#photos from back then were black-and-white can you believe it.. you have to actually look at drawings and paintings to find color

[restinpeacesensei]

traditional style 💖

[idolindrawer]

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IVE Yujin x Male Reader Smut 3.4k words

I'm not a native English speaker, so some expressions might sound odd. I'm always open to suggestions for improvement.

"Whatever you wish for will come true if you wish for it correctly,” the fortune teller says.

"That's not what I came here for," you say, stubbing out your cigarette in the ashtray with a huff of annoyance. "Don't you have any better advice?"

"This is the best advice I can give you," the fortune teller replies, completely unfazed. "The key is to do it correctly. Wishes need a trigger."

Growing increasingly irritated, you begin snapping your fingers repeatedly to vent your frustration. You came seeking guidance on how to improve your life, but this is a huge disappointment. 

The fortune teller seems oblivious to your anger and says cheerfully, "There you go, use that as your trigger. Whenever you make a wish, snap your fingers."

"This is like throwing 50,000 won down the drain," you sigh in exasperation, grabbing your bag and jacket, ready to leave the fortune teller's tent.

"Well, feel free to go,” the fortune teller says, looking surprised as if he had never met a customer who didn't believe in his words. "But it'll be worth 50,000 won if you give it a try."

Because of that fortune teller, the lunch break was wasted. You hurry along the path to your office, but as usual, you get held up by the traffic lights just 200 meters before. Being late is unavoidable.

While waiting, a bank advertisement on a nearby building catches your eyes. A celebrity girl dressed in the bank's signature green gives you a broad smile. You've seen her in other ads before. Isn't her name An Yujin or something? She must be a member of some idol group. You vaguely recall your niece being a huge fan.

Even when you look back at the red light of the traffic signal, you can’t get her out of your mind. How much did she earn from that bank ad, anyway? She’s probably around twenty, but her bank account must hold far more than my lifetime earnings... Damn it.

Seriously, if I were giving that huge amount of money to a young girl like her, I’d demand a much more provocative ad. I’d have her wear a skirt so short that her underwear can be seen in front of the press and have her shamelessly flaunt her ass to the cameras. Now that would be sure-fire marketing! You snap your fingers idly, indulging in this wicked fantasy of degrading celebrities to satisfy your ego.

Suddenly, someone's shoulder bumps into you from behind, jolting you back to reality. The light is green.

Just before leaving work, you scroll through social media and are stunned. It turns out that the girl from the ad you had seen at your lunch break was involved in a promotional event just a few hundred meters away. Moreover, she was wearing a skirt so short that it was almost revealing her underwear. The innocent young girl from the ad photo, now in a video from just two hours earlier, was dressed as if the whole of Korea had run out of fabric, shamelessly revealing her toned thighs to the gathered crowd. With a playful twirl, she revealed a glimpse of her white underwear covering her buttocks.

You happen to recall the words of that fortune teller: "Whenever you make a wish, snap your fingers." Did I actually snap my fingers? If so, then that fortune teller must have been a true psychic. If, as he said, wishes can really come true, is there anyone who wouldn't wish for something bigger?

Mesmerized by Yujin's legs on the screen, you swallow hard and imagine her sensual image. Tight-dressed Yujin is kissing in the dimly lit hotel room. As her dress is unzipped, black lace lingerie is revealed. Her buttocks are just covered with a bare minimum G-string, which she teasingly lets fall to her ankles, spreading her legs to accept the cock...

You snap your fingers once, forcefully. If this is going to work, the closer to her, the better chances might be. The event should have ended about an hour and a half ago, but is she still there? Hastily gathering your belongings, you clock out and run out of the office building towards the event venue.

The streets around the venue are teeming with people who have gathered information from social media, yet Yujin is nowhere to be seen. Disappointed to find that the event has ended, most people slowly drift into nearby cafes. Some remain standing, visibly dissatisfied, and frantically searching social media for any trace of her.

You open social media, but find it worthless due to the numerous accounts already capitalizing on her popularity and leveraging it to gain attention. “We're selling rare photo cards!” “Try this dating app for guaranteed meet-ups.” #IVE #YUJIN “Click here for an AI-generated celebrity sex tape...” In the sample video, a porn star with Yujin's face, digitally altered and occasionally glitching, kisses a naked man in a hotel room. His hand reaches for the zipper at her back, unzipping it to reveal her skin, which is trimmed with black lace lingerie...

Wait, can this really be the wish come true? The video is eerily close to what I imagined, but if this is it, then it’s a joke taken too far. The fortune teller must have been a fraud after all. Feeling everything is suddenly absurd, you shove your phone into your pocket and start walking toward the station.

Near the venue, the same posters of Yujin that you saw during the day are displayed, her trusting smile reaching out to you. The fortune teller's words echo in your mind: "The key is to do it correctly." What if the fortune teller was a genuine psychic, and the way to wish was wrong? The first wish came true, after all, and her sex was pulled off even in a rubbish way. It might be too early to conclude that he is a fake psychic.

There could be several reasons for the failure, but simply imagining her sex scene wasn't enough. That is, it requires imagining myself having sex with her. As vividly as possible, the feel of her body, myself slipping in between her legs...

You imagine carefully, snapping your fingers. Fate should take care of the rest. If this doesn't work, tomorrow I'll storm back to that fortune teller and demand my money back.

Before catching the train at the station, you detour slightly to use the public restroom. Using this station over 250 days a year, you know exactly where to find the always empty and relatively clean toilets.

You finish your business, wash your hands carelessly, and as you lift your head to see a tall girl staring at you from the mirror. Her white skirt is so short that her underwear is almost visible.

"An Yujin...ssi?"

It's definitely her. She's wearing the same outfit she had on at the daytime event, her arms crossed, looking slightly displeased at you.

"Why are you here?" you ask timidly. 

"Isn't this what you wanted?" With that, Yujin strides towards you, her hand reaching for the belt of your pants without hesitation. "Let's get this over with." 

Intimidated by the girl's boldness, you calmly scan the surroundings to ensure it’s safe, then guide her by the arm into the cleanest stall you can find.

"Are you the real An Yujin?" You whisper, keeping your voice low to avoid being heard. 

"There's another me?" She glances at you exasperatedly, then returns to dealing with your pants. With the same detachment as unlocking a door, she unbuckles your belt, lowers the zipper, and pulls off your pants. Her movements are awkward, but she's completely focused on her task, as if you weren’t even there, and that annoys you a little.

Despite her businesslike demeanor, every time her slender fingers brush against your lower body, your cock stiffens with the intimacy of contact you haven't felt in a long time and the anticipation of what's to come.

“But I haven't done anything yet?” Her fingers caress through your underwear, confirming your arousal. Looking satisfied with the heat of your groin, she smiles.

“May I take these off?” Before you can even nod, she’s already crouching down, pulling the waistband of your boxer briefs down to your ankles, revealing you completely.

Yujin remains crouched, staring at your exposed cock with interest. As you glance down, you notice her tight white mini shorts peeking out from under her skirt. Your cock responds to it, twitching with excitement before her eyes.

“You like being watched, huh?” Yujin says with a knowing smile. As she wraps her hand around your cock, giving it a few strokes, she stands up. You, expecting oral sex or something more, are disappointed and surprised. 

“Hey, is that all?”

"I'll do what you wished," she says with a mischievous grin. Then, balancing on her tiptoes and spreading her legs slightly, she holds your cock between the middle of her thighs carefully. "Feel free to move.”

You realize you've messed up again. When you snapped your fingers, you may have been too focused on her legs, and the wish was misinterpreted as thighfuck with her.

“Uh, wait a moment, let me snap my fingers again. This time, I’ll do it right,” you babble in a flustered tone, causing Yujin to look at you with curiosity. “Snap your fingers? What do you mean? Are you already satisfied?”

No way. The wish may have been downgraded, but it's the worst outcome to lose the favorable situation that's already come true. You pull yourself together and direct your full attention on the sensations of her two legs.

Her thighs are curvaceous compared to her slender waist, wrapping around your shaft and transferring her warmth from all directions. As you hold onto her thighs and move your body slowly back and forth, you can feel her bare, soft skin follow together, and the firm muscle layer beneath grips your cock tightly and never releases it.

"Your legs are incredibly gorgeous," you mutter, and for the first time, Yujin looks genuinely embarrassed. It's unclear why this celebrity girl was sent here, but it’s clear that she’s here to provide sexual services to this stranger, so why not make the most of it?

You put your hands on her hips and accelerate the reciprocating motions. As you press your lower body against her legs, the silky surface of her thighs ripples in response. Yujin grips your shoulders to stay balanced, trying to keep steady despite the constant kinetic energy. Your chin rests on her shoulder, and her hair brushes against your face. The sweet scent of her conditioner unexpectedly captivates you.

As sweat beads on your forehead, you wonder why, even though the wish was downgraded, things are still happening that you didn’t expect. Perhaps there’s no rule saying that once a wish is granted in a silly way, nothing else can occur. It might be up to the one who wished to make use of the situation.

To get the most out of the circumstances, you begin to secretly explore the boundary. Slide your hands back on her hips slightly, then cover her ass. There is no indication of her resistance. You knead on Yujin’s tight buttocks and move as if you were thrusting her. It seemed you heard a faint noise leak out of her mouth, but she didn’t stop you.

Then you bring your hands a little bit towards her waist, slipping them under the hem of Yujin’s blouse. Carefully touching her bra in her clothes, your eyes meet hers.

"Can I touch them?"

“Get it done quickly, okay?” Yujin says, looking away. You take that as approval and rub her breasts roughly. She's wearing something like a bandeau bra with no wires underneath her clothing, and you can feel the softness of her breasts even though they’re covered with the bra. But seized by an inevitable urge to see the hardness at the center, you forcefully pull the bra down.

Yujin's breasts are perfectly proportioned, and their distinct curvature and firmness bring a sense of satisfaction. When you touch their smoothness, you’re amazed to see your fingers sinking more than you expected. At the center, a reddish-brown areola the size of a coin surrounds a taut, protruding nipple. You pinch them lightly, then electricity runs through her body. She bashfully covers her mouth with the back of her hand, trying to hide her rough breath.

When you get carried away and go to kiss her, she pulls you away. With her flushed face, she said, “Focus on finishing this” while suffering the pleasure of her upper body.

As you explore Yujin’s youthful body freely, your cock is growing more sensitive and nearing release under the pressure of her thighs. However, your overwhelming passion for the ultimate goal makes it impossible to be satisfied with just releasing your desire between her legs.

“But I wanna be inside you.”

“Just come like this,” she responds bluntly. Expecting this answer, you decided to try another approach.

You stop moving for a moment, pull the hot shaft out from between her legs, lift her hips up, and then push it back in, at a higher position than before, so it can rub against her mini shorts.

“Wait, what are you…” Yujin becomes upset, but when you start moving it, she lets out a small moan. Thrusting your thickness, you can feel the softness of her pussy through the fabric. As you adjust the angle to hit her sweet spot, her hips twitch slightly in response to the pleasure.

Yujin grabs your shoulders and lowers her head, rounding her back to resist the temptation. Although you can't see her face, her shallow, quickened breaths sync with your sensation. You shift one of your hands from her hips to her chest, palming her breast and teasing her nipple with your fingertips.

Her short cry echoes in the empty train station restroom, and both you and she look at each other in surprise. The air feels frozen for a moment, but as you realize there’s no one around to hear it, you both resume the session.

