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[undescribed1mage]

Actually !! That isn't all. I am not the greatest at explaining things so sincerest apologies if any of this is worded wrong.

The Arena Stage Ride The Cyclone cast was announced. Everyone was main recast(nothing against the actors, ofc) either from Jungle Theatre or McCarter, except for Ricky.

Arena Stage is produced by Sarah Rasmussen, the producer of both the McCarter Theatre & Jungle Theatre productions of Ride The Cyclone(evident in the current casting).

Sarah Rasmussen has fired a disabled actor simply for being disabled. It's explained better here, as well on Yannick themselves account.

[iamred-iamyellow]

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♥ pairing: oscar piastri x fem!american!driver!reader

♥ synopsis: you and oscar decided to make your relationship a secret in hopes to not stir up any “conflict of interest” rumors. however, he just couldn’t help being a proud boyfriend when you won your first race for williams as a rookie. 

♥ smau + written - fc: girls on pinterest - none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing !!!

♥ a/n: once again, i’m so sorry this took so long for me to write but i really hope it was worth the wait anon <3

-October 2023-

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williamsracing We're incredibly pleased to announce that @/yourusername has signed a three year contract deal with us starting this following F1 season. She will line up alongside @/logansargeant and will be the first woman to drive a Grand Prix since Lella Lombardi in 1976. We are absolutely honored to have you. Welcome to the Williams family 💙

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yourusername its a perfect all american grid

user6 I understood that reference

user5 🦅🦅🦅

user1 USA USA RAHHH 🇺🇸🗽🏈

user8 WOOO

user2 following in susie's footsteps :')

prema_racing we’re so proud of you

yourusername <3

oscarpiastri I’ll see you in melbourne 😉

user12 it’s the wink for me

user4 im gonna miss prema era y/n

user5 @/user4 ok but the trio is back together !!! y/n, oscar, and logan

user6 @/user5 you’re forgetting about fred

user9 fred vesti always the bridesmaid never the bride

user10 need me some williams gear asap

user14 💙💙💙

logansargeant excited to finally have a fellow american on team torque

yourusername me 🤝 logan

alex_albon 😐

georgerussell63 and here I was thinking you were happy to join me at mercedes

user13 I’m a child of the britcedes-sargebon divorce

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-Williams' Rising Star: Y/n L/n-

Williams has announced that American F2 Champion, Y/n L/n will be making her Formula 1 debut next year alongside Logan Sargeant. She has been making waves in the world of motorsports for over a decade now, and it seems that all of her hard work has finally payed off. She's already been placed in the history books for her impeccable talent on track and her inspiring work off it. Not only has she broken plenty of records in feeder series', but she also contributed to the creation of F1 Academy.

From Long Beach a to Monte Carlo

Early in her karting career Y/n was scouted for the Mercedes Junior Drivers Team and she's seemed to have a close relationship with Toto and Susie Wolff ever since. She uprooted her life from California to London as a young teen, taking a huge risk in hopes to accomplish her dreams.

What does this mean for F1?

With rising representation in all areas of f1, we can hope to see young women getting more opportunities to make their mark on the sport. Let's face it, the future of F1 is female.

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yourusername POINTS?!?!

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williamsracing starting off this year strong!

frederikvestiofficial WOOOO !!!

yourusername WOOOO 🎉

arthur_leclerc way to go y/n

yourusername ty artie my favorite leclerc 😍

charles_leclerc hey ??

user1 @/yourusername what about oscar piastri-leclerc

yourusername I CHANGE MY ANSWER

oscarpiastri I'm so happy for you

yourusername <3

user2 ...

user3 👀

logansargeant lets gooo 💪

yourusername 🦅🦅

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oscarpiastri maiden win

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yourusername never beating the polite cat allegations with that smile

oscarpiastri :]

yourusername I'm so proud of you btw 🫶

oscarpiastri 🫶

landonorris congrats

oscarpiastri thanks mate

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-Dutch Grand Prix-

"Plan A, Y/n. Plan A," your race engineer said to you on the radio.

"What about plan C? I think it will work," you responded.

"Uhm, as of right now we don't want to risk your position, so plan A, Y/n, plan A." they spoke softly.

"I can hold the tires, I swear. We're already at the back of the pack, we have nothing to lose."

"I think that's the first time I've heard a driver try to argue their way out of the main strategy," Crofty laughed on the broadcast.

"Box, Y/n. Box."

You sighed, thinking you've reached your defeat. You pulled into your pit box and noticed the green ring on the tires.

They're putting you on inters.

They're following your strategy.

You clicked the radio button back on, "Thank you," you screamed to your team.

You were briefed with everything a few days ago, but you couldn't help but come up with your own plan after getting the weather report for the weekend.

The rain was about a minute away now and you begged the team to put you on intermediate tires right at this time. You knew it would be difficult to drive on a barley damp track like this, but if it worked you could be looking at a podium.

You only had to drive a single lap before it started pouring and your plan payed off. Almost the entire grid struggled with their dry tires in the new track conditions, giving you time to create a lead as they had to slow down and pit.

Every lap you completed as race leader made you more anxious than the last. You held your breath as you reached the last corner of the last lap, vaguely able to see the chequered flag. Tears filled your eyes as you crossed the finish line in P1, the Williams garage being shown on the big screen sprinting out to congratulate you.

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Before you had the chance to jump into the arms of your team, Oscar was running up to you. He picked you up and pressed his soft lips to yours right in front of the cameras. You smiled into the kiss, happy tears still streaming down your cheeks.

He pulled you into a tight hug, "I'm so proud of you. I love you so much," he mumbled into your hair.

"I love you too, Osc." you laughed through your crying.

He pulled away, cupping your face in his hands, and kissing your forehead. You smiled as he wiped your cheeks with his thumbs.

"So... instead of us interacting with each other online to keep our relationship private, you decide to make out with me in public?"

Oscar laughed and hugged you again, "Just enjoy the moment.”

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F1 Y/n L/n makes history as the first woman to win an F1 Grand Prix and the first win for Williams since 2012. Well done 👏

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yourusername fact is walter white james vowles couldn't have done it without me 🗣️

georgerussell63 so true 🔥

logansargeant LETS FUCKING GOOOO

yourusername RAHHHH

susie_wolff I'm so proud of you 💗

yourusername <3

user7 the way susie was recording her on the podium like a proud mom :')

user8 ROOKIE WIN

user4 🐐🐐

lewishamilton @/yourusername incredible drive today. congrats on the win, it was well deserved

yourusername tysm lew 🫶

jensonbutton thats literally my daughter

youruseranme DAD 🫂

user3 I thought she was supposed to be Toto's daughter...

user6 @/user3 toto, lewis, nico, jenson──they're all related one way or another

user2 family tree is a wreath

mercedesamgf1 all hail queen y/n

user9 y/n to Mercedes 2025 !!!

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oscarpiastri y/n l/n. my best friend, the love of my life, and a formula 1 grand prix race winner. this is such an incredible achievement and I am so happy for you. I know you are out there inspiring so many young women and I couldn't be prouder. you are the most incredible girlfriend, driver, and person I have ever met. congratulations on the win, you deserve it. I love you ❤️

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yourusername osccc 🥹 you've been my #1 fanboy since our karting days and I can't thank you enough for all the support you've given me <3 I love you so much

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end notes: tysm for reading <3 don’t ask me about the real life mechanics behind the tires bc im obviously not qualified for that 💀 i based that scene off of the strategy i use when i play gran turismo and i see the clouds get grey (it’s never failed me)

[hana-no-seiiki]

cat villain reader my beloved. I'm so obsessed with it already. Please tell us more.

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA THEY ASKED FOR IT SO YOU CANT BLAME ME NOW F-

@sophiethewitch1 hi here’s your daily schizophrenic voice giving you even more mental illness

another short one cause im still lazy asf

I feel like a broken record just playing different flavors of the same oc/reader on my blog with the batfam i swear

tim is the only batfam member who figured out your identity prior to your own snooping

mostly because bruce’s identity was already aired out to your by selina and damian being his blood born son + appearing out of nowhere was a given.

as such it provided a lot of interesting scenarios

such as that one week where you were extremely active in your heists. like more so than the usual which was already a lot.

of course, you always tried to keep a sense of mystery as your cat villain self so asking you as robin wouldn’t have worked

so tim decided to approach you in class ( you were his senior or maybe even a young, fresh out of uni prof) and ask you why you seemed so…different or frantic lately

“oh. am i?” tim narrowed his eyes. it was so you to answer with another question, even as a civilian.

“sorry, i’m just really excited about this new limited edition robin figure of the new guy in the suit and—“

you proceeded to go on a ramble about your headcannons of the dude, saying how different and/or similar he was to robins of the past and ofc how much you admired him

this leads to his eventual downward spiral into depravation and horny

oh and unrelated to the boys, my headcannons for reader’s powers are as follows (mostly inspired from cat related cartoon characters)

invisibility/teleportation (from kitty chesire)

and cataclysm (from chat noir)

okay back to the boys

you and jason definitely had the biggest enemies to lovers arc out of everyone

like next to dick and damian, jason and you definitely hated each other’s guts

at that time you were dating dick and wanted him to stay as robin. pretty much in denial and anger, which led to you lashing out on jason.

at that time you still had hope for batman’s parenting skills and wanted jason to not take the opportunity he was given for granted

eventually you two found a lot in common and after a lot of deliberating and losing your mind with thoughts of “what ifs” and “but what about”s you broke it off with dick to pursue him

only to find out that jason was killed

people that knew you say you moved on pretty quickly. as if he was no more than a passing thought in your pretty little head.

but people like selina knew that out of everyone on this planet, the incident broke you the most

turning you into this near-empty husk, an imitation of what you were like

only filled with fear and anxiety

you would hurt people more, be more reckless

and boy do these men like playing savior to the fallen like you.

