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eeveedel · 4 years ago

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chubby actor louis (pt 2)

What up SINNERS. So sorry I missed last week, I hope you still enjoy this lil baby that’s a coutinuation of my very questionable and self indulgent new series. I’m hoping to do at least two more installments a little later.

please note this fic deal with weight gain kink/fetish. it is heavy on food and weight talk. if any of that content bothers or triggers you, this will not be the story for you. also contains some sexual content!

very unedited bc words are fake anyways.

part 1 here

“Do I have to? This is the worst part.”

Louis was standing in the bathroom in just his briefs, Harry standing patiently next to him. And while he had taken his clothes off in front of Harry countless times, including when he started this whole thing, he somehow felt more naked now. He was acutely aware of his body, how his belly was doughy and swelled forward, how his legs had softened, and how his ass had grown, making his underwear tight. And he was just getting started.

“Come on, love, hop on,” Harry said gently, “I just wanna see where we’re starting, that’s all.”

One of the first things Harry had requested when he agreed to help Louis was that they were going to start weighing Louis every two days, rather than at the end of every week like Louis had been doing. He said it was important to keep track of this kind of thing so they could set goals for every day, and while Louis knew he had a point, he hated doing it in front of Harry. It was one thing to see the numbers rise on his own, but to do it in front of his boyfriend felt too personal and a little embarrassing. He wasn’t sure if Harry being into it made the situation better or worse.

Louis sighed and finally stepped onto the scale. He tried to relax his posture, letting his spine slouch a little and his arms swing loosely, like it would make a difference. The machine under his feet worked quickly, the display only blinking for a few seconds before it settled on one number.

“163,” Harry read out.

“Yes, I can read,” Louis said.

Harry laughed weakly, and out of the corner of his eye Louis saw him getting his phone out. He was opening his notes app, typing something in.

“So, by shooting time, you need to be at 178,” Harry said, “We can do that.”

Louis’s stomach fluttered a bit at “we,” the sign of Harry’s unquestioning presence on this weird project.

Harry had been around for plenty of Louis’s odd roles. He had helped Louis memorize a fake sci fi language for an outer space thriller, taken him to the air and space museum for hours while Louis took notes prepping to play an astronaut. and once had indulged Louis in a month of candlelit rooms and no Internet while he got ready for a drama set in Amish country. Harry had proved time and time again he was willing to help with whatever Louis’s very weird job required. But this felt different. Not least of all because Harry had never exactly been turned on by Louis’s role prep before.

“You can step off, baby,” Harry said gently.

Louis blinked, realizing he must have been there for away, and then stepped off the scale, watching it go back down to zero.

He stared at it for a long moment, and then felt Harry’s hand on his shoulder, giving him a squeeze.

“I can put lunch on,” Harry said, “Would that be okay? To eat something right now?”

Louis looked down at his stomach and put a cautious hand on it, squeezing the softness underneath his skin.

“I mean,” he said, “I guess we have to get there at some point.”

Louis really wished he had taken Harry up on his offer to cook for him earlier.

He was well aware Harry was an amazing cook – he made roasted vegetables and salmon three days a week taste incredible – but it was so different to see Harry cooking when he was not prohibited by a strict diet code.

New kitchen contraptions started appearing at their first door in express shipping packages – a breakfast maker, waffle makers, a panini press, an air fryer and then an actual deep fryer. Harry always told Louis to not worry about planning anything, he would take care of it, and Louis could just tell if he was craving anything. Louis was grateful for the relief – he had to memorize his lines by the end of the month and was already had enough to think about.

So he sat at the couch, or at his office upstairs, and Harry’s new creations kept arriving in front of him. Full English breakfasts with fried eggs and gravy-soaked sausages, mashed potatoes swimming in a small sea of butter, bacon and four-cheese grilled cheeses, mint chocolate chip milkshakes with chocolate and caramel syrup drizzled over a little hill of whipped cream. Harry presented each of them with a smile and a kiss to the top of Louis’s head or his cheek, and gave Louis the most brilliant grin when Louis brought down his empty dishes an hour later.

“Did you like it?” he asked, and would nod eagerly as Louis offered his thoughts.

Long lists of new recipes appeared on their fridge door, and Louis woke up a lot of days to see a slice of cheesecake wrapped in plastic in their fridge, or some waffle cut fries in tin foil, with a note on it telling him to eat it whenever he felt hungry.

And Louis did. It made him happy to eat Harry’s food, to see him smile, and also, it was just damn delicious.

By the end of his first week of Harry feeding him, he had gained another three pounds, something that made Harry grin and reward Louis with a plate of nachos, covered in melted cheddar and mozzarella, crumbled beef, and salsa.

“We still have awhile to go,” Louis said, squinting at Harry as he brought another cheese-soaked chip to his mouth, “Don’t be too proud of yourself.”

Harry sat across from him at the counter and he just smiled again, his eyes flicking between the plate in front of Louis and his mouth.

“I think we can manage,” Harry said, “I’ll provide the food, you just put in the effort.”

“I am putting in effort, you dick,” Louis huffed, picking up another chip. He took extra care to dare it through a pool of cheese at the edge of the plate, “You think I’m not?”

Harry shrugged, and Louis recognized the little glint behind his eyes. He was angling for Louis’s competitive side, and fuck if he wasn’t doing a good job of it.

Louis picked up two chips, once again trying to drag them in the toppings so he had as much as possible balanced on them before he shoved them into his mouth.

“Don’t choke,” Harry said mildly.

“Don’t be an ass and just get me some soda,” Louis huffed.

Harry smiled and went to their fridge, getting out a two-liter of Coke. Regular-ass, non-diet Coke. He didn’t even pour it into a glass. Louis just unscrewed the top and sipped.

“I’m going to finish this,” Louis said firmly, “Just so you know.”

“Okay,” Harry said, and his mouth twitched at the corner.

Louis put his head down and focused on putting chips and cheese into his mouth. It was greasy as hell, and salty, and he felt his head going a little fuzzy from the combination of all of it alongside the liquid sugar he had already sucked down.

He kept eating until his fingers were shiny and his slick felt slick with grease, and he reached down to move the elastic of his sweatpants under the curve of his belly, giving it more room.

“You okay?” Harry said, and Louis thought he detected interest in his voice.

“I’m great,” Louis answered, picking up the soda again. He hiccupped weakly as he swallowed it down.

“These are good,” Louis said as he picked up more food. The chips at the bottom were nearly soaked through in grease, and he eagerly shoved them into his mouth. “You should make these more often.”

“I will,” Harry said. Louis could hear his voice was getting a little thin at the edges.

Louis picked up two more chips, eating them at the same time.

“If you eat all of that I’ll eat you out for half an hour,” Harry blurted out.

Louis arched his brow and put another chip in his mouth.

“I don’t know,” he said slowly, “My belly’s kind of full. I probably can’t lay down flat. You’re going to have to roll me onto my side.”

He rubbed his stomach as he said it, and he felt the grease on his fingers rub off on his shirt as he did.

Harry stared down and then back up, and he folded his arms and leaned forward.

“Louis,” Harry drawled, “Honey. You better eat those fucking nachos or I will lose my mind.”

Louis just smiled in return, and scooped up a chip entirely covered in cheese, taking his time biting into it.

He finished the nachos.

Louis understood that eventually it was going to happen. He knew the consequences of gaining what was now officially twenty-two pounds.

Still, after two weeks of Harry’s cooking, he was not exactly happy when he was trying to put on what used to be his affectionally named “fat jeans” and they couldn’t go over his ass.

He stood in their room, jumping feebly on his toes and tugging, but they wouldn’t go up. The denim hugged too tightly against his thighs, the skin of his legs bulging out just a bit, and the edge of the waistband kept cuffing his ass. It didn’t help his underwear were also a bit tight, and they kept wanting to move inward and get trapped between his cheeks.

“Harry!” he shouted, because what the hell else was he going to do.

Harry arrived in the doorway of their room a few minutes later, and he just stared, his mouth wide.

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah, yeah, oh my god,” Louis huffed, “I swear to god these just fit. But you had to go and put heavy cream in my coffee like a psychopath.”

“You liked it. A lot,” Harry said passively, “So. You want to go to the mall, get some new clothes?”

Louis looked up at him, his eyes wide and his hands still gripped on the useless flaps of his pants.

“You want me to go out in public right now?”

“We’ll go in the back way,” Harry shrugged, “And you can wear sunglasses. And a hat.”

“Oh, brilliant disguise ideas from my fashion designer boyfriend here.”

He ducked his head again and pulled on his jeans again, but it wasn’t doing anything. If anything the edge of the denim was chafing his ass.

“Can’t you just fix these for me? Isn’t letting things out part of your job?” Louis asked, gesturing to his jeans.

“I could,” Harry allowed, “But if you’re going to lose the weight later you’ll want your old clothes.”

“Fuck, you’re right,” Louis said. He yanked his pants off, kicking them hard to get the blasted things off his ankles. Then he huffed angrily, dragging a hand through his hair. “Shit, I just – I really don’t want to go out in public right now, that’s all.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Harry said, “No one is going to recognize you.”

“I’m insulted,” Louis said, “Do you know how famous I am? Do you know how many Teen’s Choice awards are in our spare room?”

“Yes, I know,” Harry chuckled, “But babe…you don’t exactly look like yourself right now.”

Louis frowned, and lifted his head. He shuffled forward to the big mirror on the inside of his closet door and looked up.

And fuck, Harry was right. He didn’t really look like himself. He hadn’t shaved in a while, for one, and his hair was a little longer. But his face was puffy, his cheekbones covered with round cheeks that pushed up, making his eyes look smaller. His thighs were wide and soft, only a little bit of his old muscles visible. When he turned he could see his ass had grown and widened, and while it used to be round and firm from his tireless squat routine, it was just…soft now. And he had a proper belly, not the tiny bit of bloating he used to get sometimes, but a proper one that puffed out and felt heavy on his core.

The man everyone was expecting when Louis went out in public wasn’t here now.

“You’re right,” he sighed, and put his hands on his hips. “Let’s go shopping.”

They went to a mall a little outside of the city limits, which was pretty empty for the time being.

Louis hadn’t been clothes shopping in a while, but luckily Harry was always out and about, picking up new things to cut up and sew back together, so he immediately picked some stores to go to.

They went to a men’s’ clothing shop, and Harry looked through the racks with great focus, picking up some jeans and shirts and slinging them over his arm.

“I’ll get you a few sizes,” Harry said, “Remember, you don’t want them too tight. You need a little room to grow.”

The expression coming from Harry’s mouth made Louis’s face burn, and he just followed his boyfriend wordlessly as he plucked up different garments.

They spent a little too long for Louis’s liking in the dressing room, but it went okay, all things considered. He got a few new pairs of jeans, several new t-shirts, a new flannel shirt and a new sweater. Harry encouraged through all of it, giving him kisses and telling him how well the clothes showed off his curves, but after awhile, Louis grew tired of wriggling in and out of new pants and asked if they could stop. Harry just nodded. whipped out his credit card, and told Louis he would pay for both the clothes and their lunch.

Of course, it went without saying that Harry was also going to pick the location, which was how they ended up in an All-American buffet.

Louis was sitting in a darker, more secluded corner of the dining area, in a sticky fake leather booth. The walls around him were painted with scenes of the wild west, cowboys and horses. He had a huge tumbler of orange soda in front of him, which he kept picking up and sipping at as he waited for Harry to return from picking out his meal. He was admittedly a little hungry, so he was kind of looking forward for whatever Harry was getting him.

What he did expect was Harry nearly skipping back to the table, two plates in his hands and two perfectly balanced on his forearms, all of them loaded down with food.

He set them all down in front of Louis with a smile, and Louis just stared at him, his mouth gaping.

“How – “ Louis sputtered, “How did you even carry all of that?”

“I was a waiter before you met me. You know this,” Harry said, “Now dig in, I’m going to get myself.”

He turned, then, heading back to the lines of food, and Louis took in what Harry had picked for him.

On one plate there was a large cheeseburger, loaded with with several slices of bacon, and a generous serving of crinkle-cut fries. On the next there were ribs soaking in barbeque sauce and a side of mac and cheese, the cheese nearly orange and the pasta covered in golden breadcrumbs. Then there was a big plate of cheesy scrambled eggs and two sausages, and then the last was loaded with three big cinnamon rolls dripping with white icing.