As you gaze into Yujin's eyes, she meets your stare with disheveled hair and a messy face. She is flushed and damp with sweat, and her eyebrows are filled with shame and pleasure. Every time you tease her breasts with a nipple, she bites her lower lip, indicating that your treatment isn’t wrong.

“Keep going,” Yujin murmured with words that were neither order nor plea, revealing her desperate need for ecstasy. You see this as an opportunity to negotiate with her in the heat of the moment.

"After I get it into you," you say clearly, and Yujin seems unsure of how to respond, looking confused. The wish granted you fake sex with IVE's Yujin, but if you want anything more, you’ll have to achieve it on your own. So, does this mean that the An Yujin in front of you is genuinely struggling with whether or not to accept your cock, regardless of the power of the wish?

You think the last push is necessary and sneak your hand inside her shorts, searching for her clit. Her pussy is already soaking wet, and as you slide your fingers on her sensitive skin, which is coated with lube, unbearable pleasure spreads throughout her body. Yujin lets out a muffled moan, and she hugs your neck to keep herself from collapsing. Finally, she gives in and says, "Okay, okay.”

She looks at you awkwardly, pinches the waistband of her shorts, and then lowers them with a polite gesture. As she lifts her leg and removes the high heels from her shorts, you catch a glimpse of her completely shaved pussy. With a hand on the stall door, she turns around and slightly lifts her skirt, presenting her buttocks to you.

"Oppa, hurry up.”

Her curt tone sounded like a cheap whore, which rather turned you on. You place your cock against her wet labia and press gently. You are permitted to enter through her moist skin and proceed into her feverish depth. As your head glides along with her mucus walls, she groans in sensation. Retracing the path, you feel her pussy waves and grips your cock tightly, pulling you back to inside.

While you teasingly savor her insides, Yujin gestures with her sweaty hand to thrust more. You grab her waist roughly and drag her buttocks toward your pelvis. The sounds of skin slapping against skin echo through the empty restroom, her buttocks undulating, and the young idol's unrestrained cries fill the air.

Yujin's breathing becomes irregular and intense as a result of your relentless thrusting. She tries to soften the impact by moving away from you, but the small stall offers no escape. Despite her effort, the insistent slamming continues unabated, and she appears to be on the edge of collapse.

“Oppa, I need a…" She manages to whisper, shaken by the assault from behind. You pretend not to hear her while constantly stirring her pussy. You fiercely grasp the artistic shape of her ass with both hands, thrusting the heated shaft in and out of the lubricated hole in the center.

With one thrust, Yujin rounds her back and convulses her whole body. After a few seconds of trembling, exhaustion overwhelms her, and she’s about to fall. You quickly catch her, turn her around, and sit her down on the lid of the closed toilet.

Her face is flushed red, and she is barely catching her breath. Her nipples move up and down as she breathes, and her legs hang on either side of the toilet, displaying her undressed lower body. The contrast with her cheerful smile in the advertisement is intensely stimulating, but you avoid staring at her to keep her from realizing how she looks now and getting back to reality.

Yujin's inner thighs are glistening with a few streaks of wetness. You take and place them on your shoulders, inserting your still-hot cock from the front. She moans softly and becomes addicted to the sensation of your shaft stretching out her vagina.

As you push your cock through her labia and into her depth, the force causes her breasts to jiggle. You are immersed in the awareness of your movements piercing through her entire body, unable to stop yourself from moving frantically. Instinct guides your hands to her swinging breasts, your lips to her sweat-slicked neck, and then to her lips for a kiss. This time, Yujin doesn’t resist and gives in to your approach. You and this idol caress each other's lips, entwine their tongues, and share the taste of saliva.

Slamming your shaft into Yujin's pussy, you rub her clit with the thumb of one hand a few times. She twists her face and manages to remain silent in a desperate effort, but as the moment of release approaches again, her expression turns into a mix of fear and anticipation.

She presses both hands against her mouth, and after a split-second of weakness, her body trembles with orgasm on the toilet lid. Her inside is spasming around your cock, but you can't stop moving because you feel the dopamine approaching. Thrusting her lube-soaked, fluttering cunt just a few times, hot semen rushes into her depths.

Breathing heavily, you and Yujin watch the cock is pulled out of her pussy, which is glistening with mucus, and the sperm runs out. Yujin's hair is tangled, and she appears fatigued, but there is a strange satisfaction on her face as she looks at the spilled secretions.

As you're wrapping the toilet paper, you hear a few men entering the restroom. Hey, come on. It's gonna take a while to get out. The instant you are distracted by the noise outside, you feel a warm, wet touch on your lower body. Yujin is bending over, eagerly putting your cock into her mouth, and bobbing her head to suck out every last drop of your cum. Surprised, yet unable to resist the seductive sensation of her tongue gliding over your shaft, your cock quickly returns to its earlier state.

"Looks like we can't go out yet," leaving lips from your cock, Yujin whispers teasingly. "There's still time for another round, right?” she says, carefully sitting back down on the toilet lid so as not to make any noise, and spreading her graceful long legs wide.

Damn, it’s really worth 50,000 won.

[cherryystemm]

Ghost!Matt x Living!Reader

Part Three:

part one here

part two here

‼️MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of suicide🚨

This chapter WILL MENTION SUICIDE/dying/obituaries/heavy feelings.

If you are uncomfortable with the topic, please do not read.

You can’t get it out of your head.

The photo, the way Matt just… wasn’t there.

It makes absolutely no sense.

It’s just a glitch, right? Phones glitch. Technology glitches. It’s just a glitch.

“Uncle Todd?”

“Yeah, honey?” He looks up from his game of Sudoku to meet your eyes.

“You’ve got to know this guy. He’s always at the dock. Shaggy, brown hair. Blue eyes. Always wearing the same thing- a black zip-up, ripped baggy jeans, old converse that look like they’ve been through hell. He looks like he’s like 19-22 maybe?”

Uncle Todd just looks at you. “Did you get his name, y/n?”

“Yeah, his name is Matt.”

Your uncle almost drops his pen, stuttering. “Did you say Matt?”

“Yeah, Matt. Why?”

He just shakes his head, almost like he’s shaking off a terrible thought. “I don’t know him, sweetheart.”

But his reaction tells you otherwise.

You don’t press, you just go back to scrolling your Instagram, looking at what all of your college friends are doing this summer. Some are at the beach, some are visiting their hometowns, some are still at college, working through the summer semester to finish their degrees. You wish you could have a carefree summer. A summer without worrying about this mysterious boy.

It’s Sunday, the restaurant is closed, but your uncle has you in his back office, sorting through old papers, getting rid of clutter.

You stumble across an old photo, the back reading “Todd, Matt, and the rest of the Sturniolo gang.

Todd’s high school graduation

May ‘94”

You flip the black and white Polaroid photo over, seeing your uncle in his graduation gown & cap with three other boys, arms all around each other, grinning from ear to ear. You inspect the photo, heart basically dropping down into your ass. You can hear your pulse in your ears, your blood runs cold.

That’s him. That’s YOUR Matt. That’s the Matt you see at the dock.

“Uncle Todd! Uncle Todd!” You’re yelling like you’re dying.

Your uncle runs in, breathless.

“Damn, are you okay? I thought you were damn dying!” He breathes out, almost mad.

“This is him. This is Matt. This is who I see at the dock.” You show your uncle the old photo.

“Stop playing with me. That’s not funny.”

“I’m serious, Uncle Todd! This is him!! I’m not playing with you,” you explain, trying to get him to believe you.”

“That’s impossible,” he tells you, “that was my best friend, Matt. He was two years older than me. He died in July of 1994, y/n.”

Your breath hitches, you feel physically nauseous.

There’s no way, you know you’re not crazy.

You KNOW that this is the boy you’ve been seeing.

“What… happened?” You look up from the photo, meeting your uncle’s glazed eyes.

“He… he killed himself,” your uncle takes off his glasses, rubbing an open palm from forehead to his chin. “He battled demons we didn’t know about. We didn’t have the mental health care or help that we have now. He didn’t feel like he could talk to any of us without seeming weak…” he trails off, “I wish I could’ve helped him. I miss him every day.”

You give your uncle a hug, resting your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry about your friend.”

You decide to do your own research, you know there’s no way you’re seeing a GHOST. A dead man.

You make your way down to the local library, head in the clouds, the boy on your mind.

You walk into the stained glass doors, a bell ringing as you swing it open.

“Good afternoon, young lady,” the older man at the desk greets you, “is there anything I can help you find?”

“Uh, yeah. Do you have old obituaries?” You ask, almost shamefully.

“I sure do, anyone you’re looking for specifically?”

“Yeah, yeah… uh, Matt Sturniolo?”

The man looks at you with an odd look in his eyes, “you said Matt Sturniolo? Uh, yeah, I have his over here, actually,” he says almost hesitantly. He picks up a large book, flipping through the pages of various copies and newspaper clippings.

“Okay, here it is. Matthew Sturniolo.”

Handing you the book, he gives you your space as you find a seat at an old, wooden table with matching wooden chairs. You begin to read the obituary of the boy you’ve been seeing.

Matthew Bernard Sturniolo

August 1, 1973-July 5, 1994

You feel your eyes glaze over with your own tears, threatening to spill over onto the old paper.

Matthew Bernard Sturniolo passed away on Tuesday, July 5th, 1994, in his home.

He is survived by his loving parents, James and Mary Lou Sturniolo, his older brother, Justin Carey, triplet brothers, Nicolas Sturniolo and Christopher Sturniolo, best friend, Todd West, as well as a host of other family, grandparents, cousins, and friends.

Matthew will be missed terribly.

And that was all.

You hadn’t even realized the tears in your eyes have began to fall until one lands on the newspaper, smearing the old ink.

You walk back up to the older man, “could I uh, make a copy of this?”

“Of course. Let me do it for you.”

He makes a copy of the old obituary and hands it to you. “You know, Matt was a great kid. His parents and I were close friends. I haven’t seen them since right after he passed… they moved away pretty quickly. They lived in the old lakehouse that Todd West owns now.” He explains, not realizing that Todd was your uncle.

You feel your heart pound again, cold sweat forming above your brow.

“Uh, thanks, thanks for the help,” you grab the copy quickly, and push your way back out the door, stumbling to catch your breath.

And there he was. Sitting outside of the library, toothpick between his teeth, lounged back on the bench.

Like he knew, like he was waiting for you.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading & for all of the love so far! And as always, thank you to my bestie girl @sturnsblogs for all of her help. 🖤

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[leaawrites]

Good Graces (LN4)

Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: when he does something suspect, he has to live with the consequences. Unless he stays in her good graces.

Warnings: swearing, talk about insecurities, almost breaking up, fluff, a bit of angst, secret relationship

Wordcount: 1.8k

Masterlist, Short n'Sweet Series

She could tolerate a lot, she really could. But a line must be drawn before everything and a thin one can have contrasts like no other. White can turn into black in a mere second by one wrong step. Or one too much.

“You’ve been acting so weird lately,” Lando said, standing on the opposite side of the room. Hands on his hips and a sour look on his face.

The photos and the rumors were enough to make her mad, though she decided to keep quiet until she saw him in person again. Now, that he was home, standing in front of her, she cornered him the moment he walked into the apartment. Instead of a sweet kiss he was greeted by red eyes and a mad woman.

