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thaliasandy · 2 years ago
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Hellcheer headcanon:
Warning: sexual themes but no actual sex and Jason is an asshole and no one can convince me otherwise.
Eddie came to the picnic table behind the school hoping he could make some money, he certainly didn't expect Chrissy Cunningham to be here today, especially not like this.
She sat at the table with her back to him but he could tell she was crying, not just quietly shedding a couple of tears but fullblown sobbing into the sleeve of her white sweater jacket.
"Chrissy?"
She flinched and whipped around to look at him.
"Whatever it is you want me to do, I'm not doing it."
She scrambled to get up from the bench and backed away from him.
He put his hands up in surrender.
"Hey, people usually come here if they want something from me...What's wrong?" he asked when he saw the terrified look on her face.
She was still wiping at her tear streaked face.
"Haven't you heard what Jason and his friends say about me?"
"In case you haven't noticed, I don't really engage in gossip with Carver...What are they saying?" He was confused why something her boyfriend said made her so distraught.
"He...he told everyone I've been doing...all these nasty things with pretty much the entire Basketball team and some of them are playing along..and everyone believes them..." she cried, her sobs sounding like she was about to hyperventilate.
He moved closer ,slowly , like he was approaching a frightened animal, and put a gentle hand on her arm.
"Shhh it's okay."
"No it's not!...Two guys stopped me in the hallway earlier and asked if they could "spit roast" me....I don't even know what that means but I'm sure it's something gross!"
"It's when you give a blowjob to one guy while the other-"
Chrissy stared at him with wide eyes, her mouth ajar in shock and embarrassment.
"Oh shit, nevermind...you don't want to know what it is, do you?"
"...No!" She squeaked.
"Sorry...Why is he saying those things about you?
She was fidgeting with a loose thread on her sleeve.
"I broke up with him yesterday...He said he didn't want to waste his time with a...stupid virgin like me anyway..."
"Stupid bastard" she heard him mutter under his breath as he pulled his bandana from his pocket and offered it to her to wipe away her tears.
Chrissy was carefully dabbing under her eyes and below her sweet little button nose.
"Haven't you guys been together since ...like 3rd grade?!"
He overexaggerated in an attempt to be funny.
"Mr Carver is the pastor at our church. Our parents are friends...Jason and I have been dating for two years but he's been getting very pushy lately and I didn't like that." Chrissy awkwardly tried to explain.
"That's good! Don't let any guy talk you into stuff you don't like."
"I promised I'd let him do it on prom night but he didn't want to wait that long."
"...Let him...do it? ...Are we talking about Sex in general here or is the golden boy into some freaky shit?"
"No! Just...normal sex...I guess...I don't know a lot about all that..."
"Hey it's okay, I haven't done all the stuff people claim I did either..."
"Really?! They say you're into...well...'freaky shit'." She repeated what he said and gave him a tiny smile through her tears.
"Yeah about that...They're talking a lot of bullshit...But don't tell anyone, I have a reputation to maintain."
"I won't. I promise..." her smile vanished when she remembered this morning.
"I can't go back there! Everyone's going to be staring at me."
"What do you say we skip school for the rest of the day then, princess?"
Something about him calling her that made her ears perk up, it made her feel excited and tingly.
"I've never skipped school..."
"First time for everything, huh?" He wagged his eyebrows and smirked over this play of words, considering what they'd just talked about.
Eddie led her to his van and just as he was about to start the engine, he spotted Jason and his friends on the other side of the parking lot.
"Princess, do you want to *really* piss him off?" He smirked mischieviously.
"Yes!" She answered with no hesitation what so ever.
"I have an idea...but I gotta warn you, they will think we...uh...know each other carnally..."
"Carnally?...Oh..."
Eddie instantly regretted mentioning it when he saw her hesitate.
"Forget it, it was a stupid idea."
"No,no,no, he'll absolutely hate it, I love your idea!" There was something evily determined in her smile.
"...but...how are we going to make him think that?"
"Roll down your window a bit and climb in the backseat."
Eddie tried his best to be respectful and not stare as her tiny cheer skirt flipped up, revealing the cutest butt ,clad in even tinier green cheer shorts, when Chrissy easily and elegantly climbed in the back.
The cheerleader couldn't help but giggle when Eddie clumsily flopped down on the floor of his van, all wild hair and long limbs.
The rear windows were curtained and Eddie pulled another little curtain shut that seperated the front seats from the backseats.
Chrissy was sitting shyly on one of the pillows he kept there for the rare occassion that Corroded Coffin landed a gig outside of Hawkins and he and the band had to sleep in the van, like sardines in a can.
She probably had a different idea of what this van had witnessed; In the dim light of the afternoon sun streaming in through small gaps in the curtains he could see her blushing deeply.
"Chrissy, we don't have to do this if its too weird..."
"I want to make him pay!...And I was hoping if people thought you and I were...you know...a thing, maybe they wouldn't bother me again..."
The memory of the two guys cornering her earlier made her shudder with disgust.
"It'd be my pleasure to defend your honor, Princess!"