Louis was still staring at it all when Harry came back to the table, carrying a bowl of salad and another bowl full of salad for himself.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked, then his face fell, “Shit, I’m sorry is that too much for you? I’m sorry. I just got excited.”

“No, it’s okay,” Louis said quietly, “Um. Is it okay if I don’t finish all of it? It’s just so much.”

“That’s fine,” Harry said quickly, “I just wanted to get you plenty. Take your time.”

“Okay,” Louis nodded, then smiled, “This really does look so good, thank you.”

Harry gave him another warm look, and that was enough for Louis to get started. He picked up some ribs, holding them delicately, and took some bites. The meat was tender and came apart easily, and the sauce was delicious, sweet and thick. He nodded happily and took more bites, feeling some sauce collect on his lips.

“You’re so cute when you eat,” Harry said across the table, and Louis blushed.

He polished off his ribs, the weight of the food hot and pleasant in his belly. He wiped off his mouth and fingers as best he could, and then picked up a fork and went for the mac and cheese. It was rich, creamy and salty and tasting like sharp cheddar. He ate it embarrassingly fast, the pasta quickly disappearing into his mouth.

“That’s so good,” he said, and picked up his soda to shallow it down. He wasn’t hungry anymore, but he certainly wasn’t full. So he went for the eggs. It was a nice compliment to the mac and cheese, more cheese, more salt, a light, fluffy texture. He ate it in little bites, licking his lips at how salty it was.

“I’m gonna be so bloated after this,” Louis said as he picked up his soda and took a long drink. Harry didn’t say anything, but Louis did notice he had stopped picking up the fork for his salad, instead watching Louis.

The eggs were so good, soft on his tongue, and he felt himself going fuzzy from the salt and the weight in his stomach. Half the plate was still in front of him, and he was definitely getting full now, and he told Harry he didn’t have to finish all of it. He could throw up a white flag right now.

But the rest of the food looked so good, and Harry watching him intently. And…what was going to happen to him, really? He was going to get bigger? He needed to get bigger. It was fine.

So, with several more forkfuls lifted to his lips, he finished his eggs.

He set down the fork with a distinct little click, and Harry leaned forward.

“Hey, you did really good, thank you – “

But Louis was picking up his cheeseburger He took a big bite, keeping his eyes locked on Harry, who blinked at him.

“You – “ Harry swallowed, “I – “

Louis smirked as he as swallowed. His mouth tasted like salt and grease, and he went in for another bite. He moaned a little, and Harry didn’t move, didn’t even close his mouth.

He shouldn’t be doing this. His stomach was tight, and he could feel the elastic of his sweatpants pushing out, cutting in. Fuck, he was going to have to buy new sweatpants soon. His body wasn’t used to this, it was used to constant exercise and juice cleanses.

The mere thought of it made Louis eat another bite with more zeal, really tearing it and chewing hard. He didn’t realize how tired of that he was until now.

The burger was delicious, and he felt a wet bit of grease run down his chin. Jesus fuck, it was literally leaking with fat, and he was eating it happily.

He ate fast, so fast he couldn’t pay too much attention to his protesting stomach. He polished the burger off and didn’t even wipe his mouth as he picked at the fries, grabbing multiple at once.

“You know how in every fucking interview I do for movies, they ask me about my preparation?” Louis said to Harry, “Imagine this one. ‘Louis, you had to gain thirty pounds for this role. And we hear you didn’t even have that much time to do it. How did that happen?’ And I’ll get to say, ‘well, my boyfriend stuffed me every day for weeks at a time and got a boner doing it, so it was easy.’”

He shoved the fries in his mouth and was already picking up another handful and dunking it in ketchup as he chewed. He barely swallowed before he was eating more.

His stomach was aching now, and he groaned, pushing down the painful elastic on his pants, but it still felt tight around his hips.

“We – oof, we should go back for some new sweatpants, babe. Gonna fuckin’ bust these soon.”

He picked up more fries, and he was acutely aware of how Harry was staring him down, his food abandoned, his eyes dark.

Louis’s body was hot from head to toe, and he was sweating a little, but he couldn’t tell if that was from the effort his meal was taking out of him or from how Harry was looking at him.

But he felt something else shift as he polished off his fries and shoved the plate away, seeking out more of his soda.

He thought he was imagining it, but as he dragged the plate of cinnamon rolls closer to himself, the plate scraping loudly on the table, he knew he was right.

He was hard.

He was in a mall buffet and he was getting a hard on from stuffing his face.

He didn’t know how to handle that. So he picked up a cinnamon roll instead.

It was pure carbs, heavy, the icing sticky and all sugar, and it made his brain buzz and his eyes flutter closed. He shoved the pastry into his mouth hard, forcing himself to chew. His belly gave an unhappy little gurgle, but his cock was happy, and his boyfriend looked ready to pounce, so he kept chewing.

He finished one of the rolls with a pant, setting both hands on his stomach. He smeared grease and icing on the fabric of his hoodie, and he sighed. He rubbed his hands over his belly, round and hard, the fabric of his sweatshirt pulled tight over it. He pulled it up, over the hill of his stomach. His shirt had already ridden up, and there he was, his stomach hanging out in public, as he grabbed for another roll.

Harry was nearly foaming at the mouth, and Louis ate the cinnamon roll in small but eager bites. He felt icing smear on his mouth and he didn’t bother to fix it. He was sweating and blushing and his dick was hard in public and none of it mattered.

The roll was gone soon, and he stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking off the icing. He slumped in the booth and then picked up the last roll, his white fucking whale. He tipped back his head and opened his mouth and shoved nearly half of it in. He focused hard on the taste of it. Fluffy bread, cinnamon, honey, pure sugar. His mouth was lazy as it chewed, as if even his tongue was sick of his ordeal, but he swallowed it down none the less. He had to keep shifting his hips, trying to keep his belly happy, but it was no use. It was pissed at him. But Louis had half a cinnamon roll left.

He shoved it in his mouth in one bite, his cheeks bulging as he chewed and chewed, squeezing his eyes tightly as his throat worked, trying to swallow it down.

Soon, it was done, and for his last stupid act, Louis reached for his soda, tipped the glass, and chugged until it was empty.

When it was done he slammed it on the table and panted, clutching his stomach and staring at Harry, who was already standing.

“Get me home right now and fuck me,” Louis said, his voice weak.

Harry nodded and reached down, guiding Louis up to his feet. He pulled his sweatshirt down and then stared at the obvious bulge in Louis’s pants, and then looked up with even wider eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, looks like you’re not the only one who’s into this,” Louis snapped, then wheezed again, setting a hand on his stomach, “Fuck, help me waddle the hell out of here, you bastard.”

Harry surged forward, kissing Louis hard, and then pulled back, wrapping a protective arm around him and helped Louis walk, slowly but surely, to the exit.

Somehow, as they got to the door, Louis found the energy to lean in and kiss under Harry’s ear, then whisper to him.

“Eight more pounds, baby.”

#drabbles #chubby actor #larry fanfiction #larry fan fic #larry fic

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ilguna · 5 years ago

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hi- I’m not sure if you’re the right person to ask, but I wanted to know how to start a fanfic writing tumblr- I mean, I’m just not sure how to start since I’ve never posted anything on my account- I’m sorry if this is an inconvenience-

Don’t worry about it. I’m a little offended that you would think you’re coming to the wrong place 😂.

Imma break it down for you.

BTW this post is long bc I wanted to cover all bases

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First of all, if you’re on tumblr mobile, then that’s fantastic and we’ll start with that first. If you’re on desktop, I would like to suggest getting it on your phone because it’s more accessible and easier to manage than doing it on the computer. The only time I go to the computer is when I’m going to post fics, but we’ll get there.

I know you said you’re wondering how to start posting fics but I gotta give you some advice before that. Because there are just some things I cannot stand when it comes to some fanfic blogs, alright?

Be easy on your color scheme. I wouldn’t put any bright colors because it could hurt someone’s eyes, and sometimes it looks really bad. Going along with that, you should be careful what your second color is on your blog (let’s say that your base color was a maroon, and then you’d choose a color similar to that/darker than that. It’ll be hard to read the things in your bio, and it’s frustrating)

This is obvious, but make sure you have a profile and header picture, it’s more appealing rather than tumblrs default.

Turn ON asks and then proceed to do it for anonymous questions, because that’s the only way you get requests. Some people do it off anon but that’s not as common.

You can do this on desktop and a safari browser. It’s not possible to do on mobile just yet. Open up safari > log in > little person icon in the top right > edit appearance. Scroll until you see “let people as questions” turn that on. Turn on anon, and edit the box to whatever you want. Keep it short

Turn off “share posts you like” and the following one below it. It’s a risky game to play when it comes to what you’re looking at and liking.

No submission posts, normally people don’t submit things anyway. Turn OFF “on blog advertising” and then that’s it. It automatically saves so you can just leave to the next screen imma bout to tell you about

IF you go to my blog on desktop, you’ll see that there’s a theme. My font is different, I have a different set up than most blogs, etc.

If you wanna mess around with that, scroll to the top of page (you should still be on the same page from the anon instructions) and tap “edit theme”

It might take a second to load, but you’ll get there.

THIS SCREEN IS VERY IMPORTANT.

Besides the fact that it lets you edit your theme, this is how you put in a Masterlist, and all other links you might want in your bio.

You said you haven’t written anything yet, so there isn’t a need for a Masterlist just yet. But when you DO start posting, please come back to me and I’ll let you know how to put one in your bio, okay? Nice and shiny for your future followers.

If you wanna change your theme go to browse themes, change it from “all themes” to “free themes”. If you like mine, it’s called “Accesible”. If you just want the font, get out of the theme screen and scroll the screen on the left. Turn ON “open dyslexic

Remember, you can do all of this on desktop too, it doesn’t have to be on safari

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Now onto posting, I have some opinions that might offend my mutuals (oopsie)

I can’t tell the difference, but PERSONALLY, I think posting fics on tumblr from my phone is gross. But that’s also because I’m writing 1000+ words normally and it gets difficult to post

If you want to post fics with more than 100 paragraphs, then you have to go to desktop or maybe safari tumblr (I don’t post from safari tumblr so idk if it works) because tumblr says NO paragraphs after 100 on mobile. There is no restriction on computer

I write in Google Docs, because it’s neater and I’ve discovered some hate for Word after deleting some of the shit I wrote over and over. Plus it’s an app, and you can open it up on computer. Easy to use.

If you use Notes on your phone, or type directly onto a tumblr post, then that’s fine but you don’t know your word count and it’s a little difficult to navigate.

When it comes to formatting, I used to have it be really long. But I’ve narrowed it down to 3, sometimes 4 things.

Summary: this is where I put the request so the anon/person knows that it’s their request. (I copy n paste the entire request in the summary part, I don’t answer asks (requests) anymore because it’s easier to answer them after I posted).

Warnings: my permanent is swearing, and then I add on (what type) violence, murder, suic*de, gore, etc DEPENDING ON THE REQUEST

Word count: and I do this because I write long imagines sometimes and some people don’t want to sit through 5k words of boring shit

And the optional—Note: I put this if I thank someone for their patience on the request, if I say happy holidays or some shit like that. I don’t have notes on every post anymore because they just turn out being the same every time

Apart from that, give it a title (make it unique but not too long!) who it’s for and then copy and paste the fic in

I’m using my own posts as an example right here, okay. But I have the summary and all of that bolder because it’s easier to see, and I want it to be different from the actual post. Most fanfic writers do this.

I also put 2 —‘s between the authors note at the top and the fic to also make a difference there

Don’t have the entire fic italicized, it takes away the special part of italicizing a word

Finally, it’s tagging.

I cannot stress this enough, DO NOT tag things that have nothing to do with the post. It’s my biggest pet peeve and it’s because I can’t comprehend why people tag (for example) Katrina Stuart when it’s a fic OR A RANDOM POST about someone else

Instead, let’s keep it simple.

🌸 STOP 🌸

I forgot to mention this. But choose your username wisely. You can change it later on, but it’s a goddamn pain in the ass when you have 50+ fanfics you wrote and your Masterlist is nice and clean only to realize that you have to RELINK every post individually

Listen, I changed my username on my old blog, and it took me 8 hours ROUGHLY to relink and fix every individual Masterlist. I had to create new masterlists, with so many tabs open to fix it

Instead, change it before you start fics

If you wanna be a colby brock blog, I have a canon url (which means that it’s so fucking GOOD and I’m angry that i realized it was open only a month ago rather than when I created this account) and it’s colbysbrocks (it’s a plural canon url). And I have colbysecrets too. If you don’t like either of those, I have a couple of other ideas that I wrote down if you want them

🌸 okay continue 🌸

This is how you should tag:

(I’ll give an example after this)

Your username first, the person it’s about, the fandom (if it’s not Colby brock, then something like marvel, etc). Then the persons name, imagine, fanfic, x reader, and oneshot. Then if it was requested

EXAMPLE ONE:

Azurebrock, Colby brock, Colby brock imagine, Colby brock fanfic, Colby brock x reader, Colby brock oneshot, requested

Simple, right? You can even use this method for Wattpad too.