EXTRA:

i absolutely believe that as soon as you found out red hood was jason you two boned. like literally on whatever street/alleyway/battle you guys were in

emotions were high

and you two definitely cried the whole time im not sorry-

also you two always quote pride and prejudice lines at eachother

went from rabid dog that bit you several times to your goodest boy fr fr

[pokotho]

the other side of this is when you see a theory post from someone who hasn't seen nmt thats actually literally 1000% true and i get mad that my brain has never been that big

i feel so cringe i dont wanna be Um Actually but i keep seeing hatchetfield theories where i come to the same conclusion of Well this just isnt true cause in nightmare time Then i remember most of the ppl in the tags probably dont watch nmt and just watch the musicals and i sound like a fucking nerd

[wolfytae-exe]

hi!! can u do a spiderman gyu smut^^?

Hey!! I can sure try! Cant guarantee it’ll be good-

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Genre: smut

Pairings: Spider-man!Beomgyu, Afab!Reader

Warnings: Manhandling, Degradation and Praise, Edging, Bondage, spitting, orgasm denial, overstimulation, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, squirting, facial, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it),creampie, mating press, forced orgasm, this was written on multiple occasions so if it sounds like a broken puzzle i apologize.

Note: unedited, i’ve been getting a lot of asks and i’m VERY behind LOL i need to catch up so i cant edit these after writing them. I kept procrastinating this im sorry- it might seem a bit rushed

Summary: in which you confront your boyfriend whose been hiding a secret from you for years

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You had been sitting in your bed for an hour waiting on your boyfriend to come over and spend some time with you. All you had gotten was a quick text from him telling you there was a ‘problem’.

You and Beomgyu have been dating for 2 years now, now both juniors in college, and he’s been keeping a secret from you the whole time. Not like you didn’t know his secret already, but when he would text you like this and call his crime fighting a ‘problem’ instead of straight up telling you he was Seoul’s very own spider-man you always felt your heart crack.

You know the man like the back of your hand and he still managed to not trust you enough to tell you. You’ve known since before you both even dated, your crush on him prominent before you even knew.

You would notice every time he wouldn’t show up to class, coming in late or missing lunch after watching a news recording on his phone. He always came back disheveled and flushed, like he had been running or working out. At first you had assumed he had sex a lot, always ditching class to get his dick wet.

But soon after that thought crossed your mind you caught him. You watched him take off the mask after throwing some petty robbers into prison. It only made your love for him grow, knowing he was so strong and brave enough to risk his life everyday just did something that made you fall for him harder than before.

Eventually you both began hanging out, he managed to keep his eye on you as well as being a hero and being top of his class. He really made you feel special that way so you always made sure to understand that when you have to wait for him, it’s okay because he’s saving lives.

As quickly as you fell into your thoughts you were dragged out of it by the sound of your phone ringing, notifying you that your boyfriend finally had a time of peace to come see you.

A smile was now stuck on your face, excited to see Beomgyu after a few days of him practically ghosting you. You quickly responded, throwing in a couple hearts out of excitement before hitting send.

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Half an hour has passed since Beomgyu sent you the text that he would be coming over. You’ve started to lose hope already, the food you made him,, your mothers tteokbboki recipe she gave you before you left for college,, was now cold.

As you began packing the food up back into the fridge you heard a knock. Closing the Tupperware of rice cakes you walked to the door, peeking into the peep hole just to find no one there. “what..?” you muttered before hearing a louder knock, this time behind you.

Slowly you looked behind you to the balcony your dorm was accompanied with. There was no way Beomgyu was coming in through your balcony right? You live on the 5th floor for fucks sake, this wasn’t really how he was going to tell you his secret right?

Your feet pattered against the floor as you made your way to the balcony, opening up the door with a confused look sketched all over your face, and there he was, Choi Beomgyu standing there with a bashful grin and annoyingly normal clothes. “Hi pretty.” He spoke with a slight rasp and whisker smile.

You just blinked, looking behind him at the drop of your balcony. “How did you get up here, Gyu?” You asked with faux confusion, more so wondering what he would say.

Beomgyu turned to look over his shoulder, peeking at the drop as well before looking back with a now nervous grin. “I- well- I climbed.” He admitted, unsure how to explain how he even did that.

His answer stunned you though, he just straight up told you. “How did you even do that, there’s nothing but balconies up here and it’s the fifth floor Gyu.” You called him out as he you gave him room to walk in and get his jacket off.

As Beomgyu walked in he took in your words trying to find an excuse. He only showed up on the balcony cause he forgot his spare keycard in his dorm, used to just jumping out his window whenever he’s needed by the police. “I sorta maybe forgot my keycard at my dorm.”

You rolled your eyes as you closed the balcony door. “Well no need to dwell. I made my mom’s tteokbboki, find a movie and i’ll heat it up.” You spoke, getting some pressure off his back as you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before making your way to the kitchen.

Beomgyu gave you a firm nod before making his way into your room. You proceeded to reheat the food you packed up already, thinking about whether to tell him you knew his secret or not.

Once the microwave announced that the food was ready you took it out, giving it a quick stir and grabbing some drinks before heading into your room. You were a little tense, mentally pushing yourself to tell him after keeping it from him all this time.

As you sat down, Beomgyu moved closer, helping you get settled on the bed with him. “So what movie did you pick?” you asked while passing him a soda can. Beomgyu happily took it from you, thanking you in the process before responding. “I picked that new spider-man movie, the new york spider-man everyone keeps making movies about.”

Beomgyu spoke with a tinge of jealousy. “Well he must be really good if he has this many movies.” You responded while fishing out a rice cake from the red sauce. “I like our spider-man more.” Beomgyu said firmly. With a giggle you nodded. “I like our spider-man more too.” You agreed, ignoring the way his face lit up in response.

Beomgyu reached for the remote to play the movie and you took a bite of the chewy and spicy meal, humming at the taste of it. After the movie began playing Beomgyu grabbed his chopsticks and went for the boiled egg at the bottom of the bowl, it was always his favorite part of the dish.

You watched through your top eyelashes as he practically scarfed down food. He must have grown an appetite from fighting. “Hungry Gyu?” You questioned him and he stiffened, pausing to actually chew and swallow his food before nodding. “I didn’t eat at all today.” he admitted as he grabbed more rice cakes and sauce.

You shook your head. “Why didn’t you eat?” You asked, half concerned and half scolding him. You knew the answer but if he wasn’t going to tell you, you might as well make him feel a little guilty about it. “Ah w-well..” He muttered, using his index finger to move his bangs out his eyes. “I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you.” He said with a pout.

You just stared, waiting. There was no way in hell he was going to come clean after all this time of leaving you in the dark. You watched as he lifted the sleeve of his hoodie. It seemed normal enough, but then he went and reached under the scrunched sleeve and pulled out the red sleeve of the suit, the iconic spider web design laced into it. No fucking way.

You just stared at it. Do you act shocked? Do you tell him that your knew? You were panicking. “I knew.” You muttered, looking back up just to freeze at the darkness in his eyes. You were expecting everything but that. “Since when?” Was all he said. He never let his satoori slip around you, he knew it sounded a bit harsh at times but in this point in time it seemed like he genuinely didn’t care, practically spitting it out harsher than it needed to be.

You frowned, not even wanting to answer his question. “Before we started dating.” You answered anyways, waiting for the harsh response to come in. But all that was given was a sigh and a soft “Why did you never tell me?” Your frown stayed however, knowing he was still upset. “I didn’t want to add on to your stress, being spider man is already hard enough without someone knowing your identity, why would i make it harder for you?” you answered with a question back, knowing there was no answer.

“Show me..?” You asked, leaning forward into him a bit more. Slowly but surely Beomgyu turned his wrists upward, the small holes in his wrists were barely noticeable, opening and closing with his heart beat only slightly. You watched as he reached across your room for your unplugged lava lamp. Nothing happened for a moment and you just looked at him, finally realizing he was staring at you. “You really knew for that long?” He questioned you again but all you did was nod, watching his wrists once more.

You had expected his to throw his hands into those iconic spider-man signs but instead he kept it open, flexing his forearm for a second before the webs came shooting out to the lava lamp, sticking to it immediately as he pulled it back to you both and catching it with one hand. You flinched at how close it got to your face but calmed down when you registered you were safe.

Slowly you reached over to touch the webs as he set down the lava lamp, it was thin and stringy, sticky and elastic. “So cool..” You muttered as you dragged a thumb over the holes against a wrist, jumping back when you heard him let out a noise. “Did that hurt? I’m sorry, Gyu!” You apologized ferociously, panicked that you had went too far.

Beomgyu just laughed at you. “ I liked it.. Felt good, I never had anyone touch my spinnerets before.” He admitted with a small blush to his ears. “Then may I?” You asked this time, unsure if he would be fine with it or not. Once he gave you a firm nod you went back, pressing a finger on the pulsating holes. You slightly grazed your nail over it and felt beomgyu squirm.

“Does it really feel that good?” You asked him, raising a brow. All he did was hum in response, a tight lipped nod following. “do the webs only shoot out fast? oh my god do you eat insects?” You threw questions at him left and right, now curious about how much of him is spider.

Beomgyu just snorted. “I eat like a normal human being Y/N, I’m not a complete spider. and my webs have always come out fast, sometimes there’s a blockage sometimes where they won’t come out at all but they’re never slow.” He answered tugging at his bottom lip as you kept running you thumb over the holes, fascinated. You never got to see them before, it’s all so new to you.

Beomgyu soon let out a whimper when you wouldn’t let up on his spinnerets. “Y-Y/N..” He whined and clutched his hand into a fist, not wanting to rip his hand from you because of the sensitivity all while trying not to make it so known he we slowly getting aroused by the feeling.