It wasn’t the first thing he said, it wasn’t even the second or the third. But slowly, with every question following the last, his worry turned into annoyance. The jet lag taking a tool on him. All he wanted was to lie in bed with his girlfriend and cuddle until it was all over, but she wasn’t having it. She could tolerate a lot, but him overstepping the line with every rumor he doesn’t shut down and letting people believe what was not true and only feeding into their take on his reality even more was becoming too much.

“I’m acting weird? You’re being out more with this girl than your own girlfriend at this point,” she defended herself. Tears threatening to spill once more. Spilling more of her feelings than she ever meant to reveal.

“I’m with you every second I can get off from work. I take time off from my sleep to talk to you no matter how late it is, what are you talking about?” His voice got harsher the more he talked.

“You know how I feel about you hanging out with her so much,” she tried getting her point across. “You know it and still you go on vacation with her! Fucking vacation, Lando! I wasn’t even there, I was working and had to find out over fucking Instagram.”

“I told you, that I was going with friends and you were fine with that!”Lando stepped closer to you, his arms flying around the air with every word he spoke.

“I thought it would just be Max or so.”

“Why are you so god damn insecure?”

When you overstep that line it’s hard to get back, but it’s easy to notice. It’s easy to notice to everyone involved. Lando notices as his eyes go wide, filling with guilt, noticing his stupidity. He started stuttering and stumbling over his words, trying to fight his way back but she wouldn’t let him. Not like that.

“Oh, I’m sorry that I actually care about this relationship,” she said, walking past his frozen body and towards their bedroom. “Seems like I’m the only one.”

Flowers and chocolates in the morning wouldn’t get her to soften at the mere sight of it, Lando knew that. He needed something more, something better and more validating. Something that truly showed he cared about them. And when she walked into an empty apartment the next morning with flowers and chocolate decorating the dinner table, she knew it would just be the beginning of a very long week of putting down her lover.

Messages were next, hundreds of texts and even more little letters hidden away in pockets or on his pillow when she woke up alone once again. ‘I love you’s’ or ‘I hope you’re having a great day’. Sometimes little drawing were next to the words, and sometimes he left a flirty comment. But after all it were just written words, not spoken ones.

“Maybe you’re expecting too much?” One of her friends said as Y/n complained to her about the situation and how Lando seemed to still not have time for her. It even seemed like he was just more distant now. Maybe she was too much. Maybe she wanted too much for a woman in love with a racing driver.

“I just want to feel validated,” she confessed, taking another sip of her drink. “Is that really expected too much?”

Maybe she expected too much from the wrong person, she thought as she laid in bed that night.

“Lando,” she called out once she heard the door to their apartment open. Footsteps stopping for a moment to listen carefully if he’d just imagined her calling out to him or if it was real. When she repeated it he finally closed the door and stepped into the living room.

Seeing his girlfriend up at this hour with her laptop prepped up on her legs and working, the TV playing some show or movie in the background. Glasses on her face.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted her, walking up to her and kissing her head.

Looking over her shoulder to see the screen in front of her filled with work stuff. Stuff she assumed he was never interested in. Truth been told, he enjoyed listening to her talk about her job. It felt like a completely different life in contrast to his. Nothing there was filled with paparazzi or strict diets and work-out plans. She actually had time off. Colleagues she didn’t had to fight with in order to keep her job. Colleagues that were completely different people on and off track. For her, it was all one straight, maybe with some curbs or turns on the way, but never too many for her to get as impacted by it as he did.

“What are you working on?”

“Oh, nothing important. Just lousy work stuff.” Shutting the laptop as he sat down next to her, she put it away to turn to him fully. She didn’t want to loose him, she really didn’t. But some things were meant to be spoken out loud, no matter the outcome. “I wanted to talk to you, actually. That’s why I stayed up.”

“What about?” He threw an arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer and resting his lips on her hair.

“I knew, I couldn’t talk to you in the morning because you’d already be busy when I wake up and after training and everything you’d pack your stuff, game a bit and then get ready for bed early to get your plane tomorrow.” She took a deep breath, sitting up and looking at him properly. “I want you to be completely honest with me and I want you to know I will not hate you, OK?”

“Baby, you’re scaring me. What’s up?” Lando looked genuinely, sickly worried. Sitting up straight to show his concern, taking her hands in his.

“If you wanna break up with me, say it. I can’t take more distance or confusion. I just want clearance and if that is us breaking up, I think it’d be better than dancing around each other as if we’re just roommates or some shit.”

His whole face dropped at the proposal, she could see it all unfold in front of her. His jaw went slack, his eyes grew wider and it seemed like all of the colour left his face the moment her words were spoken. “No, no, no, no,” he quickly said, taking her shoulder and rushing out every word he could think of. “I - fuck, no. That was never even a thought I had. God, please don’t think that. I was just so busy with everything going on at the moment, you know. The potential Championship and having to show that I deserved that seat at McLaren. I don’t want you to think that, ever. OK?”

“I just thought, maybe you were getting bored of me. With all the other stuff happening around you.”

“I could never get bored of you.”

If only there was proof to his words. Proof she could rely on. She was supposed to trust him blindly, so why did it seem so unbearable now? The thought of relying solely on one person and their words. He said that now, but what would be in a few years? What would be after another holiday she couldn’t accompany him on? What would be after another long, drunk night in a club he was in alone? Without her. All because of work, all because she couldn’t go with him and had to stay home. All to keep their relationship hidden and safe from the public. Only that it was breaking behind the curtains.

“I don’t think I can go on like this any longer,” she finally said what had been on her mind for weeks now. “I love you, I really do. But I can’t help but think that maybe we aren’t meant to be together for longer than now.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m being ridiculous?”

He had to be kidding, right? He had to. How was she being ridiculous in this moment? All she said was valid, right? Right?

“How can you firstly think, that I’m gonna get bored of you, when you’re literally the most interesting, funniest, most beautiful person, I’ve ever met. Secondly, I believe I have a word to say about this relationship and it’s future as well. I hated the thought of sharing you with the public and all it’s opinions. But the more I thought about it, I don’t hate showing you off.”

“Hold up.” She put her hands up to make him stop talking, looking at him directly and serious. “What are you trying to say? I’d like a short summary of the whole speech and all I haven’t yet heard, of course.”

“Of course,” he nodded with a smile on his face. “Y/n Y/l/n, I love you and if you’re willing to, I would like to make you my publicly known girlfriend.”

“I think I’m gonna faint actually,” she joked with a still rather straight face. “Are you being serious?”

“You can take Thursday and Friday off of work and come with me and Max on his private jet. Kelly said she missed you, so that would be the prefect opportunity for you to catch up and meet all the others. I’d be perfect,” he started rambling his already made up plan. A huge smile covering his face and excitement radiating from him not going unnoticed by no one. “What do you say?”

“I-,” she started talking, but quickly cleared her throat when her voice went an octave higher than normally. “Yeah, I’d love to. I’ve thought about it as well, actually. I know it could be hard, but I’m willing to go through that, with you.”

Capturing her lips with his, she knew this was worth it. The sole feeling of him against her was enough to make was between them worth fighting for. A simple touch and he made her feel whole, and vice versa.

Pulling away from his lips, she pointed her finger at him, “But I swear, you do something suspect and you can kiss my ass goodbye. I’m not kidding.”

“Me neither, baby. Me neither.”

[bluehoodiewoozi]

Hii!! I just love serenity street 17 so much, the stories are all so wholesome and cute! 🥹

Idk if you're still taking ss17 bonus requests but it would be good to see from Wonwoo and his fiance. It's been a minute since we saw them. Maybe a drabble about them bringing Sock to home?

Hope you are doing great! Lots of love 💕

Hi! Thank you for the sweet words and the request! I hope you'll like it!

Word Count: 772 /// Warnings: none /// requests for more Serenity Street 17 content are open!

“I can’t believe he’s ours,” your voice was barely a whisper as you spoke. “Look at him, he’s so tiny.”

Wonwoo would’ve laughed if he wasn’t filled with similar awe and a feeling eerily similar to worry. His eyes were locked on the tiny being, memorising each rise and fall of his tiny chest, and the very pattern of his black fur. “He’s perfect.”

After many weeks of preparation, the two of you had finally brought home your first cat – your downstairs neighbour’s cat’s kitten who had stolen your heart with his white whiskers and loud purrs. Gently pressing him to your chest, you had dutifully refused to let go of him the whole trek up the stairs. Not even your fiancé could be trusted with your new baby; frankly, you weren’t sure you could be trusted with him either.

“Do you think he’ll like his new room?” you wondered, finally daring to let your eyes wander from his fluffy form and onto the decorations of the spare bedroom. 

True to your word, you had let Wonwoo paint the walls red and set up his computer in here. It seemed only fitting to let the new cat have the rest of the room, filled with several cat beds (which you had spent hours picking out at the pet store, with neither of you being able to decide which plush fabric was plushy-er and so you just got all of them), three-story climbing trees, toys and scratching pads. 

You realised that a large box labelled as a bookshelf still remained untouched next to the armchair. The armchair you had started assembling this morning, before giddiness got the best of you and you all but dragged your fiancé down the stairs to Elise’s apartment. You needed to deal with that soon. After you were sure your baby was comfortable in his new home.

This time Wonwoo couldn’t help but snort. “Darling, it’s a cat. He’ll like it either way.”

“What if the red walls are too bright for him? I knew we should’ve gone for the darker burgundy. It feels too crimson in here–” 

“Once again, it’s a cat. I doubt he can tell the difference between crimson and burgundy.” 

(He bit his tongue before he could foolishly admit that he himself struggled to tell the difference. His energy was much more productively spent reaching for the tiny kitten and giving his tummy a gentle scratch.)

Letting out a loud purr, the cat – Socks, as the two of you and his mother’s owner had aptly named him for the white socks his fur formed at the feet – spread out on his back.

You let out an equally loud sound of pure adoration, squeezing your hands against your chest to keep from squishing the new member of your family in an act of cuteness aggression. Your phone was out not long after, the camera app already loading up as you prepared to take as many photos as you could of the adorable sight. Maybe even a video  or five for good measure.

“He’s not entirely black,” Wonwoo noted softly, stroking the small patch of white fur on the kitten’s chest. “At least he’ll be easier to find in the dark.”

“You’d probably find a way to stumble on him anyway,” you grumbled under your breath while adjusting your phone to get the best angle. “God, he’s just perfect from every angle.”

“Of course,” he laughed and nudged your shoulder, “he’s our son after all. He takes after me.”

“You wish. I bet he’s a momma's boy.” You considered for a moment. “Actually, he’d better be a momma’s boy because I’m the one who bought and built him the cat trees!”

He raised a brow. “I helped.”

“You’re just trying to take the credit.” Another worried thought passed right through you. “Do you think he has enough toys? Is two cat trees enough? Should we get him a bigger scratching pad? Oh my god, baby, what if he doesn’t like the food we bought him?!”

His warm hand landed on your shoulder. A kiss was pressed to your cheek. “How about we take a quick family nap and worry about it later?”

“Family nap?” The thought alone made you giddy once again. You leaned into his side, resting your head on his chest as he reclined against the wall. “I knew I married the right guy.”

His chest rumbled with laughter. “You haven’t married me yet.”

“But I fully intend to. Soon. You’re not getting rid of me. Ever.” Your eyes fell closed. “Socks can be our ring carrier.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, darling.”

[ccoconutmall]

THIS WAS A SET UP??!

