“Don’t be afraid. This is going to feel amazing.”

“Wait… wait a second…”

“I’ve waited long enough, haven’t you?”

“Felix…”

He certainly wasn’t listening to you, caught up in his own world. He teased you for a while before moving your panties aside. His cold fingers against your sensitive folds made you shiver. These were all new sensations to you. Even in the shower you had been too scared to reach down and touch yourself, yet you had total trust in Felix right now. He only gave you a moment before he pushed a finger inside you. It was such a strange intrusion, but a second later it no longer felt weird, but nice.

Felix had been watching your face intently, making sure he wasn’t hurting you. Satisfied with your reaction he added a second finger, then a third, wanting to prep you well. He was already aching to feel your insides, having been dreaming of this moment for so long. Once he felt you were ready he undressed himself, pushing your legs apart. You looked over at Felix, noticing the red glow in his eyes. That rarely happened but it was such a sight to see. He crawled up towards you, making you feel like prey. You only caught a glimpse of his fangs before they were buried in your neck.

The tingling sensation of his bite shot throughout your whole body, and then it all changed. You felt something poking you between your legs, then you felt it stretching you open. You cried out, arms wrapping around Felix to hold onto. It was like being torn apart, but in a good way. You were experiencing something completely new, and it felt incredible. Once Felix had gotten every inch inside he began to move, rocking you back and forth. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, mouth hanging open in silent cries. Felix didn’t let up on the bite either, two pleasurable feelings mixing together to create something new.

It was all new for Felix too. Moreso as he did all this while drinking from you. The initial bite flooded his mouth with a sweet familiar taste, and then it began to taste. It became sweet in a different way, similar to how wine gets better with age. His bite went deeper as he wanted more, but hearing your cries pulled him back to reality. He could only drink so much, especially in this situation before causing you to pass out, and he wanted you conscious for this. So he shifted his focus to his movements, wanting to feel every bit of you, and watch you experience a joy only he could give you.

“Felix… fuck… fuck…”

“You’re doing so good, baby.”

“Hm… good…”

Felix wasn’t sure he ever had control once you were naked before him. He wasn’t rough, but his movements were still rough and consistent. That is until you reached your climax. You cried out Felix’s name, bunching up the bed sheet in your hands. Felix had to stop for a moment, taking in how you squeeze him so nicely, not wanting to let go. Yet he had to keep going to reach his own high and take advantage of your sensitive state. Soon enough you felt something warm between your legs, a ditzy smile on your lips. You could barely keep your eyes opened but you managed to cup Felix’s cheek. He grabbed your hand, placing a gentle kiss on it.

“You okay?”

“Hm… you…”

“That was incredible.”

“… yeah…”

“You did great.” Felix kissed your head. “You can rest now.”

“Hm… don’t… don’t go…”

“I won’t, I’m right here. I’ll always be here to take care of you.”

🖤

It was always Felix that did things to change your relationship, and this wasn’t any different. You partially regained consciousness a while later, waking up in the bathtub with Felix. You were cuddled up in his arms, resting in the warm water.

“Felix…”

“Hm, you awake?”

“A lil…”

“Sh, it’s okay, you can go back to sleep.”

“This is nice.”

“Only the best for you, you’re mine after.”

“Yeah…”

“Always.”

“We should… do it again…”

“Yeah? You want to?”

“Hm… and the bite…”

“Ah, if you want to do that you’re gonna have to wait. I took more than I should have today.”

“It’s okay… was… good…”

“I’m happy to hear. Now you’re fully mine, no one else can have you.” Felix kissed your cheek. “Promise?”

“I promise…”

[triplexdoublex]

What The Cuck?

Parings: Pete x Reader / Colson x Reader

Warnings/tags: Cuckholding, squirting, P In V sex, Anal sex, Anal gaping, cum play, cum farting, make shift cock ring, dirty talk, degradation.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this, and that it was worth the wait! I’m opening anons back up.

“That’s it, Pete! I’m done, I’m leaving!” You shouted in the middle of a heated argument.

“Oh yeah, where you gonna go!?” Pete fired back as you made your way to the front door.

“I dunno, maybe I’ll go to back to Colson—he fucks me better than you do anyways!!” You let the door slam behind you.

The second it left your lips you regretted it. You were so caught up in the argument you were just saying things to be hurtful and spiteful at that point— even if there was a hint of truth to it.

It’s not that sex with Pete was bad by any means, but, yeah, Colson was definitely better. You had dated Colson for a few years, prior to you dating Pete, but things had ended amicably— just due to his hectic schedule.

You had gotten close to Pete through his friendship with Colson, and with him being more available, your friendship seemed to naturally progress into something more. Colson didn’t mind, a lot of people in their friends group had dated the same girls before, plus you were still on friendly terms with Colson, so it made group hangouts a lot less awkward.

You hoped your angry outburst wouldn’t affect their friendship, especially after you and Pete had made up and got back together. Neither of you brought it up. You silently hoped he had forgotten about it, much like how you both seemed to forget what had even started the silly argument in the first place. But you couldn’t help but notice the way he began acting when you both were around Colson lately; the way Pete tensed up when ever Colson got close to you, the way Pete would fuck you so hard the second you were alone again, like he had something to prove. At least that’s what you assumed, but the truth is Pete had a very different reason for the way he’d been acting. A reason that all came to light one day after an afternoon at Colson’s, followed by an intense fuck by Pete.

You had barely finished coming down from your high and catching your breath when Pete brought it up.

“So uhh, I’ve been thinking .. a-about what you said when we were fighting — ya know umm , what you said about Colson—”

“Pete, I’m so sorry.. I shouldn’t have said that , I was just mad and—”

“But you meant it? Didn’t you? He fucked you better than me.” Pete said, the last part sounding more like a statement than a question.

“Pete I-I” you stuttered , giving yourself away “I don’t—”

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. Tell me the truth. Tell me he fucked you better than me!” His breathing increased and his flaccid dick slowly started springing to life again. “I wanna hear you say it!”

“Pete what the hell is —”

“Just say it! —PLEASE!” He cut you off , hand reaching for his hardening cock.

“Fine—! Uhhhh.. Colson fucked me better than you!— Happy?”

And happy he was; his shaft standing at full mast once more as he worked himself at lighting speed, “AGAIN!” He pleaded.

“Colson fucked me better than YOU!” You obliged, confused as hell but turned on nonetheless.

“Ughh Fuck— s-say something else.. about you and Colson , I’m- I’m so close!”

“At least Colson’s made me squirt before!” You teased.

That was exactly what he wanted, exactly what he needed , his cock fountaining over his fist.

“Pete. what the—” you were at a loss for words, but strangely into whatever the fuck was going on.

“I have no idea, all I know is that day we were fighting…and you said Colson fucks you better than me and slammed the door…I’ve…I’ve never been that hard in my life…haven’t been able to stop thinking about Colson fucking you since,” Pete admitted, out of breath. “Do you think Colson would … if .. if I asked?”

“Lemme get this straight — y-you wanna watch Colson fuck me?” You asked, completely flabbergasted.

“Yeah and not just that— like I want you both to tell me what a piece of shit I am in bed.”

“But — but you’re not! Colson’s not even that much b—”

“Just indulge me, ok?” Pete cut you off.

“Man, and I thought Colson had some weird kinks!” You teased. “But to answer your earlier question.. yeah, I think Colson would absolutely do it.”

“And umm.. uhh— what about you?”

“If you're really serious about this then, yeah, I guess I would. I mean , I’ve already had sex with him before so I don’t think it’d be a big deal.”

***********

“So you’re a cuck!?” Colson exclaims with a chuckle, after Pete proposes the idea the next time the three of you are alone together at Colson’s house.

“A what?” Pete questions

“A cuck— C’mom Pete, there’s a whole category on pornhub for this shit, what’d you think you were special cuz you wanna be degraded while you watch your girl get fucked?

“Well excuuuse me, for not being an expert in kink terminology like you” Pete jokes nervously. “So will you do it or not?”

“Oh I’ll do it alright,” Colson smirks as he makes his way over to the couch in his bedroom, where you’re sitting next to Pete.

Your abdomen churns with desire with every step he takes towards you. It’s been a long time since you’ve been with him in this way and you almost feel guilty at how much you’re eagerly awaiting his touch, his cock, his everything.

“I’d love to hear about how this came up,” Colson teases as he pulls you off the couch to your feet and roughly spins you around to face Pete. “You gonna tell me the story, pretty girl?” He prompts, from behind you, lips ghosting along the side of your neck and a hand slowly gliding up your inner thigh, causing your clit to swell with excitement.

You gulp with nervous anticipation before speaking as Colson’s fingers begin to disappear under the hem of your pleated skirt, and Pete’s eyes widen. “W—we had an argument, and I …Mmhhhm.. I said some things,” you let out a moan mid sentence, his fingertips having found your already engorged bud.

“You told him I fucked you better, didn’t you?” He roughly cups your pussy with his large hand, a smirk present in his tone. You nod, but it’s not good enough for him, he wants to hear you say it. “C’mon baby, you know I like it when you use your words.”

You let out a meek “yes” in response but he still wants more.

“Full sentences baby, and look at Pete when you say it.” He roughly jerks your jaw up with his free hand, forcing you to make eye contact with Pete. “Tell him who fucks you better!”

You look to Pete with unsure eyes— this is all so strangely alluring but a small part of you is still worried about hurting his feelings. But Pete gives a reassuring nod, letting you know it’s ok.

“Colson— Colson fucks me better than you!” You continue.

Instantly, you swear you can actually see Pete’s pupils darken and expand with lust — he’s truly enjoying this.

“Damn right I do!” Colson licks a bold stripe up your neck. “Did you tell him I can make you squirt?” He questions. “And use your words this time!” He warns, intensifying his grasp between your thighs.

“I did.”

“Yeah, well maybe we should do more than just tell him, maybe we should show him,” he growls in your ear as he slips your skirt off your hips and down your thighs, followed by your panties, helping you step out of them. “Feel how fucking wet your girl is for me.” Colson says tossing your soaked panties at Pete.