Eventually you pulled back, noticing how he was panting, practically begging for air. “Was that too much? I’m sorry I’ll calm down.” You said, now wondering how good it must feel if he’s reacting this way. It didn’t take long to figure it out however. Your eyes glanced down for a moment only to double take onto his gray sweat pants, specifically his crotch, a small patch darker than the rest in a tattletale manner that the superhero was leaking precome ready to cum in his pants untouched, not to mention the bulge that accompanied this small spot.

Beomgyu saw your eyes, flushing in embarrassment. “I- I didn’t know that would happen Y/N. I swear-“ He tried to explain himself, cheeks red. You cut him off however, placing a finger on his lips before leaning down to his wrist where the holes rested.

Once your finger moved he questioned you. “What are you do- ah fuck-“ He gasped out as you licked over the holes. Wanting to see just how sensitive he could get. The reaction was good enough for you so have another lick over the hole and blew on it, letting the cold air cause him to shiver.

The feeling went straight to Beomgyus cock, making him buck his hips at the pleasure. “That really does rile you up, Gyu.” You said with a smirk, dragging your lips up his arm to his shoulder, then to his neck, jaw, cheeks, and finally his lips.

Food and movie now forgotten you crawled into his lap, his arms immediately pulling you in at the waist as you explored each others mouths, teeth scraping each other and tongues covering every area of your mouths. Soon enough he pulled off, both you guys catching your breath as he lifted your chin up, you being a bit smaller in his lap allowed him to sink you down enough to fully look over you.

Beomgyu lifted your chin, holding your mouth open with his thumb on your bottom lip before spitting into it. “Swallow it.” He said with a growl and you did, a hum following before you both went back in, your hand going straight to his sweats, palming and gripping his cock through it. You guys were never really aggressive when it came to sex or foreplay, but with the way Beomgyu initiated this and the way you teased him you just knew this was going to be fun.

Eventually you both broke apart, filling your lungs back up before Beomgyu quite literally tore off your shirt, grabbing it by the hem and ripping it into two just to get to your breasts. With a moan you let him grope you, feeling his cold hands glide over your bra before lifting it up and exposing your breasts and hard nipples.

Beomgyu was usually soft and vanilla with you, gentle and calm but tonight it’s like he snapped, a whole new person. “God I should just stick you to this wall and have my fun.” You hear him mutter into your chest. “Fuck, Gyu-“ You whine as he starts sucking on your nipples, let them harden in his mouth and grow more sensitive.

Once your nipple is hard and you’re squirming in his lap he lets go, taking off his own shirt before pulling off your shorts and underwear in one go. You’re helping by unclipping your bra and going for his pants, which he slaps your hand away and picks you up. You let out a yelp as he quite literally manhandles you.

Once you both are off the bed he’s pinning you to the wall, his bigger hands over your smaller ones, keeping them above your head. All you could do was look at him, surprised more than anything that he was going through with his thoughts.

At some point in you staring at him he flips you to face the wall, mushing your head against it as he webbed your hands in place. It was sticky but soft at the same time, like a silk glove that was wet before being worn.

You tried to wiggle out, testing the strength of his webs for yourself and you didn’t even budge, completely stuck to the wall. You whined as you struggled to see him but it didn’t last long because you felt his hands on your hips pulling you back into an arch, ass out and hands stuck to the wall. Once he let go you were about to move but felt more webs stick you down, unable to move out of this uncomfortable position.

“Shhh just let me use your pretty hole baby, don’t worry i’ll make sure you get to cum.” he whispers into your ear, running a cold finger down your bare back, giving you a quick shiver that ran all the way down to your cunt. You feel him pull away and try to turn your head but your arms blocked from your sight.

soon you hear him shuffling, you can’t pin point what he’s doing so you whine, wiggling your ass to him in an attempt to fuck you already. Your skin was already burning up at this point, feeling hot under his silky webs.

“So impatient..” You hear him whisper before letting out a moan, taunting you. What is he doing? His he just getting off and leaving you here. You can’t see what he’s doing and it’s driving you mad.

That feeling went away however when you felt something wet rub against your folds. “A-ah~ Gyu please don’t tease.” You mumble as he hums, enjoying your wet folds on his cock. After a minute of back and forth rubbing he pushed through, You were so wet, so warm, so tight. A moan slipped from you and your head fell forward, caught by the wall you were of so close to.

As soon as he bottomed out he began fucking you, hands on your waist like you were some fuck toy for him to get off with. Whatever you had done to him had him in a haze, slowly his hands left you, fucking you with no hands as you followed his thrusts back anyways and brought his wrists up to his mouth, breath fanning over the holes as he pounded into your cunt. His heart was racing like he had taken aphrodisiacs.

“Fuck what did you do to me.” He muttered before licking at the holes that were pulsating with his heart. The feeling did nothing but travel straight to his cock, twitching hard inside you as he bucked harder. Your legs were trembling, unable to handle how aggressive he was being. The pace was unforgiving and the knot in your stomach was tightening painfully.

Just as you let out a whine, knowing you were gonna cum he pulled out. Your hips fell back into nothing but air and your heat clenched around itself angrily at the denied orgasm. “Why-“ You begin, protesting at the loss of your pleasure only to yelp in sensitivity as beomgyu comes back, his fingers on your clit.

You bucked into his fingers, he knew your body like the front and back of his hand, you always felt the most pleasure in your clit, being fingered didn’t do much for you unless it was his doing the work. “You did this to me, Y/N.” He panted, the speed of his fingers rubbing you building your orgasm right back up. All you could do was shift weight on different feet to try an get away, the pleasure was too much for you to handle, but that didn’t stop him from chasing your clit.

Soon your voice was so loud Beomgyu was sure you’d end up with several noise complaints. You, on the other hand, couldn’t even hear yourself anymore, only able to hear your heartbeat and ringing. Beomgyu watched the way your cunt clenched around itself, threatening to release more juices than it already had dripping out.

“Almost there, doll.” He hummed before dropping to his knees, fingers leaving you to start crying in frustration. You were impatient and in pain from the constant denial. Beomgyu watched your heat drip more and more pleasure, almost as a lure for him to come back. Luckily for you, he did, lips to lips he licked stripes up your cunt before completely going in.

His hands held you by your waist to keep your squirming to a minimum before he took your clit into his mouth, tongue rubbing in figure 8’s with no abandon. “O-Oh” Was all your brain could let out, Beomgyu loved eating you out, if he could live life with you attached to his face he would.

Your legs trembled at the feeling of his hot tongue making out with your lower half, you could feel his nose rubbing against your heat, prodding and teasing you further. Whimpers and moans mixed with the sound of Beomgyu lewdly slurping up your cunt like it’s his sole purpose was all that could be heard, along with the occasional “You taste so fucking good” he’d mutter against you in a pussy drunk haze.

Your position left Beomgyu frustrated at some point, wanting you flipped, so he left your cunt and stood up, wrapping an arm around your waist before reaching to your hands and ripping off the webs you struggled with, with ease. Your arms fell and your upper half with it, but Beomgyu tightened his grip so you only slouched and rubbed off the webs that stuck your feet in place with his own. Once you were free you were being thrown back onto the bed, completely avoided the half empty bowl of food.

Beomgyu followed your body to the bed, looking at the food in the corner of his eye before quickly slinging a web to the top that rested next to it and pulling it towards him. Catching the top with one hand as he crawls over you he pushes the lid onto the bowl before putting it on the nightstand. In the meantime you were whining and trying to get friction from his hard on as he crawled on top of you.

Once he felt it was safe to continue, and not in fear of staining everything with tteokbboki sauce he went back down, grabbing your thighs as he pulled you to the edge of the bed. Your legs opened fast, wanting him back to finish you off. “So impatient” He teased, knowing damn well he was edging you on purpose.

You let out another whine as he kissed your inner thigh, hands gripping your knees to keep you from shutting your legs on his face, not that he’d mind. His kisses fluttered from your knee to your bikini line before he placed a few kisses on your clit. You squeaked as you felt him slowly trace kisses from the hood of your clit to licking the ball of nerves.

Your hands, now free, shot down to his hair, intertwining your fingers into it before pulling when he flattened his tongue on your folds. Slowly he built up your orgasm again, kissing and slurping your arousal. He wanted you to cum just as much as you did, he wanted nothing more than to taste your pleasure as a reward for treating him so well, keeping his secret, and well he just loved to eat you out too.

His tongue teased your entrance a few times before pushing in. Your grip on his hair only tightening as you pulled his face in, grinding on his nose and suffocating him. Beomgyu was loving every bit of it, he took a hand off your knee and plunged his middle and ring finger into the wet throbbing hole after moving back up to your clit. “Oh-“ you let out. The sound were oh so lewd, making your heart pound even harder.

Quickly, your arousal soaked his fingers as he curled them up, hitting your g-spot with the pads of his fingers. “Oh god- Fuck Gyu.” You pant, arching yourself into him in hopes he quicken the speed. The feeling of your cunt in his mouth and his fingers in you had you severely overwhelmed, so sensitive from the failed orgasms, you were scared he was going to stop again so you held him tighter, grinding even harder into his face.

You orgasm snuck up on you, crashed over you before you knew it. Your legs shook and you mouth hung open into a silent scream as you seen stars, not even aware at the fact that you squirted in your boyfriends mouth, pulling him into and keeping him there to take it all. The feeling left you numb, you were dizzy and your body was buzzing.

“Fuck..” You heard Beomgyu in a muffled voice, slightly gargled. You slowly came back, letting him go little by little with heavy pants before looking down at him. Your thighs were soaked, along with his bangs and his lips and chin, some even making it to his cheeks and nose. A small groan rumbled from him as he came on himself, reacting to your orgasm.

“We aren’t done.” Beomgyu said, slurring over his pussy drunk haze. The hero pulled himself up and pulled you even closer, planting his hips in between yours before he slammed into you. A groan fell from him and a scream fell from you, overstimulated to hell because of him. “G-G Fuck Gyu- A-Ah~” You tried to pull him off, struggling to keep your legs open for him as you clit throbbed painfully.