⪼ home

smiling, toge gently set yuta’s phone back on the table it laid on previously. you’d actually believed he was yuta, honestly, toge’s shocked how well he managed to sound like him. “i’m out, yuta! i gotta study for this test tomorrow!” toge called out to yuta who was still in the bathroom taking his shower. “mkay! just close the door on the way out!” he screamed back from behind the bathroom door. the click of the front door could barely be heard from the rushing water. you had gotten yuta’s location after ‘he’ had asked you to come over. for someone you thought was so shy, he sure was pretty forward in that moment. you thought it’d take another 3 years before yuta adjusted to you even being in his life, let alone inviting you over to stay at his dorm. 

you played your music quietly in your headphones as you searched for his dorm. purposely walking just a little bit slower so you could enjoy your music a little more. when you saw the dorm number, you double checked to make sure you weren’t at some other guy’s dorm at almost 10 pm. after knocking on his door, you heard the quiet taps of footsteps and shuffles come to the door, and when he opened it… 

all your eyes could focus on was the fact he was shirtless, drying his damp hair with a small white towel. “hm?” your mouth felt dry, and he didn’t even notice it was you until he opened his eyes and saw you staring at him. his face turning a bright shade of red when he noticed that he was partially naked, in front of the person he actually really fucking likes. ‘y-yn?!” he couldn’t help his stutter. he didn’t even know you were coming, or how you got his dorm number, but in all honesty, he didn’t mind one bit. 

“is this a bad time..? i can go back.. but i you called me over this late and…” you rambled a little and yuta was trying to hide his goofy little grin before the realization hit him. “wait… i invited you? i’ve been in the shower for the past… toge.” he mumbled the last bit before he let you into his dorm. everything was so yuta. from the dirty white converse that lay messily by the front door, to the taped posters on his walls. his small kitchenette was in an organized mess and pictures hung neatly against his black fridge. 

when you walked into the kitchen, you noticed one of the pictures. a small 4 picture strip the two of you guys took at the fair. your smile grew, as you looked back at him. his toned muscles were the first thing in your view as he had his back faced away from you so he could talk to toge. all the other pictures were of him on various trips, his friends and what looked like him and a little girl next to each other, dated in 2007. he clicked off his phone and walked up to you. 

‘yeah toge invited you to stay… if you’re not comfortable then you don’t have to stay if you don’t want..” he sounded serious, but you couldn’t help but look down “yu… are you wearing minecraft boxers?” he quickly looked down and went behind the counter to cover his lower body. “oh my god… i forgot i was like… completely naked! let me get dressed!” he went to run to his room but you held his wrist gently and laughed “they’re cute! i didn’t think you’d have something like that!” he looked at you. why wasn’t he as embarrassed as he should be? all he could think about was you, your smile and the way your eyes closed when you smiled widely. 

clearing his throat, he looked at you, trying to change the topic and skew it away from his boxers. “i saw that you were looking at the pictures on the fridge…” you were reminded of the pictures. specifically the one of you two that resided directly in the middle, like he’d saved that space just for you. “yeah! i see you put our picture up!” he smiled and recalled the memory. 

“c'mon yuta! let’s take a picture!” you pulled him into the photo booth. after all the riding around you guys did, it was nice to get a small break in between. you grabbed a $5 out of your purse and put into into the slot. he thought the flashing light just made your face 10 times more radiant than normal. “do a silly face!” you grabbed him and pulled him close. his heart practically jumped out of his chest when he felt the warmth of your hand grip his arm. he copied your face before you directed him to make more faces. but the last one was different, you had blown a kiss towards the camera and he just couldn’t stop staring at you. your lipgloss made your lips plump and shiny, and that was all he could think about. when the photos were finished, you left the booth to look at the two strips of pictures with a smile. 

“ugh! i love these so much!” you exclaimed before gently setting them into your purse, and him, his pocket before going off to the next ride. 

“yeah. i really like those ones.” he looked at them longingly before you pointed at the other picture you were looking at. “who’s this?” your finger leading up to the dated picture, you looked over at him as he bent down to look at where your finger was pointed. “that’s me and my little sister, i was 6 and she was 5, so we were probably on our way to school then.” he laughed and looked over. “you’d like her alot, she’s really sweet. i think you two would have a lot in common.” 

the two of you were up for a while, just talking. before you felt your eyelids grow heavy. you laid on his couch and closed your eyes. he hadn’t even noticed you fell asleep until he looked over and noticed how slow your breathing got. you looked at peace. he went over to you before gently picking you up off the couch and to his bedroom. he laid you on his bed and covered you in his blanket, the smell of him filling your nose. he pushed your hair back slightly and kissed your forehead before making his way back to the living room with a blanket to sleep on his couch, while you laid comfortable in his room.

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[sstan-hoe]

𝑷𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒊

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — actor!aemond targaryen × fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — life with aemond is always risky...but not just because of his status in society. No, more because he likes doing risky activities...

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — smut, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, getting caught, public sex

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — well, what more can I say besides the fact, that the new trailers awaked something in me? Team black forever, I'll just take aemond as a prisoner

A happy sigh left your mouth as you leaned your back against Aemond while his fingertips graced along your arms.

He had found a cinema with the opportunity to watch a movie while laying comfortably in your seat and god was it amazing.

And another plus point, the cinema was rather outside the city and as a result not as crowded, meaning no paparazzi or fans were around.

You and Aemond were in the last row, giving your man enough privacy to trail his hand from your arm down to your sweats. “Aemond!” You whisper-shouted trying to slap his hand away but instead he gripped your wrist with his free hand, caging you in between his arms.

“Come on love, live a little…” He chuckled, his lips lightly gazing your cheek.

You rolled your eyes at his words, Aemond lived for those risky sex moments. While you did enjoy them, you often come too close to getting caught.

“Aemond, we almost got caught last time!” You complained as his finger slipped into your panties, and that gods forsaken pussy of your betrayed you once again by getting wet just from his voice.

“Quite a tone you have there...you are really serious huh?” He asked with amusement dripping from his voice.

“You’re soaked for me, my little whore is turned on by getting caught,” Aemond drags his fingers through your folds, rubbing your clit gently. A whimper left your lips as he put pressure into his movements.

Suddenly a white light filled the cinema and it surly wasn’t the movie.

Aemond looked around, his eye scanned his right side and locked with the ones of a paparazzi. The actors face was filled with rage, he pulled his hand away from you and gently pushed you to the side.

“What the actual fuck man? How much of a perv do you have to be, taking a photo of my girl and I? You better get your ass out of here before you don't feel your face anymore, sick fuck!” He yelled at the paparazzi who scrambled out of the theatre.

“Come on, we’re leaving and tomorrow we will go to the police, and I will call my agent.” Aemond promised you softly, taking your hand to help you stand up.

Tears threatened to leave your eyes as you walked out of the cinema. A crowd of paparazzi were waiting outside, all of them making photos of Aemond and you. “Shut those fucking cameras off!” the blonde snapped at one of them who held the camera close to your face.

You could hear them ask questions, but you didn’t know what they said, too focused on getting out of there.

When you were finally inside the car you took a deep breath, though your exhaling was shaky. Aemind grabbed your hand giving it a gently squeeze before starting the engine, “we will be home any second love, I promise,” he whispered while stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

You nodded at him to let him know that you were listening. He always wanted to here you say that you were with him in situations like this, however at the moment was all you could offer him.

The car came to a stop in front of your apartment, Aemond walked over to your side and opened the door for you helping you out of the car. “I’m gonna make you a hot chocolate, how does that sound?”

His thumb graced over your cheekbone as he smiled at you. You didn’t answer his question, instead you slowly realized what happened. “They saw us…that man took a photo of us, while you had you hand in my pants…oh god they caught us! What are we going to do?”

“Tomorrow I will go to the police, make an indication, call my agent and we will sue them yeah?”

“But what if they use it against us? I don’t believe it's allowed to do that,” your eyes were filled with fright as your mind imagined all the possibilities, on how this could be used against you.

“Maybe, but what that man did was far worse than our little adventure and even if they use it against us do you know how many people are on our side? Aegon, Rhaenyra, Daemon, Haelena and those were only a few!” He tried to reassure. You wanted to believe him so bad but a voice in your head told you the oppisite.

“And they won’t think I’m a…slut?” “Oh, god my love no! You are not a slut, it was my fault we got caught, okay? I made you do this, it's all my fault.”

His large rough, but gentle hands cupped your cheeks as the tears you tried to hold back streamed down your face. Aemond lead you to the couch and brought a tissue up to your cheeks, drying your tears.

“It's you and me against the world, yeah? We did that and it was okay, you are not a slut, and that man is a sick perv who will get at least liberty punishment and with our lawyer he will end up in prison.”

The tears slowly stopped, your vision was still blurry, but you could make out how Aemond looked at you, with so much love and care. “I love you and I’m sorry we got caught my beautiful girl,” he whispered against your lips.

“I love you too,” you replied sealing your lips in a soft, slow kiss that was filled with passion.

“I’m going to make sure that paparazzi gets what he deserves,” Aemond promised you as he carefully pulled away from your soft lips, giving you one last kiss before he stood up.

“Hot chocolate?” “With marsh-“ “Marshmallows I know,” he gave you a cute smile before vanishing in the kitchen.

He knew that by tomorrow the whole internet would be flooded with the picture, but with you by his side he knew that he could go through hell and back, with smile as if you just told him, you loved him.

[blackdollette]

"got your bible, got your gun." || part two.

꒰ ៹ . "𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄. "

peppers. - lana del rey

୨୧˖-ׁ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: it was your little way of trying to butter him up...

꒰ ៹ . ୨୧˖ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: new ! bau ! female ! reader x jealous ! spencer

꒰ ៹ . ୨୧˖ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 917

꒰ ៹ . ୨୧˖ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: spencer being slightly perverted

ㅤㅤㅤ꒰ ៹ . 🍒 previous chapters: 𝐈

you swiftly travelled across the office holding a stack of hot cups in your hands.

the small mountain of coffee began to disappear as you distributed each drink to the designated person. it was surprising how much you could learn about a person just from the way they took their coffee. 

hotch liked his black, mirroring his stoic, almost bitter disposition. garcia took hers with an abundance of cream and sugar, the pale, sweet liquid going against what the average adult would choose to consume on a typical monday morning. morgan matched garcia, but chose use more coffee than milk to give his drink a darker hue. jj took hers white with no sugar, prentiss took hers black with four teaspoons of it. and spencer, the obvious outlier…

“earl gray tea, dr. reid?” your voice chirped him out of his studious haze, him leaning back slightly in his chair to find the owner of the voice. he narrowed his eyes slightly, removing his glasses and hooking them onto his collar. he hummed with traces of disdain, trying to pick out something, anything to point out. he waited a beat before plucking the cup out of the grip, taking a slow sip and swallowing the hot liquid in one swift movement. his fixed eye contact suggested that he was unpleased, but the almost unnoticable flicker in his gaze screamed otherwise.

“thank you.” he accentuated his consonants in an extra crisp manner, setting the cup down with great care. you nodded, navigating your way over to your desk (which just so happened to be directly across from him.)