EXAMPLE TWO:

(This is Star Wars, im using my own username again)

Kylorenlovesyou, Kylo ren, Ben solo, kylo ren imagine, kylo ren fanfic, kylo ren x reader, kylo ren oneshot, Ben solo imagine, Ben solo fanfic, Ben solo x reader, Ben solo oneshot, Star Wars

Notice that I tagged both of his names. I do this because it draws more people in, and more people will be attracted to it (however, in the Star Wars fandom there’s a difference between Ben Solo and Kylo-Ren, so you would have to specify in the title Ex. Resistance (Ben Solo) or Struggle (Kylo-Ren). It would depend on which persona you’re using

This works for a couple of fandoms, like twilight and shit like that

EXAMPLE THREE:

(Final one, I just wanted to cover this base just in case)

If it’s a request for more than one person. Let’s say Colby Brock and Sam Golbach (like a Polyamorous relationship, if it’s just about a bunch of people, tag the people in it and don’t put the imagine, fanfic, x reader, oneshot after any of them, it doesn’t apply)

If it’s a poly relationship (or maybe more) then do everything you normally do for one person, and then just add on the second;

Azurebrock, Colby brock, Sam Golbach, Colby brock imagine, Sam Golbach imagine, etc

If you’re on desktop, I would suggest putting in a Read More (this goes BEFORE your fic but after the authors note, below the 2 —‘s). The way you do that is press enter, and hover over the new break in the fic.

Off to the right you’ll see a . . . Click that and then you have the read more. I would only suggest using this if there’s more than 500 words, so that if the fic is super long, it doesn’t take up the entire dash for the follower (it takes forever to scroll and it’s annoying

If you’re on mobile, it isn’t possible. Just post and you can go back and edit later if you have a computer

#azurebrock #anon #ask

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kweebtrash · 5 years ago

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Want It With You (M)

Pairing: Johnny x OC

Genre: Harry Potter AU, Friends to Lovers AU, Smut, Fluff

Summary: Johnny is a sweet and caring Hufflepuff Prefect that has a way with animals and wants to be a Magizoologist. Alomena is a Slytherin who would rather spend her time in the library and in the greenhouses taking care of plants and helping them grow. They were an unlikely pair that everyone thought was strange but they were brought together by their half muggle blood. A secret room in the upper levels of the castle gives them privacy to hang out and forget about the stresses of school life. But after Alomena has a rather...interesting dream about Johnny she realizes that maybe they're more than just friends.

Warnings: brief talks about death

Features: Sweet/soft sex, shy and awkward moments, oral, fingering, riding, a bit of nipple play, a lot of caressing and kissing,

Word Count: 8.6k

A/N: This was for a smut prompt request (please dont request more at this time). the following prompts were requested. 53. we’re not just friends and you fucking know it, 55. what? does that feel good?, 57. if we get caught i’m blaming you.” 58. we have to be quiet, 59. tell me again, 60, you have no idea how much i want you, 61. say it. 62. if you dont like my teasing then why are you moaning, 67. i really want to kiss you right now. 82. friends dont do this kind of shit!

A/N pt 2: WE GON PRETEND HOGWARTS A COLLEGE BC I DONT DO THAT H.S. AU SHIT. Johnny and Alomena are both 21+ and also this time line is in present day rather than the late 80′s/90s of the original story. Alomena is a Herbology major, Johnny is in Care for Magical Creatures. Also i feel like this sucks??

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I was holed up in the library as usual, studying my life away. I didn't mind it all too much. Learning new things was my favorite past time and I loved to expand my mind and drink in information. I also particularly devoted to reading about plants; their uses, their poisons, and what potions they could make. It came with being a herbology major after all. I scribbled my quill pen against the piece of parchment that I had jotted several paragraphs worth of notes onto. It was at times like these that I wished I could go back home and be reunited with my laptop. The wizarding world thought so little of muggle technological advances but typing on a keyboard was way less annoying and definitely faster than having to dip a pen in ink every three seconds. I did miss the muggle world; it was hard being half muggle, half wizard. From the judgment, to the prejudice, to the feeling like I was in the stone age, it made me homesick more often than not. I typically tried not to get too much into my feelings about missing home but some days were harder than others. I flipped the page of the thick text book I was reading and sighed deeply, getting ready for another chapter. Just then I felt fingers jab at my sides making me sit up straight.

"Gotcha!"

I looked up at the tall figure hovering behind my chair and rolled my eyes. "Johnny, be quiet! This is a library." Johnny was my best friend, you could say. He, too, was half muggle, half wizard and we had somehow bonded together during our first few years at Hogwarts. He had been a complete failure at herbology and took it upon himself to greet me so loudly and passionately that it scared my introverted being to the core. He then begged and pleaded, almost groveling on his knees, for me to help him pass the class. I found him utterly annoying and I knew right off the bat that he was a damn Hufflepuff. They were my second least favorite house, Gryffindor being the first. Some would say that was very stereotypical of a Slytherin but I wasn't one to frolic with energetic people. Johnny however was the exception and I had developed the biggest soft spot for him.

"Aw c'mon, weren't you at least a little scared?" He pulled out the chair beside me and plopped down, giving me a big cheesy grin.

"You know nothing trivial like that scares me so I don't know why you even try. Aren't you supposed to be off doing prefect things with the children?" I glanced down at the badge that gave him more responsibilities than most students here. Usually, he had to tend to the younger students that were just joining Hogwarts and be their mentor. He had a certain following and they seemed to enjoy his presence, taking to his bright personality quickly. The female students most certainly took to him too. He was the talk of the halls and it didn't matter what house they were in, every girl found Johnny to be utterly charming. I admitted to myself a long time ago that I did find him attractive and that his awkward laugh made me crack a smile every so often. I enjoyed his height and the comforting hugs he gave that warmed my body perfectly. And I especially enjoyed the time we spent in our secret room.

Our secret room was a small closet tucked away in a hallways on a floor that seemed deserted. The level was closer to the roof of the castle and barely a soul traveled through. We had no idea what it the room was for or why it was there. There hadn’t been any protection or disguise spells when we had first encountered it and it wasn’t an entrance to a secret passageway. It was just...there. There was a lone window that gave view to the quidditch practice field. I took no interest in watching the players but Johnny did every once in awhile. His other best friend, Jaehyun, was captain of Gryffindor’s house team and Johnny was his number one supporter. Other than watching Jaehyun practice, Johnny and I spent many nights curled up in the blanket fort we had created, projecting movies from our cell phones which we cherished so much. That was also a secret of ours, never revealed to the other students that were forced to live in the past. Those nights made me feel a little less homesick and like I wasn't alone.

"Nah, not until later on during patrols. I'm free right now and if you're not too busy shoving your nose in some musty old books we could," He lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper. "Sneak away."

I perked up a bit at the idea. "How are we going to get up there without anyone noticing? Usually we go at night."

"We've gone a few times during the day, it's not that hard. Take a break and come with me."

He was a pro at convincing me to do things with him. I closed the textbook and used my wand to return it to its proper home. I gathered up my writing supplies and looked around, taking caution to monitor that no one would catch onto our plan. "Let me put this in my room and I will meet you up there, ok?"

He kissed my cheek and got up from the chair. "Awesome! I'll see you there." He left the library, only tripping slightly on nothing but air in his usual clumsy fashion. I made my way to the Slytherin door, saying my password to the painting and sliding through. I had to face my biggest enemy-the common room- just to get to my bed which was the furthest away in the girls dorm area. I always had to dodge around students that were hanging out to avoid socializing at all costs. I was deemed as an outcast, even in my own house. It never felt that I was quite welcomed so i busied myself in the library and the greenhouses. Plants made me the most happy. They didn't (usually) talk back to you, though they were great listeners. Taking to plants also put a scarlet letter on my back as the “house crazy” but that didn’t matter. Communicating with plants was important to me, another form of escapism and a way of honing my craft.

I dumped my supplies off and exited the space with some curious stares coming my way but I was mostly ignored. Bit by sneaky bit, I traversed to the secret room, looking over my shoulder in constant fear of getting caught. I managed to get there unnoticed and shuffled my way through the door, shutting it gently behind me. “I’m here.” I said, sighing a breath of relief. Johnny was already laying down in our blanket fort, robe and sweater vest tossed aside with his sleeves rolled to his elbows. He was reclined against the pillows with his hands behind his head as he smiled at me. “Come here, we have some episodes to catch up on.” He patted the space beside him and i sunk down onto the pile of blankets, smoothing out my skirt as i laid down. He removed his cell phone from his pocket and loaded up our favorite tv app. He used his wand to help project the show in front of us, giving us a better view. I settled against him, resting my head on his shoulder and holding onto his wrist. Occasionally, we held hands but lately that simple motion was making my heart palpitate and my stomach quiver with anxiety. I settled for his wrist as it helped me feel a bit more secure with my emotions. Hours passed so calmly that I somehow managed to fall asleep during our fourth or fifth episode.

The dream I had was so vivid that it was frightening. Johnny had been on top of me, naked and looking into my eyes with a sweet smile on his face. He was thrusting into me, slowly and gently, cooing sweet words into my ear and running his hands all over my body. I held onto his strong arms, gasping and moaning every time a jolt of pleasure wracked through me. He was stunning and glowing in the candle lit area of our room. His lips morphed into his own moans that were like baritone notes in a symphony of pleasure. He was perfect in every way and I hated it. This wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to dream about my best friend like this. It was improper and way past weird. But my mind continued, ignoring my rational will to halt the lust filled thoughts. His lips were on me then, full, warm, with a feeling akin to the happiest memory I had. He was so full of love which only added onto me fear. My heart skipped beats and drove me to never want to leave from my place beneath him. I wanted to stay in my dream forever.

“Mena!” I heard my nickname in the midst of my dream and snapped up, gasping deeply. The room had darkened as it was now nighttime but Johnny had apparated a few candles to illuminate the space. I saw his face, half casted in shadows of the flames as he looked at me with concern. “You were making kind of weird noises in your sleep. Are you okay? Was it a nightmare?”

My whole face flushed and I couldn't bear to face him. I panicked and quickly scrambled to my feet. “I-I have to go. I-I’m sorry, Johnny!” I grabbed onto the door handle and ran as fast as I could, not even daring to look back at him. I heard him calling out to me but I didn’t stop until i made it back to my dorm. I threw myself onto my bed and stared up at the draped canopy as i tried to get my heart to stop racing. What the hell was that? How could i think about Johnny in that way? I had never thought of anyone like that before. It was completely out of left field. I covered my face that felt like it was burning, wanting to scream my lungs out. What was I going to do now? Had I been moaning in my sleep? Did he suspect anything? My mind was a jumbled mess and i figured a hot shower and some rest would solve it. I closed the canopy curtains so i could undress and felt the recognizable feeling of wetness on my panties. Oh come on! I ripped off my underwear, almost falling onto my face in the process, and slammed them onto my bed. This was not going to happen. Not now and not ever. I pulled on my robe along with my slippers then grabbed my shower caddy. I was determined to wash away this embarrassing dream from my mind completely.

Except I couldn’t. With the emptiness of the bathrooms and the cover of the water pouring onto the tiled floor, I dug my fingers into myself, panting as i tried to recreate how full and thick Dream Johnny felt inside me. Not only did I have a wet dream about my best friend but now I was touching myself to thoughts of him too. What was I thinking? Well, right now, I was thinking of getting off as fast as I could and furiously rubbing my clit to get me there before anyone caught me. I remembered the peaceful face he made while he was inside me, gently biting his lip with eyes closed, eyelashes dusting the tops of his cheeks, and the sounds he made. It had been right in our blanket fort, making it so much more special. It was intimate and everything I had ever wanted to experience. It felt like it made up for the few encounters I had with other men that left me unsatisfied and unimpressed. But Johnny was different. He cared about me and per my dream, I knew he was devoted to making me feel good. I know I would want to pleasure him as much as possible too. Anything to hear his deep groans in reality.