Beomgyu only responded by closing your legs and pressing your knees to your chest, holding you into a mating press as he fucked into your gummy walls. “You’re so tight- So perfect for my cock.” He rambled as he slammed his hips into yours, pausing for a second to rut into you deep and hard before pulling out almost all the way and slamming back in. Your eyes rolled back as he leaned his head next to yours, licking the shell before whispering dirty words into them. Before you knew it, your orgasms aligned with one hit to your cervix and a matched groan left you both.

Beomgyu slowed down, moving back to rutting against your clit as he pumped his cum deep into you, practically breeding you as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix, begging to get you pregnant. Slowly Beomgyu pulled out, letting a long moan fall from his lips while you whined. His cock coated in both your cum, a ring around the base of his cock from the constant rutting and his cum came oozing out onto the sheets as he fully slipped out.

“Let’s get you cleaned up baby.” He panted, fighting another boner at the sight. You, however, didn’t hear him; completely passed out from the strength of both orgasms. “Fuck.” He muttered before pulling you up into his arms. “Ill have to clean you up myself.” He whispered before planting a kiss to your sweaty forehead and making his way to your dorm bathroom.

———————

im sorry this took so long to get out😭

I’ve been swamped with work.

[felixsmeshglove]

piercings - skz boys

writers note: ; idk something about the skz boys wearing fake piercings and real piercings truly just has its grip on me. it’s not even fair. so, i decided to write about what piercing each member would get and a little bit of ideas about it please enjoy feedback is always appreciated

oh and this is excluding all of their original piercings, i know almost all of them have some variants and numbers of ear piercings, im talking about other types of piercings.

pairing(s) ; bang chan x reader, minho x reader, changbin x reader, hyunjin x reader, jisung x reader, felix x reader, seungmin x reader, jeongin x reader

content warnings ; 16+ (suggestive but no smut), body modification/piercings, gn!reader, uhh nipple piercings specifically?

bang ‘chris’ chan -;-

the piercing bang chan would be most likely to get would be a bridge piercing! i am so sure of this, honestly any nose piercing would look beautiful on him but frankly a bridge piercing would suit him the best.

~~~~~

you would initially be really stunned when you came over to visit, your eyes immediately snapping up to the pointed silver studs placed high up on the bridge of his nose.

immediately, his face would drop to worry. “you don’t like it. aish, i knew this was a bad idea. i shouldn’t have let them talk me into it-“

“n-no channie! no.. it- sorry, its just different is all. it looks nice really.”

you couldn’t help but just stare, you thought your boyfriend couldn’t get any more attractive. yeah… you thought wrong… he was just so pretty. especially with the slit eyebrow that he’d had from a recent concert that hadn’t grown back yet.

“cat got your tongue sweetheart?” he’d say with a chuckle.

“i uhm..” you’d try to say. chan would just gently grab your wrist, tugging you into the dorm and hugging you close with another deep, rumbling chuckle.

“so i’m keeping it?”

“you’re keeping it.”

lee “lee know” minho -;-

i think falling in line similarly with a fake piercing he’s worn before, he’d get spider bites on his right lip. the rest of his features are too soft to be broken up by some other facial piercing i feel like.

~~~~~

it took you longer than you cared to admit to notice. at first, you thought it was just for a music video they’d recorded. but then you noticed… minho hadn’t taken them off. you thought maybe it was for a new press style, but then.. the color changed. from silver to black. finally, while sitting on the sofa beside him you’d pipe up, “minho.. are.. those real..? did you really pierce yourself this time?”

“yeah? why not? does it look bad?” minho teased with a smirk, the smirk tugging the black rings along oh so slightly. fuck.

“you and i both know you look great, lino,” you’d say, trying to blow off the intense blush that had begun to bloom across your cheeks.

minho leaned in closer to you, ever the cocky blunt sexy individual that he was, his arm resting casually across the back of the couch. you hadn’t gotten to give minho a whole lot of love recently due to the band’s press business and whatnot, so you hadn’t yet had the chance to kiss him and notice the reality of his piercings.

“oh doll, you know i look great…” he said with a lowered, deeper voice.

almost as if he was reading your mind, he closed the gap between the two of you. cold metal tickled the edge of your lip as he did so, it seems almost somehow that this piercing made him even more bold than before.

you could get used to this.

seo changbin -;-

honestly changbin seems like a wildcard here but i think frankly an eyebrow piercing on his left eyebrow would suit his style the best. it’s truly a tie between this and an industrial. it depends on his mood when he was getting it honestly, as our dear binne seems to only have modes: cutie baby, and rough & dark. for the purposes of this imagine, we’ll go with the eyebrow piercing.

~~~~~

you were the first to know about changbin’s lovely little impulsive choice. why was that? why my dear y/n, this man dragged your poor ass to the appointment with him. he claimed over and over that he just needed moral support, but really it was just because sometimes it was so hard to get time with just you when he was so busy and he liked to take any chance he could.

he had the funniest response to the piercing too, as he kept an entirely stone face but tears streamed down his face.

at the end, he’d claimed it didn’t hurt even one bit. you knew he was probably just playing it up but you didn’t. changbin always made you laugh, you loved that about him.

“so, what do you think?” he asked you as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and looked over at you as you two began to roam the streets with time to kill after his piercing.

“looks nice on you, dwaekki,” you’d coo at him with a teasing nickname. you always thought he looked attractive no matter what look he tried to pull. at the end of the day he was still your precious dwaekki.

“its gonna look really nice on stage too, i hope you told your managers about this,” you add.

a slightly alarmed look takes over changbin’s face as his eyebrows raise slightly. this earns him a pained wince that he tries to bite back.

“right.. i should tell them, shouldn’t i?”

hwang hyunjin -;-

okay okay i will fuckin go to my grave on this one. first of all, hyunjin won’t settle for just one piercing. and no, this is not me being indecisive. i am absolutely convinced that he would get just a standard lip piercing but also nipple piercings. he’s just extra like that. that and i think that honestly him and jeongin are the most likely of the skz boys to get some sort of a body piercing.

~~~~~

you’d noticed quickly noticed as soon as hyunjin had stopped by your house that a shiny ring of metal adorned his plush lower lip. how could you not? it always seemed like anything hyunjin added to his face made him so much more stunning. the ever-doting partner you were, you spoke up.

“jinnie? did you forget to take off your jewelry before you left?”

“no? oh- this is real jagiya~” he cooed with his velvety voice, quickly resting his slender fingers against your hips and gently pulling you closer.

“when did you get that? i know you haven’t been able to visit for a bit but i figured in the pics you guys took it was just one of your fakes,” you’d responded with your face blooming with an intense blush.

“mmm almost two weeks ago now gongjunim~” he clarified, you could feel the metal that was warmed from his lips just barely brush against your own.

the ever devious little ferret boy he was, he waited for you to begin to reply. before you could even get a word out, however he crashed his lips against yours.

when you two finally pulled apart, he chuckled, a few strands of hair falling into his eyes as he looked down at you.

“i’ve got.. other ones too�� but those are for later..~” hyunjin said with his eyes flicking down, a subtle gesture to his chest. cue your blush darkening seemingly infinitely.

“did they hurt?” you ask dumbly, eyes unfocused as you were too flustered to quite realize what you were even saying.

“jagiyaaa you had to ruin the moment? of course it hurt!” hyunjin whined, before the two of you erupted into giggles.

han jisung -;-

my dear sweet hannie he looks so nice in so much. i think the best thing that would fit his aesthetic though would be a nice subtle diamond nose stud. it would add such a cute asymmetric pop of interest to his face that would match literally anything he wore.

~~~~~

another ‘drag you along for moral support’ type of person but he actually needs moral support a little bit. fortunately, unlike binnie, jisung has a little more forethought to actually plan out what he wants, where he put it and actually requesting permission from the producers.

he’d even asked you. jisung knew you’d love him with anything but seeing him with a nose piercing seemed to just itch a special part of your brain the best way.

you held his hand sweetly as he sat at the chair, chewing on his lower lip nervously. you peppered his face with soft kisses before stepping back to allow the piercer to do his job. he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, bracing himself for the pain. however, as quickly as it began, it was over. jisung blinked as he let go of your hand, the piercer making quick work of inserting the stud.

“good job jagi!” you smiled at him as he stood up, still a little stunned. ‘god he looks hot…�� you thought to yourself.

pushing back the thought jisung grinned and hugged you tight. “thank you for coming aegiya~”

in the taxi back to the dorm, your eyes kept flicking back to jisung’s new facial jewelry. “aegi~ aegiyaaa~” he giggled at you in a sing-song voice as he leaned forward to press a few sweet smooches to your cheek.

“it looks re-really n-nice, jagi,” you said softly, your mind finally settling out of your ‘gotta protect’ mindset and slipping back into your whipped little ‘god my boyfriend is hot’ mindset.

a wicked playful grin spread across jisung’s lips. man was he going to have a fun time with his new teasing topic.

lee ‘felix’ yongbok -;-

maybe this is my baby-stayness showing but i don’t remember any outfits where felix wore fake piercings so i don’t even have a baseline for what would look nice on him. that being said, for similar reasons that i mentioned for minho, a nose piercing would break up his gestures a little too much, but i think that he would also find too much inconvenience in having a lip piercing. thus we settle on a right eyebrow piercing to offset his left ear lobe piercings. felix already had the piercing but stopped wearing it for the sake of plot-

~~~~~

initially it was all just a joke. felix loved to send you selfies on snapchat and one day you found yourself particularly interested in the fake piercing filter. it had given him a stunning black bar eyebrow piercing, which sent a shiver to your core.

“lixie? you need to post that one,” you’d sent him in a voice message. fortunately, all of the stays had seemed to agree with you as well.