“Jesus, babe!” Pete gasps looking at you after catching the saturated fabric in his hand, his voice cracking into a brief laugh of disbelief at just how truly drenched they are.

“Bet you never get her that wet!” Colson mocks, and a wave of guilt mixed with humiliation wages over you, because there’s no denying that Colson’s right.

But Pete doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by the revelation, in fact he stuffs your wet undergarment down his pants and begins rubbing himself with them, all while keeping his eyes intensely locked on you and Colson. He watches wide eyed as Colson shoves you forward. You’re practically straddling Pete’s lap from where you stand now, your stance widening as Colson inserts two long slender fingers inside of you.

“Mmmm Fuck!” You cry out, your hips already bucking against his hand when his fingertips reach your G-Spot; each prod against it an erotic novel being written in Morse code. Your arousal is plentiful and squelches audibly between his fingers as you begin to tighten around his slick digits. Moan after incoherent moan fall from your lips, as he expertly works your spot.

“I can feel your pussy gripping my fingers. You’re already close, Huh?” He teases with a laugh. “I still remember all your tells,” he smirks. “And I still remember how right when you start to cum you let out that little sque—”

And as if on cue your voice cracks, your moans morphing into a shrill squeak as your orgasm warmly pulses to life in your abdomen.

“Ahh there it,” Colson chuckles smuggly, watching as your release gushes onto Petes lap; the soft light denim of his jeans now morphing into dark patches of midnight blue, all while Pete’s hand moves furiously beneath their fabric.

Pete’s speechless, his eyes flicking from you to the mess in his lap and back again in exhilarating disbelief like an unsuspecting passersby of some David Blayne-eques street magic. It was one thing to watch some strange girl in a porn squirt a million miles away behind the screen of his laptop, but it was another experience entirely to watch it live in front of him, as his own girl soaked his lap at the hands of his best friend.

“Annnd that my friends is the look of a man who’s never made a girl squirt in his life!” Colson taunts with a chuckle, while licking his fingers clean. “And don’t even think for a second that I’m done with her yet.”

Without warning Colson grabs you roughly from behind and maneuvers you in the direction of the bed, tossing you face down on his mattress. “ Ass up, you know how I like it.” He instructs before snatching off your remaining clothing.

You’ve barely even had a chance to come down from your first orgasm — in fact you're still dripping- when you hear Colson fumbling with his belt behind you. And the next thing you know he’s inside you, not even giving you a moment to adjust, his huge cock stretches you so deliciously, so perfect, each thrust pummeling your g-spot just like you remember.

“Fuck, Colson— so good.” You cry out.

“Yeah, you like this big dick deep in your guts, huh you little slut? Want me to keep fucking in front of your man like the fucking whore that you are?”

“Yess!” You moan breathily. God, he could dirty talk like no other.

“I know what else you like—” he proceeds to lick his thumb. “You like this pretty pink asshole played with, don’t you? He begins tracing his slick thumb in circles over the tight ring of muscle, slowly coaxing it open enough for him to slip his thumb inside” Your breath hitches in pleasure as it enters you.

“Mmmhmm FUCK! I missed my ass being played with like this.”

“Missed?” Colson’s questions. “Don’t tell me my boy Pete over here is too much of a pussy for some anal play?” He says, giving his friend a dirty look.

“It’s ‘not his thing’.” You mock while making direct eye contact with Pete.

“Can’t even give your girl what she wants— Pathetic !!!” Colsons fires his words in Pete’s direction, while he rotates his thumb inside you. “Now your sorry ass can sit there and watch ME give it to her.”

Pete’s eating this up, every teasing and taunting word spat his way traveling straight to dick. So much so that Pete desperately needs out of the hellish confines of his jeans to work himself more vigorously. His dark, wide pupils stay locked on the scene before him as he quickly lowers his pants down and over his pale ass to their final resting place right above his knees, and pulls out his cock, your soaked panties tumbling out with it.

Colson’s long slender body contours to your curves as he leans forward to seductively whisper in your ear “Should I loosen you up a little more, since it’s been so long? Or you think you can take me?”

“Fuck, Colson! Just give it to me!”

You know it’s gonna hurt, but you're so desperate to feel him back there again that you don’t care — besides in the words of Colson himself ‘a little bit of pain kinda make it feel good sometimes.’

With nothing but remnants of your arousal and his own spit as lube he begins his taboo entrance into what most only consider an exit. You relax your body and breathe through the inevitable discomfort of adjusting to his size, just as he had taught you years ago.

“Good girl, that’s it, breathe.” He praises. “You know it’s gonna feel so good in a minute.” He gently caresses your hips, helping you relax further.

By the time his length is fully inserted the pain has already begun to subside, replaced by the most intoxicating pleasurable fullness; every tiny nerve ending inside you set ablaze. God, you’ve missed the unique sensation. He feels impossibly deep, but yet somehow you crave him deeper.

“Fuck, Colson. Right there” you cry out as you push back against him; your backside now pressed appropriately against his XXX tattoo.

Just when you think it can’t possibly feel anymore pleasureful he begins to move inside you, slow at first, drawing his hips back until he almost slips out, then steadily forward until his hips kiss your backside again, his thick length reaching that pleasurable spot deep within you.

“So good, sooo FUCK-ing good, Oh My God , Colson!” You babble, already inebriated off his cock.

“Mmmmm Yeah, say my name again, remind Pete who fucks you right!”

It’s at this point you realize you’ve been so lost in the pleasure your ex is giving you that you completely forgot your boyfriend exists, nevermind the fact that he’s in the same room .. watching!

A cocktail of arousal and guilt swirl in your abdomen as you look towards Pete. Lucky for you he hasn’t seen to notice, too lost in his own fantasy-come-to-life playing out in front of him.

Suddenly, Pete’s head lolls back, his eyes slip shut and his eyebrows knit together ; a sign you know all too well.

“Gonna— Mmmm Fuck!, Gonna cum first like usual?” You taunt Pete through shattered moans.

Determined not to prove you right, Pete stills his motions for a moment and tightly grips himself at the base, silently wishing he had a cockring to restrict blood flow and help him last longer.

Pete adjusts his position on the couch while trying to gain some composure before he busts, his free hand coming down on something wet — you’re panties from earlier. The discovery sparks an idea. In an act of pure desperation, Pete fashions a makeshift cockring from the garment, quickly twisting the elastic waistband around the base of his cock, veins bulging almost immediately. Despite his best efforts he knows he isn’t buying himself that much more time, especially when he notices the way your arousal from your unplugged hole is dripping down your inner thighs like thick honey; so sweet he can almost taste it.

Colson's stamina is unmatched, he could drill your asshole for hours on end if you really needed him too, but he knows you're ready to cum by the way your legs are beginning to shake. You can feel it too, the way your lower abdomen squeezes and tightens climbing it way to the peak, and then just like a rollercoaster it comes surging down at a break-neck speed, an endless series of loop de loops as you climax hard. Your body is useless,, unable to even hold itself up on all fours while Colson’s warm cum fills you to the brim.

Quickly Colson pulls out and props you back up, turning your body so your ass faces Pete, and spreads your cheeks open. “Uhgmm, yeahh, fuck!” His voice is dry and raspy “Show Pete that gape, and show Pete how I came inside you, push it all out baby, let him see.”

You do as you’re told, and Pete cums, forcefully fountaining over his fist at the site of his best friends cum bubbling and farting out of your used hole.

The three of you are blissfully silent in the aftermath but it’s quite clear by everyone’s euphoric expression this will definitely be happening again .

[stinkysam]

Serge “Frenchie” - Hands games.

Warning : drug and alcohol consumption, violence (?)

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “I was listening to the song "I'm so crazy for you" by Rebzyyx and I was thinking about Frenchie in that context or like in the sense of, Match my Freak. So you could you write a fluffy/angsty bit with Frenchie and male reader being the most unhinged, diabolical couple on the team?” - anon

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

A/N : i know so nothing about drugs I didn't even know the short name for cocaine smh, so please, if I'm wrong, close your eyes. Ignore it. See nothing, say nothing.

It's not that they hate you, it's just that they're not particularly excited about working with you two.

You make them uncomfortable by being a tad bit too comfortable around them.

Except Kimiko who seems unfazed by it all, as long as you two are happy, she's fine with anything. And Butcher, who's too tired to properly care.

Hughie tries to be open, only to often find himself smiling awkwardly as you and Frenchie are tongue deep in eachother’s throat, hands wandering everywhere, not caring about the people around.

Kimiko approaches him with a smile, tapping his shoulder before showing him her phone.

“👀 Time to get out 🍆💦🍑” Is written on the screen. Hughie stammer a bit.

“Th- They're doing it here ? Ri- Like right now ?” He asks and she nods, pulling him with her out of the room.

The amount of time Hughie or the others almost saw you or Frenchie naked is astronomical.

When you had to hide at the back of some shop with a group of smugglers doing their thing, you'd leave your makeshift bed and stay in boxers, ignoring Hughie's pleas to put some clothes on even during urgent meetings.

“What are these two still doing naked, eh ?” Butcher asked, stopping his explanations, just noticing the two of you rolling a joint, chatting together in boxers as if you had no worries in the world. You two frowned in confusion.

Naked ?

“It's summer.” You replied simply with a shrug.

“J’ai mes chaussettes. I'm not naked.” Frenchie added, raising his right foot up.

“Yeah me too.” You nodded. “I'm all for walking barefoot blah blah blah but the floor here is so unsanitary. So socks stay on.” You sighed, a bit too focused and upset about the unclean floor.

“So… uh, you said you had a plan ?” Hughie said hesitantly, returning the attention back on Butcher.

You couldn't do that in the new hiding spot. Though it wasn't really hidden as it was the Flatiron Building.

M.M explained what the color of every post-it meant, and which trash cans were for what before insisting on behalf of unnamed people -everyone- that all of you must remain fully clothed, at any time.