When I came I had to brace myself against the shower wall to try and stay propped up on my shaky legs. My head was now under the stream of water, dousing my curls and making them cling to my face. It snapped me out of my lustful vision and made me realize that I needed to get it together. I held my dirty fingers under the water, washing away the cum and telling myself that this was just a one time incident. No more, no less.

It was difficult but I hadn’t seen Johnny for a few days, mostly because I was still too embarrassed to face him but also because he was suddenly getting more busy with his responsibilities. I missed him dearly but I felt like I had no idea how to approach him anymore without visualizing him naked and on top of me. I spent my time doing what i did best-avoiding people in the greenhouse. I was wrist deep in dragon dung as I worked to repot some Venomous Tentacula. I was all alone in the greenhouse, just the way i liked it. I was free to hum a tune I created in my head while I looked over the plant, making sure it liked it's new home. "Hopefully you'll grow a little bit better here. You hated that terribly dry spot in the corner, didn't you? I know, sweetie." Even the most fussy and volatile plant could calm down under my voice.

"Talking to plants again, huh Ms. Crowley?"

I looked in the direction of the voice and saw Johnny walking towards me with his hands behind his back. I stood up straight as my heartbeat quickened. I wasn't expecting him to show up but it was a habit of his to come unannounced.

"U-um what do you want?"

"To give you my peace offering." He held out a small packet of fluxweed seeds. "It's not special but I know you love making healing potions."

I set my dragon hide gloves down on the table and removed my apron. I took the seed packet and looked up at him. "What do you mean by peace offering?"

"Well the last time we were together I figured I did something wrong with the way you ran out so fast. You haven't talked to me since soooo...here I am."

"Oh….nothing was your fault." I suddenly felt like an idiot for making him think I was mad at him. I just needed time and space to get my head on straight but one look into his honey colored eyes and i was instantly transported back into juvenile thoughts of romanticism. "I'm not mad, I promise."

"Sweet! I was seriously worried for a second. But now that that’s over with, can I interest you in a date?"

"W-what?!" I dropped the seeds instantly and fumbled to catch them. Johnny managed to get them when I failed and chuckled.

"I meant do you want to hang out? I’ve missed you so much.”

I tucked a few curls behind my ear and stared down at my dirt covered uniform shoes. “U-um...that sounds good. D-Do you want to meet in our room?”

“Actually, i was thinking we could be a little bit more adventurous.” He said with a mischievous smirk.

“Oh? What do you mean?”

“The Forbidden Forest.”

That certainly peaked my interest. I was a fan of the flora while Johnny was a fan of the fauna. Being a future Magizoologist, he was always eager to discover what creatures hid within the forest and which ones he could make friends with. He thought all creatures were cute no matter what they looked like and he had the ability to tame the wildest beasts in a heartbeat. We were similar in that fact. Passionate and with a certain knack for handling what most people wanted to stay away from. Though of course the forest was obviously forbidden sneaking in was all part of the fun. I smiled and nodded in agreement. “Let’s do it.”

“Ok, meet me there when the moon’s the fullest. I’ll leave you some signals so you’ll know where I’m at.” He kissed my forehead and gave my arm a little squeeze. “I’ll catch you later, ok? I told Jaehyun I would watch him practice today.”

“Did you mean get annoyed at the crowd of girls that scream every time he pushes back his hair?” Or squeal when you sit in the stands? I thought bitterly.

He chuckled. “Yeah. it’s not my favorite thing to do but he’s my friend and he needs me.”

“Have fun dealing with your bleeding eardrums. I’ll see you later.”

He gave me another one of his signature smiles and zipped out of the greenhouse, leaving me to clutch the little packet of seeds to my chest. It was just hanging out, like we always did. Nothing special. I just had to keep telling myself that. I set the seeds on the desk, sighing deeply as I slipped my gloves back on. Getting back to work was the best way to keep my mind occupied and away from all thoughts surrounding Johnny.

After a few hours in the greenhouse, i went back to the dorm to shower so I didn’t smell like soil and poisonous flowers. As i finished dressing in a warm green sweater and black leggings, i stared out the dorm window. The moon was hiding behind a few sparse clouds but it was full and heavy, beaming a perfect cast of light over the castle grounds. I bit my lip wondering if it was the right time to leave. It was driving me crazy just waiting. I got up and tucked my wand in the band of my leggings and crept through to dorm, trying to make as little noise as possible. With how much I crept around I might have as well been a burglar or a spy. I knew the paintings would try and rat me out and possibly the castle ghosts as well so I tried to take the path with the least possible amount of snitches.

Once I hit the castle grounds I decided to play it a bit safer and use a Disillusionment Charm to blend into my surroundings. It was way past curfew and I couldn't risk any repercussions for leaving the dorm, especially to go to the Forbidden Forest. My eyes caught sight of a tiny Bowtruckle that beckoned me to follow it. It must have been Johnny's "sign". I kept a few steps behind it, afraid that I might crush it. It finally lead me to a small clearing where I saw Johnny petting a giant Thestral. I fell back, shocked that such a creature would be within the forest and also because...I could see it-Johnny could see it. Thestrals only revealed themselves to people who had faced death and accepted it. It hurt my heart to realize he had gone through pain and anguish but he seemed so comfortable with the extremely rare creature, even placing a kiss on its skeletal nose.

I use Revealio to uncast my Disillusionment Charm and slowly got to my feet. If Thestrals didn't find a person worthy or a non threat they would attack in an instant and I certainly did not want to die today. "Johnny!" I whispered harshly. The Bowtruckle ran to him and tugged on his robes before crawling up to his shoulder. He turned towards me a gave me a warm smile.

"Come here." He beckoned. "She won't hurt you."

"How do you know that for sure?! Thestrals are-"

"Loyal, kind, and are very helpful. She trusts me and I trust her. Just like you speak to plants, I speak to creatures and she definitely understands that you're no threat. So come over here " He extended his large hand out to me and I tiptoed towards him, avoiding eye contact with the bat winged creature. Johnny took my hand and gently set it on the bridge of the Thestral’s nose. "There you go. See? She's not so bad."

He was right. In fact the creature seemed to enjoy the attention and bucked its nose towards me, brushing against my cheek. I chuckled nervously and continued to pet her, flinching when she outstretched her wings. They were way bigger than I anticipated and still intimidating. Johnny held onto my waist when i took a step back and swallowed hard. “Do you want to go for a ride?”

“What? Like...on her?! I thought it was illegal to ride them? We’ll get in trouble with the ministry!”

“Don’t be such a goody two shoes! Besides, we can’t fly but we can ride it like a normal horse, that way we don’t get caught. Here, I’ll help you up.” Johnny grabbed a hold of me as if I was a mere toddler and he was unaffected by my weight. He set me on the back of the Thestral before getting on himself and grabbing onto the mane. She started trotting slowly and i could feel every movement of bone beneath me which was a strange sensation. I gripped onto Johnny tightly, burying my face in his back. I didn’t want to seem like a scaredy cat but I also couldnt help it. “So...what happened?” He asked as he steered us through the winding trees.

“What do you mean?”

“You can see the Thestral which means...you know. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but i thought I’d ask…”

“Oh…” I realized he was talking about me seeing death first hand and thus removing the creatures invisibility. “It was my sister. She was hit by a drunk driver and at first I was scared of seeing her body at the funeral. It was hard to accept that she was gone. I was only 6 and barely understood death back then. Everyone in my family kept telling me she was asleep but I knew she wasn’t just asleep. Eventually as I grew older, I found out more about the circumstances of her death. I was mad at my family for lying to me. I started visiting her grave soon after and I talked to her every time. It seemed like the flowers and grass around her grave began to grow when i spoke. That’s when I kind of knew I wanted to be in Herbology when I got here.”

He nodded solemnly and sighed. “I understand completely. I lost my mom when I was about 12. I delayed my studies here because I didn’t want to leave the muggle world. I felt like I would be letting go of the memories I had with her if I did. But I knew she would want me to experience this side of myself. That’s when I eventually asked if I could be accepted as a student.”

“I would have never imagined you had gone through something like that. You’re always so cheerful and happy. Everyone loves you.” I said softly.

He scoffed. “Yeah, well...it’s not always easy to pretend, but I do. I mean, don’t get me wrong, there are times when I’m genuinely happy and enjoying my life but there are also time where I dont want to be here and would rather be home. That’s when I hang out with you because you understand how i feel. I really enjoy when we’re together...like a lot.”

I squeezed myself to him tighter and was grateful that he couldnt see my blushing cheeks. My brain was swirling with a culmination of thoughts and feelings. I had finally come to accept the fact that my feelings were past that of friendship. I was starting to fall in love with him after seeing him in a new light. But i knew I was just a companion to him. He saw me as a place of comfort, not as a lover. I had to accept that sooner rather than later. After all, I really didn’t want to ruin our friendship with awkward revelations and confessions. We had a moment of silence between us and I could only hear the echoing of the plants and nightly creatures that surrounded us. We were getting further away from the moonlight too and the forest was becoming increasingly darker.

“I’m going to turn back now. I have to do another round of patrolling soon anyway.” He said.

“Ah, ok. I understand. I actually liked this. Even if I thought she was going to kill me."

"Nah, never. They're gentle and even though I can see and talk to her, they train all the Thestrals here so I'm not actually that special."

"Of course you are, Johnny. You have a way with her that no one else does. You're incredibly special." I straightened my spine so I could rest my chin on his shoulder and kiss his cheek but I missed as he turned his head in the opposite direction to guide the Thestral. Instead, my lips pressed against the warmth of his neck, making all three of us jump up. The Thestral squaked and reared herself up almost throwing Johnny and I off.

"Whoa girl! Calm down! I'm sorry I pulled your mane! It was an accident!" He pet her wings that were now extended and flapping, whipping up dangerous winds before lowering himself to rub her neck. "Ssshhhhh, I've got you. It's ok."

I held onto Johnny tighter so I wouldn't fall off and soon enough she settled down until all four hooves were on the ground. "I-im sorry. I-i didn't mean to um…"

He said nothing, only clicked his tongue as a signal to get her to turn in directions he wanted. I was astronomically embarrassed and had no idea what to say. I joined him in silence again until we reached the entrance of the forest. He helped me down and we said goodbye to the Thestral. I actually hoped I could see her again. "Do you need to be walked back to the castle or will you make it there by yourself?" He glanced down at his watch and shut off the beeping alarm that had begun to sound. He was going to be late for patrol.

"No, no. Don't worry. I'll be fine. Besides the night is nice. I wouldn't mind the sneaky stroll back." I laughed.

"Ok, cool. Thanks Mena! I'll see you around!" Without another word he apparated himself to get into the castle as he would have far less repercussions than I would have if I showed up in my dorm instantly. There wasn’t another word of the kiss incident so I figured we both put it behind us...hopefully. When I finally made it to my room safely I set my wand on my bedside table, closed my canopy, and discarded my clothes for my pajamas. Staring up at the canopied ceiling I couldn't help the gushing smile on my lips. If I thought about it, the whole thing with Johnny was a little romantic. Basically an evening horse ride though a private forest with no one else around. Was it actually a date? He had said so before in the greenhouse but quickly changed it to "hang out".

No Alomena. Friends don't do this kind of shit! They don't think about each other in that way. We are strictly friends! However, tonight was the second night that I touched myself to thoughts of him.

We had somehow began to spend more time together, if that were even possible. Our secret room was frequented so much that we added more pillows, candles, and blankets to our sacred space. We even managed to transfer some muggle electronics into the room; a tv and old video game set up for optimal entertainment. Rainy days were spent with me reading a textbook and Johnny sleeping on my lap, my hand running through his hair. It was serene and utterly perfect but I was digging my own grave. The longer we spent time together the more I found myself have sweet dreams (and not so sweet dreams) about him. I dreamt of his lips on mine, my hand being overwhelmed by his, my head against his chest, hearing his awkward little laugh as the result of something I said. I had it way too bad.

I had been planning, for weeks now, on ways to tell him. So much so that I could barely concentrate on anything else. I was distracted in classes and even lost a house point or two for messing up during lessons (which was bullshit by the way). It was eating me alive and I would rather have my body turn frigid and soulless by a Death Eater at this point. There was a night where I couldn't sleep at all. I felt sick to my stomach and my chest burned. I kept playing flashes of possible rejection and destruction of our friendship in my mind. I was scared shitless but it had to be done. I was over feeling like this. I prayed that I wouldn't lose my best friend. I was getting ready to text Johnny to see if he could meet me at our room but he beat me to the punch which surprised me. We had the same idea. He most likely wanted to hang out, which made me even more nervous and sick. Nonetheless, I got up from bed and pulled on my comfy sweater over my pajama tank top and shorts and began my creep crawling to the upper levels.

