#if I keep staring imma scream again

[cokoweee]

❄️Snooper snoopers❄️

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Winters a funky lil thing for idiot number 2 also backgrounds....eughh...

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[hoshifighting]

lee chan as your sugar baby!

— WARNINGS: sugar mommy x sugar baby relationship, smut, cock riding, overstimulation, oral (m. receiving). — (Seventeen as Sugar Baby's Series)

chan's fingers hovered over the keyboard, the couch under him squeaking as his friends shifted closer, eyes glued to his screen. the profile had been a joke, a dare born out of a boredom and too many beers. his bio was something ridiculous, like “lee chan, 25. likes dancing, long walks to the fridge, and avoiding adult responsibilities.” he doesn’t think much of it, just another one of those dumb things you do with friends that you forget about the next morning.

so when that notification popped up, he’d been fully ready to shrug it off.

“oh shit, someone actually bit,” seungkwan snorted, elbowing him in the ribs.

“no way,” vernon leaned in closer, practically draping himself over chan’s shoulder. “what, is it a granny looking for a toyboy?”

chan was already smirking, about to type back something half-assed, but then he clicked on the profile.

silence.

“bro…” was all soonyoung managed, voice dropping to something almost reverent.

you stared back at him from the screen, the photo set in dubai. expensive-ass bikini that screamed designer without being obnoxious about it, a pool so clear it could’ve been a goddamn mirror. every photo after that, some crazy tourist spot, one after the other. greece, italy, fucking bali. you were clearly someone who had their shit together, someone who probably had the same watch collection as his entire paycheck for the last year.

chan’s still staring at the screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard. he’s never seen anything like this before. you look like money, smell like money, like that fancy, understated kind of wealth that doesn’t need to brag.

“are you gonna reply or just keep ogling?” seungkwan’s voice snapped him out of it.

he glanced at the message again. just a simple “hi” but now another one had popped up.

“she’s typing again,” someone whispers, and chan snaps out of it, eyes darting back to the chat window.

“you’re real cute in that profile pic,” it read, followed by a winking emoji.

“well, fuck me,” chan muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair. “what the hell do i even say to that?”

“anything but something stupid,” vernon quipped, nudging him.

chan bites his lip, glancing at his friends who are all staring at him like this is the most important conversation of his life. and maybe it kinda is.

his fingers hovered again. you were out of his league in every way that mattered, but here you were, talking to him. and what was he? just some dude who loved dance and cheap beer. but fuck it. he wasn’t about to let that stop him.

“hii! you know, you look even better than all those tourist spots. might have to see for myself sometime...”

“oh my god, dude,” vernon whispered, trying not to laugh too loudly.

“he’s going in!” seungkwan half-yelled, covering his mouth in shock.

chan hit send and immediately regretted it, cheeks burning. “what? too much?”

“nah, man, that’s bold,” soonyoung said, barely containing his grin. “you might’ve just scored.”

seconds felt like hours, everyone staring at the screen, waiting. then, the notification pinged.

“lol, that’s cute,” you replied. “where you living rn?”

chan’s hands shook as he typed back. “seoul. just a humble dancer here. what about you? where you at?”

“imma bet she’s like, in some penthouse in new york or something,” soonyoung guessed.

chan rolled his eyes but waited, heart in his throat, until your next message popped up.

“france atm. here for work.”

“what the fuck?” chan whispered, blinking. “she’s in france? who just casually drops they’re in france?”

“she’s high-class, bro,” vernon chuckled, “better up your game.”

chan swallowed, typing back, “damn, france, huh? that’s far. what kind of work are you into?”

“bet she’s got some crazy job,” soonyoung mused, leaning in closer.

your reply came quicker this time. “i’m a director at a company. lots of traveling, lots of meetings, but it’s worth it.”

“right?” chan exhaled, trying to play it cool. “guess i better brush up on my french. so, when are you back in seoul?”

“soon,” you replied. “might need a tour guide when i get there. you up for the job?”

chan felt his heart skip a beat. “hell yeah, i’m up for it. i’ll make sure you see all the best spots.”

“even better if one of those spots is your place,” you teased.

his friends erupted into laughter, nearly falling off the couch as chan’s face turned beet red. “fuck… she’s smooth,” he mumbled, grinning despite himself.

“she’s gonna eat you alive, and you’re gonna love it,” vernon teased, leaning back into the couch, grinning ear to ear.

days passed, and his friends kept throwing out jokes, but none of them actually thought he’d go through with meeting you. it was supposed to be a dare, a laugh, nothing serious. but there chan was, pulling on the finest clothes he owned, trying to look like he belonged next to someone like you. black slacks, a crisp white shirt, the kind of fit that made him feel like maybe he could pass for someone with a little more class, some nice pants, and his best pair of shoes. it wasn’t designer, but it was the best he could do.

he paced in front of his apartment building, checking his phone every two seconds. his palms were already sweating, and his heart raced in his chest like it was trying to break free.

then, he saw it—a sleek black porsche 911 pulling up to the curb, the engine purring like a panther. “no fucking way,” he whispered to himself as the door opened and you stepped out, removing your sunglasses with a casual flick of your wrist. your gaze locking onto his. you were the picture of luxury, the kind of woman who had her shit together and didn’t let anyone forget it.

chan swallowed hard, his confidence from your messages feeling a little shaky now that you were right in front of him. “uh, hey,” he managed, running a hand through his hair.

you smiled, a slow, knowing curve of your lips as you approached him. “nice to finally meet you, chan,” you said, your voice smooth, like you were used to making people feel a little off-kilter.

“y-yeah, you too,” he stammered, trying to hold it together. “you look... wow.”

“thanks,” you replied, glancing at his outfit. “you clean up pretty well yourself.”

he chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “figured i should try to look the part.”

you gave him an appraising look before tilting your head towards the car. “so, you know how to drive?”

he blinked, caught off guard. “uh, yeah, of course.”

“good,” you said, tossing the keys his way. he barely caught them, fumbling a bit as he did. “why don’t you take us for a spin, then?”

“you want me to drive that?” chan asked, glancing back at the porsche, his nerves doubling.

you nodded, a glint in your eye. “you got it, pretty boy. show me what you can do.”

chan’s heart thudded in his chest as he walked over to the car, his hands still a little shaky as he slid into the driver’s seat. the leather was soft under his fingers, the kind of luxury he wasn’t used to, but damn if he didn’t feel like a king behind that wheel.

he started the engine, the car rumbling to life, and glanced over at you. you were watching him, your expression amused but with a hint of something else, something that made him feel like this was more than just a ride.

“so, where to first?” he asked, gripping the wheel a little tighter.

“how about we start with wherever you usually hang out?” you suggested, settling into the seat, your gaze flicking to him. “i want to see the city through your eyes.”

chan nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “okay, i can do that.”

chan had never felt so out of his element, yet so at ease. he’d taken you through his world, showing you his favorite spots around the city—the dance studio where he spent countless hours perfecting his moves, a little-known art exhibition that he’d insisted on paying for, despite your amused protests. now, the two of you strolled through a quiet park, the late afternoon sun casting a warm, golden glow over everything.

as you walked, chan led you to a secluded spot where an old statue stood, slightly weathered but still striking. it was a simple piece, a couple entwined in an embrace, their lips inches apart, forever captured in a moment of almost-kissing.

“so, this statue,” chan started, his voice a little softer now. “there’s this legend that if you kiss someone here, you’re supposed to stay together forever. something about how the artist sculpted it after he lost his wife. he wanted to capture their last moment together, just before they kissed, so they could be like that forever.”

you stopped, staring at the statue, then glanced at him with a knowing smile. “and here i thought you were just a dancer. didn’t know you were into old romantic tales, too.”

he shrugged, a bit bashful. “yeah, well, this place is special. it’s got a vibe, you know?”

“i know,” you replied, stepping closer to the statue, your hand brushing over its surface. “i’ve actually been here before. in fact, i’ve been to every place you showed me today.”

chan’s eyes widened in surprise, a mix of shock and curiosity flooding his expression. “wait, you did? why didn’t you say anything?”

you turned to face him, your gaze locking onto his. “i just wanted to spend time with you. i wanted to see how you experience these places, what they mean to you.”

“that’s… actually pretty sweet.”

you nodded, stepping closer until you were right in front of him, your body almost brushing against his. “you think so?”

for a moment, neither of you spoke, the world around you fading into the background. chan could feel the words hanging between you like a challenge and an invitation all at once.

“well,” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper, “there’s still one thing we haven’t done yet.”

“what’s that?” you asked, your voice equally soft, a teasing edge to it.

chan didn’t answer with words. instead, he slowly closed the distance between you, his hands gently resting on your hips. you could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he was holding back, not wanting to rush, but there was no mistaking the want in his eyes.

and then he kissed you.

it started slow, like he was savoring the first taste. his lips were soft against yours, but there was a firmness in the way he held you. the kiss deepened, his hands sliding up your sides, feeling the smooth, expensive fabric of your dress under his fingertips. it was like touching pure luxury, and it made his heart race even faster.

you responded in kind, your hands sliding over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles beneath his shirt. he was strong, solid, and the contrast between his ruggedness and your refinement sent a thrill through you. you pressed closer, feeling the heat of his body, the way his breath mingled with yours.

he pulled you even closer, his hands now fully around your waist, one sliding up your back as if trying to memorize every inch of you. there was nothing between you and the world but this kiss, this moment, where time seemed to stretch and bend around the two of you.

the kiss was everything—soft and sweet, yet desperate and consuming, like neither of you wanted it to end. his scent surrounded you, a combination of something clean and musky, grounding you even as the kiss made you feel like you were floating.

you pulled back slightly, your lips lingering close to his. you could still feel the ghost of his kiss on your mouth.

chan’s apartment is exactly what you imagined—small, cozy, clean, and it smells like fresh laundry mixed with something musky that’s all him. it’s simple, a little too bare maybe, but there’s something comforting about it. like it’s a place where he can just be himself.

“it’s not much,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck as he leads you inside. “definitely not what you’re used to. not fancy or anything, but… it’s home.”

you smile at him, stepping further into the living room. “i like it,” you say, and you mean it. it’s a place that feels real, lived-in, and right now, it’s exactly where you want to be.

chan watches you carefully, like he’s trying to gauge your reaction, but when he sees the smile on your face, some of that tension leaves his shoulders. he looks at you, a little nervous, but you can see the desire underneath, the way he’s holding himself back.

“so,” you say, stepping closer to him, letting your body brush against his. he’s solid, all hard muscle and pent-up energy, and you can feel the heat radiating off him. “you gonna give me the full tour?”

his breath hitches when you press against him, your lips so close to his that he can practically taste you already. “uh, yeah,” he says, his voice low and a little rough. “i mean, it’s not a big place or anything, but…”

you don’t let him finish. instead, you lick his lips with the tip of your tongue, just a quick, teasing flick that has him groaning almost immediately. his hands twitch at his sides, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to touch you yet.

“chan,” you murmur, your lips ghosting over his. “why don’t you show me the whole place?”

his eyes darken, his hands finally coming up to grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. “you mean… like, now?”

“now,” you confirm, giving him a slow, sultry smile. “and maybe we can start with the bedroom.”

chan doesn’t need to be told twice. he practically drags you down the short hallway, your laughter echoing off the walls as he fumbles with the door. the second you’re inside, his hands are on you, pulling you close, kissing you like he’s been waiting forever to do it.

you push him back toward the bed, feeling the mattress hit the back of your legs as you fall onto it together. chan’s kisses are hungry, almost desperate, and you can feel him trembling slightly, the anticipation building between you.

“fuck, you’re so hot,” he mutters against your lips, his hands sliding under your shirt, feeling the soft skin beneath.

you smirk, running your hands down his chest, feeling the hard lines of his muscles. “you’re not so bad yourself,” you tease, slipping your hand lower, brushing over the bulge in his jeans.

chan’s breath catches in his throat, his hips bucking up into your touch. “shit,” he groans, his head falling back as you palm him through the fabric.

you undo his jeans, sliding them down just enough to free his cock, and you hear the sharp intake of breath he takes as the cool air hits him. he’s already rock hard, thick and pulsing in your hand, and when you lean down to take him into your mouth, the sound he makes is nothing short of pathetic.

“fuck, oh fuck,” he moans, his hands gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles turn white. “shit, your mouth… feels so good.”

you hum around him, swirling your tongue over the tip, tasting the salty bead of precum there. chan’s hips jerk involuntarily, and you can feel how desperate he is, how much he’s holding back. you start moving your mouth up and down his length, taking him deeper each time, and the way he’s losing his mind over it is almost enough to make you lose control.

“i… i can’t—” chan gasps, his voice shaking as he tries to hold on. “i’m gonna… fuck, i’m gonna cum.”

you don’t stop, sucking harder, taking him all the way to the back of your throat. chan’s moans are getting louder, more broken, and you can feel his cock throbbing, his whole body tensing up as he gets closer and closer.

“fuck, i’m cumming, i’m—” he chokes out, his hips bucking up as he spills into your mouth. his whole body shakes, his moans turning into desperate, breathless gasps as he rides out the high, his fingers digging into the sheets like he’s afraid he’ll float away.

you don’t let up, even as he starts to soften in your mouth, your tongue teasing him, milking every last drop out of him. chan’s breath comes in ragged pants, his body twitching uncontrollably as you keep going.