“anytime. have there been any new cases yet?” you took this little interaction the strike up conversation with the only person who hadn’t fallen head over heels for you yet.

spencer shook his head, disloging a few strands of hair from his artfully scruffy hairstyle. “not yet. we’re still working on the case of three women in their mid-20s who were brutally raped before being decapitated.” spencer grimaced as the words left his mouth, but didn’t let you catch a glimpse of it. truth was, he tried to make it sound a lot more gruesome than it actually was just to scare you. he wanted to get some sort of imperfect reaction out of you. 

you raised an eyebrow, humming as you shuffled through a few papers on your desk. “sounds thrilling.” your tone was flat, almost sarcastic. 

he took another quick swig of his drink, stealing little glances at your desk. you had had it set up after 10 minutes of being moved in. neat binders containing whatever you believed needed to be concealed, an assortment of pens, organized in rainbow order, and a few makeup items which looked practically untouched. spencer knew that colleagues weren’t supposed to profile eachother, but he could practically see “control freak” written on your forehead. that was the only explanation as to how you knew what drink he took in the morning.

“how’d you know, anyway?” he mumbled, covering half his face with a few pictures of the butchered women on the case files.

your head shot up. “how’d i know what?” you leaned forward slightly, making him subconsciously back away the same amount in response.

“that i drink tea, not coffee?” he didn’t mean to sound mildly irritated, but he had never been good at properly masking his true feelings. you shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “a girl never reveals her secrets.” he snorted out a small laugh. figures. he’d already found that out when he saw the binders. 

you pursed your lips, curiosity bubbling in your gut. “hey, can i see those? the photos of the victims. i think i may know how to help.” spencer’s brow furrowed. he hesitantly extended his arm to hand you the pictures, but stopped halfway. “what would you be able to do that i can’t? i assure you that i am fu-” you grabbed the papers from him, springing out of your seat and rushing out of the room. between your “take-charge” attitude and that little skirt that rode up your thighs with your quick steps, he found that he was seething once again.

“damn… she’s smoking hot, isn’t she?”

spencer jumped, morgan’s taunting catching him by surprise again. and at the worst possible time too, just as he was staring at the view from behind.

“knock it off, morgan… how do we even know for sure if she’s legal or not? the kid probably can’t drink!” he could feel his cheeks burning red.

“i could say the same about you, kid.” morgan swatted the glasses off of spencer’s collar, laughing as the boy bent down to pick it up. now he was angry, jealous, and had that unmistakable sizzle growing in his stomach. morgan patted him on the back, dropping his voice down.

“just… take it easy, kid. a girl like that usually only comes around once in a life time. but it looks like she’s here to stay. go get her, tiger.”

spencer grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets. “i’m not gonna ‘get the girl’. i don’t even want her, man.” 

morgan shot him a half grin, slapping him on the shoulder before sauntering off, leaving spencer as a sputtering mess. there went any chance of him starting to warm up to you. this interaction had thrown him off more than ever, leaving him with no desire to fight the urge to keep you as far away as possible. but morgan had been wrong about one thing:

‘smoking hot’ was a gross understatement.

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[ladyamanda123]

You guys….my head just EXPLODED

🤯🤯🤯

Okay bare with me here because my thoughts are literally chaos right now! Going to try and take you through the ninja katana that just happened to my brain!

1. Everyone has been focusing on this album being white. Taylor wore a white dress, Taylor used the 🤍, etc etc

This has been bothering my photographer mind since I very first saw the cover. That cover is not black and white. That cover is Sepia.

Rep is Black and white…..Folklore as well (though more muted and grey than stark black and white like Rep)

Poets is Sepia!

Now obviously there is no Sepia heart emoji so it could be that simple BUT Taylor is a mastermind and she doesn’t do accidents. The Sepia toned album cover is not white and that immediately drew attention to it when everyone is focused on the white aspects (which also lended itself nicely to the Rep TV/Poets bait and switch)

2. So I decided to go learn about the history of Sepia and quickly came across this very interesting article. I started reading. Immediately aspects of this colours history started setting off lightbulbs 💡

Sepia comes from the Cuttlefish’s defence mechanism. When under attack the cuttlefish releases a cloud of ink to distract the predator and make a swift (SWIFT!!) escape!?!?

Already we have the ink tie in specifically mentioning jet black (like the octopus and squid) but the cuttlefish’s defender cloud is sepia……this album is a defence mechanism so she can distract the predators (hetlors/the press) to make her escape to safety. It’s the bait and switch. The distraction. The decoy.

This was already enough to have my jaw on the floor…but wait! There’s more!

3. Sepia’s use in photography…

This love story began in black and white…in Reputation.

🎶I once believed love would be black and white….but it’s golden (Daylight)

This cover photo is very clearly Daylight after the long and tortured Midnight….now she only sees Daylight!

Sepia has come to represent a by-gone age….

Everyone thinks that Kaylor is over and done. Just an ended friendship, a burned bridge, no longer relevant…but the act of making that relationship look old was actually used to preserve that love and allow it to be long lasting!

There’s also the very obvious photography connection with the Polaroids significance to Kaylor.

Also note the nod to 1920s….along with the Clara Bow track pointed at that era here’s another possible link to the roaring 20s

Another link to Daylight coming after Midnight…the opening of the Karma music video shows the Midnights album which turns into a golden sunlight over the golden Taylor statue. Midnight to Daylight.

So as if all of this wasn’t already enough I kept reading and the next paragraph made me scream…..

The Wizard of FUCKING OZ you guys!!!!

(Side note that we have the Blake/Taylor Dorothy and Ariel combo call back here as well! Worth noting maybe Daddy I Love Him will shed some light on this Halloween Party…we know our 🎃 anon wanted us focusing on Halloween! Maybe this evening was significant in the story!)

So everyone thinks of it as black and white but it’s actually Sepia…..yes yes go on…..

So you’re telling me to create the illusion (🎶All eyes on me your illusionist) of sepia to colour they were using a body double. A double! A bait and switch! A stand in! Like every single beard relationship and every single Karlie stand in we have been seeing lately! Blake at Beyonces premiere….Keleigh at the Golden Globes, Keleigh as the bride, etc etc etc.

Slight of hand, more illusions and bait and switch imagery to make the art work and the magic happen.

Holy Shit!!!

I need to go pass out now!

Link to the Sepia article:

[spikek1tty]

When I'm Down on My Knees, You're How I Pray

Summary: While in Bjorns room you uncover some of your missing belongings leading to a deeper realization of Bjorn's feelings towards you.

context: smut, masturbation, oral, pain kink?, degradding?, virgin reader?, weirdo Bjorn??, not proofread, not accurate to alien universe at all

a/n: no cause we are pegging bjorn next!!

Walking up the steps of Bjorn and Navarro's trailer, where the group would be spending friday night at, you try and push the door open, the lock preventing it in doing so. You must be the first one here, after an exaggerated sigh you dig through your bag in search of the keys. You push the door in, closing it behind you. It's been a while since you've came by, the group usually spent nights at your trailer as you live alone. Walking further into the trailer, towards the familiar door with the fading sharpie drawn skull, leading into Bjorn's room. It was a mess, a habit he never seemed to ditch.

You didn't want to be in your work clothes for the rest of the night, you settle on stealing Bjorn's clothes as it would fit slightly looser than Navarro's would. Looking around for a second your eyes land on a gray hoodie, one that didn't look too dirty and wasn't totally overpowered by sweat and shitty cologne Bjorn wore. Ripping your uncomfortable shirt off along with the dirty pants, slipping on the hoodie you suddenly felt anew, you would wait until everyone arrived to put on a pair of Bjorns boxers.

You sigh once again looking at the mess around you, quickly picking up dishes and cans of beer carefully dropping them off in the kitchen sink. Running back to pick up dirty clothes and tossing them into the laundry basket in the corner of the room. You plop down on the bed after the many trips to the kitchen. The room slightly cleaner though, not clean enough.

Continuing to tidy up for him, not knowing if he'll even notice. Your eyes land on a contrast of colors, something you couldn't believe you didn't notice before. The white fabric that you lost a couple weeks ago, one that was your favorite, hanging from the dresser. You quickly pull the fabric out, holding it carefully in your hands as if it were an artifact. Why would Bjorn have it. Did you misplace it? You place the fabric down, sitting down at the edge of the bed and get back to cleaning. You could ask bjorn about it later.

Opening the bedside drawer to put in stray items that sat atop. Inside the drawer you see a stack of photos, picking them up deciding to invade his privacy. You smile, the first, a picture forcibly taken by his mother, your arms thrown around his neck and him with an upset expression plaster on his face. The next picture one of you with and Kay. The next is you...sleeping. Not as weird as the last two pictures, though both also of you sleeping, the straps of your tank top you wore seemed to have slipped, exposing your bare chest. The last, a meticulously taken picture of just your breasts. A knot forms in your throat, scooping the pair of panties you figured at this point Bjorn must've stole from you. Why would he take yours though? Was he just horny enough to look at his childhood best friend in this way instead of any other girl? Did Bjorn like you? Was that the reason no guy was ever good enough. All of them only wanting you for your body, but why would anyone 'actually' love you, he would always say. Did Bjorn want you for himself?

In a way, he did have you for himself, you both being practically inseparable since children. No one had ever seen you in such a way that the pictures showed. Your hips shuffle slightly at the thought, the mattress you sat on grazing your core. Putting the picture and fabric to the side you laid back on the bed, breathing in the scent of the hoodie you wore. Your thighs rub together in search of friction. Something that had been denied to you all through your teenage years because of Bjorn's remarks. Your fingers roam down to the black pair of panties you wore. Fingers caressing the tender flesh. Your left hand rubbing your nipples.

Your back arching at the growing frustration. It wouldn't be your first time doing this, though it always just seemed wrong, as if you were sinning. Maybe it was just Bjorn's words that contradicted this action. You gulp, pulling the black fabric to one side letting your fingers connect with the warmth of your growing wetness, a hum escaping your lips at the newfound feeling, the hardened buds on your chest visible through the hoodie which only fueled your desires. Your hips moving along with your hands as your fingers speed up. You were so in your head you forgot the others would be coming soon, the pleasure too overwhelming that in the moment you wouldn't mind if someone saw you like this.

As a patch of wet grows beneath you, upon bedsheets that don't belong to you, your legs tremble, you squeal with delight, immediately rushing to cover your mouth. Your legs instinctively shut not being able to gift yourself the release you deserve. Upon opening your eyes you see Bjorn in the doorway. Your eyes grow wide, quickly sitting up "Bjorn! I didn't- I didn't hear you come in." Your words bring him to walk in the room, his eyes land on your belongings, the one he stole from your room one night, and the pictures he captured in secret. He was embarrassed that you found them. Though the look on your face, the red flush, the teary eyes, ruffled hair, and your hardened nipples, prominent even from under the fabric, he can't look away.

All he had to do was take this moment to make you seem like the bad guy. "The fuck're you im my room for?" "I was cleaning..." "I don't need ya to clean for me what'er you my mum?" He steps closer, seemingly trying to see how he can make this work for him. He wouldn't take long with you he thought, so the others arriving soon wouldn't be an issue. He grabs your right hand forcibly, the two middle fingers wet.

"What's this then? You touchin' yourself in my bed?" as you hesitate to answer he mouth slips around your fingers, a soft gasp escaping your lips. "This what ya want?" he whispers. You choke on any possible words that could come out of your mouth, a shiver running down your back. He smirks noticing your reaction, his lips leave your fingers, a soft pop accompanying it "You like this, don't you? Mmm," he hums appreciatively, "you taste good, princess. Tell me... ya still a virgin?" You look away sheepishly, embarrassed "You give any of these twats a chance with you? Anyone taste you like this?" He ask his breath trailing down your neck as he get closer and closer. You shake your head no. He grins at your response, in a proud manner.