That didn't stop you from making out on the desks. Or fucking on the couch when it was just the two of you.

M.M thought it was common decency to not fuck on it. But apparently, he was wrong, and told you two to stop it.

That didn't stop you. But as a precaution he never sat on that couch ever again.

You two had a game. The slightly weird kind.

You'd slap him across his face, gently, and he had to slap you back slightly harder. In return, you'd have to do it back harder as well, and so on and so forth.

You two never went too far, never hurting the other, but you had to admit that sometimes, a slap can leave you a bit shocked.

He had started it. It was barely a slap, but you moved your head to the side dramatically before doing the same to him. Slowly it escalated, both growing more competitive and not wanting to be the last one slapped.

You were waiting, slightly grimacing, bracing yourself for the impact. You bit your lips as you watched Frenchie focus, approaching his hand from your cheek a few times before slapping it a bit stronger than anticipated.

You both gasped, surprised, your cheek tingling and burning as well as his hand. He grabs you and pulls you closer, kissing your reddening cheek.

“I'm so sorry, mon cœur.” He laughed.

“Oh putain.” You turned to him, your eyes burning with revenge as you chuckled. “Alors toi…”

“No, no, no, no, I stop here.” He quickly said, taking a step back. He knew you'd always want revenge, one way or another.

“Oh no, you started it, which means it's my turn, then we end it.” You wiggled your fingers, ready to throw your hand at him.

He began to walk backwards, still facing you. You grabbed his shirt to stop him but he kept pulling back, laughing.

“No, no, no, I'm out.”

“You can't.” You said in a sing-song voice.

“A kiss then !” He tried, his hands joined together in a praying manner. You sighed, thinking about it.

“Okay. A kiss. But I'll get my revenge. Sleep with both eyes open.”

Annie was looking at you with a frown, eyes squinted and mouth slightly agape as she tried to understand why you would play such violent games. At least it ended with a kiss ?

You had tried it with Hughie once but he's so afraid to hurt you that he never slaps too hard.

Kimiko gets really competitive though she's really stressed about hurting you or Frenchie. And M.M didn't even let you explain the rules, he was already saying ‘no’.

You never tried with Butcher, for obvious reasons.

That's also when you gained the habit of slapping each other's ass when passing by. It was cute and simple when it was only that.

But one day, one of you -you- slapped the other -him- a bit harder than usual, sparkling a competition to slap each other's ass harder each time. And now, it was a recurring thing.

Everyone was silent and focused at their respective desk, Butcher was God knows where, Hughie was working with Newman and Annie was at the Vought tower

You stood up to throw your can of beer in the trash. You had the misfortune to pass next to Frenchie’s desk.

His hand went behind him to then slap your ass as hard as he could.

“Ah !” You jumped as you both gasped loudly.

“What the fuck !” You turned around, looking at him with wide eyes. “I could've dropped my can !”

“I think I felt your ass bones !” He said, shaking his hand, grimacing. “Ah, sa mère.”

“Et toi, tu m'as explosé le cul !” You hissed,

“Titre.” He said with a smile, still holding his stinging hand. You grimaced at him before walking away, raising your middle finger at him.

M.M tried to ignore you two, focusing on sorting his papers. Still, a disapproving sigh left his lips.

“They're in love 🥰” Kimiko typed on her phone to show him, who looked at you two, flipping each other repeatedly, then back at her before rolling his eyes. Kimiko typed quickly again on her phone.

“Weren't you and Monique like that ?”

M.M scoffed.

“Why-” He started, before lowering his voice. “Why would I ever slap Monique's ass like that ?” Hoping you two wouldn't hear.

Tough luck, you both heard.

“Because she has a nice ass ?” You and Frenchie said in unisson.

“We're civilized adults.” He replied, focusing back on his papers.

“She has a flat ass.” You said quietly with a sad face, pouting, your index sliding on your cheek to imitate a single tear falling.

“You don't wanna go down that path.” M.M said very seriously, warning you.

“I was joking. I'm sure she has a nice ass.”

“[Name].”

You nodded, understanding his last warning before throwing the can in the trash and returning back to your desk, passing by Frenchie's who raised his hand once more. You jumped to the side, hands in front of you in defense.

“No, don't you dare ! That's my turn !” You whispers-yelled.

“You're passing by, that's the rule mon cœur.” He shook his head, and stood up.

“Jeux de mains, jeux de vilains !” You quickly said as you darted away, Frenchie close behind you.

“Bunch of teenagers…” M.M whispered, shaking his head.

That's when Butcher entered the room, you and Frenchie immediately stopped running to turn around and walk back to your desks, trying not to laugh. You profited being behind him to slap his ass with all your strength.

The sound of the slapping was quickly followed by Frenchie's gasp, trying to stay discret, hands on his ass as he cursed at you quietly.

“Putain de…” He turned around pointing at you menacingly. He'll get you back. You sent him a flying kiss.

Butcher closed his eyes, he was already tired of your shit and it hasn't even been 5 seconds.

As much as you love Frenchie, and him you, you two bring out the worst habits of each other.

You both claim one of you is always sober or clean to look after the one who isn't.

Which is totally false.

It's just that one if you will pretend -badly- to not be stoned or drunk.

Both shushing each other loudly and giggling at a team meeting to form a serious last minute plan while you're drunk off your ass and Frenchie so high he sees cartoon characters version of you.

Hughie had to pull you apart to calm you two so Butcher doesn't commit a crime. But even then you're both signing -partially nonsense- to each other before slowly turning it into a mime game. Yeah, they're not going to get anything from you two today.

You really can't listen to orders when you're together, you're like two teenagers, it's horrible. Which can often put you two in danger at times.

You realize it when sober. How close you were from death and how bad your habits are. How irresponsible you can both act.

Multiple times you tried to stop drinking or doing hard and soft drugs.

But you always failed, unable to say ‘no’ to another drink at any minor inconvenience or ‘no’ to Frenchie when he went for a joint or some crack.

Kimiko tries to help, but she can't do anything when you aren't with her and she can't really help unless you really want her to, but you're not at that stage yet.

She fears one of you, if not the two of you will become a slave to these bad habits that are taking a lot of your life already.

She wrote to you two about it and neither of you knew what to answer. You knew she was right, you didn't know how to stop, when to draw the line, and being with the boys sure didn't help.

Traduction - Translation :

J'ai mes chaussettes. - I have my socks.

Oh, putain. - Oh, fuck.

Alors toi… - You…

Ah, sa mère. - Ah, motherfucker.

Et toi, tu m’as explosé le cul ! - And you, you've exploded my ass.

Titre. - Title (a that's what she said joke / title of my sextape)

Jeux de mains, jeux de vilains. - Hands games, nasty games.

Putain de… - Fucking…

[ky-yk]

teenage dream, track 7 (kcw x f!reader)

genre: angst || word count: 1.2k

author’s note: taking a page out of my own life for content, what’s new ✌️🥹 anyways thank u to ssamkkura anon for requesting this, i hope u all enjoy!

you knew the world was small, but you didn’t think it’d be small enough for you to run into your ex at jeon somi’s release party.

frozen in your place, you stared across the room at the love of your life leader of le sserafim chatting away with her group member and the party’s ever-charming hostess. the drink in your hand started to shake as the room grew stuffier. the lights, too bright; the crowd, too loud; her, too close.

i need to get out of here.

putting your drink down on the closest table, you made your way out of the room — anywhere but here. you kept your head down, mumbling apologies to the colleagues and seniors you may have bumped along the way, trying as hard as you could to not draw any attention to yourself. as soon as you opened the door to the balcony, you felt like you succeeded in your mission, and your reward was the blast of fresh air that greeted you. you made your way to the railing, hands gripping tight as if to ground yourself, as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

we’re not going through that again, alright, y/n? focus on the air around you, nothing else matters right now, you told yourself.

you let out a long exhale as you opened your eyes, taking in the scenery in front of you. once you thought you were ready to go back inside, you turned around, only to be greeted by the bane of your existence standing at the threshold between you and freedom.

kim chaewon.

the next thing you know, the wind is knocked out of you. you can’t breathe. you need to get out of here.

why did the most beautiful person in the world have to be the one to break my heart?

you shook your head, trying to fight the tears pooling in your eyes. with your head hung low, you attempted to push past her. the you from a year ago would’ve rather died than hurt the girl.

but that was before she hurt you first.

so maybe the shove was a little stronger than intended. but anything to make her feel the way you did when she walked out the door.

you were two steps away from freedom, but not before you felt her grab at your wrist like a claw — a shackle.

“let’s talk, y/n. please.” you could hear the desperation in her tone. you could feel her eyes boring into the back of your head, imagining that her eyebrows are drawn together towards the center.

you collected yourself, closing your eyes and sighing before turning around to face her.

“i have nothing left to say to you,” you replied, getting ready to walk away again before she tugged on your wrist.

“please?”

you’d always prided yourself on being level-headed. sometimes, it felt like you were ive’s leader with how much you’d have to stop yujin from sneaking out with the maknaes. it was one of your charms.

the second you relented, you knew you were sinking.

with an exasperated eye roll, you switched your positions so that now your hand was wrapped around her lithe wrist as you turned and dragged her back to the balcony. once you’ve settled, you dragged her to stand in front of you.

“okay, talk,” you urged her, arms crossed across your chest.

“how’ve you been lately?” she asked, trying to lighten the mood with a chuckle.

“chaewon…”

“okay, fine,” she relented with a sigh. “i…don’t quite know why i wanted to talk to you again.”

“i think i have an idea,” you replied. “and i don’t like where this is going.”

you sighed. this was gonna be a long night.

“i don’t want to be with you anymore.”

“what?” chaewon asked, eyes wide incredulously. you nodded, “yup.”

had this happened any other time at all in the past year, you would’ve been on your knees begging for her to take you back. you would’ve done anything she asked you to in a heartbeat.

it was about time you took back your own heart.

it’s funny how time works out, isn’t it?