“s-stop,” he pleads, his voice hoarse, almost broken. “too much… can’t…”

you pull back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you crawl up his body. “too much?” you ask, your voice full of teasing. “we’re just getting started.”

chan barely has time to process that before you’re straddling him, your body pressing down onto his still sensitive cock. he gasps, his hands flying to your hips, but he’s too overwhelmed to do anything more than hold on as you start moving.

“fuck, fuck, i can’t,” he whimpers, his head falling back against the pillows, his eyes screwed shut. “i can’t, it’s too much.”

“you can take it,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss him, your hands sliding up his chest. “just relax, let me take care of you.”

chan groans, his hips bucking up into you even though every nerve in his body is screaming at him to stop. the overstimulation is driving him insane, every touch of your body, every movement making him tremble, his hands gripping the pillow like it’s his lifeline. he’s never felt anything like this before, never thought he could feel this good and this overwhelmed at the same time.

you can feel him trembling beneath you, his whole body tense with the effort of holding on. it’s almost too much for him, but you don’t stop, not yet. you want to push him just a little further, want to see how far you can take him.

chan brought out something in you that you hadn’t felt in years. it wasn’t just the excitement of being with someone young and full of life—it was how he made you feel, like every moment with him was a break from the weight of the world. he had this way of dragging you out of your high-stress life and dropping you into something simple, fun, and completely unpretentious.

like that time he took you to the amusement park. you hadn’t been to one in ages, but there you were, screaming your lungs out on roller coasters, laughing so hard you thought you’d cry, and holding his hand through it all. it wasn’t fancy, wasn’t anything like the high-end places you usually found yourself in, but it was exactly what you needed. chan made you feel alive in a way you’d forgotten was possible.

then there were the movie dates, sitting in those darkened theaters with him, your feet up on the seat in front of you like a couple of carefree kids. he’d always pick the cheesiest movies, and you’d groan, but somehow, they ended up being exactly what you needed. you loved watching his face light up during the action scenes or how he’d lean in close to whisper jokes in your ear, making you laugh so much you’d miss half the movie.

but it wasn’t just the dates. it was the little things. like when he’d have one of his fashion shows for you, parading around your massive living room in the new clothes you’d gotten him. the way he’d strike ridiculous poses, just to make you smile, or how his face would light up when you genuinely praised him, making him feel like he was on top of the world.

and you loved being by his side when his friends came over. they had this infectious energy, pulling you into their world effortlessly. you even found yourself spoiling them now and then, slipping one of them some cash or buying them a round of drinks, because they took care of chan so well, and you appreciated that more than you could say.

chan balanced you in a way that was almost scary. no matter how tired you were after a long day at work, he was your constant source of energy, always there, always ready to make you feel better. you’d stop by some luxury brand store on the way home, picking up a few things for him because you knew he’d love it, and because it made you happy to spoil him a little.

you knew that when you walked through the door, he’d be there, waiting for you. sometimes, he’d pull you into bed, his arms wrapped around you as he coaxed you to sleep, whispering sweet nothings in your ear until you drifted off. other times, he’d be more playful, those dancer’s hips of his working magic as he eased the stress out of your body in ways that made you forget all about the bullshit of the day.

“missed you,” he’d murmur, his voice husky and full of affection as he pressed a kiss to your neck.

“missed you too,” you’d reply, your hands finding their way to his hips, pulling him closer. “you always know how to make everything better.”

and it was true. chan wasn’t just a breath of fresh air—he was your escape, your balance, the thing that made everything else worth it.

[kopilot-pop]

Practice Room 18+

(Karina x Dom!Reader)

Request: makeout sesh w karina and her squirming in your lap >.<

Warning(s): MDNI, female reader, semi-public sex, wall sex, voyeurism, fingering, making out, dirty talk, begging, pet names, grinding, is this considered doggy style?, etc.

A/N: Anon hasn’t answered my question so Imma just post it. This is like.. full on sex… the request says making out but it’s kinda more than making out… Anyways hope y’all enjoy🥲

Word Count: 1,263

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“Mmf..”

Soft grunts echo throughout the room and through the one-way glass, you can see confused staff members glance towards the booth as they walk by.

You were supposed to keep Jimin company as she practices a rap verse for the next single. You were supposed to sit in the uncomfortable metal chair and not ogle at her collarbone filled with marks you left last night. You were supposed to keep your hands to yourself and not wonder how loud you can make your girlfriend scream for it to break through the sound-proof booth. Supposed to.

It’s not your fault your girlfriend decided to wear such a revealing outfit. Nope, this situation is all her fault.

“Baby..”

You can feel her soft breathing on your lips as she pushes away slightly to pant.

Jimin’s currently sitting on your lap, with her arms around your neck, and that stupid sweater falling to show her cleavage at this point.

‘God, I can’t have a bloody nose right now.’

Before you can even think straight, Jimin crashes the two of your lips together, her lips gently caressing over yours.

You slowly rise your hands to the inside of her sweater, holding onto her waist as she shifts even more closer to your body.

Your hand brushes past her soft skin, stopping right on her ribcage. You can feel her breathing hitch when your tongue decides to shove past her lips. Her arms move down to hold onto your shoulders and tightly grab onto you.

She whimpers when she feels your tongue.

You open your eyes when she pulls away once again to catch her breath. A thin string of saliva connecting the two of you.

You stare, admiring her flushed cheeks and watery eyes. When she catches you, she embarrassingly averts her gaze, but still doesn’t let you go for even a second.

“Stop…. staring..!”

She weakly smacks your shoulder.

“Ow.. It’s not my fault you look so pretty…”

Your hands on her upper-body slowly trace down as Jimin squirms.

“That tickles-!”

You smile adoringly as you finally reach the hem of her sweatpants.

“Can you stand up for me sweetheart?”

Jimin, once again embarrassed by the pet name, gives another smack as she stands up.

“Damn- Are you trying to break my shoulder?”

Even though you pout, Jimin’s well aware that you’re not even slightly affected by her hits.

You help her strip, but before she could pull off her sweater, you hold it back down.

“I wanna fuck you with this on.”

“Hm.. I thought you liked me naked.” She gives you a smirk and sits right back on your lap.

Now her pussy is directly on top of your right thigh as she nervously grabs onto your shoulders.

“Why did you have to wear jeans..”

“Probably because I didn’t expect to have you riding me inside the company building.”

Jimin - after adjusting her position - starts to grind back and forth. She’s already soaping wet, the sticky fluid completely covering your thigh as a long mark forms.

You watch as she bites her lip, clearly focused on getting her high. Her hips stutter as the material roughly stimulates her clit. But no matter how fast she moves her hips, it seems like she can’t reach her peak.

“Y/nnn… c’mon.. help m-AH?!”

The moment she slows down due to tiredness, you flex your thigh, harshly pushing it up, and making Jimin lose her balance.

You tightly grab her hips, forcing her body to move to your will.

Jimin moans when she realizes you weren’t going to holding back.

“Mmf-! Y/n… Fuck..! Oh my god-!”

“God, you’re so fucking hot like this Rina..”

“Ah! What.. I thought-ugh! I was always hot to- hngh.. to.. you…!”

“You are. Just 10 times hotter when you’re desperate like a whore for me.”

Her lips are parted, and with every sound that leaves them, you can feel your sanity become more and more loose.

Your grip is tight enough to leave a bruise, and when you glance down you can see her clit slightly red from your harsh treatment.

“S..stop staring down there..!”

You snap back to her eyes, realizing your girlfriends breaths was becoming shorter and shorter.

“I’m- ah! I’m gonna come.. Hah.. I’m gonna come Y/n/n.. Can I please come- mmmh…”

“Hold it in baby.”

“I-I can’t! Fuck-!! Baby, please… please ‘m gonna- wha-!”

You jolt up, carrying Jimin in your arms, as you slam her into to the door behind her. She weakly whines, feeling her near-orgasm die down when you push her off of your leg. But before she could utter a complain, you flip her body around, immediately shoving two of your fingers inside her hole.

“AH! What the-?”

Surprised by the sudden change in position, Karina tries to steady herself by holding onto the glass pane of the door.

“Wa-wait-! Y/n!!”

She claws at the glass, with her head falling down as her screams turn into whines when you don’t slow down even with her plea. You move your long fingers quickly causing squelching sounds to echo throughout the booth. Your other hand reaches out to grab her hair - gently pulling her back up.

“I wanna hear you scream babygirl. Look outside, I want them to know how good of a girlfriend I am.”

Karina’s eyes widen as she sees the several employees chatting directly across the booth. She knows that the two of you can’t be seen from the other side, but every time one of them even glances towards her direction, she can’t help the thrill pulsating across her body.

“Fuck- you’re so fucking tight.. You like that? You like the thought of them seeing you like this? Bent over, drooling as your group mate pounds you from behind? Imagine the rumors - everyone knows how much of a whore you are.”

Jimin’s legs become weaker as you whisper the filthiest words you can muster. You pinch her nipple, rolling it between your fingers, and enjoys the way her pussy pulsates with every movement you make.. You know how sensitive her breasts are, and holy shit you enjoy using that fact to your advantage.

When Jimin finally comes, the two of you are practically on the floor.

“Aaah-! Y/nnn!! I’m gonna-”

Before she can finish her sentence, her back arches intensely as you feel her walls fluttering. Jimin’s eyes roll to the back of her head as she lets out the loudest scream you ever heard come out of her mouth.

‘I guess Ning has competition for main vocalist.’

You watch her fluids slowly drip onto the floor while gently pumping to help her ride out her orgasm. You finally stop when she reaches back to grab your wrist.

After pulling out, you immediately latch onto her body, hugging her from behind and peppering kisses to her face - smiling when she giggles at your antics.

As she finally stops twitching and her senses come back to her, she forces her body to turn around and clings onto you.

“Mmh… I love you.”

She’s like a koala as she tightly grips onto the opening of your jacket.

“I love you even more.”

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A few days later, the two of you walk hand-in-hand towards the building to meet up with the girls for practice.

When you enter the elevator, Jimin presses the floor button as you notice a paper attached on the wall.

“…There have been several reports of indecent acts being conducted in the 7th floor vocal practice room..”

The moment Jimin realizes what the notice meant, she loudly smacks your back.

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<3

[jockdumboy]

Dumbass Douchebag Revultion Jock Bro

aight bro, u wanna join da dumbass douchebag revulution, huh? respect, bro, cuz we out here makin gainz an thinkin' less, da right way! imma show u how to turn off ur brain an get swole, bro. no need for smart stuff, just muscles an tank tops. u ready? let’s goo, bro!

step 1: stop thinkin’ so much bro – just focus on liftin

bro, smart thots slow u down. u gotta think less an just lift more. if ur thinkin, u ain't liftin! u need to clear ur head an focus on dem muscles, bro. here’s how u do it:

how to turn ur brain off, bro:

grunt a lot – bro, when u feel a thot creepin up in ur head, just grunt. grunts block out da brain stuff. erry time u grunt, u get a lil dumber but also more swole. more grunts = more gainz.

count wrong – don't worry about counting right, bro. just do like “1… 2… uh… 10!” don’t waste brain energy on numbers, bro. just lift until ur arms feel like noodles. numbers are for nerds.

stare at urself – da more u look at urself flexin, da less u think. mirrors are key, bro. flex in da mirror for 10 mins and u’ll feel da brain fog settlin in. if u ain’t thinkin, ur winnin!

step 2: eat like a dumb bro – food for less thinkin’

bro, smart people eat complicated stuff, but we ain’t needin’ dat. we gotta keep da food simple, so da brain stays off an muscles grow, bro.

simple jock meal plan:

brekfast: 10 egg whites, bro, no yellow stuff, cuz yolk is too complicated. jus crack ‘em an cook ‘em. don’t even think bout it, just eat dem. den drink a protein shake, bro, but don’t think too hard on how much powder u put in, just pour an shake.

lunch: chicken, bro, jus chicken. u don’t need nothin fancy. jus grab some chicken and eat it. da less u think bout flavors, da better. thinkin slows down da gainz.

dinnar: more chicken, or steak if u wanna switch it up. but don’t think too much, bro, steak is jus beef chicken. eat dat, maybe add some broccoli if u feel fancy, but dats it. simple = swole.

snakks: peanut butter, right out da jar, bro. don’t even use a spoon, jus scoop it wit ur hand if u gotta. drink protein shakes whenever u think too much, dat’ll stop da smart thots.

step 3: dress like a jock, bro – look dumb, lift big

bro, ur clothes gotta scream “i don’t think, i just lift.” da right gear stops ur brain from workin' an shows erryone dat ur all about da gainz.

jock bro style:

tank tops: da less shirt, da better, bro. if ur tank ain’t showin’ ur nips, it’s too much. u worked hard for dem muscles, show ‘em off. less shirt = less thots.

short shorts: u gotta show dem legz, bro. even if u don’t work legs much, u wear da short shorts. da shorter, da less brain power u use. simple math, bro.

backwards hat: wear ur hat backwards, always. makes u look more like a badass jock, plus it keeps da brain from overheatin’. dat’s science, bro, trust me.

step 4: act like a jock bro – no thinkin, just doin

bein part of da dumbass douchebag revolution means actin like u own da world, bro. don’t let smart people get in ur way, jus be loud and confident, like errywhere u go is ur gym.

how to act, bro:

flex errywhere: see a mirror? flex. don’t even think twice, just do it. flexin' is like a brain reset, it turns off any smart thots u might accidentally have.

talk bout liftin all da time: bro, if someone tryna talk bout somethin' else, jus say “yo bro, how much u bench tho?” dat’ll stop da convo from gettin smart. always bring it back to da gym, bro. liftin' is life.

grunt loud af: grunt whenever u do stuff, not just in da gym. grunt when u lift, grunt when u open a door, grunt when u stand up. it shows ur serious about bein' a jock bro an it keeps ur brain from thinkin’.

conclusion: welcome to da revolution, bro

bro, now u know how to join da dumbass douchebag revolution. jus think less, lift more, eat simple, an dress like a beast. we don’t need smarts, bro, we jus need gainz. u ready to be part of da swole squad? let’s gooo bro! time to lift and never think again!