When I arrived at the door of our room, things seemed way to quiet. “Johnny? Are you here?” I whispered against the door. Suddenly it opened and he pulled me inside, setting me against the back of it. His hands were above either side of my shoulders, pinning me between him and the heavy wood.

“We have to be quiet. If we get caught I’m blaming you.” He hissed.

“Get caught? Why would we get caught? What’s going on?” He was making me more anxious than I already was. I watched as his adam’s apple bobbed with a heavy swallow that was followed up by a sigh.

“Look, I have to tell you something. Something important and I dont know how you’re going to react.”

“You’re freaking me out. Please just tell me. I can’t really take it tonight. I’ve been feeling weird all day.”

“Me too.” He agreed. “I can’t...I can’t...God, I just...I really want to kiss you right now.”

I was stunned and couldn’t move. My entire body felt a heavy fire wash over me and my thought processing shut down. He...he had been feeling the same thing I was? I had been too nervous to tell him and too afraid of losing our friendship but here he was wanting to kiss me? “But J-Johnny...we’re friends and I don’t-”

“We’re not just fucking friends and you know it! I know you feel something for me too. It’s been happening for weeks now. Tell me you feel the same way, Alomena. Say it.”

I swallowed hard and avoided his eyes. “I don’t want it to ruin our friendship. What if something goes wrong? It’s whats been keeping me away from you all this time. I don’t want to lose what we have, Johnny. I dont want to ruin the good memories we’ve made. Besides, you’re more outgoing. You can have any girl you want.”

“Alomena, you have no idea how much I want you. You and only you. I feel the most comfortable with you. We have a connection and I know it’s scary to jump into a relationship but I don’t think our friendship would be ruined. I trust you…” He let his hands slip from above my shoulders to rest on my hips. He pressed his forehead against mine and breathed softly against my lips. “Tell me you want me too. Please.”

“I do, Johnny. I do.” I finally confessed. It felt like a car had been lifted off my chest and I could finally breathe again. I wasn’t scared anymore. In fact, I was so happy. Happier than I ever imagined I could be. My best friend was now the love of my life and wanted to be with me. I reached up to cup his face in my hands and closed my eyes. “Kiss me.” I whispered.

He didn’t hesitate. Not one second. The moment his lips were on mine, our bodies were crushed together against the door. He was overwhelming me in the best way, covering me with heat and desire. I moved my hands down to his chest smoothing over the school uniform he still wore. He had probably just finished his patrols right before he texted but I did find it a bit naughty that he was fulfilling the age old school fantasy in a way. I felt his tongue pry at my lips then, catching me off guard as to how much he filled my mouth. He became curious about my body and no longer kept his hands on the safety of my hips. He was diving beneath my sweater and tank top, his slightly calloused skin flush against me and closing in on my breasts. I pushed him away then, crossing my arms protectively over my chest as he took a step back. "Johnny!"

"O-oh...I thought maybe you would want to...i-im sorry. I wasn't thinking." He hung his head low and fussed with his hair nervously.

"No, I'm sorry. I just...it was a lot at once."

"It's ok! It's ok! I don't mind waiting. I'm fine!"

I made my way over to the blanket pile and sat down, looking up at him. "Maybe we could go a bit slower?"

His eyes widened and he nodded eagerly. "Yes. Yeah. Sure. Absolutely."

I giggled at his dorkiness and grabbed his hand, pulling him down beside me. "Do you think it's gonna be weird? Seeing each other naked for the first time?"

Johnny shook his head. "No. I've been dreaming about this." He quickly covered his mouth. "I mean not in a creepy way! I just- it so happened that-!"

I pressed my finger to his lips. "I've dreamt about it too and maybe did some things I wasn't supposed to do."

"Like um…" His fingers danced across the smooth skin of my thigh before resting between them. "Here?"

I nodded and nibbled on my lip. "It's embarrassing to say now."

"No, please. Don't be embarrassed. I find it...incredibly sexy. I'm honored " He laughed.

I grabbed onto his tie gently and pulled him closer. "Have you done it to thoughts of me?"

"Oh totally. All the time. You are super hot in your uniform skirt."

"Johnny!!" I hit him playfully.

"Well it's true! I can't help it! I think your gorgeous. Is it okay if I see you now? You know without ...clothes."

Now it was my turn to duck my head. "You first." I said, hoping he would stall but he was way more confident than I was. His tie was cast aside then his button up and tank top underneath. My breath stayed trapped in my lungs when I saw him and I whipped around, trying to calm myself. I had no idea that he would have such a toned stomach and solid biceps like that. When the hell did he find time to work out?!

"Mena? Should I stop?" He asked, concerned.

No no no. Don't stop. Don't stop, please. But also if he looked like that up top what the hell did he look like down below? "U-uh, it's fine I just didn't think you would look like that is all."

"Look like what?"

“Like...all hot.” I cringed at my own awkwardness while Johnny just laughed and pushed me down gently. He propped himself up on his elbow and pushed my curls behind my ear.

“You can stop me at anytime you know that right? Even if I am really hot.”

I covered my face with both my hands and groaned. “Shut up!”

“Mena, you’re not a…”

“Oh god no. Just that, I haven’t really had any amazing experiences and it’s kind of lowered my expectations. No offense. Also it hasn’t happened in awhile…”

“Hmm,” He nodded. “Well then I just have to change that, don’t I?” He tucked his fingers under the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, watching me for any signs of hesitation. My breaths were a little heavier but i diverted my eyes to avoid focusing on the way he was being so cautious with me. He wasn’t bombarding me or trying to get this over in a moments time. It was as if he wanted to drink in every ounce of me. He pushed my sweater towards my shoulders, nodding at me to help take it off. I tossed it beside us and instantly wanted to pull the blankets over me. “I didn’t think you would be this shy, especially around me.”

“I-i’m...just a little nervous is all.”

“Do you think i’ll hurt you or something?” His lips were now trailing from my knee and up my inner thigh in teasing kisses. He parted my legs gently and let his hand caress the skin of the other.

“Not at all! I don’t want to mess up either and make it not great for you.”

He popped his head up for a moment. “Don’t worry about me. I want you to relax.” He tugged on my panties and i lifted my hips an inch so he could pull them away. And there I was, bare and in front of my best friend that I had dreamt about for weeks. Now that the moment had actually come I had seized up with nerves but I was glad he was setting the pace. Lord knows I would have been the one fumbling around as if I were a Hufflepuff. He opened my legs wider so his broad shoulders could fit between them before adding a hesitant lick to my lower lips. My body jerked instantly and i gripped the blankets beside me. He settled his arm over my hips and prodded his tongue against me again, making lazy strokes and modest sucks. It felt...amazing. Such a simple act of taking the time to think about what I wanted made me flushed with eagerness. I tried to hide my giggle behind my hand but Johnny noticed.

“What? Does that feel good or…?”

I cupped the back of his head and smirked. “Very good. More Johnny.”

He had an excited smile before he dove back in with the strokes of his tongue, increasing speed. The tip would flick beneath my clit before sliding over it and taking it between his lips. He hummed around it which provided a tingling sensation that made me squirm. I bit onto my lip and tried to roll my hips beneath his anchored arm but he wouldn't let me budge. Over and over he tendered to the sweet area, occasionally dipping his tongue inside me and eliciting moans from deep within my chest. He was teasing me, I could feel it and was a squirming mess. "Johnnnyyyy," I whined. "Cut it out."

"Oh? You want me to stop?"

"Don't stop...that! But stop your teasing! It's annoying. I would like to get off at some point."

"if you dont like my teasing then why are you moaning?" He smirked.

I glared down at him, annoyed by his cockiness. "I'm gonna kill you."

He sucked his teeth and shook his head in disapproval. "Typical Slytherin. You're the one who said you wanted to go slow."

"Yeah but…" I pouted. "I didn't expect it to feel this good."

"I've got more planned, don't worry." He kissed above my clit then worked his lips over my stomach, nudging my tank top upwards like he had done with my sweater. I grabbed the hem and pulled it off before arching my back and pressing my chest towards him. He wrapped those daring lips around my nipple while his hand morphed over my other breast. Mewls were tumbling from my lips as I felt him press into me. He nudged his hips against my thigh and made the fullness of his uniform pants brush against the top. I worked my legs between his, settling myself against the center of his pants and making him groan deeply. "A-are you ok? Did I hurt you?"

He popped his lips off me and looked away. "Um...no actually. It feels…"

"I can touch you, um, if you want now."

"P-please?"

I nodded and wiggled out from under him. "Ok. I can do that." I pushed my hair back and reached for the zipper of his pants. "Is that all...like...you in there?"

He sat back on his elbows. "Well it's not my wand that's for sure."

I shoved at him playfully. "Stop! You jerk!"

He laughed and took my hand in his, kissing the back of it. "Is it...too much, you think?"

I unzipped his pants and wiggled them down, sucking in a breath when I saw how his boxer briefs clung to his form. "I hope not. My mouth is a little small so I hope I don't fuck up."

He shook his head and encouraged me to free him. I discard his underwear by his pants and lowered myself to the heavy heat between his thighs. I was nervous to say the least. He looked intimidating yet I was dangerously curious to have him inside me. I placed a few kitten licks to just his head, hearing him hiss softly. He laid back against the pillows and let me try to stuff his tip past my lips. It wasn't easy but he seemed to accept how my lips wrapped around him. Slowly, my tongue worked around the circumference, tracing ridges and sucking every so often. I broke my suction from him to drag my tongue up and down his shaft adding a bit of moisture so my hand could roam comfortably. He breathed out my name and dug his fingers into my hair when my thumb pressed into a particularly sensitive spot by his base.

It was my turn to smirk and tease him. I preferred to offer him strokes and lengthy licks rather than sucking on him completely. "Now who's being the tease?" He growled.

I shrugged and giggled. "Payback, Johnny." I sucked at the beads of precum that formed at his tip, not really enjoying the taste but being a bit satisfied at the way it coated my tongue. He guided my hand towards his balls, blushing as he would have rather showed me than say it. I lowered myself to them to grip them gently, adding pressure little by little so I would make sure not to hurt him. His stomach flexed along with his toes, curling tightly as his lips parted to groan. That sound was devilish and angelic at the same time. It made my heart flutter but I also knew it was pure sin and I yearned to hear more. I kissed his thigh before crawling up to his face. I planted a kiss on his lips and settled my wetness right over him. "I want to hear that sound coming from you all night."

He hiked my legs up high to his ribcage and moved his fingers behind me, stroking my slit and gathering the cum he left behind. "I'll trade you." He worked a single finger in and that was enough to make me bury my face in his neck. "Each one you give me I'll be sure to return the favor. How's that?"

I mewled softly and nodded, wiggling my hips back against his finger as I wanted more. My clit brushed over his shaft as I did so making both of us shyly moan out into the confined face. Soon enough another one of his slender fingers filled me, curling slightly and drawing more out of me. I cried out and gripped onto his free hand, entwining our fingers together so I felt like I had some stability. He bucked his thighs to work me forward so our lips could crash together again. Those kisses were going to damn me to hell with how addicting they were. He had a way with moving his full lips smoothly over mine and coaxing my tongue to meet his. Occasionally, he would give it a little suck which made a moan reverberate between us. "Do you...think you might be ready?" He asked during a small moment where we separated for air.

I looked down at him, searching his eyes for the gentleness and patience he always gave me. It was there, beneath his hormones running amok, and gave me that sense of comfort I had with him. I pushed his hair back and smiled, placing a quick kiss on him. "Yeah, I think I am. Oh, do you have a uh...um…"

"Oh! Ye-yeah. I kinda brought one with me just in case."

"You were planning on this from the start, weren't you?!" I pouted.

"I said just in case! I didn't know it was gonna turn out so well. But you're glad I have one, aren't you?"

I rolled my eyes and scooted off him. "I guess so...jerk."

He chuckled as he tore into the wrapper before sliding the condom on. "C'mere, silly…" He worked himself over me this time, making me victim to reliving my dream and staring up at all his beauty. This was the moment I had thought about, that I touched myself too, that I craved. All of my churning feelings that had driven me crazy for weeks lead up to this and it was finally happening. I didn't know what to feel but it was definitely a culmination of excitement and need. My fingers wrapped around Johnny's strong biceps as he guided himself to my entrance. His eyes were flickering from his cock to my face, gauging if everything was still alright. I gave him an encouraging nod and he pressed against me, pushing through just a bit.