“it’s just been so tiring, you know?” you chuckled. “for the last year, i’d been holding on to you, to what you said. ‘anything can happen,’ isn’t that what you said?

was that your way of keeping me at arm’s length?”

you asked no one in particular. you had too much to say yet too little all at the same time.

you gave her no chance to rebut. not that she was going to, by the way her mouth were sealed tight, biting at her bottom lip. she looked like she was about to cry.

and you couldn’t find it in yourself to care anymore.

“you said we’d be friends, and then what happened? one-sided conversations, avoiding each other’s gaze in the halls, turned-down outings…”

“how can you blame me for that? i’ve been busy!” she finally blew up at you, arms flailing about. you just shook your head.

“i wasn’t blaming you, i was just trying to make you see my side,” you replied calmly. “you said we’d be friends after we broke up, but i guess life just doesn’t work out like that. i guess they were right, you can never be friends with your ex,” you sighed wistfully.

“i should’ve known i couldn’t have all of your attention again, that’s on me. but now, i realize that we’re in such different points in our lives now. you and i are such different people now. i don’t know how that would work,” you said.

“i’m rambling at this point, but i guess what i want to say is that we had a good run. let’s just leave it at that,” you looked up at her with a small smile.

you didn’t expect to get rammed with a hug, arms frantically wrapped tight around your neck. chaewon buried her head in your neck. you could hear the sniffles, and you could feel the tears against your neck. you just wrapped your arms around her waist, relishing in what could be your last moments with the girl. for a while, you patted her head comfortingly while waiting for the girl to calm down.

eventually, she pulled away from you. her arms remained around your neck, and yours around her waist.

“i guess you’re right,” she mumbled, looking down in shame. “i wasn’t thinking straight. it was selfish of me to think i could just take you back.”

you shook your head with a chuckle. “if you’d asked earlier, i would’ve. it’s funny how time works out.”

“yeah, you’re right,” she says with a shake of her head, detaching herself from you. you did the same, arms resting by your side.

“well, i guess this is it,” she says with finality.

“i guess this is,” you agree.

“i hope we could still be friends later on, though,” she trails off.

“we’ll have to see, anything’s possible, you know?” you throw back at her teasingly. “when the time comes, i’ll stop being a stranger.”

“noted. thank you, y/n,” she says.

“i’m sorry, chaewon,” you reply, before walking back into the party and out of her life as you close the door to the balcony.

[ingravinoveritas]

regarding the post today about Anna's nasty comments, "jokes" etc about Michael's appearance in the last few years. Do you think there is genuine reason to feel worried about him and what it may be doing to his mental health overall? What I mean is I am starting to worry and then it makes start to spiral a bit and think that if he stays with her longer that the possibility of her "soft bullying" will escalate into actual abuse and I really don't want to think like that but it really makes me worry for him. Please tell me what you think and should I just take a step back and not think on it too hard (am I?) If you agree with me though, what do you think can be done to help him? Like as in a safe way for him to break up with her? I appreciate whatever you can do to help ease my mind at least.

martinsharmony replied to your post "So for those who haven't seen, AL posted a new..."

I have to wonder about Michael's state of mind. He has said he has his own body issues and has struggled with depression etc. The fact that he is "letting" her do this makes me worry about him a little. The fact that he's not standing up for himself and setting a boundary. From my own experience, all of this is okay, until it's not. My heart goes out to Michael. Of course I don't know the real truth. But I see a little of myself there. I recognize it.

(Grouping these two together due to having similar themes.)

First, I am glad that you felt comfortable enough to message me about this and share your thoughts. But I think there are a few things going on here, and it's important that we have some perspective. When I started responding to asks and questions about Anna on my blog four years ago, it was largely as a counter to what many of us were seeing the fans do, which was idealizing Michael and Anna's relationship and making it into some sort of fairy tale romance. Many of us could see things that did not seem to hold true to this narrative, but were afraid to discuss it openly. So the discourse became about open and honest conversations and speculation, and since GO 2 came out, that discourse has only seemingly increased (if the Asks and Anons in my inbox are anything to go by).

To your comments, @martinsharmony, these are some very good points you are raising, and I'm sorry that you see yourself in Michael's shoes. I think there's a chance many of us do, and is part of why we have the strong feelings we do--one way or the other--about this situation. I think a lot of us see Michael's visible unhappiness and are jarred by the sharp contrast between that and the narrative of him and AL being "madly in love."

I do, however, think there is a real risk of taking that line of thinking so far in the opposite direction. That is, if it's not okay for fans to assume that everything is perfect and wonderful and the absolute best with Michael and Anna's relationship, then it is also not okay to assume everything is the absolute worst, because extremes in either direction are not a good thing, and reality often exists somewhere in the middle. Reality and relationships are also infinitely complicated, which means that there often are no easy answers.

Also, because things are not ever truly black-and-white, I think it's important not to conflate being an unpleasant person with being an abuser. There tends to be an assumption that an abuser is mean and nasty all the time, every day, but so many abusers are viewed as "the nicest person you ever met" by everyone but the victim, which is how they are so often able to get away with what they do. Conversely, someone (such as Anna) might be self-absorbed, immature, and annoying, but that does not make them an abuser.

Again, in no way, shape, or form am I saying that it is a bad thing to care about Michael, or to want him to be happy. But what we are ultimately talking about here is Michael's agency--that is, his right to make his own choices, and to deal with and feel whatever he feels about the consequences of those choices. By either romanticizing or catastrophizing his relationship with Anna, we are unintentionally removing that agency. We have to remember that Michael is an adult man who has been in many other relationships in his life, and has navigated those (with varying degrees of success) on his own. So while we can have conversations and engage in discussion here, it is very much not appropriate and not our place to intervene with any of this personally or to try and facilitate the breakup of Michael's relationship.

Remember, too, that Michael has people in his life that he can trust and confide in--his parents (who are still alive and live near him, bless them), his sister, his friends. And he has David, of course, which we know is a beautiful thing. He and David have gotten immeasurably closer over the last four years and it is genuinely heartwarming to know that he can turn to David. The point here is that while we are fans of Michael's, we are not his family nor his friends. But Michael is not alone in this, and has support available to him, and that is something to be grateful for.

Going back to my previous comments about agency, one of the things that I know I love about Michael is that he is always going to do what he wants to do. He has reasons for doing those things, which means that if he is still with Anna, there is a reason for that (even if it is, as many of us believe, due to wanting to be there for the kids). And if/when Michael should decide to break up with her, there will be a reason for that as well. The most important thing, however, is that it's his choice. That if he decides he's made a mistake, it's his mistake to own, and not something for us to save him from.

I hope this has helped to put your mind at ease. I also want to make it clear that I absolutely do not have all the answers, and this (like all my posts) is my own opinion. Taking a step back might still be a good idea, as we can all find ourselves becoming too invested from time to time, and it is good to take a breather on occasion and find perspective. Glad as always for my followers to share their thoughts on this post as well...

[writers-ex]

Hello, I hope you're doing well. may I please request a yandere Yeji x female reader fic? Where reader is secretly equally obsessed with Yeji, she has no one she wants to be with and relies on more. Her family is horrible, and most of her friends are fake and two-faced. With Yeji being the only constant in her life, she latches on and willingly stays with Yeji when taken. Yeji confused yet thrilled decides to ask why and learns readers true feelings. With smut and claiming/praising kink

flipping finally T-T enjoy anon <3

warnings: yandere themes, bullying, abusive family and friends, stalking, marking up, whatever this is

word count: 961

"i could've sworn i hid her panties underneath my shoe box...?" searching around her room yeji grumbles to herself and sighs. this was the third time this month that your panties she 'found' were misplaced in her own apartment?! the feeling of someone's gaze on her causes her to look out the window to see the rustle of a bush when your text notification dings making yeji jump for her phone. 

'ft?'

your face on her phone never ceases to amaze her but what really ticked her off was hearing your parents fight for the 800th time this week. the amount of times you wince and zone out during her conversation makes her blood boil.

"i-i-i can't take it anymore can i sleep over ji?"

"you don't even have to ask, my place is open for you baby." as you hang up the call yeji quickly picks up hiding any of her latest 'borrowed' items from you. once you open the door yeji pulls you in for a hug letting you cry it out as she guides you to bed. as your tears calm down yeji sings you a lullaby until you're fast asleep in her arms with the moonlight outlining your features yeji stays up to stare at you for a bit. 

as you shift your body closer to her your hands start to move lower down her body and slide into her shirt, confused yeji stays quiet to watch your next move. you groping and play with her nipples letting out soft whimpers until yeji shivers making you stop your actions and flip over. only one thing went through her mind the following day when you got up to shower and couldn't look her in the eye.

you took advantage of her in her 'sleep'.

"thanks for letting me stay over yeji. i'll pay you back with some dessert at that cafe you like, see you after school?"

"sure thing!" waving goodbye yeji makes her way to class and after first period she remembers that she packed your lunch in her bag. outside the door, those friends of yours that yeji always saw you with are huddled together pointing and laughing.

"did you see it? she's wearing the same thing again!!"

"lazy pig, i bet her parents kicked her out."

"why do we hang out with her again?"

"because she's friends with the hottest girl in school hwang yeji duh?!" 

"and she makes a great gopher, i wonder when she'll be coming back with our-WHAT THE FUCK?!" the group of now sopping wet girls turns around to find you holding empty cups with what were their drinks. hot tears in your eyes one of them raises their hand at you when yeji rushes over to pull you away.

"don't you dare touch her you, ungrateful bastard! i'm going to make sure you're blacklisted from ever leaving your room." screaming threats at yeji she simply turns around and drags you out of the school.

"yeji wait where are we-"

"baby i think it's time we took our long weekend today."

"but yeji it's only monday?!" not saying anything else yeji guides you back to her car and drives you away from the rural place you call home and enters the unfamiliar bustling city. driving up to a building yeji parks and takes you by the hand to the elevators inside going up to the top floor. as the doors open she opens one room and immediately you feel a sense of familiarity as you walk inside. the whole apartment looks exactly like your room at home, before you can say anything else yeji bolts the door shut and looks at you with a crazy glint in her eye.