“do you really think i’d look good with an eyebrow piercing?” he’d shot a voice message back.

suddenly, your phone started to ring. felix was trying to facetime you? you answer.

when the call tunes in, your face immediately flushes a hot red as you see felix with a silver bar through his left brow. his eyes widen slightly at your reaction, before he chuckles softly.

“since when have you had that?!” you exclaim, lifting your free hand to cover your face in vain.

“i got it when i was seventeen i think, it was a stupid decision but i didn’t expect you to react this way babe,” felix says curiously as he smiles warmly. he loved seeing just how infatuated you were with him and how flustered he made you.

he felt the same exact way though, and he was never afraid to show it. you two always brought each other up. felix made a mental note to start wearing his piercing again.

kim seungmin -;-

fuck this exact thought forces my repressed seungmin bias to plague my thoughts exponentially. its hard for me to honestly pick anything other than a labret ring piercing for him. labret piercing seungmin ruins me inside i swear- also im sorry this one seemed to lean way more on seungmin’s perspective

~~~~~

seungmin didn’t actually intend to hide the piercing from you. in fact, he didn’t even hide it at all. however, you were under the impression that the piercing was simply a fake one like he’d used many times before. the producers always seemed to love seeing him in that type of piercing anyway.

you also weren’t normally allowed to kiss him while he had the fake on, lest it move or fall off. don’t get me wrong, he didn’t like the arrangement either. but alas, appeasing the producers was the choice he had to make.

this all culminated into a perfect front for him to actually go ahead and get the piercing. it served multiple purposes, he thought. as the producers seemed to have him wear the fake one more and more recently. his second, more favorite purpose was to drive you crazy. he saw how you seemed to practically drool over him especially whenever he wore the fake.

your phone lock screen was a photo of him wearing it from the last show he did wearing one for god’s sake.

he’d managed four and a half weeks before he finally cracked. most of the initial tenderness and pain of the healing piercing had subsided by then and he couldn’t hold back anymore. he just needed to kiss you again.

you’d just arrived to the studio, bags with drink carriers full of various drinks in your hands. you had barely set down the bags before seungmin seemed to usher you away from the other boys into a more secluded area of the studio.

pinning you against the wall, you try to protest in worry, “minnie your fake-“

he cuts you off. you immediately notice how this piercing doesn’t seem to move from it’s anchor point. he kisses you deeply, cupping your face with one hand and resting his opposite arm above your head. he holds the kiss for what feels like forever, before pulling away with a small huff.

“it’s real…”

yang jeongin -;-

okay, another wildcard but as the youngest i feel like in a classic himbo youngest fashion jeongin would get a belly button piercing. i don’t have much other reasoning other than that and i think he’d look hot with one tbh.

~~~~~

“y/n-ah! y/n-ah! look!” jeongin exclaimed happily as he grinned his big silly grin, scrambling up from the sofa he was sitting on in the lounge to see you when you’d entered the dorm. he lifted his shirt, and as you were about to turn away shyly and shout at him to not just undress in front of you, he stopped mid-chest.

your eyes widen as you blush, your attention immediately caught by the shiny silver jewelry that adorned the maknae’s belly.

“innie its- wow.” you say as you freeze in your tracks, stunned.

“do you like it? seungmin and hyunjin took me the other day it looks so cute right?” he giggled, the same wide silly grin plastered on his cheeks.

you definitely did like it. you were stunned, at a loss for words. jeongin let go of his shirt as his giggle turned more into a laugh.

“i wasn’t expecting you to do something so… bold?” you tried to choke out as jeongin pulled you close and hugged you. you could feel the piercing subtly through his shirt.

“i thought it would be fun and it looks nice doesn’t it? just wait until i can start using all the cool jewelry when this heals,” jeongin said with teasing excitement

“oh god jeongin-baby you’re going to be the death of me,” you said with a mock groan, laughing softly as you kissed his jawline. “i just gotta ask though, why the belly button?”

you were only met with a shrug as jeongin spoke, “not really sure, i was looking at pictures and i saw not a lot of guys get it.”

fair, but to you this was all the more reason to be so enamored by it. the rarity. jeongin was truly a special creature…

[navstuffs]

Hellluuu are you taking request rn? If you are can I request a romcom fic with leon, Like reader is being in a playful mood and decided to prank leon, they ask to help them crack their back then they crack a dry noodle with their mouth and pretend leon broke their ribs?

I have been binge reading your fics, funny, cute, sad and hella hottish fics of yours is so amazing! Keep doing it with passion! Thank you author ❤️❤️❤️

author's notes: im sorry i took so long to write this, anon and i hope you enjoy! also thank you so much for your kind words, i hope you enjoy this one too!

When you see it online, people pretending their backs are broken with a piece of uncooked pasta in their mouths, scaring the ones who cracked, it seems funny. Of course, you decide to do it on Leon due to your playful nature. It seemed harmless enough.

When Leon gets home, you complain about a particular lower back pain that has been bothering you the whole day. The pain is probably caused by how you slept or something you lifted heavy. Leon suggests medicine and maybe a doctor if the pain gets worse, but you shake your head, requesting his help.

"You want me to crack your back?!"

"Mhm. I know those fingers can do wonders."

"If you wanted me to massage you, you could just have asked."

"No, it will be better if you crack it. For quick relief."

Leon sighs, accepting your proposal. As you stand with your back against his chest, you quickly grab two pieces of dry pasta and place them between your teeth; Leon, too focused, doesn't see it. You raise your arms against your chest as Leon holds you.

"Ready? 1,2..."

When Leon raises you from the floor, you immediately bite into the two pieces, the cracking noise louder than you predicted. Leon is startled, but he doesn't drop you into the floor like most of the people in the videos you watched. His agent instincts kick in, and he gently puts your feet on the floor, watching as you hunch over, your hands in your lower back, pretending Leon broke your back.

"Ow."

"What happened?! Honey, are you okay?!" You almost feel bad for the panic and urgency in his voice as you massage the area, shaking your head. With his puppy eyes hopelessly staring at you, you don't know if you should laugh or feel bad. Probably both.

"Here, let me help you. Put all your weight on me." Leon helps you, passing your right arm around his shoulder. You hide your face in his shoulder as you hold back a laugh. He sounds so worried, so upset he hurt you even on accident, and there you are, wanting to laugh like an idiot. "I am so sorry about this."

"Leon, I am fine, I am fine." You can't control yourself anymore and finally admit, half laughing, half worried that Leon would take you to the hospital.

"Wait. You aren't hurt?"

"No. It is just a prank. My back is fine."

Leon's face is full of relief. He sighs, rubbing your back once more to ensure you are really okay, then shakes his head.

"You almost killed me! I could have died of a heart attack!"

"Sorry?"

"It is fine. No more pranks that involve you getting hurt, okay?" Leon sounds serious, so you quickly nod. "Just easy pranks should be fine."

"Yes, sir."

That's when your eyes lay on the most crucial piece of this stunt.

"Oh shit."

"What is it?"

"Please, don't kill me."

"What is it, honey?"

"I forgot to set up the phone to record."

[dusty-daydreams]

Hi! Fic Anon again! I just love your take on Anthony and Eloise, before finding your blog I hardly thought of their dynamic but now that's all I think about lol. I like how alike yet different they are ☺

I am excited for the s2 part of your fic because it's Anthony's season so that will be interesting ☺ and Kate is one of my favourites.

I am sorry for saying it again and i know i might sound like a broken record but i am so tired of people saying Eloise is trying to be a pick me Or not like other girls. What if she just genuine isn't interested in those stuff? What if she has other interest and the reason she opposes it so violently is because she is scared and tired of people telling her that that's her duty? What if she is scared of having her autonomy stripped away? I am tired of people ignoring the nuances of it. I am on Eloise's side, always.

Have a nice day!

Hi Fic Anon!!

Sorry and You are Welcome for the Eloise & Anthony brain worms hahaha

If it helps I think another thing they have in common is their relationship to their mother.

Unlike Daphne and Colin, who are close to their mother (in part because they are all that they are supposed to be), and Francesca and Benedict who seem to have neutral positive relationships to their mother, probably by virtue of pursuing pastimes that are very suitable with a bit too much passion. Anthony and Eloise have semi-antagonistic relationships with their mother.

Violet seems to love them both, but is unable to truly connect to them, because they don’t behave in ways that they should (or rather in ways that make sense to her).

Eloise is hyper aware of the ways in which she rebels against society is a disappointment to her mother, and while that upsets her, she cannot bring herself to be a Daphne just to please her mother.

Violet is aware of how much she doesn’t connect to Eloise and how all her attempts to connect make it worse.

All that is left is an awkwardness and a sourness that the love cannot overcome.

Similarly Anthony and Violet have a love filled but deeply antagonistic relationship.

Anthony’s huge trauma is the way in which his mother’s depression left him a single father of seven at nineteen.

So Anthony likely feels a level of resentment towards his mother, justified or not.

Then we get season 1 where Violet is consistently on his case about not being a Lord correctly, and then season 2 where she is consistently trying to encourage (manipulate?) him into a love match because that is what she wants for each of her kids.

On Anthony’s side this won’t have helped his negative relationship with his mother who doesn’t listen to him or respect him in his position.

On Violet’s side Anthony, as a Lord, is not acting and living and marrying how he is supposed upsetting and discomforting her.

Im excited that you are excited for the Drive Slower sequel, I still don’t know when it will be ready to post, but hopefully by the end of the year at the latest!

Don’t worry about being an Eloise Stan in my inbox! That’s practically what my inbox is for (at least in terms of the Bridgerton fandom)

Frankly I think part of the problem is term slippage.

A Pick Me and A Not Like Other Girls are two different but similar types of women.

A Pick Me - at least if you use it in it’s terminology and not as a disparagement of any women that doesn’t correctly perform femininity and heterosexuality, is a woman that disparages other women in order to be the chosen woman to men. This can include “Not Like Other Girls” behaviours like disdaining activities and interests that have been designated girls and women’s interests.