"Tha's a good girl," he murmurs, his lips now at your ear. "Knew you wouldn't let nobody touch you, knew you needed a real man." He smirks, hands sliding down your body, possessive and almost greedy. The knowledge that you've remained untouched, that you will be his and only his, ignites a fire within him. "You want it?" he asks, you nod quickly assuming what he was implying. "Say it," he commands, his voice thick with desire, "tell me you want it." You stay silent not confident enough to admit it. "What if i make you say it, huh?" he questions "Make me?" "Mhm" he hums, pulling your legs with him as he kneels down to the edge of the bed. "I'll start here. Then i won't do anything until you tell me."

You nod. Immediately he dives in, pulling the black fabric to the side once again, his lips instantly connecting with your clit. A gasp escapes your lips as your legs clasp around Bjorn, who forcibly pushes them open again. He speed up, doing anything he can, until your a moaning mess. Your hand tangled in his hair, roughly tugging, trying to keep yourself grounded. You murmur his name. Your eyes roll back as he sticks two fingers in you once he pulls away. He moves up, eyes darkened as he whispers in your ear, "Say it. Tell me what you want luv." "I want you," you breathe, your voice wavering as Bjorn's fingers work inside you. "More specific," he coaxes, wanting to hear your desires spoken aloud, "Don't hold back, luv. Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you." As his patients wears thin at your lack of communicating a loud slap whipped on your cunt echos through the room, your legs shutting on his hand. Spreading them harshly, seemingly aggravated, he throws your legs over each of his shoulders, pulling the fabric of the hoodie up to your neck, laying slaps on the sensitive, bare flesh of your tits. The pain he's inflicting on you twists into pleasure the combination rushing a new wave of heat through your body until you finally concede "Bjorn please- please just fuck me."

His hand dropped from it's raised position, his satisfied smirk replacing the frown as he quickly pulls off his clothes, leaving him bare. Your breath hitches in seeing him like this, almost as if he were a mythical creature, something so beautifully strange. He leans back over you, stroking himself "Ready?" you nod eagerly, a scoff leaving his throat. His hand raises to rest on your cheek as he chuckles "Such a virgin, so needy." he comments then he aggressively shoves his cock in you, a strained scream leaves your lips as he watches you. "Bjorn...i can't-" his forehead pressed against yours, he shushes you "I'll help you through it" he voice strained, as if trying his best to contain himself and not hurt you.

You nod and from there he moves as slowly, stopping immediately each time you whimper. As soon as you adjust to his size, he immediately goes faster. The slick sound of his dick sliding in you, following each snap of his hips. Moans coming from both of you are silenced immediately as the front door opens, Tyler's voice echoing, calling out if anyone was home. You both stay silent, looking towards the open bedroom door, Bjorn continuing to pound into you. "Fuck, you want 'em to come see you like this? Come see me fucking my best mate. Turns you on don't it, fucking slut. Should let him come in here and shove his cock in your mouth, huh?" he whispers, the sounds of footsteps getting closer. You contain your whimper when bjorn pulls out of you harshly to close and lock the room door untimely to jealous to ever let anyone else, especially Tyler take any pleasure in touching you. He comes back grabbing your hips, slowly sliding in, continuing his rhythm.

"Bjorn, you in there?" Tyler knocks "Yeah, mate, just give me a second, would ya." Bjorn replies, voice sounding unusual. His head fully thrown back his teeth gritted together trying to remain silent "Everything ok? Ya sound-" "I'm fine. I'll be out in a sec, alright?" Your body contorts as soon as tyler's footsteps walk away from the door , your mind going blank. Both quickly approaching your climax. Bjorn's lips smash upon yours as he grunts spilling his fluids into you. Your hand wrap around his bicep as you twitch uncontrollably, your fluids squirting out. After a moment he cleans you up, he redresses and leans over you once again, "We can do that all the time, whenever ya want. All you gotta do is say." you give him an acknowledging look as he steps away. You get up, mind hazy pulling on a pair of Bjorn's boxers over your drenched panties. As you both are about to walk out Bjorn turns to you pointing, "Hey, you're not a virgin anymore!" he chuckles going back his 'friendly' attitude and walks out joining Tyler on the couch.

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Any Hatchetfield headcanons you wanna share???

ooooo, I definitely have a bunch I want to share! This is going to be kinda a crazy list and definitely all over the place, but bear with me I guess. (under the cut because I had more than I thought lol)

Max’s football number is 5. Jason is a wide receiver and Kyle is a middle linebacker (he’s for sure on defense)

Max is a massive scaredy cat, but he will do anything and I mean anything to hide that. The amount of thought that goes into staying at the top and keeping nerds in line is crazy. It’s fucking exhausting being him and also he’s the mayor of projection city. Catch him overthinking something and getting bad about it. 

I do believe Max does in fact have Will Branner’s tattoo. But Max didn’t get that surfer tat because he liked it (his ass has never seen the ocean). I like to think he got it with Steph. (they were friends at some point or still are) Ziggs was their tattoo artist, they are very much still learning, and they could only do like a turtle and a stingray, so those were the only options. Steph only has a turtle. 

Steph has at least a nose ring and an eyebrow piercing and has like 3 piercings in each ear. Also, she’s obsessed with taking photos, she has so many 0.5 pics of her friends and loves to use them as blackmail. Watch out for her because she’ll get the worst candid you’ve ever seen.

Tom Houston, as the coach of the Nighthawks, is like Max’s biggest enabler. I think he is aware that Max sucks, but knows that his father also very much sucks, so he kinda lets him off the hook more than he should. Like he thinks he’s helping Max out but he is not. 

Tim Houston doesn’t hold any sort of resentment towards his dad because of the crash, I think more of that is unfortunately put onto Jane and the driver that crashed into them. I’m certain he was in the car when they crashed too. He wants his dad to be happy, so I think he pulls back on those feelings around him, but they are there.

The amount of femslash Alice writes is actually crazy. You would not believe the word count on her ao3. She either writes the most tragic MCD fics or the fluffiest shit ever, no in between. Deb beta reads on occasion. 

Grace is a mystery novel fanatic, it’s her favorite genre. You can’t tell me she didn’t devour all the Nancy Drew novels as a kid. She’s lowkey on a mission to read every book in the mystery section at the library.

Grace also is CPR certified and took one of those babysitting courses before she, of course, started babysitting. She also picked up a bunch of survival skills from camp. 

If the nerds and Steph get Grace to play Mario Kart, first, she’d be awful at it and, second, her main would be Mario.

Birthdays: I weirdly feel so strongly about these for the main 6 characters of npmd, like I’ve looked up the birthday cutoffs between grades in Michigan (It’s September 1st) and everything. First, they are all ‘02 kids in my heart, as an ‘02 kid myself nothing can sway me on this. With most stated as 18 in npmd and I assume it takes place in early October, there are a bunch of September birthdays. Max: September 5th, Grace: September 9th, Richie: September 30th, Steph: October 6th, Ruth: November 23rd, and Pete: December 22nd. My opinions on this will never change. 

Time works differently in the Black and White, and it took a long, long time for Wilbur Cross to be turned into Uncle Wiley. He did not worship the Lords in Black willingly. Only a few minutes passed outside the portal. 

Duke adopted his cat because one of the kids he was helping out was obsessed with animals and begged him to go to this big adoption event. He intended to only help out, but an orange Maine Coon crawled into his lap and he couldn’t say no. 

Ruth still hasn’t gotten her license (keeps getting nervous and failing the test), Grace only has her permit and she hasn’t even driven one hour in a car, and Pete doesn’t even have his permit.

This is all I got for now. For sure missing some, but my mind is drawing a blank currently. Also, shoutout to @diddleydont bc I definitely flat out stole some of these or I developed a bunch with them so I can’t remember whose idea it was first

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Em=Hannah

Consider this an unofficial part two of my previous writing on Emily's character, a certain thought that has been in the back of my mind for a while(seriously, I wanted to write this out before the remake came out and just did not have the time over the past few months)

At anyrate there's a few things to be clear about first, the prank will be discussed in a manner that speaks of intent, outcome and intended outcome sepreately, I have zero intention of downplaying the severity when I talk about Hannah in this and I hope we can at least see this as an everyone sucks type of situation.

So to spell out the actual premise of this analysis, I believe Em=Hannah socially in the fallout of the prologues events and is bearing the social consequences Hannah would have received if things went to plan.

For this we must understand that completely apart from the terribleness of the prank, the disappearance and Hannah immediately removing her shirt were not considered factors and the prank of course relies on Hannah's willingness to go for someone already taken(again there is a grey area between making her an innocent victim and putting all the blame on her, okay? I won't disclaimer it again).

So I asked myself how was this supposed to go? Would it get to barely kissing and everyone jumps out and shames her? Perhaps, but after that what would the friend group situation look like? Obviously Sam and Hannah's siblings would stand by her but this would be a massive stain on her reputation with the group but that's not how it went and in my opinion that stain is borne by Emily, as it was ostensibly done "for her" even though if you honestly look at it Emily is no more involved than Ashley and infact did nothing other than be present, the fact that it was done "for her" over inflateS her sense of responsibility in the minds of both characters and players alike.

Firstly I wanted to reference how Jess speaks of Hannah in the prologue is relatively similar to how she speaks of Em in the main game, as the intruding party, and that the fallout of their friendship is brutal and I'm sure if Hannah had been around in the to plan version that fallout would have been equally brutal for Hannah.

Another thing to consider is that the prom photo has Hannah/Sam/Mike/Emily which places these four as particularly close outside of Emily's friendship with Jess and Hannah's crush on Mike so I do believe that Emily was much more enmeshed in a perceived core part of the broader friend group before everything.

Continuing on with old photos, the twins wear black and white interchangeably in photos but obviously in the prologue Hannah is wearing black but Emily on the other hand was wearing blue both in the prologue and in her old photos, so this means that her main colour changes from blue to black and she's the only other character than Hannah to wear (almost) all black on screen, through this lens this is symbolism of Emily's position in the group shifting to fill Hannah's social role in wake of the twins disappearance.

She is often judged more harshly both by the other characters and by the player despite how other characters are acting in the same situation, like her reaction to Mike jumping out at her and Matt on the path was entirely reasonable but it's still implied that she is being a certain way which is the first taste of her being framed as a villain despite the fact that she hadn't done anything to earn it.

Beyond this Emily's time alone in the mines is most similar to Hannah's experience, she even has a leg injury at the time much like Hannah broke her leg in the fall. Hannah's continued anger at Emily post transformation is an interesting parallel to Emily and Jess's rivalry, Hannah's jealously is twisted into a deep seated hatred for her perceived main obstacle to everything she wanted(likely with a large side of her monstrous self blaming her as the reason she ended up like that because if she wasn't dating Mike then the prank wouldn't have happened) and Emily is on the other side of this very same happiness and similarly lashes out at the people who ruined her good thing, not only her relationship to Mike but her place in the group.

A point that's been stuck in my mind that further emphasizes the Em=Hannah lens is that Emily can be betrayed by everyone else involved in the prank to some degree: Jess betrays her friendship, Mike can kill her, Ash non determinantly encourages him, Matt can leave her to die. She constructs part of herself just as much as Hannah(or Jess) did to be liked but because she's already been burnt it comes off differently and is a defensive measure rather than an appealing front. She is jaded and desperately wants to be proven wrong, she was at the center of the prologue's prank, every single person involved supposedly doing this "for her", so when the object of their ire is not present, when guilt and blame sets in, a new object needs to receive that ire because otherwise it was all for nothing and it was of course done for her.