"you'll be safe here. together we can live and support each other without all the horrible people trying to tear us apart." she walks closer to you with her voice rising and hands grabbing your arms. "no more bullies. no more evil parents. no more tears. you'll stay here with me as my most beloved, as ...as mine."

"thank you for this opportunity."

"i'm sorry what did you-"

"i said thank you yeji." her eyes study your face as your blank look turns into a full-out grin as you embrace yeji cackling. "i can't believe it took you this long to ask me."

"i well i...ok then so that means-"

"i like you silly, i've only ever liked you. why do you think i try to sleep over every chance i get? or maybe even why you have so many of my things at your place which by the way i had to get some of my panties back since you left me with just the one pair i currently have on?" unbuttoning your pants they fall to the floor revealing a cute cherry pattern panty.

"fuck this." crashing her lips onto yours the two of you stumble toward the bed as yeji moves her lips to mark your leg while you grip tightly. now on the bed yeji towers over you eyeing your now disheveled hair and crazy smile. "strip now i need to get one more thing to make this day just right." as you remove your clothes eagerly yeji rushes to the kitchen and pull out of the drawer a small wrapped gift box. returning to bed she sees you sitting up your bare body on display as she throws you the box while ripping her clothes off.

"yeji what is-oh yeji my love." the now unwrapped box reveals a collar with yeji's name written beautifully in your favorite color. standing in front of you yeji grabs the ends of the collar and ties it to your neck as she cups your face looking into your eyes.

"mine."

[taey0ngsvape]

and i like you

“we move in the tree streets, i like it if you stay”

requested by anon pairing: riki x reader genre: fluff word count: 987 contains: sleepovers, humor except i’m not funny, cursing, food, cuddling

The whole reason you and the rest of the boys were out was because they were supposed to be taking you home. However, instead you ended up down by the river surrounded by all the guys, Riki’s hands wrapped securely around your own. He wasn’t big on holding hands, especially not in front of the others, but there was something special about tonight. You couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but you were glad to see that he felt it too. 

You feel safe and comfortable with all of them here. Even though you had been with Riki for less than a year, you’d grown close with all the guys and they all treated you like a best friend.

You laugh as Jake dares Sunghoon to jump in the river for the fourth time in the last ten minutes alone.

“Ignoring the fact that it’s cold as fuck, there are probably like… undiscovered diseases in that water,” Sunghoon says, playfully shoving Jake.

“If you survived you’d be a scientific miracle.”

Sunghoon glares at him.

“Speaking of being cold, can we please go back?” Jungwon asks, his arms wrapped tightly around himself. He was the only one who hadn’t brought a coat and instead was only wearing a sweatshirt. 

Now that Jungwon had mentioned it, you were cold. Your cheeks and ears were probably red and you were beginning to lose feeling in your toes. Unfortunately, after your walk, you all were now much closer to the dorms than to your own place.

“Let’s go back,” Jake agrees. 

Next to you, Sunoo says, “What about getting her home?” he jerks his thumb at you.

“I can catch a bus,” you offer, but instantly the idea is shot down.

“Not this late you’re not,” Heeseung says.

You didn’t want to force the rest of them to walk you home, especially when Jungwon looked ready to freeze to death. But you knew it was probably unsafe to go home by yourself. 

“Do you want to stay?” Riki asks. He’s trying to sound casual, and for a second you’re convinced, but when you look at him he’s chewing his lip nervously.

“Is that alright?” you ask. He nods.

“That’s definitely a better idea than you going home this late at night,” Jay says. 

So the group of you all head back to the dorms together, Riki still holding your hand.

“Do you want to take my bed?” he asks as you arrive.

“Depends,” you hum. “Will you be in it? I wanna cuddle.”

Riki pretends to roll his eyes. “You’re so obsessed with me.”

“Actually, I would just like someone to keep me warm. Sunghoon was right. It’s cold as fuck.”

“Fine,” he huffs, but the tips of his ears are red, though you know if you point it out he’ll just blame it on the cold.

You borrow one of his shirts to sleep in along with a pair of sweatpants. In the bathroom you brush your teeth with a spare toothbrush. You didn’t expect it, but you’re nervous. You’d taken naps with Riki on the couch before, but this was different. You’d never spent the night. What if you were intruding?

Before you can spiral into your thoughts, there’s a soft knock at the door. 

“I’ll be in my room,” Riki says, sounding normal as ever. You can’t help but smile to yourself, the sound of his voice comforting you. 

“Alright,” you call out. You shake any negative thoughts out of your head. This was just Riki. Your dumb, adorable boyfriend who loves you. 

The first time he said it you hadn’t even heard him he’d been so quiet. His nerves got the better of him and he hadn’t tried again until three days later. It wasn’t until after you had assured him you loved him too that he told you about the first failed attempt. You’d both laughed about it and moved on. You’re sure that in the future you’ll laugh at yourself for being so nervous.

When you open his door, he’s already in bed scrolling through his phone. His eyes light up when he sees you and immediately he puts his phone down, smiling at you. He pulls back the blankets so you can crawl underneath. You lie down, facing him as he turns out the light and rolls over to look at you.

“Sorry we couldn’t get you home,” he says sheepishly.

“It’s okay. I had more fun with you guys anyway.”

He smiles, reaching out to tuck your hair behind your ear. “Even though it was cold?”

“You kept my hand warm at least,” you say.

“You’re welcome,” he says, moving a little closer to pull you against his chest. All his movements are steady and sure but his pounding heart gives him away. You can’t help but smile and nuzzle into his chest.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice hardly above a whisper.

You smile, leaving back to look him in the eye. “Perfect,” you say and his lips pull into a smile. You cup his cheek with your hand and pull him into you.

His kisses are always comforting and he holds you close. He doesn’t treat you like you’ll break, which you’re grateful for. He isn’t timid, he’ll always let you know he loves you.

His lips are slow and tender and he runs his hands through your hair. When you break apart, he holds you close for a second, your noses brushing before kissing you once more, just a quick peck, before settling into the pillows and smiling at you.

“Still okay?” he asks.

You cuddle against him, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist. 

“Still perfect.”

[oldiesstationlover11607]

It’s aliiiivvvvveeeee!

What up? It’s 💛. Ya boi! You miss me? And my horrible references and jokes?

I have officially caught up with all of the stories I’ve missed (the basketball and nerd!reader, the Christmas stream, and daughter pt. 2 were my personal favorite I must say). Man, I forgot how happy your stories make me.

Anywho, I have come to torment you with requests once more. Now, I saw that you are a big Disneyland/World fiend (as am I). So, I was wondering if you could do a story where the reader and Josh are trying to have a cute date at Disneyland (because that’s the one I’ve been too 😭) and, though they struggle to enjoy it at times due to attention from fans, they end up being all cute and fluffy with each other.

I’m excited to see what you come up with! I’m such a huge Disney lover myself so I’m pumped!

Disney Day - Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: Some angst/annoyance

Word Count: 1489

A/N: The way I put so many of the random facts I just know in here is so funny. Also welcome back to the iconic 💛 anon! We've missed you! Sorry lots of my requests are taking a while to get out. I'm working on getting lots of these out today :)

The sun was shining bright as Josh and I stepped through the gates of Disneyland, fingers laced together, our energy buzzing in sync with the excitement of the park. This was it—the day we had planned for weeks. An entire day together in the most magical place on earth, where everything, for just a few hours, felt like a dream.

Josh squeezed my hand, his eyes twinkling as he turned to me. “You ready for the best day ever?”

I grinned up at him. “You have no idea. I've got the whole day mapped out in my head.”

He chuckled. “I don’t doubt it. Lead the way, Miss Disneyland Expert.”

I laughed, tugging him toward Main Street where the scent of churros and popcorn filled the air. “First things first—churros.”

Josh rolled his eyes but smiled. “I knew churros were going to be the priority.”

The energy of the park was contagious, and I couldn’t help but feel like a little kid again, skipping along with excitement. We grabbed our churros from the nearest cart and then took our time walking toward the heart of the park, soaking in the sights and sounds. 

As we walked, a small group of teenage girls suddenly stopped in their tracks and let out quiet squeals, pulling out their phones. I could sense it coming. 

“Is that…? Oh my god, it’s him!” one of them whispered not-so-subtly.

I felt Josh's hand tighten slightly around mine, but before we could take another step, the girls rushed over, nervous energy radiating from them.

“Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but… are you Josh?” one of them asked, wide-eyed and hopeful.

Josh gave them that signature smile, the one that made his fans melt. “Yeah, that’s me.”

The girls nearly squealed with excitement. “Can we please get a picture?”

I forced a smile, stepping back as Josh politely agreed. This wasn’t anything new—it was something I expected, really. Still, I couldn't help but feel a little tug of frustration. We’d only just gotten into the park, and already our time was interrupted.

Josh took pictures with each of them, laughing and chatting for a moment before he finally made his way back to me. “Sorry about that,” he said sheepishly.

I shrugged, giving him a reassuring smile, though I could feel my patience being tested already. “No worries. Let’s just get to the Haunted Mansion.”

We headed toward New Orleans Square, making our way to the ride that had always been one of my favorites. As we stepped into the stretching room, I couldn’t help myself.

“Did you know the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland was the only one Walt Disney personally oversaw before he passed?” I began, slipping into my usual Disney trivia mode. “He wanted it to be spooky but still fun enough for kids but the ride didn’t open until he died. The last ride to open before his death was Pirates of the Caribbean.”

Josh raised an eyebrow, clearly humoring me. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, the haunted mansion was supposed to be a water ride originally but they changed it. Would’ve been cool to see that though, I love looking at the concept art for it all.”

I was mid-ramble when I noticed a few people near us glancing over, whispering excitedly. I tried to ignore it, but sure enough, as soon as we stepped off the ride, another group of fans approached Josh, asking for pictures.

I took a deep breath, forcing my frustration down. I knew this came with the territory, but it was starting to feel like we couldn’t go anywhere without being stopped. I waited off to the side as Josh graciously took more photos, smiling and chatting with his fans.