A not like other girls is a woman who is proud of the way her interests (pretend or otherwise) are not traditional women’s interests, brags about and disparages other women because of it.

These terms have slipped into terms used to disparage women that don’t perform their femininity and female solidarity in the way that the woman insulting them approves of

(Here is a twisty thought - who is the real girls girl, the woman with ‘masculine’ interests who doesn’t disparage women, or the hyperfeminine woman who disparages other women as Pick Me’s)

Eloise doesn’t disparage women. Eloise loves other women, she just resents the fact society places such horrific limits on them and their interests until the only thing women talk about is men and marriage

[steelycunt]

ridi im sorry i need to rant and i think youll get it 😭 like not to be a bitch but this fandom kinda going off the rails and annoying the shit out of me https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRbYASpf/ everybody in the comments unironically loving it,,, i mean wtvr ship who you want but its kinda getting delusional like ppl are just operating on thin air and pretty fancasts atp and i do Not understand or emotionally connect with any of it. at least w wolfstar theres so much material and foundation to explore but what is all the rest of this?? just hot celebrity fancasts and crack. to be fair part of me respects taking a terfs canon material and making everybody gay but the way it seems to be so oversaturating fics and the fandom that characters dont even feel like their original selves .. atp its all just surface level OCs

hello! yes! i'll be honest talking about things like this always make me a little nervous, and i feel obligated to preface anything i say with a disclaimer that none of it really matters, nothing i say matters, and you should do what you like, because--who cares. i am not an authority on--anything, frankly. my opinion holds no more weight than the next guy's, and all i'm doing here is giving it, so. essentially what im saying is--people are perfectly entitled to disagree with me, but people are not entitled to be mean to me about it xx

having said that. it is my personal opinion that s x barty is one of the worst fucking things i have ever heard lol. who even is barty who is that guy. why would s be interested in him at all. i do not understand it it does not make sense to me. from where are we sourcing the character traits and personality that we are giving barty that would ever endear sirius to him, because it objectively cannot be canon.

overall i do not get the new interest in barty + evan + pandora (+ regulus, but we won't go there)...at all, other than guessing that people were bored with the marauders and wanted a new version of them (and new celebrities to fancast) while simultaneously changing next to nothing about them other than superimposing them onto the first slytherin side characters they could rustle up. i expect ive become a bit of a broken record in regards to my dislike of the popular meow-meow-ification + complete absolution of regulus as a character in order to make him a loveable oc (just as i think erasing all the negative traits that r/s have in order to make them more likeable is just as boring), and all of that applies to those other guys as well (with the slight difference that they are, somehow, even less interesting and significant than regulus in canon), so i won't get into that too much. but i think what you say about having no emotional connection to any of it is exactly right lol--it is a sort of shift? i guess? in the fandom that is simply of no interest to me. they are characters that i just have no emotional investment in and admittedly struggle a little to understand why other people do. i am emotionally invested in, like, five characters overall (and even out of those--there's only two i'm really here for innit xx) and i personally cannot extend that investment to a creepy little side character who is mentioned maybe twice in the entire series.

and that is okay! i do not need to understand it. i don't want to say it annoys me because honestly--i don't go there, its nothing to do with me. if i dont like it i just wont interact with it, and the fact that it doesn't interest me has no bearing on what other people are into or want to do, and i couldn't give less of a shit what people do with the canon material, which is largely garbage anyway. take the bits you want from it, play around with those and ignore the rest. in that respect we are all doing exactly the same thing. but yeah i think s x barty is genuinely awful lol. hate it. very terrible. he's already got a loser werewolf boyfriend and he loves him so so much. leave him alone.

[sonnetsficofcringe]

Awoken

Chapter 2 desperate worry

Wally’s pov

Summary: Wally wakes up in the studio, time has seemed to pass without him. And his friends.

T/W’s :panic attacks and little bit of angst wally cries

Im on mobile so the wording will look weird. Sorry for your eyes! Also i do not proof read, i publish late at night, anywho lets start.

BOOM CRACK

Wally hits the bottom of the desk he was under, the loud sound of thunder jolts him out of his coma like state. Trying to climb out from under the desk His eyes adjust to the dark and a gasp leaves him.

“Oh no…”

What he saw wracked his innocent mind, His friends scattered around the broken down recording studio.’did the do it?’ wally thought to himself.‘Did they really cancel us?’

He scans the room making sure his friends are not missing any limbs. No one was, thank the heaven, just looking worn and dusty. He let out a calmed sigh. “Oh thank the stars…now let me jus-“ he was cut off with a thud. Now facing the floor wally looked back and failed to notice something about himself. He fell speechless.

His shin is missing, everything below the knee.

Trying to scream his voice is caught in his throat, where was his leg? Why was it gone? Why!? Oh… his leg was caught inside the floorboards and he ripped his shin out by the seams when attempting to walk. He gets back up with the help of a broken board and took hobbled hops towards each of his friends. Shaking each one and giving gentle but firm nudges, he realized with no one to care for and maintain them, they went back to “sleep”

“yes sleep! Thats what they’re doing! Maybe home can-“

Wally was cut off again but this time instead of shock, it was from fear. He didn’t see home when he checked everyone else. The 9th neighbour was reverted to nothing but a door, window, roof and the left overs of home’s base. Home’s remaining eye no longer conveyed any sort of life, broken windows taking their place.

The producers took home apart thinking it was the reason for the puppets being more lively, but Wally knew better. Wally always was told from his creator that it was love. The love from the studio workers, the love from the children and the love of their creator that made them live. Home only kept them safe, but not alive.

The creator knew this.

Wally knew this.

But they never asked.

Wally huffs an angry whimper and begins to hobble toward the only exit of the recording studio. Using his one tippy toe he barly reaches the door knob and begins to turn it, locked?

(Cue to other side of door being blocked by a broom)

He stares at the door in shock, then begins to desperately try and turn the door knob, panic setting in with the realization that no one knows they’re here. No on is going to come looking. Wally eyes start to blur and though he has no lungs he can feel his breathing take a faster pace almost choking him. Eyes start to well as he scratches the door while sobbing “NO! nonononono- oh no. Please no. Not again I don’t wanna be alone, not again……”

He crumbles to the ground and curls himself into a ball, silently sobbing till he falls into a dreamless sleep.

Like he did for so many years before.

Oof that ending, I promise you find him in the next chapter tho. I will try not to make him cry anymore maybe.

what Wally saw when he woke up. If you look by Barnaby you can notice what’s left of home

[makowo]

Stares at you. Kamuegi for the ship bingo pls <3

i forgot i was doing a ship bingo. just woke up and am too sleepy to bother with the picture. you know that i already LOVE this ship so im gonna take this chance to spitball about them.

honestly, on one hand, I Get Why They Aren't Popular. they're two characters that interact only once onscreen, and that's a sunlit scene in the destroyed classroom of HPA where they share only a reproachful look, and otherwise we can only guess at how much they've spoken. they dont even seem to have much to say about each other in canon, which is a VERY hard phrase for me to write out, because it's so clear to me that they would have so fucking much to say about each other.

they have so fucking much going on between them though, yeah? like they're literally narrative parallels to each other, the artificial hope and the natural hope. izuru is a glimpse of what makoto could have ended up as, had he not had a loving family and a rigid optimism. izuru is also a glimpse of what hope is to different people, and how hope could harm others as much as despair could.

izuru takes an interest in makoto for his direct contrast to junko, and his standing as Hope in this conflict. and it's gotta be interesting, because while junko was a loud and bombastic person, confident in her ability to use others as her plaything for the sake of fueling her obsession with despair, makoto is... not that. he's willing to stand up for himself when he's faced with the need, but for the most part, he's a doormat. he has such an intense desire to help others that he doesn't care what harm comes to him, and he's so stuck on the idea that everyone is worth saving that he even grieved for junko. makoto should be a pathetic nobody, someone that should have died far earlier than their first face-to-face meeting, but he's the face of Hope instead. and he wants to help izuru.

sorry they drive me insane. makoto is determined to help someone that no one thinks is worth helping, a seemingly emotionless, untouchable murderer that exists only to watch everyone trip over themselves trying to do anything to him. but makoto wants to help him and see him for the person he is, even with the knowledge that he helped spark the flame that caused The Tragedy.

i sound like a broken record here but i hope someone understands. they're total opposites but they connect through it, and are pretty much the only people that could stand each other in a relationship, based on izuru's ease of losing interest in others and makoto's resilience to the amount of shit he can take from people.

that's all i have to say about their earth-shattering homosexual relationship. think about them more okay?

[lovedeathalice]

no you're so right because i discovered fanfics early this year so i had a wide range of eren stuff i could read. ive either lost those saved fics (deactivated my old account) or the writers are no longer active ;((

all im left with now is stoner/fuckboy college eren, cheating eren or the same smut scene copy and pasted like 10 times in 10 line drabbles smh. atp i dont even read for eren anymore, im starting to migrate to other fandoms bc aot fanfics are so boring now... i wish people were more original (sorry) with their fics instead of doing the same stuff every time. like i watched aot bc the canon universe was completely different from real life. im not here to see eren in college when i literally go there every week

also is it just me or are fics with plots or atleast context (which is pretty rare now) wayyy better than just pure smut fanfics? i cant get interested in reading a fic if its entirely just gross moans and nasty ass nicknames being repeated like a broken record while they fuck in doggy style😭 i feel like ts lacks imagination and its so hard for me to enjoy fics like that

Ok I'm not gonna lie, I always absolutely LOVE whatever trope ends up becoming cliche or the main go to trope for a popular character😭

For example when I was into Ellie Williams & Eren, I could NEVER get enough of those college dealer fics where they would hit on reader & shit. And right now those Feyd-Rautha fics where reader is always an Atreides princess promised to the Harkonnens... like every character has that one trope that becomes their main it trope and I LOVE it, it's so good like IDC abt the tropes being different.