So that concludes my Em=Hannah analysis and I will again note that this was conceptualized and written without influence of the remake and is entirely based in the original release. Beyond that anything said negatively about the rest of the cast is more so through this lens and not a general reflection on them all together.

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@conra @tinynightmarewoman @qusok @kindheartedgummybears I hope this all makes sense as its months of scattered thoughts written down after a recent replay to refresh my memory 😅

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Black & White Pt.2

Kim Jungsu  Summary: Jungsu used to be a part of light then he switched over to the darkness. (non-idol au) WC:~1.7k Warning:(maybe kinda angst towards the end)

part 1 part 3 epilogue!

photo not mine credits to owner.

When every baby is born they are handed an energy pearl. If the pearl turns white it means the baby’s heart is pure and they will be sent to live in White Clouds. However if the pearl turns black that means that the baby heart is immoral and they’re sent to live in the Black Shadows. What if a baby’s pearl was gray?

Well no baby’s pearl had ever turned gray before. They were always black or white, good or bad. That was until Jungsu that is. The pearl placed in his infant hand turned gray. Not black or white. Not clearly good or bad. It caused quite an uproar amongst officials. What should they do with him? In the end it was decided that he would go to White Clouds with the hopes that his pearl would eventually turn white by being surrounded by goodness. 

Jungsu wasn’t allowed to show others his gray pearl so as to not cause any suspicions. They provided him with a fake one to use until his real one turned white. Maybe it was because of his gray pearl that Jungsu didn’t want to get close to others. Maybe that’s why his personality was standoffish and cold. 

“Jungsu!” you called him. Jungsu turns back to see you approaching him. Your white pearl shining especially bright around your neck. It was known to everyone in White Clouds that you were born with the purest heart. Your pearl shined the brightest out of everyones, so did your eyes and smile. 

“What is it?” he asked. 

“Be my partner for combat training,” you tell him. 

“Don’t you have people lining up to be your partner? Why me?” he asked. 

“I don’t actually. Everyone else has a partner already, so it’s just us left,” you explained. Jungsu found it hard to believe that no one would want to be partners with you. You were so sweet and kind. You were always there for everyone. You truly were the epitome of goodness.

“I’ll see you in class then. Don’t expect me to go easy on you though,” he told you. 

“Why would I want that?” you say. Jungsu can’t fight off his smile.

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“Oww I know you said you wouldn’t go easy on me, but did you have to flip me that hard?” you groaned from where you lay on the ground. Something stirs in Jungsu’s heart as he sees you lying on the ground in pain.

“Sorry. Are you hurt?” Jungsu helped you up from the ground. 

“I’m fine. Let’s go again,” you say. 

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“What if someone was born with a gray pearl?” Jungsu asked you one night. The two of you were out at the spring. Watching how the moon reflected against the gently flowing water.

“Gray? Like both good and evil?” you checked. Jungsu nodded his head in confirmation. 

“I guess it depends if they leaned into the light or darkness,” you say. 

“If they chose light?” Jungsu prompted. 

“Then they’re good,” you state. 

“That simple? You wouldn’t think they’re some type of abomination or impure?” he questioned. 

“No.” You shook your head. “If you’re good, you’re good. If you’re bad, you’re bad. That’s how our world is: Black and White,” you say. 

“You really are naive,” Jungsu chuckles. 

“Well I was kinda born that way.” You chuckle as well, looking down at your pearl pendant on your neck that emitted a subtle glow in the darkness of night.

“That’s right you have the purest heart of them all.” Jungsu leaned over to hold your pearl between his fingers for a moment before letting it go. 

“You know hearts can change?” you asked. 

“What are you talking about?” Jungsu followed. 

“I don’t know why they don’t teach about it anymore, but I found some old history books in the backroom of the library. There was once a war between White Clouds and Black Shadows. I don’t know all of the details because some pages were missing, but it talked about people's hearts changing. Some went from light to dark and others went from dark to light,” you explained. “So if someone’s dark heart can transform into light and someone’s light heart can be consumed by darkness there’s no reason why someone with a gray heart can’t be light too,” you say.

For the first time Jungsu could say that he felt something that felt like hope. Later when he pulled out his gray pearl he found that it was a few shades lighter. 

It wouldn’t remain lighter for long though. Your talk about people’s hearts changing got Jungsu curious,so one night he crept inside the backroom of the library to find the history books you were talking about, but while he was in the backroom somebody else came in. Jungsu quickly hid behind some old dust covered shelves. 

“Are you sure they’re the one?” Jungsu hears a voice say. 

“I’m positive sir. They’re pearl glows like the moon and everyone here knows they’re the one with the purest heart. The officials say it’s the purest heart since the Discord War.” 

“How soon can you bring them to me for sacrifice?” That feeling shows up in Jungsu’s heart again. The same one he felt when he saw you laying on the ground during your combat training.

“They’re scheduled for isolation training in two weeks. It’ll be all too easy to take them then.”

“Ok, don’t mess this up.” 

“I won’t sir.” Jungsu hears the person who entered the room leave. He comes out from where he was hiding behind the shelf. Now he knows what the feeling in his heart is. He wants to protect you.

Discord War? That had to be the war you were telling him about. Jungsu made quick work of finding the books. The cause of the war is conveniently the pages that are missing. Jungsu gets a bad feeling about it. He has to find those pages. He had to know what he was dealing with so that he could stop you from being sacrificed. He was ready to save you at all costs.

He scoured the entire backroom, practically flipping it upside down. That’s when he came across a box with a lock on it. He doesn’t even bother looking for the key; he simply breaks the lock. Low and behold inside are the missing pages. 

Jungsu knows what he has to do after reading them. His pearl that was once a light gray now darkens to a black.

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“Jungsu! Jungsu!” You frantically called after him, fighting away from the officials trying to hold you back. You had just gotten out of isolation when you heard the news.

“You didn’t really do it right? I’ll believe you if you say you didn’t do it. You didn’t kill Master Jason right?” Jungsu turns to look at you from over his shoulder. 

“I did.” He looked at you with dark eyes. 

“No, no you wouldn’t.” Tears pricked your eyes.

“Actions don’t always speak the truth, maybe you should understand that if you don’t want to get hurt next time.” he tells you, turning back around. 

“Jungsu!” you called out again. He didn’t look back at you. He just let himself get dragged away. “Jungsu,” you say his name again, collapsing onto the ground. 

“I’m sorry y/n,” your master comes over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“He wouldn’t do this,” you say. A sigh escapes from your master. 

“Y/n you heard him. He did. He wasn’t who we thought he was. His pearl turned black,” he tells you. 

“What? No, that can’t be,” you refused. 

“It is. Let me tell you something. Jungsu’s pearl turned gray when he was born. We thought that if he was surrounded by goodness that his pearl would become white, but it looks like the opposite happened. We don’t know how long it’s been black, but it seems like he had been plotting this a while,” your master informs. 

“A -a gray pearl?” you asked, recalling the night Jungsu asked you about what if someone was born with a gray pearl. “You really are naive,” you recalled his words. No, he didn’t mean it like that. He didn’t mean it in a bad way. He wanted to be good. You know he did. You could feel it. 

“Mhm, don’t tell the others about it. It’s causing enough trouble amongst the officials.” 

“They’re taking him to Black Shadows aren’t they?” you asked. 

“Y/n no. You have to stay away from him. He just killed someone.” But you had to know why Jungsu would do this. 

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You arrived at Gray Bridge, the spot where White Clouds crosses over to Black Shadows. You took a deep breath before stepping onto the bridge. You had to find Jungsu. 

“You’re really stupid aren’t you? How could you come here?” It was Jungsu's voice. You turned towards his voice and there he was. His once white cloak is now black. 

“You didn’t do it right?” you say. Jungsu scoffs. 

“I did it y/n. What will it take to get that through your skull?” He’s never spoken to you with such a cold tone before.

“You were born with a gray pearl. That’s why you asked me about it that night. You wanted to turn your gray pearl white didnt you? I know you did,” you state. 

“No, I didn’t. I was just fooling you. You were just entertainment to me,” he tells you. His words yank harshly on your heartstrings. 

“No.” You shake your head. “That’s not true, I know it’s not. I trust you Jungsu, so please tell me what this is all about,” you pleaded. 

“You shouldn’t have put your trust in me so much.” His cold words stab your heart. “But trust me when I say this, there are more important things in my life to worry about. You’re definitely not one of them.” Jungsu disappeared right after saying that. 

With that your heart broke. Your sparkling tears cascaded down your face as you clutched your aching heart. You still didn’t want to believe that Jungsu could do this.

part 1 part 3 epilogue!

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just read your ‘Welcome to the black parade’ fic and it was amazing! Could you maybe write a part 2? Only if you’re comfortable with that ofc, have a nice day! /gen

Welcome to The Black Parade part 2 - Gerard Way x reader

A/N: thank you for reading my work! And thank you even more to requesting something! I love writing requests because it’s good to challenge myself! I wasn’t sure how to add to the story but I definitely left room for more parts if people want them!

Warnings: death, swearing?, being shot, internal judgement of others, drug overdose mentioned, Frank being annoyingly cute 😭

yes, I know the photo is of Frank but it matches the story so 🤷‍♀️

It didn’t take me long to get changed into the black and silver uniform. It fit tightly against my body extenuating the features I already had. Gerard and the others had waited outside the room while I’d gotten changed and I could hear them whispering harshly. 

“I’m done,” I mumble, pushing back the curtain to see a vast gray landscape and what looked like a city on the horizon. The air smelt like a mixture of a hot, humid summer day and New York City. Don’t ask how I got there. 

“Woah.” I dart my head in the direction of the voice to see Ray punch Frank in the arm and flash him a disapproving look. They both lead the way while we walk towards the city, Mikey trailing behind them. Gerard and I walk a little further back, slower than the others. I look forward but reflect on Gerard’s change of look. His hair is still black, longer than it was when it was white, more scruffy and grown out. I wonder what he looked like before he died or if he chose his image. 

“Technically both,” he speaks, turning to me. I try to hide my shock that he knew what I was thinking. “Sorry. It’s a habit. When I got here I could read people’s minds. I don’t really know how it works but it’s hard to shut off.” I try to smile but being reminded that I’m dead and not on Earth makes it a struggle. 

“It’s okay. You know, you’re really not as scary as I thought you’d be. Other than the skeleton hand.” We finally reach what looks like a parade float and the others climb up on it. Gerard jumps up and offers me a gloved helping hand. 

“Thanks? I promise my hands were normal when I was alive.” We all sit down and the float starts moving in the direction of the city. 

“Wait, so how did you guys die?” I ask. Mikey lets out a sigh, pointing to himself,

“drug overdose.” Ray speaks next. 

“Natural causes.” To this Frank laughs and Ray shoots him a look similar to the one from before. 

“Well I got shot. 13 times.” I feel shock run through my face. “Don’t worry babe, it was 100% my fault. It was 15 years ago anyway.” I nod, trying to not pass judgment. He looked like the type of person to be involved in crime, yet somehow I believed there was more to his story. Yes, he had black gauges in his ears and was covered in tattoos but he seemed kind, almost lighthearted. My mother used to warn me about people like him. I grew up utterly terrified of people covered with tattoos until I actually met some and realized an irrational fear of tattoos was ridiculous. Then I got my own, a little music note on my wrist and a ghost on my thigh. We all turn to look at Gerard to hear his story but he simply shakes his head. His hair jumps across his face as he does this. It somehow looks unclean and pretty at the same time. 