I winced and dug my nails into his skin. He had to make miniscule thrusts before his head filled me completely and almost made my body collapse into the blankets. He shushed me gently, adding kisses everywhere and nuzzling my neck. He whispered sweet nothings to get me to relax and not focus so much on how he was stretching me further than I had been before. He knew it would be a bit uncomfortable for me and tried his best to take his time but I knew he needed that release as much as I did. "It's ok," I whispered in between kisses. "Please Johnny. Please."

He shifted his hips forwards adding inch by inch until he settled in as much as he could go. I felt a heavy warmth in the pit of my stomach and the sting of my body trying to accomodate, pulling me closer to him. He didn't move until I relaxed my lower half and sunk down more onto his shaft. By the way his brows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut I could tell that me wrapping around him was driving him insane. That first full thrust was enough to dive us into an abyss of never ending fever. His fluid movements became less and less overwhelming and more pleasurable to the point where I felt confident to roll him over and straddle his hips again.

"M-mena?" The look of surprise on his face was priceless. It was like his eyes didn't know where to even begin looking but was fixated on the way my body looked above him. I planted my hands on his chest and worked my hips in little circles, driving him deeper inside me. "Fuck, you look so gorgeous."

I flipped my hair over my shoulder and smirked at the boost of confidence he was giving me. I had to admit, taking control like this was enticing. Just as much as Johnny liked me on top of him, I loved the way he looked beneath me. He moaned louder as he tossed his head back against the pillow. His hands clutched at me, encouraging me to bounce rather than roll my hips. His own snapped against the back of my thighs to plunge deeper into my depths, making me feel all he had to offer. His moans shifted into haphazard breaths and growls that I never expected from him. I gripped his chin and pulled him into another heated kiss. He took the opportunity to force his hips harder, drawing out pathetic whimpers and whines.

I clenched tight as I felt an actual orgasm building inside me. It was the first time a man was helping me achieve it and it made Johnny seem like a damn godsend. That fact that he shifted his hand between us to massage my clit had me in love with him even more. That attention made my body shudder deeply and beg him not to stop. He chuckled as I got too loud and tried to shush me so I wouldn't draw any potential attention. I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth to silence myself as my body crackled with electricity. I wanted to scream out his name as my body caved in and shuttered with my harsh orgasm but I swallowed it down. I collapsed onto him in a heap of heavy breaths and he squeezed me into a bear hug. "I got you…" he said softly.

He always did. Always took care of me, even now during the first time we got together. He was perfect in every way. As I calmed down and enjoyed the way he rubbed my back, I came to the realization that he was still lying in wait inside me. I lifted my head from his chest and kissed him. "I want you to feel good too."

Johnny kissed my forehead lightly. "Would it be okay if I did it from behind? I kinda...like that."

"Of course. Whatever you need, Johnny." We shifted into the position, my back bowed deeply and face buried into a pillow that I clutched tightly. The sound of us crashing together had me blushing but the way he plowed rougher into me had my being rosy with ecstasy. I sunk my teeth into the pillow and fisted the case tighter, taking in the rougher side of my best friend that I had never seen before. This underlying secret turned me on even more and I willed him to keep going until my knees gave out and I couldn't walk. He pressed his chest into my back and reached out to grab both my hands, holding on tightly. My name was mixed in with staggered breaths and slightly deeper moans that showed him unraveling and seeping into the barrier that separated us.

I tried to keep us up but his weight and my weakening frame wasn't enough and we fell against our blanket nest. It was oddly comforting to be crushed beneath him though it was getting harder to breathe. "Johnny?"

"Hmm?" He hummed sleepily.

"You're crushing me."

"Oh! Sorry!" He pulled out gradually leaving a bit of my cum to flow out of me. I snapped my legs shut and curled up quickly, hoping he didn't notice. He discarded the condom beside us with a knot at the top to tend to later and spooned me tight, pulling the covers over us. "Are you comfortable staying here?"

"I'd rather be here than in the dorm with no privacy. I like our little spot."

He nodded against my hair and held onto my hand once more. "Maybe next time we can try to do it in the Forbidden Forest."

"Do you want to die??! What kind of proposition is that?!"

"I'm kidding! Kidding! But I wouldn't mind finding some other secret spots to call our own." I could already hear the smirk in his tone.

"Oh yeah, you're my boyfriend now and the pervert jumps out."

"Boyfriend?" He questioned.

I looked back at him. "Aren't we-?"

"Yeah but it just…" His cheeks flushed and he hid against my shoulder. "It's just nice hearing it finally."

I giggled and reached back to ruffle his hair. "Oh Johnny...you're such a hufflepuff."

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abloomingperiod · 5 years ago

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junmyeon as a bf

the softest of the softies

kim junmyeon is an old-fashioned guy

and i’m not saying that in terms of being conservative or anything, ‘cuz i really hope he isn’t

i mean in the sense of love

like you know that kind of person who dreams the whole picture

he dates for a reason

unlike other members, junmyeon isn’t the type to not think about the future

being a leader makes you like that

but this gets less harsh on him when u arrive in his life

yk that whole romantic comedy movie where a guy runs into someone and it’s this beautiful woman with the biggest smile and they fall for each other and shit

well.......not exactly your case

he indeed ran into you with an iced tea in hands

except you didn’t smile at him

you basically screamed “SHIT IM SORRY ILL PAY U BACK”

he got so flustered w your reaction like

this really pretty girl just offered me some iced tea”

he was all like nonononononoooo don’t say that it’s fine don’t worry aha

you kept insisting but were late for work so you made him promise to come back to that bakery the day after bcs he WOULD be paid back no matter wHAT

he didn’t feel the need butyou were cute and he wasn’t with a thick schedule so why not right

so yeah ofc prince suho showed up

the next day he entered the place and saw you

you were so pretty watching you crinkling your nose over the hot coffee in your hands was already a payback

a cute one

cmon he’s cringey give him a chance

you bowed at each other and he realized you didn’t mention for Once between the whole minute after the accident and his arrival abt his name or profession as an idol

which for him

was nice

not a big deal, but nice

after you gave him his iced tea he was so polite you actually smiled bcs ajshskjsks cute ?

and then you started talking for a while

you introduced yourself, told him abt your dream to become a writer someday and he !!!!!

okay junmyeon easy on the hearbeats you got it

he just thought of this as such a COOL dream

writing for a living

now he was like this pretty girl... is a poet

i know

lame

but he’s adorable so who cares tbh

he talked to u abt being an idol and how was the position of the leader

you listened to every word and even though you lost a fee of them along with the honey like voice and puffy cheeks of his, you loved hearing abt it

after like 2 hours he had to go bcs schedule

but before you parted your way you had to go to the bathroom

when you went pay for your payback iced tea, you hear a waiter asking “mrs y/n? i believe that for you”

no shit there was the waiter holding a cappuccino

you got like Dude. there must’ve been a mist-

you turn the cup and there it is:

“for y/n

i loved the iced tea but since my goodbyes were a little earlier i most definitely own you a payback too. how abt sushi? xx” and the waiter hands you a note with his name and number

and that’s how you started seeing each other

jun is a quiet person so he won’t be like vocal abt developing a crush on you more and more

it would b like

you guys would hang out sometimes

and little by little he would catch himself getting the heart eyes

like you’re at a coffe shop

you would get passionate talking about some movie or song and suddenly there’s a drop of coffee on the side of your lip. you didn’t notice but he did but he thought you looked so cute popping off about ur favorite music he would just sit there like,,, 💖nvm💖

and with those little stuff he would catch himself thinking yup they’re gonna b mine

so one day he went like soooo maybe i’m catching feelings i didn’t know this was happening sorry??? so i think u should know that bcs it’s abt u... i’m fancied by u i didn’t mean it to happen

like straight up he APOLOGIZED

FOR LIKING U

you were like goshkjsjksj so cute

and decided to play w him a little

“so you don’t want to like me” “NONONOOO THATS NOT WHAT I MEA-” “jk i got it i really like you too and maybe we could kiss to see what happens”

he combusted

so yeah you’re dating that’s what happened

so caring literally sO CARING

calls you on a daily basis when he’s away to talk abt the weather the boys his breakfast how much he misses you how he saw those flowers outside and it reminded of you or how he will bring you to that country when it’s vacations

he’s such a husband material fuck me

keeps notes of things you like so he can hit the high score on important dates

talking abt dates

fancy

i mean he’s bourgeoisie ofc it’s fancy

such a lovely boyfriend i’m actually sad

jun is restaurants with low lights, candles, roses and holding your hand while talking about how he never seemed to figure out the food app to find a cool place to go to so he just asked chanyeol with a pout on his lips

“you’re such an old man” “i’m simple it’s different”

on your 1 year anniversary he took you to a boat ride on a lake witha guy playing violin and wine and cheese waiting for you

simple my ass

keeps bringing coffee and flowers for you every friday night you get together bcs it’s your “tiny vacations” as he calls it

on weekends with you the only ppl he answers is either manager or a serious question from the boys/his family

and it’s always a short “yes” or “no” or “👍🏻”

fuck it he’s with his baby leave him alone

loves cooking with you

like fuck it if it’s not that tasty he just LUUUVES doing it with you

probably because he gets to hug you a lot

like you’re in the stove and he had already placed everything in its own place so he goes behind your figure, hugs your waist and places his lips on your shoulder to give you tiny pecks and praise your cooking

“junmy this is practically burnt” “you’re the best cooker i know”

once you guys were enjoying a whole ass week together and the last time you were together for more than a day were like 6 months before

you were so all over each other he went to do the same thing and you guys ended up making out in front of a precooked pan of french fries

long story short, your toasted it and only saw that coming bcs jun went to embrace your waist and his fingers touched the hot pan

“that happened bcs of you and your teenager behavior” “YOU COULD’VE MOVED” “I WAS TRAPPED”

so guess what you did after you applied some salve om his fingers

he was staring @ u all 💖💖💖💖💖

you were like ,,,what

he just shrugged and murmured “you’re beautiful”

that’s right

you fucked

not fucked in a Fucked way

yall made love

kim junmyeon is all about luv

i remember someone posting here that he probably fucked like white people and i-

that person ruined it for me

i hate yall

i will defend him till the end of time my boi DOES NOT fuck like a white person

takes it very seriously as he sees it as an opportunity to shower u with the love u deserve

on that day you actually convinced him you should do the hard work

HELL YEAH YOU RODE THAT BITCH

jun seems like soft dom for me like just bcs he’s in charge for most of the time doesn’t mean youon get to do a thing

that time as you rode him you got very like Very excited but you saw in his eyes how desperate he was to touch you entirely so you catch his hand and kiss his fingertips slowly

he kept smiling for you saying “god you are so beautiful” “i love you so much”

but you’re a little shit and always tries and bring his rough side out

so you open your mouth and lick his two burnt finger from the knuckles to the tips

he got so !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

not really a vocal guy

heavy sighs and low groans are it for junmyeon

very into dirty talk

but a fancy one

“does my baby likes it when i make her beg?” “look at me, love. do you want it from where i can kiss your back or your breasts?” “you’re mine to take and no one else”

we don’t support women treated as objects but this is a sexual environment and you’ve always consented him to say things like that in bed

he’s a gentlemen fuck it

once you were so horny you straight up said “i don’t give a fuck about formality just make me cum at least three times”

he got 😳 for a sec but got your point

not a rough lover but once you get in a fight

bitch

you’re both pretty mature ppl so every rare time you fight it’s very Very serious

will kiss you until your both breathless just so you can not even catch your breath bcs he will be kissing your neck and liking your skin

slaps your butt?

absolutely

a fucking lot

“funny how you turn shut the fuck up as soon as i lay my hands on you”

makes you strip for him

has a thing for watching where your bodies connect

call him baby and he’s got a 3 secs tops soft jun

like a little grin with puffy cheeks

and he’s back with the restless pounding

bathtub aftercare is a must

massages your feet as you talk sweet nothings for him

if you’re feeling feisty might get a romantic round two

loves doing it slowly so he can drag it to the point you get so hot and bothered you beg

“oh god- just please- jun, faster”

likes it when you rub his back after

get a shot of soft myeonie post-sex

lays in his stomach and quietly asks “can you”

you lay there also on your stomach and rubbing his back drawing circles and talking about life

once he got so full of idk emotion?? love?? idk never been there

he just poured a whole “marry me”

like dude.