BUT with that being said, I totally get what you're saying. Those tropes aren't being put to good use, which is what makes them tired & boring.

Like you said, it's always smut repeated over and over again with the nasty weird nicknames the character would never say💀

Like I am SICK of reading 103829229 different variations of "oh fuck yeah babygirl princess let daddy fuck that tight wet pussy" like YUCKKKKK those fics seem to be universally copy & pasted for every popular character ever and it's so LAME.

Like don't get me wrong I love good hot smut scenes, but when that's all it is it's so lame😭 Like please give me some more shit to imagine!!

Unfortunately tho at this point the Eren fandom is very much dead, so I don't bother looking for fics with him in it anymore.

I wish I had the creativity and talent to write all the stories I've wanted to read for all the characters I've liked, but the fandoms are so dead now and for some reason readers don't engage with fics like they used to, thus killing off motivation for anyone starting to write.

Anyways you're so right, anon. Hopefully we find the fics we like and not just pointless smut🙏🏼

[artficlly]

face the music (chapter 2)

Music College Marvel AU - Chapter 2

!frat!musician!bucky x !frat!musician!steve x !musician!femreader

Warnings: angst, violence, mentions choking, alcohol, smoking, swearing, implications of previous abuse, ptsd, panic attack, victim blaming

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: this is kinda heavier than expected lol. hopefully more fluffy stuff to come bc im so hype for soft bucky n steve <3 not proof read

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You should’ve known the moment that people whipped out their phones to record the fight that this would happen. 

You nervously pick at your nails, bouncing your knee as you sit outside Stark’s office. Silently cursing, you can only hope that you don’t lose your scholarship over this. Being called to the Head of the College’s office wasn’t promising though. To your side, you hear Steve huff, he seems more inconvenienced than anxious, while Bucky hasn’t stopped staring at you since you arrived. He obviously had something to say to you, but you had completely blanked him and diverted all your interest into nervously fidgeting. You’re not even sure why they were here, you could only guess it was because they had been the ones to split up the fight.

Bucky had told you to stay put last night and you had completely ignored him. After making a short call to Thor to come pick Loki up and take him to a hospital, you had ditched the party. It probably hadn’t been the best idea walking home alone sobbing, but in that moment you had needed to be alone. Loki was fine - thankfully - he would have to stay a few nights at the hospital to be monitored due to the hefty concussion he had received. You had woken up to a hundred concerned texts and missed calls. You didn’t have the energy to reply to them or to explain. You’d have to bite the bullet when you got to class though, you didn’t know if you’d be able to hold it together when they all crowded you. It was even worse now that you had been called to Stark’s office, making you late to your morning class. Sharon, Yelena and Kate were going to be on you like fucking bloodhounds. 

You jumped as the door to Stark’s office swung open, a disheveled John Walker emerging. He was sporting two black eyes, a broken noise and a split lip. Even if he had beaten the shit out of Loki, it was satisfying to see that Loki had got a few punches in. John eyes you with a look of rage. Not a good sign. All you can do is sink back further into your chair, heart pounding. Maybe it was just the anxiety, the familiarity of the bruises on your skin… but you couldn’t help but think John looked like him. The thought hung in your mind for a moment, you hadn’t thought about him in months.

“Keep going, Walker.” Tony Stark spoke as he waved John off. You could feel John’s glare on you even as you looked away. You were fucked. This was fucked.

“Alright. You three, in,” Stark said, you could hear the tiredness in his tone. Grabbing your bag, you stood, hugging it to your chest like it could protect you from what was to come. Expulsion? Your scholarship being revoked? 

“Mr. Stark, Sir. I don’t understand why Bucky and I are here-” Steve started only to be cut off. 

“Just get in the office, Rogers.” 

“Right. Sorry.” Steve replied sheepishly with a huff as you slumped down into one of the office chairs. Steve only arched an eyebrow at you, thoroughly unimpressed. He was probably blaming you for being dragged into this drama. You couldn’t help but notice how his eyes lingered on your bruised throat. You swallowed hard, pulling your sweater to cover it.

“You all know why you’re here, you’re not in trouble… I just need some, uh, clarity on this situation,” Stark spoke as he leaned back into his own chair. He looked like a fucking mob boss leaning back in his leather chair, dark polished wood desk separating the three of you from him. A cigar was still smoking in an overflowing ashtray, a half-drunk glass of whiskey to his side. Who could drink hard liquor this early in the morning? God. 

“Clarity on what, exactly?” Bucky spoke up for you, drumming his fingers on the arm of the seat he was seated in. You didn’t dare catch his eye, instead staring at your feet as your knee bounced nervously. The whole weekend you hadn’t been able to get his touch out of your brain. The way he wet his lips before speaking, the concern in his expression. The nickname? Siren. What was that supposed to mean, how were you supposed to interpret that? 

“I don’t know, Jesus. Just run through what happened from the beginning. I just need a statement from your perspective so I can move this along.” Stark wasn’t the best at being, well, a leader. A responsible one at least. He was a rockstar turned college head after his father’s death. He was only doing this meeting for reputation sake.

You felt all three eyes fall on you as you chewed the inside of your cheek. It was your story to tell, but you couldn’t help but feel afraid. Like this was a terrible, awful idea. Last time you had tried to get help… against him… they hadn’t believed you. Why would they believe you now? Group A hated your fucking guts, getting you kicked out would benefit them. Oh god, you were going to have to drop out with the way this was going. 

Exhaling sharply, you calm yourself. You just needed to speak, get your side clear. You could face the aftermath later. 

“I was in the kitchen, and uhm, John he pushed me against the island. He was really mad about the Annual Showing or something. He was so drunk I couldn’t really… understand what he was saying.” You start, voice wavering a bit in places as you contemplate your wording. All your brain was screaming was that this was a mistake. They wouldn’t believe you. A small part of you was silently glad that Bucky and Steve were there, that maybe they might back you up.

“What did he say? About the Annual showing?” Stark asked. Your gaze fell to your fingers as you fidgeted. Fuck. You really didn’t want to go over this - relive this. You could feel panic rising, but all you could do was clear your throat and keep pushing through. 

“Just that we - Group B - that we cheated. He thought we cheated, and that's why we won.”

“Cheated how?” Stark asked. You could practically feel Bucky and Steve tensing at that question. Had they overheard what John had implied? You couldn’t help but wonder if they knew because Group A were the ones spreading those rumors. You could imagine Natasha painting her nails, ranting and raving about how you ‘fucked your way’ into the school and to victory.

“Just… I don’t know. He was freaking out. He grabbed my throat, and I tried to fight back, to get free but I-” You voices cracks as heat rushes to your face. You willed yourself not to cry. You really didn’t want to fall apart right in front of them, you wanted to be strong. You had been strong before, you could do it again. You could do this. 

“That’s when Laufeyson punched John. To get him off Y/N.” Bucky cut in, catching your obvious distress. You hold back tears as you clear your throat again. Don’t cry. Don’t fucking cry. 

“I don’t understand how it got to that? Did you say something? Provoke him into grabbing you like that?” Stark asks innocently, but you feel the entire world tilt. You’re stunned into silence, you don’t even notice the way both Bucky and Steve both tense up. An uneasiness grows into a feeling of sickness in your stomach. Provoke him? He was really going to suggest that you had asked for that? That there was something you could’ve done that warranted violence against you? The entire world spins, you have to grab the arm of the chair to steady yourself as you suck in a breath. Provoke him? How could Stark… 

“Excuse me, what?” Steve asks, jaw muscles tight as he assesses Stark with a look of rage. You can’t even process him coming to your defense, you can’t even process the way Bucky looks at you with an expression of concern and horror. You feel as if you might keel over at any moment. Bile rises in your throat, your clothes suddenly feeling two sizes too small. Your hand flies to your neck, pulling the fabric away. You were choking, suffocating. Everything was too close, too loud. It was like him all over again, it was like the police officers who regarded you as just another hysterical woman. You watch as Stark runs a hand over his face with a sigh of exasperation. 

“I’m just- shit that came out wrong. I just don’t understand why he started choking you?” 

"I don't know, maybe because Walker is fucking insane?" Bucky cut in.

You can’t take this, you’re going to throw up, you’re going to scream, sob, anything to let the pain out. All you can hear is him, his fucking voice. ‘Even if you told anyone, do you really think anyone would believe you?’. You can feel his fist, you can see yourself sobbing in the mirror, black bruising across your skin. Before you can even really process it, you’re on your feet and rushing towards the door. Your body doesn’t feel like your own, you’re on autopilot and your instincts say run. You can’t do this, you can’t be here right now. You’re trapped in a fucking memory, one that you had long buried. 

“Jesus, Y/N-” Stark calls after you, but you’ve burst out of the office into the hall. You can hear the rustle of clothes as Bucky tries to follow you.

“Leave her be, Buck.” You hear Steve say softly, pulling Bucky away from following you down the hall. You barely make it to the nearest bathroom before you empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet. 

*

As you had expected, your class had practically swarmed you the moment you entered. Thankful for the cold weather, you had managed to hide most of your bruised neck behind your sweater. After a few moments, everyone got the message pretty quickly that you wanted to be left alone. 

Your dread only grew though, when your professor, Mr. Banner, announced that there was to be a quick meeting. After the incident over the weekend, Banner and Stark wanted to clear the air between Group A and Group B. Your class was practically guarding you like a pack of dogs, glaring at anyone who even dared breathe in your direction. 

Bucky and Steve seemed deep in some conversation with Scott, Clint and Sam. Scott kept glancing your way, worried, you couldn’t find the energy to engage with it. The sound of Clint rattling his drumsticks against a plastic chair was giving you a headache. You had spent about half an hour with your head in the toilet, before you had dragged yourself to class. Numbness had swept over your body, the panic from earlier replaced with a silent acceptance that you were fucked. John hadn’t come to the meeting, Sharon had muttered to you that he had been banned from campus until the situation was dealt with. 