“Okay, that was awesome,” Josh said when he finally returned to my side. “You might just turn me into a Disney nerd.”

I laughed, trying to push away the annoyance bubbling inside me. “Just wait until we get to Indiana Jones. There’s this boulder scene where the walls are moving back instead of the boulder moving forward to create the illusion from the movies. It’s super cool.”

We started walking again, but my excitement had dimmed slightly. I loved that Josh was good to his fans, but I wanted this day to be about us. I tried not to let it bother me, but as we grabbed a Mickey pretzel, I couldn’t help but launch into one of my usual rants to distract myself.

“Did you know Disneyland pretzels are different from Disney World’s? They put less salt on them here, which makes them way better. Disney World’s can be too salty sometimes.”

Josh bit into his half of the pretzel, nodding along. “Interesting.”

I smiled, feeling a little better. “See? This is why Disneyland wins in the snack department.”

But as we moved through the park, it seemed like every few minutes, someone would stop Josh. We barely got through Space Mountain without someone recognizing him, and even in the Indiana Jones line, there were whispers and glances.

By the time we got off Indiana Jones, I was at my wit’s end. We hadn’t even made it halfway through my carefully planned day, and I felt like we’d spent more time taking pictures than actually enjoying the park.

As we walked toward Fantasyland, a few more fans stopped us. This time, I could feel my patience snap. I crossed my arms, trying to keep my frustration in check as Josh graciously posed for more pictures.

When he finally came back to me, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I’m happy you’re being so sweet with your fans, but I feel like we haven’t had any time for just us,” I said, my voice tinged with irritation.

Josh looked at me, his smile faltering for a moment. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it was bothering you.”

I sighed, feeling guilty for snapping. “It’s just… I was really looking forward to today. Just the two of us. And it feels like we can’t go five minutes without being stopped.”

Josh wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close. “I get it. Let’s try to sneak away for a bit, just the two of us, okay? We’ll find a quiet spot.”

I nodded, feeling a bit better as we made our way toward Toontown. “Okay, but I swear, if one more person—"

“Josh! Oh my god, can we get a picture?”

I groaned internally. Josh shot me an apologetic look before turning to the group. As he took more pictures, I crossed my arms, trying not to let my frustration show. But the more I thought about it, the more it got under my skin.

By the time we made it to Mickey’s house, I was practically fuming. Meeting Mickey Mouse was something I’d always avoided—I was more about the rides—but Josh insisted.

“Trust me, it’ll be fun,” he said, dragging me through the line.

When it was our turn, Josh practically ran into Mickey’s open arms like an excited kid. Despite my irritation, I couldn’t help but smile at how happy he looked. We posed for a few photos, and to my surprise, a Disney Cast Member asked if they could take a picture for social media. I rolled my eyes, but Josh nodded, flashing his camera-ready grin. The Cast Member snapped a few shots, and after we spent a few minutes chatting with Mickey, we headed out.

Josh must have noticed my lingering frustration, because as we walked away, he leaned down, whispering in my ear. “I know today hasn’t gone exactly as planned, but I’m still having an amazing time with you.”

I sighed, leaning into him as we made our way toward the castle. “I know. I just wish we could have more time for us. But… you’re right. It’s still magical.”

The sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the park. We found a spot near the castle to watch the fireworks, Josh wrapping his arms around me from behind as we settled in to wait.

As the first burst of color lit up the sky, I sighed contentedly, feeling the frustration melt away. This—this moment right here—was what I had been waiting for. Just us, wrapped up in each other, surrounded by the magic of Disneyland.

The fireworks exploded above us in a symphony of light and color, and I couldn’t help but smile as I looked up at the sky. We’d had interruptions, sure, but at the end of the day, none of that mattered.

Josh leaned down, his voice soft in my ear. “I wouldn’t trade a single second of today.”

I turned to look up at him, my heart swelling. “Neither would I.”

Because in the end, no matter how many fans stopped us or how many pictures we had to take, what mattered most was this—being here, together.

The real magic wasn’t just in Disneyland. It was in us.

//

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[notoriouseliterp]

Hello, lovely members!

This is going to be quite a long admin note as there are a few points we’d like to touch on. But before we dive into that, I’d like to start by saying how amazing you all are in so many ways. The group has been open for a little over a month now and we couldn’t be happier about how things are going and how smoothly everything is running. There have been no major issues and we can’t thank you all enough for continuing to show up and write together. Thank you. We admins truly appreciate you all.

With that said, there are a few things that we must enforce right now for the sake of the group.

Please remember that trigger tags are important and are not mandatory! It’s understandable that we might forget from time to time and that’s okay. However, we kindly invite everyone to visit the trigger page here and ensure that you are tagging your posts appropriately when necessary.

Don’t be afraid to reach out to muns you haven’t talked to before, especially if you have an idea you’d like to explore. We understand that this can be tricky, especially for those who are shy or anxious about initiating contact. However, remember that we are all part of a group because we want to be part of a group, of a community where we can create new connections and write with more than one person. I assure you, everyone here is more than happy to plot and develop their muses further So take the leap and give it a try. If you ever feel ignored or uncomfortable with a particular mun, don't hesitate to message us on the main. We’re always here to listen and help in any way we can. This a general reminder for everyone to also be proactive in coming up with ideas for plotting/connections and to at least provide each other with something to work with. Which leads me to the next point...

Replies: Make sure to give the other person something to work with. Ask yourself if your reply is something you would find easy to respond to; if not, develop it a bit more, ask questions, find common ground between the two muses interacting. This isn't an issue per se, as everyone has their own writing style, but it's a good reminder to always put effort into your replies, even if the muses aren’t directly connected in any way. We’re not saying long replies are the only way—absolutely not—that’s not the point at all. But everybody need to give the other person something to respond to, or else the conversation will die early on.

Last but not least, memes. we’ve had three memes so far and have encountered the same issue each time: not everyone is sending asks to others. While Tumblr can sometimes eat asks, it’s unlikely that more than half of them are getting lost. We know it can be a lot of work to send asks to 30+ celebs, but everyone is here to have fun, and it’s not fair to those who put in the effort to not receive as many as they expect and deserve. The rules are simple: if you reblog a meme with multiple muses, you must send an ask for each muse you’ve reblogged with. Make sure to go back and send asks to those who reblogged after you, every day until the meme ends. If you can’t be around right in that moment to do the meme, wait to reply until you’re actually available, or at least make sure you have enough time to send in questions before reblogging. We hate to do this, but this is an issue we can’t ignore. For the next meme, we’ll do a test and ask everyone to send asks off-anon. In the meantime, the current meme is still on-going, so we kindly ask those who didn’t send questions to everybody, to do so.

I’ll wrap up this note by saying once again that we love you all. If you have any doubts or questions, please don’t hesitate to ask, and we’ll be happy to clarify.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

a huge barrier for me for actually sleeping with anyone ever is idk what to do to like, express that intent in a non-creepy way. like I know what NOT to do but idk what TO do to ask and I have moral OCD so my brain is constantly like Repent For Looking Up on Someone With Carnal Desire In Your Heart even though I'm not Catholic. like I know it's fine but OUGH the ingrained guilt be hitting. anyway hi sex witch I have gotten NO sleep so idk how coherent this is but tl;dr I have problems disease. This is probably more of a therapist issue than a you issue but I am hoping you don't mind anonymous venting? If you have ideas I'll take them

hey anon,

this is the most catholic shit I've ever heard from a non-catholic but on god we're going to get through it. I mean it absolutely IS therapist shit, please do that, but we can make a little start here.

I guess, like, realistically, let's talk about your fear of being perceived as creepy. how are you broaching this question? because as long as you're not doing it by leaning in over a stranger's shoulder to breathe wetly in their ear or sprinting at a group of people waiting for the bus whilst whipping open your trench coat to reveal your genitalia or propositioning cashiers at work, you're probably good. context is important, but you probably know that.

I also have to assume you're not just asking acquaintances at random if they want to bone but rather people with whom you feel like there's at least a little interest and a chance of saying yes. and if you're not sure about the vibe, great news! you can literally just ask to hang out with them to get to know them better and develop the vibe.

if you're not so much looking to add a sexual component to your relationship with someone you already know and rather perusing the apps (or websites? idk, are people still on okcupid or farmers only or whatever?), wow, that's even easier. pretty easy to be upfront about what you're interested in and filter accordingly!

regardless of what pools you're pulling perspective partners from, the best way to combat the fear of expressing an interest in sex is to accept that awkwardness is fine and, dare I say, normal. and fine! it's fine to be a little sweaty and nervous and have some little fumbles while making that overture. that's very normal, and doesn't actually need to be scary as long as we're operating in the mindset that it's totally fine if someone says no.

again, an invitation to explore sex together is only a creepy thing if you're doing it in one of those ways I described up to, or in a way that otherwise disregards the feelings of the person you're asking! and as long as you're asking in a way that's not wildly inappropriate, there's no reason to take a no as a rejection of everything about you. listen, there are TONS of people who I deeply love and would continue to deeply love even if they asked to hook up and I wasn't into it.

also, hey: get some sleep.

[enluv]

sleeping under the stars ⋆ ˚｡⋆☆ !

coco’s love note: before anything, i wanted to say thank you to everyone who has supported me through my journey on this platform, honestly from the bottom of my heart I’m so thankful for you all and appreciate it so much, all the comments, rbs, like, asks, tags, literally everything means a lot to me!! i love being able to write and share my works with you, and it makes me overjoyed when you also read and enjoy them :) i am terrible when it comes to these types of paragraphs but I do want to say thank you again, and I will continue to keep writing for you as much as I can <3 (p.s: thank you to all my wonderful moots who encourage me to write everyday not only with their words but their own works as well !!)

sleepover? what’s that! - well let me explain, I will be hosting a night where we can all come to this blog and stay up with some cute little activities that I have planned out just for us :) below I will explain all the activities we will be having at our sleepover!!

when is it? - july 24th @ 10 PM cdt! – so get your questions and everything ready for the night to come :) !! feel free to send them in already so they’re ready to be answered on the 24th !!

rules? - be respectful, check the open slots - once slots are filled any asks sent after will be deleted, follow the rules for each activity as stated, please be following me if you are participating in my event and do not send in an ask if you aren’t because you’ll be taking slots from my actual followers (moots you can ignore if slots are filled and still send in an ask for an activity!)

the groups for this event are the following - enhypen, tomorrow x together, stray kids, and seventeen.