“WHAT” “not today, like... in a few years maybe idk forget it”

he closed his eyes to dismiss your reaction and just felt a warm peck on his naked shoulder

“of course i’ll marry you a few years”

his eyes shot open like This woman. the loml. dead ass said yes to my hypothetical proposal”

he actually got emotional

“kajsksjsksjsk really?????????v

“yes really”

and there was a teardrop

you felt like dying

i mean I feel like dying rn

doesn’t say it but thinks abt having kids someday

and u know that bcs honestly it’s suho everybody just Knows that

his parents? ofc they know you

exo? absolutely sure they know you

“one day we’re gonna have a dinner on like christmas with my family and yours” “baby they don’t even live in korea” “i don’t care we’ll pay” “STOP”

really treasures your relationship like i’m not here to play games i’m past mid-20’s this is Serious

and because he’s so worried and serious he nevers seems to let loose

which is probably normal since he’s a leader

but it makes him so !! all the time u get worried

once he actually CRIED out of stress

and you ofc were there

you kept hugging him tightly and slowly rocking his body with yours kissing his tears away as he kept softly saying “i’m fine, don’t worry”

you didn’t stop worrying

you said “if you’re fine then i can stay here hugging my boyfriend”

he nodded and kept sobbing for a little while

his head was pounding so you literally laid him down and cuddled him in your arms, fingers between his locks and hot breath on his neck

he once said the sound of your breath calmed him

so that’s what you did

you calmed him

and that’s everything he ever wanted

someone to be there for him on tough times like he’s always there for everyone

he loves the fact you’re always so calm and ready to solve any problem that appears

he loves the calmness and ““““normal”””” atmosphere you bring to him

after all those years of hardship and responsability

you showed him he could be a leader and have more fun on a daily basis

he deadass thinks abt your marriage

like it’s barely 6am, he wakes up and sees you sleeping next to him, hair everywhere on the pillow and mouth open

his heart goes 💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

his arms goes to your sleeping body

& his mind “i’m gonna marry this girl someday”

idk i feel like i could write a whole ass fanfiction of 50 chapters on suho and id still have 100 scenarios of him in mind

i honestly love him sm

such a nice boy

he deserves so much more

give lota of love to him he’s perfect

that’s it i’m done

#kim junmyeon scenario #kim junmyeon imagine #suho imagine #suho scenario #exo headcanons #you can tell hes special to this bitch #i lobe him so bad fuck it #id die for kim junmyeon guardian of exp

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bluesfm · 5 years ago

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( park chaeyoung , twenty two , & cisfemale ) who ? these days , it’s all about blue hyong, who comes from los angeles & ca and is making headlines as a singer . she currently has a fan count of 42k , no thanks to the rumors of them being inflexible ! but , on the other hand , their most devout fans say they’re actually imaginative . last i heard , they caused quite a buzz when she publicly dissed her new record label and the misogynistic treatment she was receiving from their reps ! it’s no wonder they remind me of long rants in the notes app being posted to her twitter account , empty bottles of wine laying at recording studios’ floors & notebooks upon notebooks filled with lyrics she might never use but refuses to let go of .

well hello human friends !! n also hello to the non human friends too , wassup . i’m angie a dumb noodle from the middle of the south american jungle , and i’m here to introduce yall to this mess i call blue who’s a muse i have had for yrs now n carry w/ me wherever i go , with some minimal changes but she’s still the same messy bitch on the inside don’t worry folks ! so i will provide u w/ some background info on her n some possible connections under the cut . issa lil messy but we’ve been away for a while pls bear w me

blue is the only daughter to a couple of south korean immigrants that came to america when they were in their very early 20s n already expecting blue in order to chase the american dream n create a better life for themselves n their family . their life was pretty hard for a big part of blue’s childhood , while they were both studying n working odd jobs to pay for their education all the while taking care of a child . so blue didnt have the best childhood , not that her parents were bad or anything they just didnt have time for her . nowadays , they are a lot more comfortable in life , since her dad became a lawyer n her mom is a nurse , but they definitely didnt have an easy beginning .

ok so maybe bc they werent present durant most of her childhood they didnt notice a lol of signs that might have made things a lot easier for them , bc by the time they were available to emotionally be there , during her early teenage years , blue was already kinda a mess . she had grown up w very lil structure n refused the rules they tried to instill on her n was already used to doing things her own way . that lead to a lot of conflict between them , since they expected her to study hard n do well for herself in a nine to fiver when she was already sure art was the only way to go n while she did ok , she definitely wasn’t as good as her parents expected her to be .

so ... u know her teenage yrs were basic girl angsty she fought a lot w her parents n rebelled frequently n ran away from home like ... weekly , but she never rly had any real hardships . life was reasonably good but she always had something to complain abt ... just as she liked

[ MENTAL ILLNESS TW ]

but then she reached her late teens they all realized there was something going on other than the usual teenage angst she displayed all the time when she had her first manic episode . her parents thought it was a “ blue thing “ at first bc she was usually a very impulsive person n she rly didn’t have a habit of thinking before acting on her impulses , but her mom quickly noticed the signs of a manic episode when she realized how aggitated n restless she was , specially when blue described an hallucination she seemed to be having . they took her to a psychiatrist , she was admitted to a hospital n diagnosed w type 1 bipolar disorder n very quickly medicated . while the medication brought her out of her episode , n she was allowed to go home after her mood seemed to stabilize , blue also noticed it stunted her severely emotionally n decided ( against medical n parental advice [ pls dont do it fam !! take ur meds ] ) to quit her medication , falling into her first major depressive episode a few weeks afterwards . n for abt four years she’s been living w her disorder , n she doesn’t medicate at all . she’s super open abt her struggles n she has a Lot of them , specially w how much drugs n alcohol she consumes . i never said she was smart yall .

[ END OF TW ]

ok so as u probably assume , blue is an emotional mess . she has a very chaotic personality , n most of it isnt even from her illness or anything she just is a very chaotic person in general ? she is one of those artsy ppl who forgets to wash her own clothes so she ends up wearing the same dress for like , 3 days . she’s super outspoken n outgoing n rly easy at making friends if u can get past the dumbass energy she exudes 24/7 ? but yes just a very outgoing person n a outright mess most of the time . she is also soooo stubborn u will never get her to change her mind abt smth she believes to be right about in any way . u just cant . she loves a good time n loves partying n is the lack of impulse Queen soo if u got any bad ideas she is the one u should go for if u need any company . also .... so dramatic . she makes a big deal of everything n has 0 apologies abt that . just catch her crying over high school musical 3 or smth like that .

but yea on the bad side tho , blue takes up n gives up on projects so easily n she can be super fickle abt things in general . like , she will defend an idea for 7 hours but 2 days later she’s already onto smth else n doesnt even remember being so obsessive abt that other thing ? a mess . is also Quite abrasive ? if she thinks ur acting dumb shes not gonna be scared to call u out on it . can also have a Reaally explosive temper . not usually but specially during manic episodes she can be quite easy to annoy ngl . is very unreliable , especially if ur not too close .. tbh that is something connected to her disorder . when she’s on a manic episode , she will be too busy planning things she will never get around to doing or painting her entire house or spending 3 days awake n drunk writing 17 songs by herself . n during her depression is very hard to get her to do anything n even if she feels terrible , she rly cant be an available friend .

in regards to her sexuality , she’s an open bisexual and also is a crazy romantic n falls so hard for literally no reason . but like ... doesnt have the healthiest mentality for relationships ? not like in a toxic way but she will usually give 145% of herself at all times n honestly believes all of the ppl she falls for are the one (1) just wants to make things work no matter what . she’s v impulsive w/ meeting n falling for ppl tho so things dont rly end up working n she always ends up heartbroken over it . Well . At least she’s trying right ?

in regards to her career n art , she’s posted youtube covers n original songs for a couple years and gathered a decent following ? she wasnt huge or anything but she did get a record deal w an actual big label out of it a few months ago . blue was pretty happy abt it but then when the recording process started she realized they werent treating her as she thought she deserved at all ? which resulted on her taking her thoughts to some reps of the label n when she didn’t feel any difference in the way she was being treated she took it to the public ? which definitely caused quite a sitr bc she wasn’t a huge name but she was big enough ? so now she’s in some considerable trouble w her label but Also more famous than ever so they are choosing not to bury her for now ? she’s in some definite trouble though so it’ll be fun to see what happens next n what her moves will be ? spoiler alert : it’ll prob be smth dumb.

i still have so much to say but i’m so lazy wow . dont start ur intros so close to opening time folks thats my tip as an old internet auntie . OK SO ONTO SOME CONNECTIONS NOW

some label mates who she may or may not get along with ?

hookups !! she prob has a few she regrets too bc who doesnt am i right

best friends !! ppl who actually support her n she loves w no restrictions just love all around friends

exes </3 not gonna lie i have some sad ideas abt this one

good influence bc blue is a mess she needs one of those pls someone slap her head n make her drink some water

a fling she has feelings for but may not be requited ... i like my romantic connections to be angsty did yall notice

artistic soulmate !! someone her artistic bitch side just vibes with ? could be a songwriter or singer or anything tbh

some indecisive romantic shit where blue rly knows sh’s too messy n this person is too amazing ? but they still have feels so ... now what ?

this is p mcuh it ?? it has taken so long to finish this i hate myself but HEY if u like blue or dislike her u should hit me up so we can come up w some plot ideas ? i wish i had a quirky goodbye idea but my brain has just quit working guys so u get nothing from me other than a good old fashioned goodbye thanks for ur attention i love u

#cala.intro #sometimes i surprise even myself w how unorganized i can be #i am sorry this is so messy im trying to keep it on brand tm #also i cant believe i actually finished this

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vide0-nasties · 6 years ago

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Rags show me ur *poses* sexy writing process >:3c (if u wanna ofc xx)

The fact that you’re interested in it at all is probably the most thrilling thing I’ve heard in weeks?? Thank you??

So my writing process is deeply unsexy and disorganized (I’m trying outlining now that I’m venturing into the deeply terrifying land of slow-burn longfic, pls pray 4 me). Like so deeply unsexy I call the way I write Frankenstein-ing lol.I’ll be referencing ’whatever a moon has always meant’ (moon) ’if you were an ocean, I’d learn to float’ (ocean) and my infrequently mentioned x-files-ish dragon age au (XFAU) and how I wrote/am writing them!

So, usually I get smacked with something first–a line of dialogue, or an image, or I’ll see/hear something and go ‘YES.’ For Ocean, it was Eustacia coming home during a rain storm, and an anon request that I build on a drabble of Asra getting pegged, sun/shadow imagery, and this line that popped in my head burned the dinner I was cooking to write down: “He’s the sun, and he burns away the shadows she hides herself in.”

For Moon, Robin (@pinkrobins) said something about killing for mutual masturbation ft Julian, Julian asking Eustacia if she’s ever killed someone, and the lines “I carry your heart / I carry it in mine” from [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] by ee cummings. XFAU was born because I was watching the X-files, then I imagined my Warden Amell and Alistair hanging out at hotel pool, and an image of Morrigan and my Hawke (it’s a big fat clusterfuck of an au) hanging out in the rafters of an abandoned big box store.

Usually I have additional scenes to go with them (the entire ending sequence of Moon, Eustacia stopping in the middle of sex to get Asra to look at her in Ocean), so then I’ll go digging through my brain or my tags (insp, aesthetic, quotes) for more inspiration.

After that, I start writing out chunks in note apps on my phone, because it’s handy and my music is right there (THE MUSIC IS A BIG PART OF MY WRITING). I prefer Evernote and WriterPlus, and when I start something new, I make a new folder in the relevant oc’s folder. I have a lot of OC’s.

Here’s a screenshot of Moon’s folder:

You’ll notice that: #1, it took more than a month to write (probably 2 or 3, Moon really kicked my ass, not to mention my private life and the climate of the fandom was really tumultuous around then). And #2, it had a different title. I very rarely have concrete titles at the beginning.

I’ll write the bulk of the story in my notes–some of the ones in that screenshot were easily 2k words.

THEN I move onto a grown-up word processor and start sewing up the meaty chunks with connective tissue plot structure.

On Moon and Ocean, I used Microsoft word (now Apache OpenOffice bc my MSWord license ran out RIP me), but with XFAU and a Fallout 3 longfic I’ve been picking at for literal years, I use Scrivener bc it’s a really vast program with a ton of ridiculous features.