“We don’t talk about how I died. It’s not something I talk about nor ever intend to talk about.” 

“Wait really?” I ask, tilting my head. The leader of this group doesn’t even tell his own death story yet feels like he can be the savior of everyone who comes in here dead. 

Frank scoffs, “The only one who knows other than Gee is Mikey because he was fucking there. But what I really want to know my dear, is how you so kindly hit the grave.” This is when I realize. The moment I try my hardest to reflect on every moment before I woke up here. The deadline of the heart rate machine and the white curtains of what I believe was a hospital room, the sounds and smells of the room. But then it dawns on me. 

I have no idea. 

Gerard rests a hand on my arm with a concerned look plastered on his face. 

“Oh that’s not good,” Ray remarks, clearly noticing Gerard’s reaction. 

“That’s never happened before,” Mikey notes. Gerard grips my arm firmly.

“It’s okay Y/N we’ll figure it out. I’m sure you’ll remember soon it’ll be oka-”

“And if you don’t then consider yourself lucky!” Frank interrupts, a large grin strung across his face. I nod trying to seem calm but really, I’m freaking out. I take a deep breath and put on a brave face as I look out at the city which moves continuously closer as the parade float moves along the infinitely flat ground. I wonder what’s in the city, who lives there. But something tells me it’ll be nothing I can imagine. And that very same feeling tells me that things are gonna change pretty soon. 

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[rookie-chenford]

Was it worth the risk?

@looby1302 I hope I did this justice for you. If there's any spelling errors, I apologize it's late and I also can't see through tears lol. But thank you for putting this idea out into the universe. As soon as I saw your post about it, I knew I had to write it.

Description: Chenford's break up but with a twist.

Words: 703

Warnings: Just pure sadness

At the sound of the door opening, Lucy looks up and sees Tim walking towards her. “Come here.” She says opening her arms and embracing Tim. “How’d it go with IA?” Tim pulls back from the hug. He hesitates a moment before answering. “I-I lied about everything. I mean I saved my job, right? Protected you and Lopez.” Lucy shook her head. “It was an impossible situation. I would have done the same thing if I was in your place.” This time it was Tim's turn to shake his head, knowing Lucy would never do what he’d just done. “You wouldn’t have been in my place. You never would have put self-interest over your team.”

“Look, you thought you could handle it. You were wrong. But you made it right. So it’s fine.” Tim scoffs. “Yeah.” He takes a deep breath before continuing. “I wish it was that easy. Lucy, I just lied to two men I deeply respect, okay? I just betrayed everything I thought was right about myself.” Lucy goes to speak, but he stops her. “No, no, you gotta let me finish, okay? This is very hard for me to say.” Lucy places her hands on Tim’s shoulders to ground him. “Okay.” She nods for him to continue. “Lucy, I’ve been lying to myself for a long time. That’s clear to me now, and I can’t, I can’t just go back to the way things were. Not right now. Maybe never.” He swallows thickly, trying to keep his emotions at bay. Lucy searches Tim’s eyes, not believing he’s breaking up with her, but the words still escape her lips. “Wait. Are you breaking up with me?” Tim hesitates to answer. “I’m sorry.” His voice cracks on the last word. Lucy sighs before speaking, trying to form the words in her head, but stumbles over her words. “You don’t. You don’t get to do that. You don’t. You don’t get to lie to me and then use that as an excuse to leave me, okay? That’s not okay.” “I know.”

“That’s not okay.” “I know.”

“What you’re doing is not okay.” “I know.”

Tim takes a breath before continuing. “You. You are an incredible person.” Lucy looks away from him, telling him no, not believing that he is actually doing this. “No, you’re incredible, okay? You deserve so much better.” Lucy scoffs. “Oh, my God.” Her face hardens, anger seeping in now. “That’s why I’m walking away.” Lucy’s voices crack as she speaks. “Don’t do this. Why are you doing this?” She pulls her hands away from his, anger and sadness flowing through her body. “Why are you doing this?” She asks again. Tim grabs the sides of Lucy’s face. “I’m sorry.” He kisses her forehead. Before he turns to leave, Lucy pulls something out of her back pocket and shoves it into Tim’s chest, making him stumble a little. “Worth the risk, huh? Congratulations.” Lucy turns and opens the driver’s side door, making quick work of putting her seatbelt on and driving away. Tim pulls his hand back from his chest and stares at the black and white photo. Disbelief washes over his face at the realization of what Lucy just handed him.

Lucy unlocks her apartment door and steps inside quietly, not wanting to disturb Tamara. She sets her bag down and takes her shoes off by the door. Quietly making her way to her room, she shuts the door and leans against it. Small tears turn into full-on sobs as she slides down the door. She brings her hands up to her mouth trying to muffle the sounds. She truly can’t believe the love of her life broke up with her, leaving her and their baby alone. After a moment, she pulls herself together and continues with her nightly routine, staying in the shower longer than she normally did. She pulls back the comforter and slides in, getting as comfortable as she can since Tim is no longer there. Her hand makes its way down to the lower part of her belly, rubbing just below her belly button. “We’re going to be okay.” She says as a single tear runs down the side of her face. “I hope.”

[ridiasfangirlings]

can you show off your K collection?

The whole collection, you say :D I have a lot, so under the cut so as not to clutter up everyone’s dash.

First: figures. The large military figures are from Alter and the slightly smaller Fushimi one is from Union Creative. The Alter ones are better quality but honestly I like the more dynamic pose of the UC figure better, there’s a matching Yata that I don’t own largely due to lack of space that’s very cool (however the UC Fushimi also has a truly terrifying alternate face…). The larger chibi figures are lottery prizes, I bought them separately in order to be sure I got what I wanted. I like the winter ones best, someday I need to get the Munakata from that set. The smaller figures are a Niitengo Deluxe set, I actually have a couple duplicates from this because I bought two sets. The ‘regular’ set had Mikoto and then there was a special set — I think it was an Animate exclusive? — that had Munakata along with alternate Fushimi and Yata figures. Then I have the teeny Shiro, Fushimi and Hisui which are keychains, I picked those up at a con (they didn’t have Yata which is why I ended up with Shiro and Hisui in there). 

Also on the figure end I have these little guys: K nendoroids! Wait, you may be wondering, I don’t remember any K nendoroids. That’s because we have no official ones (still mad about that!) so I had no choice but to make my own by modifying parts of existing nendoroids. The clothes were purchased from various places online.

Next is my full set of K nuis. It took a while to get all these, because when they released the ‘clansmen’ sets I only bought the Blue clan and then regretted it. And no, they didn’t make an official Niki nui, since I had extras I modified them. Hidaka, Benzai, Niki and Douhan are my own customs.

More plushies. I believe the larger ones were Sega prizes? I found Munakata and Fushimi being sold as a set online and then hunted down Yata later. The chubby birds are from the Chun Colle line, and of course I had to buy them their own (love) nest. The Saru cat had the clothes sold separately, I think the original listing showed them with a white cat but the black was all AmiAmi had at the time so I have black cat Saru. The Sarumi nuis are from the second release around ROK airing, they’re a bit different than the first release — a little less chubby with more scruffy hair. I have Munakata too, as you can see he’s…busy on top of my desk. 

Standees, because everyone needs a little anime boy on their desk. As you may notice, one of these things is not like the other. That’s right: Yata’s wearing bunny ears! Also Kuroh is there. At the time I bought the little Fushimi with the drink the cheapest one on sale had both Fushimi and Kuroh being sold as a set, so he’s here too. 

Speaking of standees, here’s a few more along with other lotto prizes. These were all from the specific Fan Clan lotteries, you had to be a member to draw. The big Fushimi picture and the water bottle were both grand prizes that I managed to win, so I got to choose my character for those (…don’t  ask how much I spent….). The Fushimi picture has hardware in the back that you can use to stand it up but it’s mostly hanging out hidden by my drawers because I don’t have space to display it right now. 

A few miscellaneous things. The Sarumi plate is official goods, the Akiben cup is a fan made product. The glass has Fushimi on one side and Munakata on the other though it’s hard to see, this was I believe also a lotto prize but I got it as a free gift from a shopping service. The pillows are also both official, the one on the left is the Kotobukiya dream cushion and yes I did buy the whole pillow just to use the Fushimi cover. The incredibly gay pillow featuring Fushimi touching himself while looking at a photo of Yata he’s pinned to his pillow is also, amazingly, 100% official merchandise.

Jumping around to some more official stuff, these are all my physical media. Missing Kings is actually the Japanese release, which has subtitles but no dub. It released before the US version even had a release date on the books so I bought the Japanese version instead (I don’t dislike the dub but dubs are also not something that’s a dealbreaker for me). I also have three stage plays — fun fact, the US and Japan are in the same region for blu ray — these are not subtitled. 

Novels (and a couple CDs). From the top left, we have the All Memories book, Case Files vol 2, Lost Small World, Idol K, the little short story booklet that came with the pre-MK S4 drama CD (with the glasses drama on it), the three anime adaptation books, the aforementioned drama CD and the Idol K CD. 

Next, manga. The top left corner is the K Poe Backs book, which has a bunch of mini first person comics of the cast seducing ‘you’ the reader. The top right is the K Maniacs book which is an official doujinshi book, it has no pairings but a lot of older Sarumi doujinshi artists are involved and Fushimi and Yata definitely dominate the book. I have the special Animate of editions of Gakuen K volume 3 and Missing Kings, because I liked the covers. The LSW books are all the special editions as well, the little booklet on the bottom right came with the final volume. The booklet between the two volumes of Days of Blue also came with that second volume and has the special Cherry Blossom Viewing chapter. (Meanwhile I just realized I don’t have Return of Kings….I need to buy that, I like the art.)

Some more random goods. The purse, hat and watch are all from Super Groupies collabs. I have the Super Groupies S4 wallet as well but it felt weird to take a picture of my own wallet (incidentally, if anyone sees the Super Groupies S4 earrings let me know, I didn’t have my ears pierced when they came out so I didn’t buy them and I want them now). The necklace was for Fushimi’s birthday, there’s a couple Yata ones that were made as well and another Fushimi one that’s blue but this is the only one I bought, it has a tiny S4 logo. The two tins are official teas that were made, the Homra one is my favorite of the two and is a pretty red. 

Some more clothes. I skipped most of the Super Groupies collab clothes for sizing reasons but these all fit and again, all are official. The shirts are from a collab with the brand Avail, they did shirts based off Shiro, Kuroh, Mikoto, Yata, Munakata and Fushimi. I have the Yata, Munakata and Fushimi ones, the puzzle piece S4 logo that’s Munakata’s is my favorite.

My wall o’ keychains. I actually have a lot of keychains on various purses so this is not all of them (I may have mentioned before that I’m also into lolita fashion so I have lots of purses, forgive me for not digging up all of them for keychain pics). The wall is missing a lot of Fushimi keychains though because they’re on my Fushimi ita bag. 

I’ll probably redo this at some point (I don’t really like backpacks so this doesn’t get worn much) but here’s a lot of my Fushimis that aren’t on other purses. I also have some new Sarumi ones I just bought, these are for the Sarumi ita bag I have in progress. This covers most of my collection, I also have a lot of posters and some magazines that aren’t convenient to get pictures of. This doesn’t count my, uh, extensive doujinshi collection either, just know that the bottom shelf and a half of my bookshelves is 90% Fushimi-centric doujinshi. I may be ever so slightly obsessed.