He smirked, hoping he didn't look like the nervous, love sick fool he was.
"Really? You would do that?"
"Sure!" (I would do anything for you) he thought.
"Are you ready for the whole school to think you're banging the freak?" He joked.
She sat up straight, nodding her pretty little head, looking like she was waiting to be taught something really profound.
"So...how are we-"
Chrissy's question was cut short as Eddie knelt down, one hand on the back of the drivers seat, one on the cars ceiling, and started rocking the van back and forth.
"Wait! I don't know what to do!" She gasped as she knelt down beside him.
"Just make it sound like you're having a good time." He laughed.
"How would I know what that sounds like?!" She stared at him scandalized.
"Right.." He slowed down the movement and thought about it for a moment.
"Have you ever watched a movie with a sex scene?" She shyly nodded, her face now beet red.
"Just try to make it sound like that."
Eddie peeked out through the curtain and gleefully noticed Jason and his group of jocks staring at his van.
"Still sure about this?"
"Yes." She whispered.
"Mhhh, Fuck! You feel so good!" He suddenly groaned, loud enough for them to hear and a visible shiver went through Chrissy,  she hadn't expected him to sound this way.
"Oh Eddie, just like that!!!"
She tried her best to sound like she was in the throes of passion and Eddie was surprised how well she did it. He was so mesmerized by the crazy glint in her eyes that they almost forgot peeking through the curtain again, just in time to see Jason's head snap in their direction.
"Oh my god he heard us!!"
She giggled and excitedly grabbed his arm.
Spurred on by his shocked expression and those of his friends, who were one by one realizing who they were listening to, she really put on a show and Eddie went along with it.
While they were having fun in the van, (not quite the kind of fun it sounded like) at some point Chrissy clasped her hand over her mouth to muffle her laugh after Eddie let out the most ridiculous moan.
"Let him hear you, laughing during sex is one of the best feelings." 
Eddie grinned at her. When he looked out again he noticed Jason seemingly getting more and more aggravated and as much as he enjoyed seeing him like that he really didn't want them to come over and beat his ass so he whispered:
"Are you ready for the big finale?"
"Yes!"
She answered in her high-pitched-fake-sex voice, making them both laugh.
Eddie almost sounded like he was growling and Chrissy squeezed her thighs together tightly to get some relief from the tingling she felt between her legs.
She tried her best to immitate the sounds she normally had to hide by burying her face in her pillows when she was touching herself at night and it ended up feeling so good that her legs were shaking and she almost blacked out.
"Come for me, Princess!"
"Ah, ah, ah...ahhhhh Eddie!!!"
"Shit!...That sounded so real! You okay?"
He chuckled.
"Yeah, you?"
He nodded, grinning like a mad man. They were both flushed and out of breath as if they really just had sex.
He tried to discreetly adjust his pants and he was glad he was wearing black jeans, at least they somewhat hid the outline of his raging boner.
"We gotta look a bit more disheveled...May I?" He motioned to her hair and Chrissy wasn't quite sure what he was about to do but she agreed.
He gently pulled the green scrunchie from her ponytail, slipped it onto his wrist and tousled her hair, she inhaled sharply at the feeling of his nimble fingers playfully dancing across her scalp.
"Sorry, did I hurt you?"
"No...it feels nice."
She answered truthfully as she leaned into his touch.
He was surprised when she suddenly did the same to him and he realized just how nice it felt.
He wanted to kiss her and for a moment he wondered if she'd kiss him back; but he instantly felt like an ass for even thinking about this when he remembered how freaked out she was by those two guys in the hallway.
"Can I give you a hug?"
"Yeah" He chuckled incredulously and added "We just had sex, of course we can cuddle."
She giggled as she wrapped her arms around him and held him tight, Chrissy was flooded with an unfamiliar feeling of warmth and security when Eddie returned the hug and she wanted to never let go of him.
"Come on, lets get out of here before your... ex-boyfriend and his buddies come over here."
Surprisingly she liked the sound of that, ex-boyfriend.
Eddie quickly shrugged off his vest and leather jacket and Chrissy did the same with her cheer jacket. He climbed back into the frontseat first, then(like a real gentleman, not like they just made everyone listening think he rearranged her guts) helped the tiny cheerleader, even though she didn't need any help, get situated in her seat again.
Ironically when he started the engine, 'Fuck like a beast' started playing and he couldn't help but turn up the volume as they drove past Jason and his friends. If looks could kill, they both would've dropped dead. Chrissy stuck her arm out of the window and flipped Jason off with a sweet smile on her rosy lips, Eddie leaned over the middle console, flashed him a shit-eating grin and did the same thing, making sure to show off Chrissy's scrunchie around his wrist; He was so close that she could feel his breath on her skin and the tips of his wild,long hair grazing her shoulder sent a shiver down her spine.
She wanted to kiss him so badly but she figured, since they'd be spending some time together today, she'd get plenty of chances to do so without an audience and without Eddie thinking she just wanted to put on a show for Jason.