PSA: please note that you can participate in multiple activities but for activity #2 & #3 I ask that you pick between the two so that others will have a chance to join as well!

onto the fun, what activities will we be doing?! - we will have three main activities to participate in!! and below I will explain them to you as best as I can with examples !!

activity number one: ask the characters!

how to participate? - as many of you know I have a handful of writings on this account, and even more to come! but i wanted to offer you the chance to get the answer to any questions you’ve ever had when reading my works, anything left unsaid by a series or fic that I’ve posted! the way this works is you can send in an ask with the name of the series or work or character you’re curious about and they will answer your question!! you can also ask me any questions if you’d like <3 (this idea was given to me by an anon!)

example(s): “ activity #1 - I have a question for soft launching jay, how did you meet your y/n?” and he’ll answer the question for you !! OR “this if for activity #1 and I have a question for coco, in three exes blank says this and I was wondering if it meant anything deeper?” !!

activity number two: drabbles & drabbles!

how to participate? - drabbles are some of my favorite things to write, so this is simple enough, send me an idol from the groups i stated above and a word and I’ll write you a drabble based on how I interpret that word! make sure to be specific, include the activity number along with the word, idols name, and group - this activity will have a limit after a certain number so make sure to check back here to see if it’s open !!

example(s): “hi coco, this is for activity #2 - my idol choice is felix from skz and my word is dreamy” OR “for activity two - my idol is yeonjun (txt) and my word is petrichor”

— CLOSED!

activity number three: alexa play cupid (read: matchups!) !!

how to participate? - have you ever wanted to know which idol you’d end up with? ever thought, hmm he’s perfect for me! we’ll look no further, in this activity I will match you up with the perfect idol for you!!

– all YOU have to do is send (ALL) the following: your name, if you are a minor or adult, an idol with the same personality as you, favorite song, zodiac sign, and a hobby you enjoy doing !! please include all of these, if your ask does not include them they will be marked as invalid!

example: “hey coco this is for activity #3 - my name is (name), i’m an adult, an idol with my personality is beomgyu, my favorite song is (insert song), my zodiac sign is taurus, and a hobby I enjoy doing is crocheting!!” OR “hello this is for activity #3 my name is (name/pseudo), I’m a minor, an idol with my personality is jake from enhypen, my favorite song is (insert song), my zodiac sign is cancer, and a hobby I have is going to the gym”

— CLOSED!

coco’s love note: once again, thank you so much for 3k followers, I hope we continue to grow and you have fun with this event! & thank you to all my moots who read this over and helped me make it the best possible <3

[neonmetro]

HIIII ULY ANON IS BACK, Sighs it's finally the weekend, school has been eating me alive !!!!

I hope you are doing so well neon !!!!

Soooo *looks around* for no particular reason. . .whats the relationship with Arakiel, Moloch and Azazel. . .

Azazel and Moloch. . .they are so terrible I love them. But to be completely fair they all are and I LIVE for it

Also Aishire and Bezaliel appreciation. . .I LIVE FOR THESE TWO SMMM CHAT WHAT. They are honestly so. . .they are such goobers. . .the babies ever. . .

And out of curiousity do you listen to Fish in a bird cage. . .and if you do. . .do you think any of their songs fit any of your OCs. Wink Wink nudge nudge

ALSO POLITES AND EURYLOCHUS???? I'M KILLING MYSELF THEY LOOK SO CUTE JDAJDOVOJDGRY THEY ARE SWEET MY LORD BLESS MY EYES NEON

Please. . .I need to know more about Polites, Eurylochus, and Uly. . .The babies ever !!!! What a cute friend group, nothing will happen to them surely /j

Also I honestly might just write a whole Ulysses appreciation ask. . .thanking the blorbo ever for getting me through this long week. (Theres a reason I am Ulysses loving anon chat I just love this guy) /SILLY

ALSO WHENEVER YOU SEE THIS JUST KNOW YOU ARE GREAT👍🏽REST, AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, YOU ARE IMPORANT !!!1

*fades into the darkness*

-Ulysses loving anon

HI ULYANON!!!! I'VE BEEN DOING.... SMTH I HOPE YOU'VE BEEN DOING WELL!!!!

arakiel, azazel, and moloch originally had a trio sibling relationship but as im writing projmar and arakiel starts having more of an antagonistic role i don't think that dynamic will come to fruition... originally azazel and moloch kidnapped arakiel and they only got to that point by slowly warming up to them? so that should give a basis of how fucked up their relationship w each other are (its p bad tbh, arakiel does NOT like moloch and straight up wishes to kill them so they can assimilate into being one person again, and feels a strange attachment to azazel but is very much afraid of them)

bezai is terrible awful. i hope they kiss and die. literally so awful that they deserve each other

yess... i listen to fish in a birdcage...

for songs!!!! rule 4 is eve, rule 21 is death, rule 27 is ulysses, and rule 34 is kalypto. unfortunately i think kalypto is self explanatory.

POLITES AND EURYLOCHUS ARE GOING TO FUCKING DESTROY ME. I HATE IT HERE (CREATED THEM MYSELF THIS IS MY OWN DOING) THEY'RE THE WORST FRIEND GROUP EVER. THE LOUDEST ASS BITCHES EVER.

i really need to write more about them but it's pretty awful. i would say ulysses and polites only really became friends in hs, then when ulysses married penelope, eurylochus became friends w polites who is just a friend magnet.... (unrelated but agamemnon kinda forced all the achaeans to have constant meetings together so diomedes and ulysses got to bond a lot while eurylo and polites bonded a lot more)

following etm's interp of polites, his philosphy of welcoming the world with open arms is still there but he isn't stupid. he knows he has to kill because they are in a WAR and he encourages his other men to only kill in self defense, while reassuring to ulysses he won't hold the deaths of its men against it.

its a pretty big contention between eurylochus and ulysses, eurylochus wishes to kill everything after the cyclops bc he saw ulysses get a curse contract but ulysses has to hold him back

eurylo: let's kill them before we can get hurt.

ulysses: if you hurt them first, we'll all end up dead.

I WILL HAVE SO MUCH CONTENT TO FEED ME IF YOU ARE SO INCLINED TO SEE.......

THANK YOU ULYANON AHDGRVRHGGHGG i will power through another week (gripping my head

[twigg96]

I’m STARVING for Charles Offdensen content, so may I have something like High School Sweethearts that meet again at a ten-year reunion or s’mthing? If fanfic slots are open, I’d like one. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.

Hello my sweet Anon! Yess we Stan Charles!!! I hope you don’t mind but I kinda went a little wild with this one!

Until Next Time

Warnings: indicates smexy times if you squint, lost love found again.

Pronouns: They/Them, S/O, Partner

Summary: Charles Foster Offdensen was a little wild and wacky in his younger years. He did a lot of things he truly regretted. One such thing was losing touch with the love of his life. But fate tends to bring people back together in the funniest ways. Maybe it was Karma. Or maybe it was sheer dumb luck.

Panting breaths and glistening skin glossed in the neon light of stolen store signs. The feel of slick sweat under fingertips and drag of nails on sensitive skin. The smell of intoxicating incense whipping across bodies making sweet unbridled love. With a shiver and a contented whine Charles laid his head on his partner’s chest not minding the mess he would have to clean in the morning. He could feel their every breath. Hear their racing heartbeat through their ribs as he traced patterns into their sides. With a shiver, he could feel their fingers gliding through his waist length hair. “Have you decided yet?” His partner whispered almost so quietly that he could not hear. Charles hummed lazily, turning his head to meet his partner’s intense gaze. “I promise. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He muttered, wrapping his arms around and under his love. “I saw the letters, Charlie.” They huffed. Cocking a brow Charles shook his head, sitting up on his elbows to get a better look at his partner’s face. “Babe… I really don’t understand. What letters?” He asked. Rolling their eyes his S/O turned their head away from Charles. “Don’t try to hide it.” They bit out. “The acceptance letters.” Oh… fuck. Charles swallowed thickly, shifting uncomfortably. “You… ah… you saw those?” He asked meekly, wincing at the glare thrown his way. “How could I not when they were just lying on the fucking table, Charles!” Cursing his lack of organizational skills, the recent high school graduate shook his head. “Look… I was going to say something but-“ Suddenly Charles was sitting on his knees, face to face with his S/O, their hands on his chest as they cut him off. “But what?!” They snapped, shaking their head angrily. Behind them the tapestry of the American flag they “decorated” with the anarchy symbol in dark spray paint fluttered with the movement of the A/C. “You were just going to say ‘I’m so sorry, I know I said we were going to have this great life. Ya know, get married, start that group we always wanted to, use your skills and mine combined to dismantle the world's governments after graduation but instead I went behind your back and put in applications to move across the country without you’ and you just expect me to accept that?!” Charles shook his head feeling so confused and conflicted. Everything was so overwhelming. “No… I wanted you to come with me.” He whispered. Silence. “With you?” Was all that was whispered back as painful tears rolled down their cheeks. “Darling… how would we ever pull that off?” They asked sniffling and swiping at their running makeup as Charles wiped away the tears. “I-I don’t know. But you could always apply-“ they shook their head cutting Charles off once more. “I dropped out, remember… no way an Ivy League would ever take me.” They sobbed. Charles hummed pulling his lover close and kissing their hairline, thinking about what his partner said. “We could move into an apartment… I could help you get your GED… it’ll be tight but if we both work full time…” His S/O looked at him with large pleading eyes. “And lose your full ride by not choosing to go full time and live on campus? Baby please don’t do that. Not for me.” They whispered through heavy sobs. Pulling them close to his chest, he held them close, running his fingers through their hair as he rocked back and forth soothingly. “Then… I just won’t go.” He said finally. But his partner laughed deviatingly. “We both know that’s not true Charles Foster Offdensen. Jesus Christ… When will you ever just wake up….”