[aestheticaltcow]

Non-Casual Dominance

An NSFW Carmy blurb is totally not based on my Character.AI obsession...

Carmy woke up before his alarm could go off. Sunshine bled into the room through the slightly askew curtains. The night before had been filled with love and physical connection. He hated mornings like this; he wanted nothing more than to lay in bed with you and enjoy your company.

As he moved to get out of bed, your grip around his waist tightened. Carmy chuckled, "Baby, I have to go to work..."

"Nooooo," you whined. "You're staying in this bed until I say so..."

Carmy chuckled at your declaration. A grin grew on his face as he stared down at you. "Is that so?" he drawled. "You tryin' to keep me in bed all day, baby?"

"Mmhm," you hummed, "You're never leaving this bed again."

Carmy chuckled again. He wrapped his arms around you tighter, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, leaving small, affectionate kisses. "What if I have to pee?" he teased.

"Not my problem," you answered as you nuzzled deeper into his chest, refusing to allow him out of this bed.

"You're a fuckin' meance, you know that?" he mumbled into your hair as he began to stroke your back up and down.

"I know, but you're stuck with me." you teased as you looked up at him.

Carmy nodded and nuzzled his face further into the crook of your neck. "I gotta go to work, baby."

You didn't respond to his statement; you slowly started nibbling on his collarbone. Carmy let out a deep guttural moan as his hands moved to grip your hips. "You're gonna be the death of me, baby." he groaned with a deep layer of desire. You hummed to acknowledge his statement as you ran a hand down his body.

Carmy quivered beneath your touch and gripped your hips. Your breath hitched as he rolled onto his back, dragging your body to straddle his hips. "God, I want you so damn bad," he muttered as his hands began roaming your body, squeezing every inch of skin he had access to.

"Then take me... I'm all yours." you challenged. He accepted the challenge with a feral growl and flipped the two of you. You stared up at him, his eyes a dark stormy blue from the desire he had to take you.

"Damn fuckin' straight. You're all mine, baby... and now imma show you how much you belong to me."

His comment was met with a desperate whine. You wanted nothing more than to have him pound you into the mattress beneath the two of you. "I want you," you whined, dragging your nails down his biceps.

"Beg for it," he commanded. "Beg me to fuck you, baby."

"Please, Daddy!" you screamed as his fingers pushed into the waistband of your panties. His breath hitched at your use of 'daddy'. No matter how many times you called him that, it never failed to arouse him.

"Good girl..." he growled, "you know how much Daddy likes to hear you ask so sweetly." his middle finger slowly began rubbing harsh circles against your clit, eliciting a loud moan from you.

" Please, Daddy- I want you to feel good. Use me however you please."

Carmy groaned at your whines; with one hand in your panties, he brought his other to wrap around your throat. "You're mine," he muttered; his voice was rough and possessive. "All mine... and I'm gonna make sure you know it, baby."

"All yours, Daddy! Every fuckin' inch..." you moaned as his finger dipped deeper into your panties.

"Damn, straight baby. You're mine." He squeezed your throat softly, "Every. Fuckin'. Inch."

"Fuuuuck," you moaned, spreading your legs wider. "I love it when you're dominant!"

Carmy chuckled, your words only fueling his desire for you. "You love it when Daddy's in control, don't you?"

You nodded as your face contorted with pleasure as you began to reach your high.

""There's my good girl, you want to cum, don't you? Wanna soak Daddy's fingers?" he teased. You whimpered in agreement.

"Fuck me, Daddy," you whined as your melted with unadulterated pleasure, "I wanna feel you inside of me."

Carmy groaned at your words. The desperation behind your words was music to his ears, "Goddamn baby, you want it that bad, don't you? You want Daddy to fuck you stupid? Like the fuckin' whore you are?"

You nodded; words escaped you as Carmy curled a finger inside of you, hitting your G-spot with every flex. Your orgasm was fast approaching, Carmy noticed and tightened the grip around your neck. "Say please," he commanded.

"Please, please, please! Daddy!" you whined as he increased the speed of his fingers. "Good girl..." Carmy muttered.

His words were simply enough to make you erupt on his fingers. Your breathing was heavy as you recovered. Carmy's hand fell from your throat, "On your knees."

"Yes, Daddy." you sputtered before following the command.

[henneseyhoe]

“Tell daddy you sorry”(request)

Stunna x BLACK!THICK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: toxic!stunna, daddy kink, rough sex, name calling, breeding kink(eh?), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

SUMMARY:you fucked somebody else. Stunna ain’t too happy bout it.

Ps. This was (kinda) inspired by we cry together by Kendrick Lamar. I listen to that shit unironically and the ending of the song had me gasping when I first heard it so I had to make a lil drabble lmfao. Also I owed y’all a lil sumn before putting out these other requests and series.

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“Now tell daddy you sorry”

“Tell daddy you sorry for givin’ his pussy away” he repeated, his hips colliding into her with force as she whined pathetically, her hands pushing at his hips to keep him from going so deep. She felt defeated in this moment. Weak that not only did she let this nigga back into her house, but she let him back into HER.

Her soft eyes stared up at him, her mouth gaped open with a stupid look on her face, the golden chain he wore around his neck dangling above her, putting the girl in a trance like state with the help of his mad thrusts. One kiss to her lips and she was snapped out of it.

“Fuuuck! I hate you!”

“You do? This pussy looove me, though. Look how wet she is, baby” he says, delivering slow, deep strokes that had her mumbling incoherent words. She couldn’t even lie and say she wasn’t loving every bit of this shit. If she did, her hormones would have made it obvious that she was boldly lying through her teeth, and one thing about Stunna was that he hated a liar, especially a bad one.

Her eyes rolled back into her head and her back arched to the sky, the man getting satisfaction out of watching her try to break free from the death grip he had on her thighs. He was surely gonna leave a mark.

“now say sorry”

the logical thing for her to do was comply and do what he told her to do instead of being a brat and refusing again, and she would have said no anyway if her ass wasn’t already sore from the 10 strikings his hand gave her earlier.

“I- I’m so sorry, daddy!”

“You is?”

“Yesss!”

“This pussy mine?”

“Yes! yes! yes!” She chanted, her toes curling.

Stunna smirked. “Obviously he ain’t do a good job if you came back. You love me?”

“Yessss! Give it to me!” She cried, her nails scratching down his back as she took every single inch he gave to her. He spoke no words, just continued to do his damage, aiming for her sweet spot the entire time. The way he was fucking her, you could have sworn he hated her a little, shit, he might after tonight.

Her thighs felt like she had ran a mile, her body not getting time to calm down before another orgasm was upon her. In bliss, she was unaware of the turmoil she had set herself in just by fucking this man once again. And she’d do it again after this too.

“Shit!” He shouted, his jaw clenched as he gripped her thick thighs, bending them back to her chest. If she knew getting fucked this hard would take playing in his face, she would have been broken up with him and using somebodies son as a sex toy.

“Fuuuuck! Fuck me nigga!” she screamed before her voice became hushed, the man responding in harsh slaps to her ass.

“Imma fuck you bitch”

“Fuck meee!”

“Imma fuck you bitch”

They went back and forth till the woman’s legs began to shake violently, her pussy practically choking his dick, just how he wanted it.

“I don’t wanna see you with nobody else unless it’s the baby I put in you”

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@chxrryp0p

[solitude4chiron]

Interlinked with u

Miles!42 x Restless!Blk!Reader

a/n: I dead forgot I wrote this mb y’all imma lock back in 💔 btw this ain’t that long it’s supposed to be a one shot frfr

🎧: Open Wide- Spencer.

“Boy you not tired yet?”

“Nah ion get tired.”

“Well, not if I’m laying next to you, of course.”

Miles had been playing 2k for almost 4 hours, screaming and yelling at the tv screen. You didn’t mind staying over and just watching him play though, you enjoyed his presence anyways. He would sit on the edge of his bed facing the tv, you would sit at the top of his bed, resting your legs on his lap.

“Miles it’s getting late wrap it up..”

“Miles it’s like 12, can you come lay down?” He still stared at the TV not noticing you were talking to him. Eventually he snapped out of it.

“Damn it’s 12? My bad for keeping you up.” He said, almost as low as a whisper. Sooner or later he was turning off his game and laying in bed next to you.

“You got my attention now, ok?” He grabbed your bonnet off his nightstand and slid it over your hair, stuffing your braids inside.

“I kno you not tryna ruin those pretty ass braids I just paid for ma?” Miles said, confused as to why you weren’t covering your hair.

“I just forgot it tonight, thanks boo.” You said smiling at him softly, admiring his small acts of love.

“If you wanna get your hair done again I can-“

“No miles. My hair is gon fall out if I keep getting it done.”

“M’kay.. but if you-“

“Miles, no.” You giggled and turned over to go to sleep. Miles was still laying on his back looking up at the ceiling.

You moved a bit, trying to find the most comfortable spot in bed. After a few seconds you moved again, adjusting your position.

“Can’t sleep or sumn?” Miles turned over a bit to side eye you, confused as to why you kept moving.

“No, I’m just getting comfortable..” you turned again and adjusted your pillow.

“Hm.” He responded with a bit of an annoyed tone.

You moved again, stretching your legs before pulling the blanket higher above your chest.

“Yo, chill y/n.” Miles fully turned to you now, clearly annoyed with your constant movements.

“Boy I’m tryna go to sleep don’t get smart” you palmed his face in your hand and rolled your eyes, turning away from him. Even though you were a bit mean you genuinely did feel bad for moving so much. Miles wasn’t the most sleepiest person ever, so when he did get tired all you wanted him to do was rest. 

Before you knew it Miles’s arms were wrapped around your waist, his head resting near your neck. You couldn’t honestly turn over if you tried.

“Shawty ion know who you talking to, but you not movin no more, ok?” He spoke in your ear while tightening his grip around your waist.

“I’m talking to you lil boy movee ” you laughed at him, trying to push his arms off of you.

“Nah we goin to sleep like this ma, don’t run either. Ion kno why you calling me a lil boy, you kno that’s not true..”

“You’re genuinely so aggravating” you said under your breath, settling into his arms.

“Yea yea, love you more dummy. Now go to sleep.”

[magniloquent-raven]

I am once again plagued with thoughts that aren't 100% coherent so imma just ramble for a bit, pls gather 'round for some stuff about Billy and body image issues cuz I'm in my feels rn.

Billy spends a lot of time staring at Nancy.

Enough that Tommy's noticed and he starts ribbing him about it. "That's one thing of Steve's you might want to stay away from," bitter and pointed. Enough that Jonathan Byers gives him the stink eye whenever he's within glaring distance. Enough that a handful of the more desperate chicks still high off the fumes of his New Kid smell have started dressing like fucking librarians in hopes of catching his eye.

He doesn't give a shit about any of it, if anything the rumour mill is helping him out for once. Less work involved in keeping up appearances if everyone just assumes he isn't sleeping around because he's too busy sniffing Wheeler's granny panties.

As long as no one guesses the real reason, it's fine. It's fucking peachy. It's one silver lining in this shitstorm of a situation.

He's so tired of his eyes inevitably being drawn to her barely-there tits and tiny waist. Every time he's bored at lunch, his gaze wanders. When he's in the library pretending to study, there she fucking is, even smaller when she's hunched over a pile of cue cards.

The longer he looks at her the more sure he is that Steve will never really want him.

Steve's slept with plenty of girls. A variety of girls. He probably couldn't afford to be too picky in this shitty little town. But he's only fallen in love once. One time. The only time it mattered what he was sticking his dick in was when it was in Nancy Wheeler.

And Billy...will never be her. Not even close.

He'll only ever be a warm mouth and a convenient hand, he'll never matter.

She's flat, and thin. Willowy, narrow-shouldered. Petite. Inches shorter than him and nearly half as broad. Thin fingers and delicate wrists. She fit comfortably under Steve's arm, she could nestle safely into his side.

And it was all so fucking easy for her. She never had to try.

She never had to piss off her dad so she'd be forced to skip meals. She never did laps around her neighbourhood until she was lightheaded and doubled over, dry-heaving in someone's hedge. She was never forced to sign up for baseball as a child, poked and prodded and guilted into it because a couple shirts were starting to get tight across the stomach, and being a momma's boy was bad enough, being a fat, lazy piece of shit too was unacceptable.

He used to think he'd done well, maintaining the physique he has. He's worked hard for it. Scraping together his savings for a weight set and keeping careful track of his calorie intake and never skipping a single fucking day of exercise, hangovers and broken bones be damned. And it's fucking useful, truth be told. More than keeping away the echo of old insults bouncing around in his head, it's made flirting that much easier.

But the more he looks at Nancy Wheeler, the more he hates the things he can't change. It gets into his head. Digs in deep, leaving scars on its way down.