Half curled up in your chair, you rest your chin on your knees as you hug them to your chest. You just wanted today to all be over, to get a break from this place. You still needed to visit Loki in hospital, you had been too upset over the weekend to deal with it. Jane and Thor had done most of the visiting and occasionally checking in on you. You had spent most of the weekend laying into your piano, trying to relieve the stress and upset that had gathered.

“Right, so guys. After, well, recent events-” Banner starts, you roll your eyes. You hated the way everyone danced around the subject. You didn’t know if it was worse referring to it as the ‘incident’ or just putting it plainly. ‘That time when John attempted to choke Y/N to death in a frat house kitchen’. Yeah, maybe that was long. And a fucking undignified death. You didn’t know if you felt angry, sad or afraid anymore. There were too many emotions and thoughts rushing through your head. 

“We want to - well - bring back that family spirit. There’s always been a bit of competition between the two groups, but you guys are supposed to be a family, right? Like we’ve probably encouraged the competition a bit too much-” Banner continues, only for Stark to cut him off. 

“We’re canceling the duet assignment. Instead, we want you guys to do a group project. We don’t care how many are in your group, or if you guys split into pairs. What we want is for the two groups to collaborate. So if there's a group of B’s, you need at least one A in your group and vice-versa. Got it?” A collective groan follows Stark’s words, Clint purposely slumping and falling out of his chair. Scott picks up Clint’s drumsticks and starts drumming on his head as he groans in annoyance.

“Come on guys! It’ll be fun!” Stark says, throwing his hands up. You can only exhale in annoyance, turning your head to stare thoughtlessly at the wall. You ignore the chatter as people excitedly or begrudgingly make plans. You could only wonder if this plan would end in bloodshed, the idea of Group A & B actually getting along was a foreign one. 

“You have two weeks to come up with a cover, or… original. Up to you, just present something!” Banner shouts over the chatter. As if afraid of the wave to come, Stark and Banner quickly abandon the room to leave the group to the organization. 

With a huff, you close your eyes. Head resting sideways on your knees as you try to zone out the conversation. You know that you’d have to eventually uncurl yourself and find yourself a group or a partner. Maybe you could snipe Scott, he was always relaxed and they could just smoke and procrastinate until the night before. You drum your fingers across your thigh at the thought, you could get Sharon in on it too. That would cause the least amount of drama, maybe you could get Peter-

“What do you think, Y/N?” Sharon chirps in your ear, interrupting your thoughts. 

“Huh?” You mumble, looking over to her where she regards you with a look of concern. You were getting a bit tired of those, you’d rather be invisible than pitied at that exact moment. 

“We were saying that later today, we could each do a group or solo performance for both groups. That way everyone knows each other's skills, so if a group has something specific in mind they can go off that? It might be easier than arguing over who is going where.” 

“Sure,” you reply with a sigh, beginning to unfurl yourself from the chair. Didn’t sound like you had much of a choice. “After lunch?” 

“Yup! The others were talking about doing that acoustic cover from our assignment awhile ago? You played the piano, but I’m sure you could do that and vocals-”

“You’re not doing vocals?” You question, cutting her off while reluctantly stretching out your legs.

“I mean, I wanted to do a solo. But if you want to do a solo it’s no biggy. It's about time you got a chance to show off-”

“No. It’s fine. I’ll do the group thing, or whatever.” You reply with a sigh, rubbing your face. Sharon gives a big smile, reaching over to pat your arm. This felt like walking on eggshells. 

“Just take it easy, if it gets too much or anything-” You cut her off.

“It’s fine, really Sharon. I’m just tired. I’ll have a coffee.”

“Okay.” Sharon replies, dropping the topic. In her eyes you can see that she is more concerned than she is letting on. 

CHAPTER 3

[what-if-nct]

hellooo today's reminder is I slept for over twelve hours and therefore have had the perfect Sunday, how was your weekend?

Hiii, that is seriously the most perfect Sunday, there is nothing better than sleeping most of the day. That's what Sunday is for. I also took a nap today. Had a weird dream I cant remember. Speaking of dreams I had a dream me and the guy I'm seeing went to Italy or France it felt like both. And we were walking around and there was a movie being filmed in the street and we stood to watch before continuing to walk around and we got to our hotel room and the balcony door was open and it was windy. And we laid toward the bottom of the of the bed with our feet at the head board both facing the balcony while he was holding me from behind. Crazy thing is I sleep away from my headboard and I told him about the dream and he told me that he also sleeps away from the head board.

But you know and I'm gonna sound like a broken record here but most of the weekend we've just been talking on the phone for hours at night and it's really nice and we have plans to hangout and I know I bring him up alot but when I say this is my only good experience with a man I genuinely mean that and I'm just a little excited cause I've never experienced anything so nice and sweet I'm sorry. But of course this morning I woke to an abundant amount of messages, missed calls and pictures from if you remember the boy who looks like Doyoung.

He messaged me from an account I didn't block and he said it was his birthday yesterday and he wanted me to do things with him. I told him I can't talk to him, what he did destroyed my trust and Im seeing someone then I went to sleep. And woke up to just all of that he was literally begging me and called back to back and I'm kinda scared cause I don't think he should have my address anymore but also now that I think about it I don't know and he just seemed so disparate and sadly there is a part of me that feels bad for him but why can't guys just accept no as an answer and he's been trying to message me all day hence the nap but I'm afraid to just block him out of nowhere without trying to defuse the situation cause I don't want to possibly anger him cause he does live near me like it took him five minutes to get to my house before.

I don't know. I'm not sure if I should tell the guy I'm seeing cause I can't quite tell my best friend who told me I'm not allowed to tell her bad things that happened to me. It's totally valid dont worry I told her I passed out the night before the Doja Cat concert cause I didn't eat all day and she got mad at me and only wants to hear good news from me and I'm just so lost and scared and I don't know what to do. I'm sorry this took a turn but I was so happy for a long time and today just kinda hit me hard.

[nastybuckybarnes]

Hey Beautiful, how've you been? If it's okay here's a few of my thoughts on your tedtalk. Sorry it's a bit long.

1: I started this blog when I was in high school, and for so many years it was my escape and my safe space. And I feel like I've been gone for so long that idk if its that anymore.

Try it out Babe and get a feel for things. Hopefully you still find some joy here cause personally speaking we all need somewhere and something to just chill out and fantasize and dropping that without exploring the possibility of it still existing seems like such a shame.

2: I have stuff written and I have ideas but im just worried that I'm old news lol and I know, I know 'write what you want' but to an extent, I also want to write stuff that people enjoy.

Old news? Please. That could never happen Lex. As for wanting to write what people enjoy. I know I sound like a broken record, but I still remember the excitement I felt the first time I discovered your Madness series. I still smile when I think of you and that little tale of yours opened up this whole fanfic adventure for me and the beneficial results have been unbelievable. You did that and it hasn't stopped with fanfic. As you said in your birthday reply, this wild adventure has even spilled into original works and not just yours. You did that.

You have the talent. Let it shine and those that find your work will hopefully appreciate all you have to offer.

3: If I were to come back, I think I would make some changes and I would start writing for new fandoms as well.

Now the first part of this. I'm sure you've heard the old saying 'a change is as good as a rest.' Go for it Lex. It could be exciting. Now as for other fandoms. What can I say except, who are you planning on ruining us with now? Why can't a writer have multiple fandoms? I too seem comfortable in the Marvel fandom, yet I have an Andy Barber fic that just seems to be wildly popular. It often reminds me of an inflatable clown that pops up, disappears for a while and then up again when someone else finds it. Like I said earlier, you've got talent. Do your thing.

Either way Lex, whether you remain here or go solely down the original route, just remember there are those of us who will always be interested in reading what you write. As long as we're made aware of it😂

You are a gem. I feel so overwhelmed with love and support and I cannot put into words how much I appreciate you❤️

I think I'm gonna give it a go! Gonna spend a decent part of the day editing my account to make it more reader-friendly and then who knows, maybe I'll actually post one of my dozens of drafts tonight.

Baby steps, but I think I may get back into the swing of things for real now💘

[burningcomputerpersona]

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💌💜

Ahh thanks for the ask!! This one's from my easycore playlist and I hope y'all like it! I've also included my favorite lyrics for each song bc why not lol

and now it feels like we just can't stop anymore even if we tried

we're not changing the world, we're making it right

whatever you want in this only life, can we just be proud tonight

let me hope now, let me start again, take it away, forget my name

over again, this is how it goes, every story's made before it's told

sad enough to say that alone i could barely light a match, but together we can burn this place down

sorry about the mess but when we team up, team up, we always seem to bring this place to the ground

ive seen the best and worst of you, but we're sticking through

because without all of the ups and downs we've been through

you know that it's true that i could really be sick and tired of you

ive been asleep at the wheel for the past three years and it's too late to wake up

i never thought id live to see my best laid plans crumble right in front of me

is it my destiny to fail, ive been at this for years and to no avail

the universe has spoken and it won't rest til my spirit's broken

so here's to all the years ive wasted, i never thought i could become this jaded

sometimes the people we admire aren't always who they seem to be

they hide behind a facade of smoke and mirrors with broken smiles and yellow teeth

and only a monster would think to use a second chance as a weapon, there's no excuse

i fear my world is under water, and i. can't. breathe.

i fear my world is under water, my fears consuming me

drift away to a place thats not so harrowing

to the back plate of my mind, digging up what's left to find

with the bar set way too high for me, im bound to sink uncomfortably

im tongue tied inside with a little bit of lust mixed in to mold myself this solitude

i live in pretend like im never gonna need a friend again, ill keep myself intact