Wake up…

Wake up…

The words rang out clearer and clearer in his mind, morphing from his lover’s sweet sorrowful voice into a frank Midwestern accent. Blinking bleary eyes, light assaulted Charles’ eyes. Grumbling, he grasped for his glasses blindly on the nightstand. “Oh thank shit! Charlie you’re finally up!” Pickles stood before Charles, his voice thick with worry. “What is it, Pickles?” Charles asked groggily, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he sat up slowly and pulled his glasses into place. “The haus is on lockdown… the gears sent me to find you. Something about a break in… I was the only one awake still so they sent me in to wake ya.” Pickles’ breath smelled of booze and weed but Charles knew better than to dismiss him. “Ok… thank you Pickles. I’ll, ah… I’ll look into it.” He muttered, rubbing the sleep out of his face and puling on the robe he had hanging at the end of the bed for safe keeping. Pickles shuffled his feet anxiously, obviously eager to tell Charles more but not willing to take the wrath of an uncaffeinated CFO. Staring expectantly at Pickles, Charles went about getting his suit ready on the bed. “Is there… ah… something else you need Pickles?” He asked with an air of slight annoyance. The drummer nodded, twiddling with his thumbs. “T-The gears said this is very important… like ‘Get dressed in the Command Center'' serious.” Charles nodded curtly. He understood.

Charles found the time to at least pull a pair of dress slacks on before walking into the Command Center. He was met with his general of command shaking his hand firmly as the other dutiful Klokateers fluttered around the two helping Charles to appear presentable, fixing his hair, changing his top into a dress shirt, tie, and blazer. “Good morning, sire. I apologize for the inconvenience.” The hooded man said. “It’s no inconvenience. As long as we keep the boys safe. That’s all that matters.” Charles hummed, turning to the wall of monitors. The general nodded his cloaked head in understanding. “Sire an anarchist terrorist group has infiltrated the grounds. How do you want us to proceed?” Pointing to the monitors the general directed Charles’ gaze to several different monitors. “Have any of them attempted to enter the building?” Charles asked, watching the figures dressed in all black sneak around the grounds of the building on the night vision of the camera systems. The general nodded shallowly. “Their leader… This one there.” The general pointed to a figure that sparked something… vaguely familiar in Charles. But the CFO brushed the feeling off focusing on the task at hand. “What’s their history? I want this terrorist group’s name. I want every member’s names, addresses, and family pets. I want it all!” Charles ordered, listening to the gears around them work, typing on the many computers searching the digital databases for any information they could provide him. Watching the group slink across the security cameras Charles growled as they spread out ducking behind several blind spots and disappearing from sight. Pointing to several of his high ranking Klokateer members Charles walked to the door. “We’re taking them down now before they have a chance to act.” He growled, marching down the hall to face the attackers.

The gears had moved in front of Charles as they approached the lone pillars. Strapped to each base were 5 charges of C-4 all blinking and armed. The sight sent shivers up Charles' spine as the gears moved into action to disable the bombs. How many more were there? How many more could there be? Glancing around in the dark for any signs of movement, Charles held his phone to his ear calling the Command Center. But before the phone can connect, it is ripped from his hand as a knife is pressed to his throat. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” A voice rang out of the darkness, muffled by what Charles could only assume was a mask. The gears turned to look at their leader but the sharp knife merely dig deeper into his throat. Holding his hands up slowly, Charles stayed as calm as possible. “Keep working.” He ordered his gears, glancing back to the person in black with the familiar voice. “I’ll handle this…” The person laughed, the sound, almost intoxicating and pleasant if not for the circumstances. “Oh, Charlie… you lost your grip on everything already…” the voice muttered lowly, passionately, their blade lowering just enough for the CFO to face them. Lifting the mask Charles’ ex grinned deviously up at him, eyeing his figure in the dim moon light. “It’s been a long time. You’re a sight to see, Charlie.” They whispered, brushing his hair back behind his ear. Charles hummed, pulling away from the touch as if it had burnt him. “It has…” he whispered. “Why are you here? Why with them?” His ex shrugged much too playfully for the situation at hand. “Awe… come one Charlie. Didn’t cha miss me? Not one bit?” They mused, standing on their tippy toes. That’s when Charles saw it. The sheer manic gleam shining in their eyes. One he was too familiar with after weeks of fighting so many others like them off. The pain that filled his chest was immeasurable. They were a revengencer… maybe once they had liked Dethklok. What they stood for. But now. They were corrupted by the curse of Salacia… Charles knew. But who would believe him? Especially his beautiful, wonderful ex who he had loved. Who he probably still loved. “I-I did. I-I still do.” Charles whispered. Oh how he wanted to scoop them into his arms and pull them to a safe place and try to talk sense into them. Maybe with a little confidence he could get them to stay in one of the cells until they woke up. Or maybe he could sneak them into his room? But the thoughts were merely fleeting as his ex S/O began to laugh a hearty belly laugh. One of those belly laughs that cracks the ribs and aches the sides. “You’re such a charmer Charlie.” They crooned, stepping away from him. “You always were, ya know. It’s why I fell for ya in the first place.” Pulling a small detonator from their pocket they giggled twirling it around in their hand like some sort of sick toy. “Ya know… you’re really lucky Chuck.” They muttered, stepping farther into the darkness. “I dismantled my best group after seeing you at your first UN press conference. These idiots know shit about dismantling governments. They bailed when I mentioned the word bomb.” The terrorist hummed pressing down on the button making cute confetti spring from the bags of C-4 and rain from all areas of the haus. “You should really upgrade your security, babe.” They whispered tossing the detonator on the grass in front of him. Fuck… glancing up Charles met their eyes. Love still shown deep inside, deep beneath all the drugged mania they were forced to live through. “Until next time, mon amor.” They purred, sending a sensual wink his way before disappearing into the pitch blackness of the night. Yes. Charles thought leaning over to pick up the toy detonator. Until next time, my love.

[ivettel]

mcr anon again!! seeing your reply made me so happy, you have no idea!

i don’t have a favourite album just yet but i love the black parade (it’s the album i started with), three cheers, danger days, and even though whether it counts as one of their albums is a little unclear from what i’ve seen, i absolutely love conventional weapons! bullets is the album that is probably most different to what i’m used to, but the songs have been growing on me and i’ve started to love it more.

i have not gotten the chance to get into much of the lore yet! i’ve seen bits of the black parade stuff and a mention of the demolition lovers but not much more than that. i’ve been a little hesitant to reach out to anyone to ask about the mcr lore because there’s just so much that i’m a little intimidated and don’t know where to begin 😅

anyway i absolutely love you and your blog as a baby killjoy (i think?? it’s been 3 months since i got into them) and a seb fan <3

hello again!

oooh hell yes the black parade is what a lot of people would consider to be their magnum opus, i adore it--if you haven't already, please check out the black parade live in mexico! something about their live performances is just soo visceral and exciting and it almost makes their studio versions pale in comparison, esp when it comes to this album! seeing them live last september was genuinely actually life changing. my personal fav is three cheers, but there's a mcr album for every mood <3

also, yeah, cw isn't reeeally an album, even if people basically group the songs together like one. in short, what happened during the making of the black parade was really sad, like the band moved to a haunted mansion, mikey had a crazy mental breakdown, etc, and gerard was like so incredibly into the concept of the album that it took. Everything out of him? and like all artists do, he had that moment where he was like, well, i don't want to need to hurt myself irreparably to make art. so the goal for the next album was to just play it straight--no high concept, just pure fucking rock. and they tried a bunch of things that led to cw! but ultimately they couldn't make their sound work as A My Chemical Romance Album, no matter how they sliced it, and also there was some talk that the boys were getting tired of each other. danger days came out of the ashes of conventional weapons, which you can hear musically, and it's very cool! but so like there was a huge gap between the end of tbp and dd and people didn't know what happened in the interim until after the band broke up and released cw.

bullets is SO beloved--like you say, it's the most sonically different! part of that is the sound production quality (they recorded in a friend's basement studio under an indie record label called eyeball records, got signed to reprise after) and they had a shit drummer nicknamed otter (who thankfully got sacked before three cheers), and the boys were ohhh so very new to all of this. another part is That Was The Scene, they were raised on new jersey rock legends like the misfits, thursday was (and still is) super popular, etc. it's crazy though like, ray was going to try and get into the film industry! gerard had been interning at cartoon network! frank was trying to make it with his own band called pencey prep (he didn't join until may 30 2002)!

it's a very romantic album i think, a time capsule of the era for sure. gerard was suffering from crazy tooth pain and had to get punched in the face to stop bitching about it. frank wasn't even in the band and he hung around the studio smoking and napping on the couch. they didn't sell their CDs, they just gave them out to try and spread the word. they were piss drunk for their first ever show because they were so goddamn nervous. there's a lot of extra context that i think makes the album more accessible! but also if u keep an open mind and listen to bullets just as it is, and let all the melodies and themes wash over you, listen to the lyrics, you might find yourself loving it :)

for more info: i would absolutely recommend starting with life on the murder scene for a glorified summary of their time starting out and during the recording of three cheers! and for a full fairytale kinda rundown for their time in the band, tom bryant's true lives is like the beginner's bible. they'll give u a sense of who the band is! the lore and the ~characterizations~ given to them from those two sources have stayed to this day. but then yknow, you get deeper into it and you find that some things are kinda handwaved for the sake of story and you end up obsessed with whatever happened in 2007, and ugh. anyway! lots of levels to this. but def start out with those!

sorry this got so long, i could talk about this band forever LOL. but cheers, appreciate it, and if u ever wanna come off anon and dm we can totally chat! x