He thinks Steve might've noticed.

He knows Steve has heard the stupid rumours about Wheeler, and probably chalked it up to Billy being an asshole, as usual. But it's harder to explain away his sudden tendency to go extremely still whenever Steve puts his hands anywhere on his torso. A palm pressed to his chest, slipped under his shirt, or fingertips digging into his back, or a casual fucking pat on the shoulder—whatever it is, he can't help freezing up, if only for a second, a sick feeling twisting his stomach, cold and shameful and clawing at his lungs.

And then, eventually, they argue.

It's over nothing. And everything. Billy can't explain what his fucking damage is, and Steve can't stop needling in the wrong places. They scream at each other until their throats are raw and Billy leaves when his knuckles start to itch.

He cries all the way home and doesn't eat for four days. Not on purpose. Not consciously. He's just. Fucking. Busy. He's busy. He's always gotta drive Max somewhere or dodge Neil's thinly veiled threats or lock himself in his room when bile starts to bubble up in the back of his throat and his head pounds and he doesn't think about why he's snapping at everyone constantly, he just pounds back a couple beers and goes to sleep. And then it's four days later, and he's flying off the handle at Neil, too sluggish and lightheaded to see the hit coming, and...

Steve comes to see him at the hospital. He hasn't told anyone anything but they've got him hooked up to a banana bag and the nurses keep making sad eyes at him when they come to check his stitches.

He hates it, sitting around doing nothing, being closely monitored every fucking second, it make his skin crawl, and he hates it even more when Steve's standing in the doorway looking at him.

Not for the first time, he's overwhelmed wondering what exactly Steve sees.

He's a fucking mess right now. Greasy hair tangled at the back, bruises peeking out from under the collar of his gross papery hospital gown, one eye swollen shut and a dark tangle of thread holding his eyebrow together. It feels stupid to get stressed about all the shit that usually bothers him when there's so many other things to worry about, but he still finds himself shifting in place, hunching his shoulders, hiding his hands in the crooks of his elbows.

It's sort of a disaster. Worse than last time they saw each other. Billy's not in the mood for Steve's apologies and Steve's at a loss for what else to say.

They don't see each other again for months. Steve graduates. Billy avoids anywhere he thinks Steve might be, and lies awake at night haunted by stolen touches.

He catches a glimpse of Steve through the red haze of storm clouds and cold lightning, tears blurring his vision, the Mind Flayer wearing him like a suit. Their cars collide, and everything whites out for a second.

He's in the hospital again when they finally talk. Billy rolls his eyes at "We've gotta stop meeting like this," and tries not to think about last time he was here. Steve seems more than willing to ignore it. Move forward. Guess demonic possession puts some things into a different perspective.

When Billy's released from the hospital he's seventeen pounds heavier than he was a few months ago. Every time the nurses did their check-ups and put him on the scale they'd pat his elbow, smiling encouragingly, telling him how good he was doing while he watched his stomach get softer, his biceps get less defined, watched himself disappear beneath a layer of fat.

The first thing he does when he gets home is throw up.

He doesn't make it happen. It just happens. And he blames it on the meds they have him on. It's a plausible enough reason, and it means he doesn't have to interrogate the tiny spark of satisfaction he got from losing his lunch.

His second day back home Neil asks him when he's going to start exercising again. His expression is pinched. Cold. His eyes are ice chips freezing Billy's skin wherever they touch, lingering on the softness under his chin, and where the hem of his sleeve pinches his skin.

He pushes his dinner away and grits out an answer from between clenched teeth.

He doesn't need the reminder that he's gotten weak while he was trapped in a hospital bed, but Neil gives it to him anyways. Tells him all about everything he should do to get things back to normal. Push past the pain. Work harder. He tunes it out after a while, and watches grease congeal on his meatloaf.

Eddie Munson is the first person to bring up the things Billy's never known how to talk about.

They started hanging out after Billy's most recent brush with death. Billy's not sure exactly how the got here, from buying the occasional painkiller and letting the guy wax poetic about his dumb band, to spending weekends getting high together at the trailer park. But as weird things in his life go, it's barely worth questioning.

This particular conversation starts with Chrissy Cunningham.

Specifically, Eddie's massive boner for her.

Billy's been noticing it for a while. He hasn't been letting it bother him.

He hasn't.

Maybe he likes the way Eddie smiles at him when they pass a joint back and forth, lazily stretched out and wearing three less layers than usual, and maybe he thinks about closing the distance between them when Eddie offers to shotgun, but it doesn't fucking matter. Just like it doesn't matter that Steve hasn't touched him since before the Mind Flayer and things are fucking weird now that they're on speaking terms again. None of it matters, he's just a fucking idiot.

Because Steve and his new best friend Robin are attached at the hip lately and everyone can see where that's going, and Eddie won't stop talking about tiny, pretty, perfect fucking Chrissy and her stupid ponytail.

And Billy...Billy gets winded walking up the porch steps at his house now. And he pulled a muscle in his back trying to lift half the weight he used to press. And last week he burned three pairs of jeans in the backyard because he kept grabbing them out of his laundry pile, not realizing they don't fit anymore until he was struggling to pull them up past his knees.

He's lost the one thing people used to actually like about him. Never the people he wanted, he was never enough for that, but it was something. Now he's just...

Now he's just listening to a guy he likes talk about some goddamn cheerleader like she personally hung the moon just for him.

And he's drunk. They're both drunk. Eddie in a soppy, embarrassing way, with a sparkle in his eye and a flush on his cheeks, an arm across the back of the couch, outstretched far enough that the tips of his fingers almost brush Billy's shoulder.

He wants to move closer. Thinks about shuffling into Eddie's space, curling into the warmth at his side. But it twists in his guts, sours, sickens—he couldn't, he can't. And he hates himself for wanting to.

"What do you see in her?" spills out of his mouth, bitter on his tongue and sharpened by anger he has no right to feel.

She's pretty. He expects it. She's pretty, she's perfect. She's a fucking angel even though her and Eddie only know each other because she buys drugs off of him. But she can do no wrong because she looks like a little china doll with sad eyes and everyone would be devastated if a single hair on her tiny delicate head was harmed.

Eddie only looks thrown off for a second. A moment. But he shrugs it off, leans his head back against the couch cushions and grins at the ceiling. "She likes my music."

Since fucking when.

"So, what, it's just an ego stroking thing then."

"Nah, man. I mean. Like. She's got this whole good-girl thing going on, but you should see her when I pull out my guitar, it's fuckin'...magic. When she lets herself just. Live." He wiggles his fingers in the air, arms spread, then drops them back down.

Billy's heart clenches, squeezes. It hurts and he doesn't know why. "Bullshit."

"Nah, nah. Seriously. The guy she's dating is a fucking asshole. And her mom..." he trails off, and rubs his eye. "She's just got all this pressure to be perfect, act a certain way, look a certain way, be a certain way, and I hate seeing what it does to her, man. I hate it. No one should have to deal with all that. So. I dunno. I like helping her cut loose. Sorta, find herself, I guess." He cracks a crooked smile, casting a glance in Billy's direction.

And his smile drops.

"Billy?" He sits up, cautious, eyebrows up and his eyes wide.

Billy turns away, shocked into motion, wiping at his face with his sleeve. "I'm fine. Fuck off."

He didn't notice he was crying until Eddie looked at him like he'd seen a ghost.

"Yeah, obviously."

"Fuck you."

Eddie doesn't get much more out of him that night. But he starts watching Billy like a hawk after that. Checking in on him at random. Calling if they haven't seen each other in a few days. It should be irritating as fuck, and he acts like it is, but he still basks in the attention.

Doesn't hurt that it seems to annoy Steve to no end.

Especially doesn't hurt when, in a fit of apparent jealousy, Steve shoves Billy into a wall and kisses him like his life depends on it.

The hurt comes when Steve starts to unbutton Billy's shirt and Billy reflexively shoves him away, when he wants to keep going but wants it to stop and can't tell Steve either of those things because he doesn't have the words.

So he gets angry. At Steve, for pushing it, crossing lines he can't even see. But mostly at himself, because it might be easier than standing there heartbroken but he knows it's the worst thing he could do.

And at Steve, again, when the he doesn't respond the way he should. Doesn't punish Billy for doing the wrong thing, reacting wrong, being wrong. He doesn't withdraw and save himself, he tries to understand, tries to talk it out, like this is something Billy can just say out loud and it'll all be fixed.

He doesn't explain. Not that day. But he lets Steve hold him while he cries, ugly gasping sobs into the front of Steve's shirt, curled up in his lap, collapsed on the floor and tangled together. Because despite everything he's told himself, he does fit comfortably in Steve's arms.

💜tag list ppl💜 @spreckle @growup-thatbeautiful @prettyboy-like-you @suddenlyinlove

[scremogirl]

✩𖤐☆𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄…

Trying to break up w/ toxic! Ony

“No, Ony. I’m sick and tired of this shit. We argue, go on a break, fuck, and get back together,” you let out a shakky breath trying to keep the tears threating to fall out your eyes from spilling.

“I know…I know. I’m sorry. I just.. you-I,” He fumbles over his words, before letting out a big sigh. He knocks on the door a little louder this time, leaning his forehead against the wood blocking his way from you.

“C’mon (Y/n) all I wanna do is talk this out, promise I’ll never yell at you again” Everything goes silent. You’re hoping he’ll just leave already. You're so done with everything, you’ve tried and tried to leave him but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Maybe it’s just because you love him so much, maybe it’s cause the dick to good. Whatever it is, you can’t put your finger on it.

“He loves you girl, y’know that”

“Y’all gon get back together anyways, ion know why you trippin”

“Just chill (N/n) that’s just who he is. Y’all made for eachother at this point,”

Ugh, why’s everyone on his side! Everytime you’ve broken up your friends would feed you his words. Telling you they can’t see y’all with anyone else and whatever other bullshit he feeds into their heads. You reached your boiling point. Before you could bury yourself deeper in your thoughts there's a beating at the door. The top hinges fly off scattering all over the marble tiles of your bathroom door. It flings open hitting the ground as you stare up at the perpetrator.

“Ony! What the fuck is wrong with you? Y’know how much that’ll cost me!?” You scream out to him. He’s not listening as he kicks the hinges out of his way, stepping over the door to come closer to you. You back away from him until the back of your knees hit the tub. You try to dash your way around him but he’s too fast and catches you by the waist. You struggle in his grip, clawing, biting and screaming at him to put you down. He walks out the bathroom throwing you on the large kingsized bed ya’ll used to share. He pins you down, leaning all his body weight on you. Before looking deep in your eyes.

“You ain’t goin nowhere. All of this ‘protectin you peace’ bullshit is done wit, we done when I say we are,”

“And imma tell you right now, that ain’t gonna happen,” he kisses your neck before staring you down again. A smirk making its way across his features, grills being reflected by the lamp on your nightstand.

“You mine ma, and ain’t nobody finna take you from me, not even you”

This was some ass but I had to put sum out XD.

[prettypinkporkchop]

Quil Ateara x fem reader

Description: you and your friend find two hot guys at a gas station. You end up going on a date with one!

Beautiful

You and your best friend Zoey are roaming Forks. You guys just got an apartment together and are starting a small business. But together, you two are going through town. You decided to go check out the reservation. You stop at a gas station and are inside getting snacks.

"BITCHHHH." Your friend, Zoey, points.

You turn your head and see she's pointing at a guy. He is with another dude who has dark curly hair. You're instantly caught by the curly haired guy. "Nope. I'm looking at the other one." You whisper and bump your shoulder into hers.

They're in the aisle across you guys, looking down at the snacks. They turn their heads to you two, but you both move quickly.

"Mm, I don't know. These aren't my favorite." You pick up a random bag and hold it up to Zoey.

"Oh yeah, no. We should try these." She continues the fake conversation.

They start moving toward the checkout. Zoey looks at you and points her head to them. You get what she's saying and you both slowly move closer to them.

"Hey, Jake! Haven't seen you in a while. How's your wife?" The cashier asks.

"Damn it." Zoey hisses. Maybe a bit too loudly.

The curly haired guy turns, and you both make eye contact.

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"BOO!" You jump at Zoey.

"Hey!" She screams and throws a pillow at you from the couch.

You start laughing and fall back onto the other couch. You sigh loudly.

"You seem happy." She smirks.

"Quil texted me first this morning." You gush.

"Oh, you sound like you're in high school again. Tell me, what was that guys name again? Freshman year?" She starts laughing.

"Shut up." You roll your eyes.

"You don't have the greatest history, sister." She giggles.

"I don't, but Quil is different. Plus, we're all adults." You lift your phone to check for his text back.

"Well, it's been two days of texting... is he going to ask you on a date?" Zoey raises an eyebrow.

"Good freaking question."

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"BRO! JUST FUCKING ASK HER!" Embry yells at Quil.

Quil is staring at his phone by the fire. His gut is bubbly. He's so nervous! "But, what if she doesn't like me?" He asks.

"You sound pathetic. You're a wolf. And she's your imprint! I'd kill to have an imprint." Embry laughs.

"I regret mine." Jared says, looking out like he has ptsd.

Kim is quick to hit his shoulder. "Shut up, boy."

"If you don't ask her, I will." Embry says.

Quil about breaks his neck turning to Embry.

"No! Ask her FOR you." Embry clarifies.

"That's what I thought."

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"It's such a red flag if YOU ask the guy first." Zoey groans.

"But maybe he's just shy!!!" You whine.