(Please note, this doc is ridiculously old, it’s just an example of how Scrivener works in the hands of an amateur, and how upsettingly cluttered I am lol.)

I go into my notes and re-type everything. EVERYTHING. It’s annoying and cumbersome and a huge time-sink, but it’s much easier to feel the flow, and I can do on the spot alterations, additions, and edits.

So if something isn’t working (Moon had a passage where Eustacia washed Julian’s hair, and Ocean had one where Asra asked what she did to earn the money she brought home when her), I cut it out immediately and dump it in a scrap document for cannibalizing later. I always save my scrap docs, and they end up being either as big, or bigger than the finished work.

I don’t have a beta, so once I’m finished I back off for a couple of hours and do literally anything else until I can come back and scan for typos or missed words. Then, because I’m an impatient bitch lol, I usually go ahead and post after a last minute decision on a title (usually poetry or lyrics bc I’m unoriginal: Ocean - All I Want is You by Barry Louis Polisar, and Moon - [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] by ee cummings), IMMEDIATELY getting off tumblr so I don’t stay up all night waiting for feedback.

And that’s it! Tip-to-tail, that’s how I Frankenstein my “proper” oneshots lol. For other things, like ask prompts or anything under/around 2k words, I write stream of consciousness in one go over one-three hours, then do some Lite Frankenstein-ing before giving it the green light.

It’s probably not helpful even a little bit, but it’s an evolving mess, and I hope it satisfied any curiosity you had! Thank you again!! 😙😙

#Anonymous #rags wrote a thing #holler holler get $#thank you so much for asking!!#self-examining this was kind of odd but very helpful! lol #long post

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douchebagbrainwaves · 4 years ago

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SO MAYBE A RECESSION IS A GOOD TIME TO START A NEW CHANNEL

Intellectually, it is just as worthwhile to design a language that talks down to them. But elegance is not an end in itself. But you can't solve the problem in a different way, but to show where languages are heading. The last time the DoD really liked a programming language, it was working with startups that made me realize where the high-paying union job came from. I don't feel like I have to bother being diplomatic with a British audience. One group got an exploding term-sheet from some VCs.1 It had the same appeal as open-source language effort like Perl or Python.2

It may seem cavalier to dismiss a language before you've even tried writing programs in it. This caught my attention because earlier we'd noticed a pattern in the least successful startups we'd funded: they all seemed hard to talk to. That doesn't mean you can ignore the economy. But other considerations can outweigh the advantages of planning, they're often outweighed by the advantages of planning, they're often outweighed by the advantages of planning, they're often outweighed by the advantages of being able to pick winners. What are you going to do? Whereas if you're writing code to make it so that you can't merely slip into doing the thing you're trying to avoid.3 Often it's one the founders themselves hadn't seen yet. The investors or acquirers chose you because you seemed hot.

Is it necessary to take risks to design a language that the very best ideas.4 And people with that attitude are the ones leaning forward eagerly, and the key to the mystery is the old adage a word to the wise is sufficient. And fortunately it has gotten very cheap to run a startup. In a sense, they are. Now it's Wepay's.5 Look in the mirror. Lisp, for List Processing, because one of his key ideas was to use a simple data structure called a list for both code and data. Google.6 They seem to be facing off in a kind of a battle of the byte codes at the moment. If I'd spent a whole morning sitting on a sofa watching TV, I'd have noticed very quickly.7 But this custom is spreading too slowly, because VCs are afraid of seeming irresponsible. They're not going to move to Albuquerque just because there are some smart hackers there they could invest in.

That's not the part to focus on. He knew a lot of different cafes, but there will be people who take a risk and use it. It was as if they'd spent the past week at acting school. The dangerous thing about investors is that hackers don't know how little they know about this strange world. Some want to believe this comes from the city's prudent Yankee character.8 Indeed, if you want to do something they'd promised to, even by being late for an appointment.9 More like the first step is to realize there's a problem. Many if not most of the time. What this means is that if someone is wise, all you have to do is give them a lead, and they'll close it, whatever type of lead it is. Throw them off a cliff, and most will find on the way down that they have a hundred different types of support people just offscreen making the whole show possible. Of course, the idea you have now won't be the last you have. What's going on here?

If there was going to be replaced by apps running on tablets. That generates almost as good. And this illustrates another advantage of investing over hiring: our relationship with them is way better than it would be a better platform for it.10 The thing is, the only investors who can do it at a low price to another of their portfolio companies. There's one other major component of determination, but they're usually trying to improve the world.11 The low cost of starting a startup, initially.12 So they'll always tend to encourage founders to follow whichever path is most immediately exciting to them.13

When they go to VC firms they have to invest $40 million each.14 But this is old news to Lisp programmers. It took a while though—on the order of 100 years.15 Structurally it is to kill. If you offend investors, they'll leave in a huff. That feels so good. I bet this isn't true.

Venture investors like companies that could go public too. The main value networks supply now is ad sales. Most founders have such low standards that they'll feel rich with a sum that doesn't seem huge to investors.16 But that's not as straightforward as it sounds, because there are no distractions. Winning is always a function of the situation and the people who thought during the Bubble. Lots of VCs rejected Google. They're less willing to invest in the best case you do it by fixing the things in the language they're using to write them. Developers have used the accelerometer in ways Apple could never have imagined.17

When we were starting to hear about byte code, which implies to me at least, exclusively for work. The advantages of doing things in software on a single device are so great that everything that can get turned into software will. Six weeks is fast. The exciting thing is that startups are not just one random type of work in which meanness and success inversely correlated?18 What they're good at is reading people, and making deals work to their advantage. In the third century BC Archimedes won by doing that. In fact I think you ought to design for the best programmers, but even the best programmers, but even if it isn't, it is at least an interesting question. I've heard of people hacking for 36 hours straight, but the relative importance of determination and talent probably do vary somewhat. For example, I'd tell myself I was only going to last a couple years, a good recipe for startups will be to look around you for things that people haven't realized yet can be made unnecessary by a tablet app. But they might as well be from a venture investor's point of view, and they don't want random people pestering them with business plans. What this means is that most VCs will only invest in you if you start to get lots of users.19

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Companies didn't start to leave.

5 year olds the truth to say for sure whether, e. There are a better user experience. In fairness, I mean that if they were already lots of back and rewrite journal entries over and over for two weeks.

The Socialist People's Democratic Republic of X is probably not far from the 1940s or 50s instead of happy. Compromising a server could cause such damage that photography has done to painting may be underestimating VCs. If the Mac was so violent that she decided never again.

New York. Another advantage of startups have over established companies can't compete on price, and would probably find it was briefly in Britain in the same ones. This flattering distinction seems so natural to expand into new markets.

If language A has an operator for removing spaces from strings and language B doesn't, that's the main emotion I've observed; but as a single snapshot, but for a group of people who will go away. The next time you raise money? We funded, summer 2010. Com.

Ian Hogarth suggests a way to predict areas where you wanted it? As the name of a long time in the first thing they'd want; it would be improper to name names, while Reddit is derived from the initial investors' point of view anyway.

I'm guessing the next Apple, maybe 50% to 100% more, while simultaneously implying that lies believed for a while ago, and each night to make a fortune in the same advantages from it, but he turned them down. There are simply the embodiment of some power shift due to Trevor Blackwell points out that this filter runs on.

There are circumstances where this is mainly due to I. Y Combinator certainly never asks what classes you took in college is much more attractive to investors, you have to put it this way, I know this is one of these limits could be adjacent. Startups are businesses; the defining test is whether you want to keep them from the compromise you'd have reached after lots of opportunities to sell things to the same investor to intro you to behave like adults.

Users judge a site not as a constituency. Maybe markets will eventually get comfortable with potential acquirers. If they want both.

Most of the living. Possible doesn't mean you should seek outside advice, and then a block later we met Rajat Suri. So where do we draw the line? Download programs to encourage startups, but as the little jars in supermarkets.

Who knew how much you get an intro to a study by the size of a reactor: the separate condenser. Acquisitions fall into a form that asks for your pitch to evolve. Geshke and Warnock only founded Adobe because Xerox ignored them.

This was certainly true in the sense of the kleptocracies that formerly dominated all the worse if you're good you are unimportant. What happens in practice money raised in an empty plastic drink bottle with a real poet. Among other things, which have evolved the way up into the shape that matters, just the location of the scholar. Perhaps this is largely determined by successful businessmen and their wives.

More precisely, there was a false positive rates are untrustworthy, as on Reddit, stories start at the wrong ISP. If doctors did the same, but this advantage isn't as obvious because it is to say Hey, that's not the primary cause. People only tend to have fun in this way.

Then Josh Wilson came in to pick the former depends a lot of people, but it wasn't. Giant tax loopholes defended by two of the Dead was shot there. VCs regularly wipe out angels by issuing arbitrary amounts of other people.

They have no connections, you'll find that with a potential acquirer unless you want to.

The danger is that you'll have to resort to raising money from good angels over a series A round about the idea that could evolve into a big success or a complete bust. That will in many cases be an anti-dilution, which draw more and angrier counterarguments. Content is information you don't see them much in the postwar period also helped preserve the wartime compression of wages—specifically by sharding it.

Bankers continued to dress in jeans and a back-office manager written mostly in good ways. So where do we draw the line that philosophy is worth more to most people don't dislike him for the reader: rephrase that thought to please the same work, the Romans didn't mean to imply that the missing 11% were probably also the golden age of tax avoidance. They thought I was a new airport.

Companies often wonder what to do with down rounds—like putting NMI on a map.

Interestingly, the Nasdaq index was. But not all equal, and both used their position to amass fortunes among the largest of their hands thus tended to make people richer.

#automatically generated text #Markov chains #Paul Graham #Python #Patrick Mooney #VCs #philosophy #damage #lead

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lrugloyak · 5 years ago

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I got to the school a little past 4. I was set on visiting the choir for their free performance bc I miss them, I wanted to help, and the stage looked EPIC. There was a message in the gc pa that they needed 4 people to help bring the food up to PAV, and I was ready to show up as a surprise. Even planned to drop by MH at the IEC Apps Or, maybe bump into him on the way. When the jeep passed our building though, I froze. I knew it wasn't what I was supposed to do, and I'm not going to blame Divine Intervention but my anxiety na lang haha. Instead, I stopped at the bigger jeep stop, walked over to the usual jeep stop, and took a red jeep.

At first, I planned to do some school work in CBTL before going to Kim's and dropping off my stuff. I ended up going straight to the condo, thinking I'd have less to no time to do it later on. On the way, I messaged Cedric, who was online. Our recent messages have been mema on my end. I wouldn't blame him for continuously inbox-zoning me. Why the fuck am I talking like this? More on that on another day. I'm tired of my friends when they value their phones and social media more than they value the people in front of them. I thought the beach trip would help. It made it worse hahaha. Anyway! There I messaged him, and he told me he was in in the area, but that he had service in an hour. Somehow I knew I was supposed to be there, but I was in no rush. I told him I'll habol if I'm not too late bc I totally forgot how terrible Katip traffic is.

Side note: Blue guard greets people with that gun-type thermometer now bc of nCov. I'd be laughing if this trend wasn't so serious. So bc of their extra secure measures to check for the virus, they cornered me to leave my ID too. I go up and leave my stuff, meet Inigo (cool dude), grab as little as I can, and run off. I decide to walk to Regis, forgetting how much farther it is from CBTL from the condo lol. But I fortunately make it to where he is by 6:10. Ced steps out of the service to pick me up right outside the elevator. His greeting hug was all I needed. My spirits were back up, and nothing prepared me for some of the feelings I got from that service.

I only really took that vid of him with his SD friends bc I didn't have other things to do haha but the rest of the time, I let myself join everyone in that room. I lost myself in the music (Laean was aMAzing), laughed with Cedric during the talk, surrendered my weight to God. Full disclosure, this was what I needed. The past night until then, I was positive I could bring myself to go to who I was planning to surprise, help and spend time w them, revisit friends from IEC -- all to feed the need I believed to be for acceptance and nostalgic review to make me feel better. But all I needed was the right acknowledgement from not just un onventional people, but people who I knew would be around no matter what. That's not to say any of the others wouldn't have done the same, for example. But it was during the service that I felt for the first time in 2 weeks that I didn't have to be afraid of what was coming. That I didn't have to be afraid of things that didn't exist. It was a celebration of what was in front of me.