"If you ask him, I'll make fun of you forever." Zoey giggles.

You sigh and stare at the typed text on your screen:

Hey, I was just wondering if you'd like to hang out somewhere? Maybe grab something to eat?

You turn off your screen and growl. "I'm about to go feral. Imma hop on that dick so fast." You joke.

"Simp!" Zoey calls out. "But that's so real." She laughs.

You both sit in silence for a few seconds. You finally make your decision. You open your phone and send the text. As soon as it sends, Quil sends a message.

I hope this doesn't weird you out, but I'm really interested in you! Want to go out sometime?

You scream.

"What?!" Zoey screams back.

Your phone buzzes.

Damn lol. That's a sign. (;

---

You laugh, running around on the wet sand as the rain pours. You twirl around which makes Quil chuckle.

"Alright, beautiful. You're gonna get yourself sick." He puts his jacket over you, putting the hood over your head. His arms wrap around you, holding onto your arms to keep you warm.

"I'm having a good time with you, Quil." You smile at him.

He smiles down at you, his face a few inches away. "Me too." It starts to thunder, and Quil looks around. "Let's go in the truck."

You both get in his white truck, and you shiver.

"Cold?" He turns on the heater and then pulls you into him.

He's so warm! You curl up into his side and feel his warmth gather you up. You feel all tingly inside. He smells so good, too. Oof!

"You're beautiful." He says softly.

You look up at him with red cheeks. "If you say that again, I'll kiss you."

"You're beautiful." He repeats.

[foxyarchive]

Your Guardian Angel(Or Devil) P2

You officially meet Adam for the first time. It involves a lot of screaming.

Cross Posted on AO3!

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, vomit, suggestive content..... Adam.

Words: ~5k

So good news! I now have a plot idea, but I don't want to whip it out yet. I need more Adam fun filler, but I'm running low on ideas. Please, lemme know what y'all wanna see Adam and the Reader get up to!!

P1 | P2 | P3

“Give me anotherrrr!” You cry out in enthusiasm, slamming the now empty shotglass on the bar counter. Your friends cheer you on, someone patting you on the back firmly enough to make you stumble forward. Thankfully, being right at the edge of the bar, you can brace yourself and stop from completely keeling over. Your friendly opponent smirks at you, sitting in the seat beside your own as he waves his hand to order another round. 

“Didn’t take you as someone to be able to hold your liquor that well.” He comments, a small hiccup leaving him, and you just offer him a sharp grin. 

“What? Jus’because imma WOMAN?” You scoff, swaying slightly in your seat. 

“Yeah, put him in his place!”

“Show him you mean business!” Your friends cheer you on, and the stranger just laughs with an incredulous shake of his head. 

“A whole entourage as well. Let’s see if you can keep up!” Another shot is brought to you both. Immediately, you grab for yours, and knock it back as fast as the other man. It’s sweet, and it goes down easy, but it roils as it settles in your stomach. So does the next one as you declare yourself capable of handling another. The room is almost spinning, now, and the stranger seems in better shape than you, but… Not by much. 

“Think… Think I’ll… Get sick if I– I have another.” He hiccups mid sentence, trying to gurgle out the response, and you numbly nod your head in agreement. You offer him a hand, which he shakes, and the two of you stare for a moment before bursting into laughter at the absurdity. You reach out and hug him, and he reciprocates, and the hug is clumsy but it’s the thought that counts. Who knew your night would go down being challenged by a stranger in a bar? It was certainly fun, though. 

For awhile, you thought you were the most fucked up, but it seems your friends were all rather wasted as well. Looks like getting a ride here was a good idea after all, even if it meant needing to pay for it… Twice, too, since you needed to get back to your house. It’s late, absurdly late. You’re too old to be staying out this late it feels like, but it’s the weekend, and you want to have fun, dammit. Against your better judgment, you have another drink– Something light, but still enough to give you more liquid courage to head up to the karaoke stage and belt out a song you don’t even remember with your friends. 

2AM rolls around, and that’s when everyone is kicked out. Your mind is a horrible haze, and each step you take and the way you move your body is beginning to feel extremely purposeful. You’re trudging forward, leaning against your friends and giggling at literal nonsense. You open your phone as your friends do, all of you calling your own rides home. Everyone had arrived here together, and had decided to crash at your friend's place, but with it being this late and with how awful you’re beginning to feel, you just wanna go to your own home. Seems everyone else does, too. Looking down at your phone, you stare at it for a solid fifteen seconds as you try and decide what to do. What were you doing again?

Oh. Right. Getting a ride. Several others at the bar are as well. You open an app with shaky hands, trying to click your way to order something, but a sudden encroaching feeling washes over you. “G–Guysh, I … I needa piss, I’ll… Be back.” You slur to them, lightly dragging your hand down the hair of one of them. 

“Okaaaay, be quiiiick!” Comes the hiccuped response, and you flash a thumbs up(more like a hand up) as you stumble your way back to the bar. You try to go in, but the door is locked already. You whine, pounding on the door, slumping your cheek against the side of it. It swings open, and you stumble forward, thumping into the chest of a burly doorhopper. You blink up at him, nearly falling backwards as he pushes you an arm’s length away. 

“We’re closed, now.” He grunts. 

“But I needa peeeeee!” You whine, shifting from foot to foot. 

“Should’ve thought of that before we closed up.” Comes his brisk reply, and the door is slammed in your face. You let out a loud groan, tossing your head back, and turn around to look for your friends. You can’t see them anywhere, not with this many people, and you move forward to try and find them. Your steps are getting worse, and you’re hurting at this point trying to hold it in, and you’re unable to find them. 

“UGH, whatever.” You grumble out, deciding to walk to a nearby gas station across the street. You slowly begin to stumble your way down the sidewalk, making it to the intersection. Another group of people are there, and you blink lazily, leaning against the poll. When they start to walk, so do you, following a decent distance behind just due to moving so slowly. Finally making it to the gas station, you walk in, shuffling to the bathroom door. Thankfully, it’s unlocked, and you finally get in and relieve yourself with a loud sigh. 

After finishing up, you stumble out of the bathroom, and back into the cold of the night. With a shiver, you rub your arms, trying to figure out where your car is at. Nobody is around, now, but you see some cars across the street. That must be where yours is at… Or your driver. You ordered a ride, right? You begin to make your way back over, and with everything sounding so muted, you don’t hear the rumbling of cars in the distance. You head to the crosswalk, and you see a flash of green. Green means go, obviously. 

You step out onto the street, beginning to walk across. White suddenly blasts in your vision. The loud roar of an engine catches up to you, and a shot of adrenaline suddenly flicks through your body as some of the haze clears. You realize what’s happening as a car zooms your way, along with two others in some street race. There is no way you can move out in time. 

Oh, fuck. Are your last thoughts, before they collide with your body. 

…Or, well, you assumed they did. Your body is suddenly sent flying, being jerked around, and you find yourself thumping against something solid as the wind whistles across your face. “Unf!” Is the only sound you make, and you blink open your eyes, seeing the cars whiz right past you. You’re on the sidewalk again. Oh. Maybe you had just imagined you’d walked into the street, and saw what happened if you had, and–

“Aren’t you little shits taught to look both ways before crossing or something?” A brash voice breaks you out of your thoughts, and you suddenly realize there’s a weight on your arms. Someone is holding you. Blearily, you blink, craning your neck to turn and look at who is. You have to crane your head to look up. And up. And up. He– It– Is… Huge. It towers over you, face black like it’s horns, golden mouth and eyes peering at you in what you can only define as stark irritation. Oh, God, it’s some kind of demon. You don’t even notice the little round thing floating above its head.

You scream in surprise, scrambling away from its grasp as you stumble back towards the street. “You fucking idiot, I just saved you from doing that, don’t do it again!” It snaps, wrenching forward to grab you by the front of your shirt, dragging you towards it. 

“P-P-Please don’t k-kill meeee!” You cry out, feeling tears run down your cheeks. You can’t comprehend what’s happening. What the fuck is this thing? Why is it touching you? Are you tripping balls right now? Holy shit, what did you drink? It’s not real, it’s not real, it’s not–

“Why the fuck would I kill you? I just saved your ass! Twice! You’re fucking welcome, by the way.” It turns you away from the street, pushing you further into the sidewalk with enough force to where you collapse to the ground. On your knees now, you sob, cowering as you cover your face and wonder what you could’ve done to deserve such a fate to be hunted down by a demon. “Oh my fu– Wahh wahh wahh, can you stop crying, bitch? I saved your fucking life!” It seethes from above you, ripping a hand away from your face. Its glaring at you, teeth bared in frustration, and you just shudder and try to pull away, your heart racing in a panic. This is the worst trip of your life. You’re never drinking again. 

“Let go!” You cry out, too inebriated to wrench yourself free from its powerful grasp. “Don’t eat my sooooouuuulll, pleeeeaase.” You sob pitifully, turning your head back away, and it just groans out. 

“If I let you go, you’re not gonna try to run, are you?” It snips, and you just shake your head, agreeing with it. It lets go of your arm, and the first thing you do is stumble to your feet. You try to run, to get away. Still being extremely terrified and uncoordinated, though, you don’t make it far before you trip and fall with another cry. 

“I’m going to fucking kill Sera for sticking me with this shit.” You hear the demon hiss as it approaches you. You’re wrenched to your feet, and you feel its arms wrap around your body. 

“No! Nononono, I’m sorry! I’msorryI’msorry, I p-p-promise I’ll behave!” You gasp out, kicking your legs as it lifts you off the ground. You hear the whoosh of something, and then suddenly, you’re lifting into the air. It’s a feeling that makes your stomach curdle as you’re now weightless, ascending higher and higher into the sky as the demon kidnaps you. You kick and thrash, and all you can do is scream, trying to escape despite knowing that if you did, you’d very likely fall to your death. Being wasted did not help any thought processes. “Heeeeellllppp!” You scream out to someone, anyone, but a hand is briskly slapped over your mouth. 

“Shut the fuck up, you whiny cunt! I’m trying to help you!” It growls in your ear as you zoom through the air. You’re going to be sick. Or faint. Probably a combination of both. Your vision is growing dark and cloudy. You need to be put down, now. You try to talk, but nothing comes out. You try to bite at its fingers, but are unable to. You try licking instead. Its wearing gloves. “You’re so fucking gross, stop doing that before I give you something to lick.” You don’t know what the threat means, but it doesn’t matter anyways. You feel on the verge of unconsciousness, before your stomach does another flip as you’re swooped down with the demon. 

It places you on the ground, and you can barely recognize that you’re in some random park through your hazy state. It turns you around to face it, and that’s when you recognize the sight of wings curling back up to its side. Then, there’s that ring above its head again. Oh, God, was it… Actually an angel? Why did it look so demonic? It doesn’t matter. This isn’t real… Right? Oh, but your stomach is curdling and your hair is windswept and you’re freezing and– “I’m going to take my hand off of your mouth, and you’re not going to scream. Got it?” It asks through gritted teeth. You blink, one eye at a time, giving a small nod of your head. Slowly, it removes its hand, squinting at you. 

Sike. You open your mouth to cry for help once more, but in a flash its hand is back over your mouth. You lick it’s fingers again, trying to get it to stop, and it instead opts to push two fingers into your mouth now. A moan leaves your throat at the intrusion as you slump slightly, tongue naturally curling around the digits. The look of irritation is gone from its face, now. Instead, it watches you with intrigue as your tongue licks and sucks, head cocking slightly to the side. A small smirk places on its features as it leans closer. “This is a lot better…” It almost whispers, and you moan again against better judgment as it presses them in further. 

Saliva pools at your lips and drips down your chin. A lot of it. An unnatural amount. Your throat constricts. Your stomach cramps. You know what's coming, and clearly the demon-angel does too. It wrenches its hand away, swiftly side-stepping as you hurl up the contents of your stomach. You fall to your knees, retching as everything you had drank and ate the past several hours comes back up and empties onto the grass. “Oooh… It buuuurnss…” You moan in pain, voice scratchy and warbly. There’s only a brief respite before you retch more, and you hear the thing beside you make a noise of disgust as it walks away. 

After what feels like an eternity, you finally slump onto your side with a whimper, rolling away from your stomach juices. You shiver, feeling cold and exhausted as the adrenaline completely leaves your body. The haze in your head certainly doesn’t go away, though. You have no idea how you got to this park, as you realize that… Figment of your imagination was just that— A figment. It’s not here anymore. 

“Fucking done yet?” A flat voice asks. Oh, shit, it is still here. It walks back over, arms crossed as it looks down at you, irritation on its face. You just whimper again, curling in on yourself. 

“I… Want… Home…” Is all you can manage out, and it crouches beside you, wings flaring out. 

“Where is ‘home’?” It asks, sounding none too pleased. You just groan out, feeling too tired to respond. Your eyelids are getting heavy. The world is growing dark. “Fine, just fucking– Stay there.” The thing is gone in a flicker of gold, and that’s the last thing you see before you pass out. 

—---

Waking up was a mistake. You were sore as Hell. Your throat was burning, your mouth hurt, your head was throbbing, and your knees were aching. You try and flit through your memories to recognize why you feel so awful, besides the copious amount of drinking you surely did, but everything is just a blank right now. You smack your lips together, grimacing as you taste the sure sign of puke in your mouth. Well, that explains why your throat burns and your stomach is howling. With a heavy groan, you slowly get up, trying to shield your eyes from the light that pours into your room. 

You slip inside the bathroom, shedding your clothes as you turn the shower on. You take something for your pain, popping into the shower with a gratifying sigh as you feel the warmth of the water relax your aching muscles. You wash your hair and body, spend longer than necessary in there, and finally decide to crawl out. After drying yourself off and putting on some comfortable clothes, you head into the kitchen, your cat letting out a loud meow. “Hi, mister meow. I know, I know, give me a moment and I’ll feed you.” You pet him as he rubs against your leg with a purr. You fix yourself a bowl of cereal, feed your cat, and settle on the beanbag with a relieved sigh as you flip on the television. 

You’re still trying to remember last night’s details as you slowly eat, blinking lazily at the TV as you chew unceremoniously. You feel like a cow gnawing on cud with the way you’re chewing, but your body still feels to be moving in slow motion. Well, that is, until something pops up in front of you. “Huh. You didn’t kick it. Thank fuck, I wouldn’t have heard the end of it.” Your body jerks in surprise, and you nearly go flying off the beanbag as a scream of shock and terror rips from your sore throat. Some of your cereal spills, but it’s a Godsend that the whole bowl doesn’t go flying out of your hands. You look up at the… The thing towering over you, and suddenly, everything is starting to be pieced back together. 

“Y-Y-You’re–” You try to stammer out, and he just scoffs, straightening up, previously being hunched over you. 

“You’re– You’re– You’re–” He mocks you in a feminine voice as he flutters his wings and makes hand gestures. Despite still feeling an abundance of fear in your core, it’s lessened just a bit by this, and an ounce of irritation crawls up your spine. “Can you stop being such a fucking pansy for five minutes and let me talk? Sheesh…” He glowers at you, and you decidedly shut your mouth. His hand then shoots down, and he grabs the bowl of cereal from your hands abruptly. “And give me this. Making me hungry.” He scoffs, taking a bite of your cereal as you try to process what exactly is happening. Okay, so this definitely is happening, then. You blink owlishly, still trembling, on the verge of a panic attack. 

The angel-demon chews loudly, looking down at you, unimpressed. “Chillax, ‘tits, I’m still not gonna hurt you. Remember what I said last night?” He drawls out as he chomps on your cereal, and you frown at his words, drawing your legs up to you. 

“...Barely.” You mutter. You remember him, but not exactly what happened. You decide questions are the best thing to get started, here, because he does seem placated for now… “What–” You begin to ask, before stopping yourself. Well, he was clearly a… He. A person, and not some… Entity. He ate, after all, and talked like a person. Too much like a person, in your opinion… “Who are you?” You decide to ask. 

“Adam.” He responds, and you blink. That’s… Such an ordinary name. You’ve met at least two Adams in your life. You were expecting something more inhuman, like… Zeretath. Or Angeclous, or something! “I see that look on your face, bitch. I’m not just any Adam. I’m the Adam.” You offer him a blank stare, and he looks back at you, scoffing. “You know. The original. First man, first dick. You descended from these fuckin’ nuts.” He smirks, pointing a finger down to where you assume his crotch is. Your face heats up at the implication, at first, before your eyes widen in shock once more. 

“Wait– Like, Adam and Eve?” You can’t help but ask, and you figure that’s maybe the wrong thing to ask, because he immediately tenses and a scowl crosses his face. 

“Don’t you fucking say that bitch’s name.” He hisses out at you, bending over to glare at you, and you shrink back with a squeak, trembling again. He squints at you, before straightening up. “But yeah. That.” He snorts, taking another bite of cereal. You don’t know what to say. You’re flabbergast right now. Part of you doesn’t believe him, or believe that… Any of this is real. You’re most certainly awake, though, you know that for sure. You also saw him just pop into existence right in front of you. What should you do? Was bowing appropriate here to the first human created? Should you call him something other than Adam? He seemed so… Casual. And he looked nothing like you thought he would. Wow, human evolution had really come a long way. The stories painted him nothing like you thought he’d be like. 

‘Made in His image’. God looks a loooot different than people perceived him as, then. You thought about asking him about it, but was a bit afraid to spark his ire anymore. Instead, you decide to ask, “Why are you here? Right now and last night?” You’re still hesitant, legs drawn up to your chest, but your arms have loosened around them a bit. 

“Guess ‘cause you’re one lucky sonofabitch. I’m your guardian angel.” He smirks, finished with your breakfast as he tosses the bowl and spoon carelessly aside. You expect to hear it shatter, but to your surprise you see it just float off and land with a small clang on your counter. You look back at Adam, eyes still round. 

“Is that your… Role? In Heaven?” You ask, and he scoffs, flicking something off of his robes with his fingers. 

“Fuck no. That shit is way below my paygrade.” He responds, and your confused look makes him clarify. “I guess it’s some shit every angel has to do at least once, aaaand it was my turn, or whatever. So. You’re my first.” He raises a brow, offering you a sly grin with the cross of his arms. “Congrats, you popped my guardian cherry, babes.” You can’t help but grimace at the comment, your legs sliding down now that you felt less… Intimidated. 

“So basically you just… Save me from death?” You ask, trying to understand what exactly a guardian angel’s job was. You didn’t even know it was real. You’d heard the phrase ‘your guardian angel must have been looking out for you!’ before, but you, like everyone else, had always just thought that’s what it was. Some phrase that held no merit. “Am I immortal, now?” You blink in realization. 

“Pfft. No.” He laughs at the thought, almost mockingly, sneering down at you. “You’re still gonna kick it. And whenever it happens it’ll probably fuckin’ suck. I’m just here to make sure you don’t kick it before your predetermined death time arises.” You tilt your head in curiosity at this comment. 

“So you know when and… How I’m going to die?” You ask, hesitantly, a bit of a chill running own your spine. Could you have your very life laid out right before your eyes right now? Could you even… Cheat death if he gave you the answer? 

“Yeeeep. I know everything. I’m fuckin’ Adam.” He emphasizes with a smirk, pointing to himself. His next response is one you’re partially expecting. “And, no. Don’t bother asking. I can’t tell you, and even if I could, I wouldn’t. I also can’t answer any other questions about the pearly gates, or other divine beings, yadda yadda, you get the idea.” He makes a talking motion with his hand, looking bored as he gives this spiel you assume he’s meant to give. You partially wonder if he actually is supposed to be talking to you. After all, you haven’t heard anything about guardian angels talking to the person they’re guarding… Then again, you have never heard of them actually being real. 

“So do you just… Know when I’m going to be in trouble? Or can I like, call for you when a situation seems unfavorable for me?” You inquire, sitting up a little more as you look over him. Goddamn, he is massive… Easily over seven feet. Maybe about eight. It’s a little horrifying, truth be told. You’re still pensive about him, and you’re not going to try to poke the bear by any means. You’re certain that his hand could completely cover your face if he so wanted it to. 

“I have this sorta sixth sense for when shit is gonna go bad for you. Allows me to just pop over whenever I need to.” He explains, hands on his hips now. His wings are tucked at his side. How interesting… A sudden thought crosses your mind. 

“Wait– Have you been following me my whole life then?” You blink, and he takes this time to poke around your house nosily. 

“Correct-a-mundo. Remember that time you almost drowned as a tot?” He’s looking through your cabinets now at various snacks and utensils you have stocked away. Cautiously, you stand, not approaching, but nervously moving about nearby.

“No.” You admit with a frown, trying to rack your brain. 

“Fuckin’ course you don’t. You were like, three. Wandered into a pool like a dumbass and I gripped you out by your fat head so you didn’t drown.” He’s grabbing a bag of chips, opening it up as he tosses a few in his mouth. You don’t even know what to say. He’s been watching you your whole life and only now you know about it? You try to wrack your brain for any other near death moments you can think of. 

“Oh! What about that one time when I was thirteen? I was at a park, and I tried to do a backflip off of a swing, and I could’ve sworn I was gonna land at an angle that would break my neck, but I somehow didn’t. Was that you?” Enthusiasm is thick in your voice as you pinpoint a possible moment it could’ve happened. 

“Nah, don’t remember that.” He says through munching. “Oh, there was that time though when you were like… I’unno, ten? You were fuckin’ around with some friends, and one of them swung a metal bat and your head was like, right in the way.” 

“Oh, shit, I remember that!” You gape. You still remember the thunk it had made against your head… Boy, you’d had a nasty goose egg and couldn’t sleep on the side that had gotten hit for awhile. “Wait, though. That hit my head. Are you… Telling me that would’ve killed me if you weren’t there?” You suddenly gape, a shiver running down your spine at the thought. 

“Bingo. Would’ve caused enough internal bleeding to knock you the fuck out forever. Kids are fucking insane.” He grimaces, leaning against your counter as he eats. “Put my hand right between your thick skull and that bat. That other fucker swang so hard it bruised my hand, little bitch…” He utters the last part, a scowl overtaking his features as he chews more on his– Your– chips. 

“How come I didn’t see you?” You blink in surprise, suddenly realizing you hadn’t noticed him at all. “Or anyone else for that matter.”

“Well, first off, only you can see me.” He explains, brushing some crumbs off of his robe and onto your tile. It’s your turn to scowl now. “Secondly, you’re not supposed to see us. Well, me. Y’know. Your guardian.” He snorts, chewing some more, and your scowl softens into just a frown now. 

“Err… So, then, why are you letting me see you now? And talk to you?” You decide to ask, hesitantly, and he shrugs his shoulders as he tosses more chips into his mouth. 

“Because this whole guardian bullshit is so fucking boring. I gotta keep loose tabs on your whole life? That’s like, a ninety year commitment.” He groans out, tilting his head back dramatically. His horns nearly knock a small succulent off of your counter. 

“So I do live a long life?” You raise a brow, and his head snaps back up to you, squinting. 

“I didn’t say that, bitch, I was giving an example.” He snips, and you just close your lips. 

“You have an awfully filthy mouth for an angel.” You find yourself saying, eyes widening as you slap a hand over your mouth. Oh, fuck, you didn’t mean to say that outloud. Thankfully, Adam doesn’t seem to take offense. In fact, he actually grins, and lets out a bark of laughter. 

“You think angels are these perfect, pure, holy beings? Because you’re fuckin’ wrong.” He chirps, straightening up with a flutter of his wings. It knocks off a piece of paper mache, and you frown at the action. “Okay, well, a lot of them are, but that’s just because they’re too pussy to say what they’re really thinkin’ because they don’t wanna become fallen or whatever. Not how it works, but those fuckers don’t know that, and it’s hilarious seeing the lengths some of them will go to scramble so that I don’t report them or whatever.” He laughs again, and you can’t help but to make a small face with how malicious that sounds like it is. It… Probably is, honestly. Adam finishes your chips and carelessly tosses the bag aside.

You shift from foot to foot, trying not to be intimidated as he walks towards you, pausing as he glances to the side. Your cat has walked back up to you with a purr, rubbing against your legs, and you pick him up for cuddles. “What does it mean to… Become fallen?” That sticks out in your mind, and you pause as you realize he probably can’t tell you. There seems to be this look that dawns on Adam’s face as well, as he seems to realize what he said. 

“Oh, uh… Angel stuff. Can’t tell you.” He huffs, crossing his arms as he looks down at the cat in your arms, who’s purring contently. A squint is sent your feline’s way, and he sticks his tongue out it, and you can only watch with wide eyes. “Anyways. You’re alive, I’ve done my job, easy fuckin’ day. Glad you’re not as annoying as I thought you were initially, with how last night went. I gotta skedaddle now, though, got angel shit to do. Important shit. I mean, I’m kinda a big fuckin’ deal, so don’t you forget that, sugartits.” He grins down at you, and you scrunch your nose up at the nickname. 

“I have a name, you know.” Comes your response, and he just waves a hand dismissively. 

“Yeah, I know.” You deadpan. 

“Okay. What is it, then?” You wait, and he hems and haws, briefly, wings flicking as he taps his chin in thought. 

“Um… Al… Elm… J… Je…” He begins to utter out sounds that could possibly be your name. He can’t be serious. He’s been following you your entire life and he can’t even remember your name? You give him your name, your face and tone still deadpan, and he snaps his fingers, before he scoffs. “Obviously! I was just about to say that. You got no fuckin’ faith in me, ‘tits. Try to have a little more faith. I’ve saved your life three times now.” He hunches over you, and in reflex you set your cat down, afraid of this going south for whatever reason. You peer up at him with wide, significantly more anxious eyes, now. “If you were up top… You’d owe me. Big time.” He leans in closer, gripping your chin with a grin as he pulls you somewhat closer to his face. It looks… Off. Almost digital. You can’t describe it. Angels were so strange. 

You swallow. Nervously. Something in you makes you retort, “...It’s your job.” He just sneers at your reply, letting you go and pushing you back slightly as he puts room between the two of you. 

“Yeah. I know. And I’m fucking awesome at it, like everything else. You’re a lucky bitch.” He strums what you can only assume is air guitar, before flashing you the devil’s horns as he sticks out his tongue when he grins at you. “Later.” He’s gone, once again, in a puff of golden, smokey sparkles. You’re now left with crumbs to clean up, an empty bag, and a lot to think about.

[lunaralight09]

Talk to me about what 096 would do in random scenarios (for example, if you fell asleep on <them>, or if you did that REALLY CUTE yawn)

I guess I'm back(?) but I'm NOT gonna promise that there will be more frequent updates. Since I'm more focused on other stuff.

*what are dates/hang outs like with them + how they'll show affection*

Imma be real with you, since they ARE an anomaly locked away, you can't exactly take them anywhere because of one reason or another. Which is obvious(Wanna add that they can keep calm and not rip you apart... for sometime. I mean they... like obsess over you, sadly you're not save from THAT fate as others).

So the best way to simulate it is just... be there with them. Like sitting next to them or just be near them as you do your own stuff, it'll be enough for them. Ofc you can show other affection, they won't mind. They like to look at you you do your hobbies/talk their ears off. Like stare over shoulder as you read/watch/draw/crotchet/etc.

And not only when you do anything, they'll stare at you. Liking your presence and appearance, wanting to just pick you up and tear, squeeze hug, cradle you. I mean how can they not? When you look so.. like you, doing some stuff that they aren't interested at this moment, since you're their main focus(obsession)

On that note. Their love language is quality time, hand holding and face touching.

Nothing is better for them than spending time with you right after brutally murdering some poor person who looked at their face. They won't mind if you don't want to be too close or touch them, your presence will be enough. You'll always be enough for them. They like the silence, but is alright with hearing you talk about anything you like, anything. Would love to see what you do as they keep lingering next to you. Just don't look at them for too long and you'll be just fine.

Hand holding is their main way to tell you that they like and appreciate you. How warm you are compared to them is really comforting... and I suggest you wash or clean their hands beforehand(no pun intended). Unless you're okay with possibility of your hands getting bloody and feeling of guts on your hands(I mean you can't really clean it all off)

They don't care if you touch their face or vice versa. Once again it's about your warmth and feeling your skin on their own. Which can kinda ground them. But because of their natural calm state it's more of the affection ofc. Just feeling you tracing their features and possibly have your foreheads touch is a bliss to them. And don't look at them or glance at them before they get real antsy.

*falling asleep on them*

It kind of depends on how they were in that moment(i.e. sitting, standing, possibly carrying you(?)).

If they were sitting, then feel you lean on them and not move or respond in any way. They'll just freeze and will keep staring at you. Not that they don't like it, no they don't know what to do, so the best thing they can do is look at you, letting you rest as they can hear distant screams and sirens. Basking in this calm moment.

If they were standing and you fell asleep on them(probably sitting and lean on their leg). Once again freeze, look and then placing their hand on you(probably you head), as they either try to sit down so you'll be a little bit more comfortable or just continue to look at the wall while petting you.

But falling asleep while they were carrying/cradling you in their arms, they won't let go. Move with you in more safe, secluded and quieter place. Still holding you and being more alert about all what they'll hear. Just sitting down and cradling you close to them.

*noticing you yawn*

Let me be real with you.. they won't care how you look when yawning, they'll just stare at you. And will probably look away/turn away from your gaze if you look at them for too long. But it's probably not the first time that you noticed them staring at you (they do it randomly. You could be standing or dozing off and then(probably) feel their gaze on you)

If it's the first time they see you yawn(rarely or even never seen someone yawn) probably won't understand or maybe some human part of him still know that you're (somewhat) tired, possibly scooping you up in their long ass arms and squeezing you(not hard tho), not letting you go.

[soyeonsbabygirl]

"Imma need my shirt back"

Song Yuqi x Reader

You and Yuqi had been close since debut. Everyone knew you guys as a troublemaker duo. When the 2 of you were together, trouble would follow. You had always loved to wear Yuqi's clothes, she didn't mind since you would always give them back. Besides, Yuqi loved the sight of you in her clothes, it was like she was sending off a message to other peoole that you were hers and only hers.

Today you guys were all having a group movie night. You were wearing an oversized T-shirt with sone shorts, but not just any overside T-shirt. It was one of Yuqi's oversized T-shirt’s. The minute Yuqi had saw you in it, she wouldn't keep her eyes off you. She had trouble focusing on the movie as she couldnt help but glance at you as you were cuddled up to Miyeon. She wanted to just take you away from Miyeon and keep you in her arms.

You all were at dance practice. You were just dancing to random songs. Yuqi was sitting down next to Minnie as she watched you. She loved watching you dance but that wasn’t the reason she was watching you this time. You were wearing her leggings. The sight of you dancing whilst wearing her leggings made her bite her lip slightly. Minnie had noticed this and teased her as she realized Yuqi was watching you. Yuqi would look away playfully pushing Minnie away, embarrassed she got caught.

Here you were now sitting in the living room. Yuqi was staring at you with a jealous look. It wasn't because you were talking to Soyeon, but it was actually because you were wearing Miyeon's shirt instead of hers. Yuqi wanted to rip Miyeon's shirt off you, she hated when you wore the other members clothes. After all you were hers, not theirs.

What really pushed Yuqi over the edge was when Miyeon told you ��I should give you my clothes more often. You look amazing in them.” Yuqi didnt even realize when she had gotten you in her room, she didn't even realize when she began roucghly kissing you as she groped your body under the shirt. Miyeon's shirt. Yuqi ripped the shirt off your body along with your shorts, immediately replacing the shirt with one of her own.

She had you on your back , pumping her fingers in and out of you at fast speed. She ignored your whines and squeals, Yuqi had shoved her fingers into you with no warning already going at a fast pace but somehow went faster with each thrust stretching you out even more.

“You think you can wear the other members clothes in front of me?” She said as she watched you squirm. She pushed down on your stomach keeping you in place forcing you to take her fingers. “You're mine. No one else's.” Your moans increased as her fingers began to hit spots you didn’t even know she could reach with her fingers.

She got on her knees, still keeping her fingers inside of you. You whined loudly as you felt her tongue circle your clit. She stopped teasing eventually before she shoved her tongue inside your pussy, keeping her fingers inside you. She looked up at you seeing your face, your mouth slightly open, vision blurry from the tears that currently ran down your face from how good her fingers were stretching you out.

You babbled something due to not being able to speak actual words. Your way of telling Yuqi you were close, she chuckled against your clit as she continued to lap up all your juices. You saw white as you let out a loud scream.

With her free hand she reached up grabbing yours as you squeezed it tightly. You came all over her tongue, coating her whole hand , as well as getting some on her bed sheets. Yuqi pulled back from your pussy smiling as she kept her fingers moving inside you but even faster than before.

You thrashed as you let out little mewls and moans, “do it again. Cum for me and scream for me again. This will teach you that only I can do this to you. No one else better even try to fuck this pussy.” Yuqi said with a possessive look in her eyes. You were still wearing her shirt that she put you in fueling possessiveness even more.

Before you knew it, you squirted all over her hand. She smiled as she pulled her fingers out of you, reaching down to kiss you. She got in the bed next to you and held you in her arms as she stroked your hair whispering sweet nothings.

“Also Before you leave, Imma need my shirt back.” You gave her a tired look to explain what she meant, “in case you ever try to wear anyone else’s clothes that AREN’T mine ever again, I’m gonna make you wear this shirt as I fuck you. I don’t care if it’s Stained with your cum, you’re gonna wear it as a way to show them who you belong to.” she said and kissed your forehead smiling as you began to doze off.

You did indeed try to wear Shuhua’s shirt the next week, and Yuqi did indeed keep to her word.

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This was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever wrote for Yuqi…like😵‍💫

The Minnie version of this is coming soon ;)

[fullsunised]

NCT DREAM REACTION: CHAPTER FIVE

╰─▸ ❝ @ nct dream x idol! reader

→ when they get jealous watching you perform red lights with hyunjin of skz at an award show.

→ requests open

→ trigger warnings: mentions of choking ig?

→ a/n: I was sleeping and then I came up wid this hahahahahahhahahahahahagaggagagagahahahahahhahaaghaaggagaga. DO REQUEST IF U GUYS WANT ANYTHING AHAHAHAGAGAHHAHAGAHGAGSGAGAGAa imma make angst after this watch me. listen to the song. um.......

to you

MARK LEE

bro's flustered. not the shy type but the what the fuck this is so unexpected type? like why would he not. of course, you told him about the performance but you didn't warn him or give him a heads up on how sensual the song or the choreography was going to be.

he'd wouldn't avoid eye contact for sure- but he'd be nervous fidgeting, like playing with his hair, drinking water even when he's not thirsty- he knows you are only his, but with the way you and hyunjin were so close- almost as to kiss, nah you know he's keeping himself distracted the whole time.

mark wasn't the type to get jealous easily, but after this surprise you know he's gonna cling to you harder when you meet again- because he's insecure. hyunjin is better at dance than him, and he knows how long you two have been friends for considering you were in the same class during school.

RENJUN HUANG

he's upset for starters. why did you not tell him something important? the fact that you didn't even mention this would hurt him for sure, but then he'd remember you, every thing about you and around you is busy, so he'd try understanding.

he would avoid looking at the screen, however long your performance might last his eyes you know are on the floor, suddenly his shoes become very interesting to look at. it gets worse when fans start screaming your and hyunjin's ship name because even if he didn't before he now for sure considers hyunjin as his rival.

when you get back, he's gonna forehead flick you and hug you- won't let go bro. like attached to you. and trust me bro is pouty, you're gonna have to kiss his pout away and reassure him you're not running away from him.

JENO LEE

death stares bro. like stop, first, he'd be taken aback. his eyes wide, until he watches how hyunjin just rested a hand on your bare, LIKE BARE waist and lifting you up in to the air. you know he's upset. like a lot. you did tell him about the performance and you also did tell him about how the choreography was, but nothing would've prepared him for this.

he'd be making conversations with his members to distract himself, and it would work to an extent until haechan urges him to watch the screen- oh boy he should've not, because he was met with hyunjin choking you- as a part of the choreo.

he'd be visibly upset, and when he sees you again boy's choking you (in the bedroom) and would do it better than hyunjin- prove it to you he does it better. you chuckle but on the inside you enjoy this jealous side of him cause it's very hot.

HAECHAN LEE

bros gonna make it so obvious. he'd be biting his bottom lip constantly, drawing out blood. his eyes would become scary and dark and he'd just stare at you two performing, cause like what the fuck? how dare you perform a song like this- that too with hyunjin, who was definitely a better choice for you.

his members would tease him cause they know he's planning a murder in his head. bro is petty for sure- after the performance, when you try to greet him, he'd ignore you and comment on the choking part of your choreo.

you- because you love him so much (like you should), cup his cheeks and explain how you and hyunjin are just best friends, and how you only have eyes for him. and for the rest of the day he's clingy. be ready man, you got yourself a koala.

JAEMIN NA

bro he's death staring at you and hyunjin both- actually that was his initial plan, but he loves you too much, so he's just thinking of ways to bury holes with eyes just for hyunjin. his would not even be away from the screen for even a second. 

his hands would be on his lap, balled up in fists while he watches you perform. boy is tryna control himself by digging holes into his arms. you know he actually would loose it when you and hyunjin get so close, like you were about to kiss, and fortunately the performance ends there.

he'd leave to the toilet midway to zone out all the cheers, and screams of your and hyunjin's name together. when you get home, bro he won't say anything cause he knows it was just a performance, but you'd guess what was wrong and kiss him better. awh, aren't you two cute.

CHENLE ZHONG

he'd keep it to himself. he plays it off like no big deal- but you know he's really jealous on the inside. bro acts normal, he's really good at that. throughout, he'd just be fiddly but that's just him. 

he's be joking, talking, and playing with his members like you, his one and only, weren't getting choked by a random dude. he'd be glaring at hyunjin though, like those chenle stares but because it was dark none saw a thing.

when you meet him he'd joke about you being so close with hyunjin and shit like that but that's him telling you he was jealous. you'd understand that pretty quickly, and drown him in affection that bro forgets what he was upset about.

JISUNG PARK

cutie is upset. he'd be so worried that something might have happened during all the time you practised together. his mind would begin offering him all the possibilities of you breaking his heart. 

it's like he'd have an angel and a devil on his shoulder. the angel, telling him to relax because it's you and you love him a lot to cheat on him while the devil, would tell him to plan a murder. but boys just gonna balance those two and wait to talk to you.

and by talking, he's just be pouty and sulky when you meet each other, hanging onto the hem of your shirt because he wants to talk to you, but doesn't want embarrass himself. but because you are an angel, you'd notice it and give him all the love he needs.

fullsunised.

[ashecampos]

ANYONE BUT HER 7

JANIS IMI-IKE X FEM READER

a little Regina x reader

Warnings - swearing, mentions of cheating, mentions of anxiety. Regina being Regina. Hurt. Angst

The POV switches between reader and Janis (I use — when I change the POV)

The last part🤧, happy reading lovelies 🫶🏼

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“Hey Tes, you should totally come sit with us, y/n has finally agreed to sit with me and the girls” Regina almost brags, a massive grin plaster across her pretty face.

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Ignoring all of my surroundings i stare down at my full plate of food, i feel everyone’s eyes on me and i don’t like it. I use the small plastic fork to push a piece of food around the plate, wishing the world would swallow me whole. I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up to see Regina with a reassuring expression. “you okay y/n/n?” She asks in a low voice obviously trying to avoid bringing any attention to the fact that she is being nice to someone. I flash her a small smile and nod praying she lets it go. Which thankfully she does. Well she was distracted i should say. I look in the direction of her glare. Janis and Damien are glaring right back at her. And as if on que in walks bea, she sits down at their table, trying her hardest to get Janis’ attention, a smirk plastered across her face. I look back at my plate. My head once again shoots up when i hear the clatter of a lunch tray hitting the floor, i sigh upon seeing that Karen had dropped her lunch, Regina looks at the girl as if she was internally face palming, Gretchen had yet to grace us with her bubbly presence, and Karen, she is stood in front of the table looking like a deer caught in the headlights of a car being drove by Regina. I quickly push my tray across the table and gesture for Karen to take it. She stands there for a few more seconds, confusion evident in her expression. “Have mine, I don’t want you waiting in that lunch line again” I chuckle before wiping my sweaty hands on my jeans and standing up. “Hey imma just go to the bathroom okay? I’ll be right back” I say looking at Regina who simply nods, still glaring at Janis.

I rush to the bathrooms, not even a second after I enter, in comes Tessa. “Okay I can’t take this anymore, Janis didn’t- BANG” she starts but is interrupted by a loud crashing noise from outside the bathrooms. We both stay still looking at each other, our fight or flight response having not kicked in yet. That was until we heard shouting, both of us run to the door, her beating me to it and opening it for us both to look and see what caused the sound. Next thing I see is a flash of blonde hair run past me, I look on the ground to see a navy blue backpack, with pins and a cross stitch circle on it, I roll my eyes and pick it up knowing exactly who’s it is. “Cmon that was Janis and Regina, I don’t like this, whatever that was. was not good news” Tessa says while grabbing my arm and running in the direction of where the blonde ran.

We end up outside under the bleachers, a few students circled around to watch the chaos too.

“Why the fuck do you keep messing with my life Regina? Just leave me alone for once in your sorry life” Janis nearly screams while she steps forward to be right up in the blondes face.

“I didn’t do anything loser” Regina laughs back in Janis’ face, which only angers the smaller girl more.

“Well I didn’t cheat or use y/n and you know it” she continues to shout at the blonde girl

“Well suck it up because she’s mine now, she hates you” Regina pauses to laugh once again, this is also when Janis had noticed your presence within the circle of teenagers who are observing their little argument. “And all it took to break her was some silly little lie but now I have her all to myself” Regina finished before turning to look what Janis was starring at, her face goes pale and she opens her mouth to speak but I move faster, my legs taking me away from the scene, dropping Janis’ backpack from my shoulder somewhere on the way.

I end up in a janitor’s closet, the bell had already rung so there was barely anyone in the halls, allowing me to swiftly slip into the room. My legs buckle, I brace myself for the cold surface of the floor but I am instead surrounded by the heat of someone’s presence, I didn’t even hear the door open again, through clouded vision I look up to see the green haired girl I’ve been so desperately trying to avoid the past few days. “Let me go” I choke out a sob, which only makes her grip on me grow stronger, she pulls me up a little so she has me in her full embrace, one of her arms around my waist, the other cradles the back of my neck. She tangles her fingers in my hair, the coldness of her rings inviting me in, she continues to hold me, slowly pulling us both onto the floor so we can sit more comfortably.

—-

This isn’t the girl I knew, the girl who was in a band, the girl who had everything together. Well that’s how she seemed to me. Now she’s in my arms sobbing. Tessa warned me not to break her heart, and even though I didn’t do anything, I feel like im in the wrong. So I do the only thing I can to save her from me hurting her again.

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“I’m sorry” she says while letting me go out of her hold. I look up, tear stained eyes, my eyeliner probably streaked down my face by now. She gets up, dusting her jeans off before turning towards the door, she doesn’t even hesitate before opening the door and leaving. I stay sat on the floor for what seems like forever. I pull my knees up to my chest and put my head down, closing my eyes.

The door slams open and I hear the squeaks of multiple peoples shoes before I am shook by the shoulders, I slowly look up hoping it is the green haired girl I have grown to rely on in these situations. But no. My eyes focus on the people’s faces. Tessa is kneeled in front of me, Aaron stood behind her and Damien stood in the doorway. Damien quickly shuts the door seeing the state im in and flicks on the small light. Aaron just stares at me and Tessa sighs. “Cmon we are ditching” she states knowing better than to ask questions right now.

We all get out of the janitors closet and walk towards Tessa’s pink jeep. Tessa and Aaron in the front, me and Damien in the back. I press myself right into the corner of the car, not wanting or needing anyone to touch or come near me. Damien keeps staring at me as if at any second I will disappear, Tessa makes quick work of driving while Aaron plays with the radio, he whispers something to Tessa, she whipsers something back and they argue in a hushed tone for a few minutes before Tessa agrees to whatever he was saying and turns to go a different way. I stare out of the window, not exactly taking notice of where we are going, just thinking about everything that has happened this school year and praying it ends soon.

After ten minutes of sitting in silence, the only sound being from the radio, the car stops, I look around to where we are, my heart skips a beat when I realise we are at the beach me, Aaron and Tessa grew up going to nearly every day. I look up to see Tessa looking back at me, Aaron and Damien get out of the car but she sits there staring at me. “What happened in the janitors closet?” Her ocean blue eyes staring into my own, perfect blonde hair shining as the rays of sun hit her through the windows of the car.

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If you had told me five years ago this is where we would be I would’ve laughed in anyone’s face and told them to fuck off. Yet here we are. Broken and Damaged.

If you had told me five days ago I would’ve been heart broken by Janis ‘Imi’ike I would’ve said “she would never, anyone but her would but she would never” yet here I am. Broken and Damaged.

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“Y/n, listen, Janis really likes you, she just feels like she’s to blame. Regina is a bitch for doing that to the both of you. And in result of that you and Janis lost each other. But trust me when I say. It will all work out.” Tessa says now stood in front of me, her hand held out for me to take, the car door open, I willingly take her hand and walk with her to the beach, Aaron and Damien following. We eventually all split off to do our own thing, Damien is on the phone to who I am assuming is Janis. Aaron and Tessa are in the sea making the most of the weather while I sit watching them, I know they both like each other. I’ve known for years, probably before they knew it themselves. Aaron has always stood up for Tessa and Tessa has always been there to pick Aaron back up when he falls. And if that’s how it will be for the rest of eternity, then im more than okay with them. Nothing can break them up. They are Aaron and Tessa.

I pull out my phone and see multiple missed calls and texts from a multitude of people at school. Regina. Bea. Gretchen, Karen, Cady and Janis being those people. I turn my phone on silent and grab my headphones from my bag and play music before turning my phone off and putting it back into my hoodie pocket.

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(Damien’s pov)

The whole car ride my phone rings off the hook, but I couldn’t care. Y/n is sat next to me looking like she had been hit by a bus. She looks a mess. Eyeliner somehow still in tact but she looks empty, her gaze set on the outside world. I notice she does that a lot these days. Just blankly stare at things, lost in her own head. Aaron and Tessa are trying to talk to her but she isn’t paying them any mind.

Once at the beach she just goes off away from everyone and sits down, throwing her backpack down before grabbing her phone and headphones out of her bag. That’s when I notice my phone is once again ringing. The ringtone being the one I set specifically for Janis. I pull my phone out of my pocket torn between my two best friends. Janis hurt y/n but there has to be a reason behind it. So I do what I have to and answer the phone.

“Daims I fucked up big time, please go check on y/n, I left her in the janitors closet and I don’t think she’s in the right headspace to be alone” she says with a hint of regret in her voice. I can tell that she is pacing around even through the phone.

“Okay no, Janis the girl is absolutely broken right now, you best explain and have a goddam good excuse for this. I know the whole Regina thing wasn’t you, but what the fuck?” I almost shout, only quieting down because y/n is sitting not even a few feet away from me.

“I’ve watched her since we where kids, I’ve seen her happiest moments from afar but never had the courage to go up to her, now that I have she’s been the saddest I’ve seen her. And I feel like it’s on me, I never wanted her like this. I wanted to make her happy” she starts

“Shut the fuck up and come to the beach, tell her yourself. But don’t blame me or anyone else if she doesn’t want to hear it” I say still angry at my best friend. I look over to y/n who is still spaced out, music blaring from her headphones.

“Fine im nearly there anyway, was going home but I’ll turn around. Cady is driving us”and with that the phone call ends.

Not even a few minutes later Cadys car pulls up next to Tessa’s. I watch as Janis gets out. I look over to see y/n layed on a beach towel from Tessa’s car that we brought out, her eyes closed and an angry Tessa storming over, Aaron following.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Aaron surprisingly says before Tessa can, his face confused and angered. “I came to talk to her” Janis tries to walk past the taller boy. He steps in front of her before she can “wait Janis don’t we need to talk first” Tessa then buts in, grabbing Janis’ arm, taking her back to her car. They both come back a few minutes later and Tessa nods to Aaron to let the two girls talk it out.

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I sit up and open my eyes, the sun blinding me, making me wipe my face for what seems like the thousandth time in the past hour. I pull my phone out and change the song just as someone taps my shoulder. “Don’t touch me right now Tessa I swear to fuck I will dunk you in the sea” I say flinching away from the person who only moves to stand in front of me. There stands Janis, her face full of shame. She sits in front of me so I take my headphones off and stare blankly at her. She goes to speak but stops herself so I take that opportunity to talk for her “if your only here to ‘comfort’ me then leave again then save your time and fuck off” I put y headphones back on but she leans forward and takes them off of my head before I can react. “The fuck?” I say in shock. “Middle school” she says as if I should know what that means. I continue to just stare at her, pissed off. “I’ve had a crush on you since middle school. I used to watch you every class we had together. Then in high school when you started the band. I would listen to every song. I went to your first show. I forced Damien to go to that show that night. Your last show. When Bea cheated on you I was so pissed because ever since I’ve known you I’ve seen you to be this happy person. But then these past few months you’ve lost your smile. And I blame myself for that.” She blurts out in one breath.

It takes me a second to process what she said but once my brain catches up i sit there shocked. “I’ve hurt people in the past, I’ve had the hardest time falling in love with things, but falling in love with you has been one of the easiest things I’ve done, but seeing you like this” she gestures to me “has been the hardest thing I’ve done because I know I’ve played a part in the way you’ve lost your smile. I don’t expect you to forgive me but im here to ask you to give me a second chance to fix this and bring back your smile” she finishes with teary eyes. I look back at her already crying, all I can manage to do is nod and choke out another sob as she leans forward to hug me.

[dcmeme]

Batfam as Tiktok audios/Vines part 1

Inspired by my response to the very true words of @daminette-56 on the jealous issues of one Selena Kyle over a certain Wayne.

Also it keeps autocorrecting Selena’s name for some unexplainable reason so it’s an ‘e’ for now and not Sel.ina.

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Bruce: You know, you’re the most jealous woman I know.

Selena: You know other women? 😡

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Dick: You ever wanna talk about your emotions TM?

Jason: No🤷

Tim: I do!😁

Dick: I know David😑

Tim: I’m sad 😞

Dick: I know David😑

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Dick: Let me see what you have 🤨

Damian: A KNIFE😃🔪

Dick: NO😯🏃‍♀️

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Jason: All women *pulls out lightsaber* are 👸🏻✨queens✨👸🏻

Kate: *pulls out saber* If she’s breathes 💨She’s a THOTTTT💥

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Alfred: *After dealing with children all day* Two shots of vodka 😁💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧

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Stephanie: *screams*

Duke: AH! Stop! I coulda dropped my croissant 😡

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Dick: *random backflip* 🤸🏻‍♂️ I’VE BEEN DREAMING OF A 💕💋TRUE LOVES KISS💋💕

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Bruce: You know what you’re in time out😠 Get on the fridge! Get up there!

Jason: This house is a F*CKING NIGHTMARE! 🧗

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Damian: *stares at his father for the first time*

Bruce: 😅Uhm…

Talia: 🤨

Bruce:…… Wanna beer?🍺

Talia: HE’S FOUR!🤬

Bruce: I DON’T KNOW WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH HIM?!

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Bernard: OBJECTION YOUR HONOR!

Tim: what is it?

Bernard: 💋

Tim:… 🧑‍⚖️OVERRULED.

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Duke: 🎤SHE’S A BEAST 😤 I CALL HER MAMA😊💕

Dick:…that’s not the words.

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Selena: I saw you hangin’ out with Kaitlin yesterday-

Bruce: 😮Rebecca! It’s not what you think 😰

Selena: I won’t hesitate b*tch 💥🔫

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Damian: I just miss the 90s.

Colin: Oh yeah we’re you born?

Damian: 2004.

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Talia: *Trying to hype up her son after Ras yells at him for not choosing to be his successor again* If your name is junior and you’re really handsome come on raise your hands 🙌 🎵🎶🎵🎶

Damian:… *grins and raises*

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Dick: *in princess pajamas*Hey *munch munch* 😏I want to be ✨Famous✨

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Alfred: Stop before I take away your toys.

Tim: *crying*

Alfred: Imma take away your wifi.

Tim: *silence*

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Bruce: YOU GONNA WORK HARD?

Duke: Sir Yessir!

Bruce: YOU GONNA BE COMMITTED?

Duke: Sir Yessir!

Bruce: Than jump down that hole.

Duke: *rubbing his shoes, a gift from Cassandra and bites his lip* I dunno captain I just got these J’s they fresh out the box 📦 👟

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Kate: Hey I’m lesbian 🏳️‍🌈

Cassandra: I thought you were American 🇺🇸 ❓

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Duke: we’re getting pulled over!

Jason: Quick! Put these on *pulls out Camo suits*

Jim: license and regi- what the 😨 Nobodies here ⁉️⁉️⁉️

Jason and Duke: *opens doors and dances out*

Jim: Who opened the- DEVIL CAR 😱 DEVIL CAR 😭

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