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autismvampyre · 1 year ago
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this episode made me love kipperlilly
i think it is very important to remember that kipperlilly copperkettle is a child. she's 16 years old and being manipulated by an authority figure who she should've been able to trust
yes, she was angry and jealous and immature before allying with ankarna. but she was also a 14 year old girl with anger issues
as a person who has had anger issues my whole life and was very violent as a child, i fully feel for kipperlilly. i was literally the worst version of myself when i was 14. i was rude and mean and had shitty opinions and i hurt people. i was truly awful, like genuinely bigoted and just hateful. i'm still trying to forgive myself for some of the things i did because it wasn't fucking okay.
i got out of that headspace thanks to my friends, and i ended up losing a lot of them along the way, deservedly so. im 18 now, im better and still bettering myself, and i cannot in good conscience hate kipperlilly any more than i can hate my young self
she's a kid. she's an angry little girl who instead of getting the support and help she needed to be able to better herself(bc jawbone is not able to treat her like she deserves), she was tricked and presumably killed by jace stardiamond so that he could use her to resurrect a dead rage god. she has done truly terrible things but she is a child and isn't irredeemable.
i honestly didn't see myself in her before, because our expressions of rage are completely different(hers is more passive aggressive, im more loud and outright aggressive), but this episode made her on of my favorite npcs ever.
she's a kid, and she's wrong and immature and a total asshole who thinks she's so fucking righteous standing on her stupid fucking high horse claiming "fairness" and all that bullshit. she's so realistic and awful and i know that makes her worse to most people but to me it just makes me think of another shitty teenager who was just as bad(minus a few murders) and 100% convinced she was righteous and justified in all her horrible actions.
i love kipperlilly, and i have faith in her. if there was a chance for me there's a chance for her, and when that chance presents itself i hope she takes it
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morelikesin · 9 days ago
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THESE SQUARES GETTIN PUT UP IN THEY PLACE
LIKE A FACETIME
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Part 9 of 9 for BURR.
Made in hype for ALGS season!
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fakemagicjaye · 1 year ago
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I HAVE FIVE PAGES. LEFT. TO DRAW.
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gl1tchxr · 1 year ago
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the dynamic between juxt and ny is unparalleled. they learn from each other without meaning to. they're both jealous of the other. they inspire each other to be better. they absorb each other's worst habits. they seem like they would get along least but they understand each other in a way no one else can
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youkah · 1 month ago
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gonna delete this later because I'm trying not to spoil too much about an insane idea I have but I feel like people need to see my vision for my evil plot to get ahs to notice me so I can be the next miodiodavinci but of the blue freak (ust by narzum, song is idol by yoasabi)
#sorry not going to give this any tags this is a follower exclusive#this is something that probably won't happen for a while due to two things:#1. it's a fully animated idea that I have and I haven't animated in years so I need to brush up on my skills#2. last time I animated a full length video it took over a year#(and also it flopped and crushed my spirit but to be fair it wasn't that good lol)#3. I kind of want to wait before going all in on this cover to see if/when he gets an sv2 bank#I'll make a post in a few minutes about how I feel his sv1 is lacking (for understandable reasons which I'll talk about in it)#but anyway I just did very basic tuning/some parameter adjustments to get a basic idea of my vision down#sometimes I just let auto tuning do the work and adjust parameters slightly to show my vision#but I wanted to tune it juuuust a little bit to see if his voice would fit the style before deciding if I will commit#and I will because I feel like I would commit even if it didn't fit because I'm crazy and try to make him work no matter what lmfao#anyway sorry for no mentioning him by name in this post. again I wanted to keep this follower exclusive#bc I don't want anyone to like get hyped about this and then I don't deliver...#I have some very wonderful mutuals on twitter who love my fr*mo stuff#and it makes me happy however I feel bad that I sometimes don't finish covers#it's not really bc I don't want to. I just have visions#(video ideas)#and it's hard to draw rn#ok bye I'm about to type up the post I just mentioned about my sv2 wants for the freak#DISCLAIMER BTW I DON'T LIKE OSHI NO KO BUT I AM NOT IMMUNE TO YOASABI LMFAO#I adore this song and also I love the oshi no ko aesthetic/posing#okay bye for real
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lillybean730 · 2 years ago
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oh finally finished case 1 last night... why was there so much fluff... was padding out the tutorial really necessary? i guess some people must have complained about them being too short or simple but come on. i don't need to be reminded of the defense culpability act every five minutes, and yes i remember what ahlbi said you don't need 4 flashbacks to it. it's like the game doesn't trust the player to remember anything at all
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littlerequiem · 2 months ago
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Hello!! I hope you are having a wonderful day/night! I was just wondering if you have any good Levi fanfic recommendations? Preferably x reader and canon-compliant? Ik this is so random lol I just feel like you would have good recommendations!! And in general even if they aren’t x reader or canon-compliant. Your writing is so good and I just know you would have good taste🥰
Hi, of course, happy to share recs :D Excuse the length of this, but I somehow ended up giving you my 5+ years worth of i-am-once-again-hopelessly-addicted-to-Levi AO3 bookmarks, heh. I tried to categorize them best I can.
These beautiful stories are mostly x Reader, a few x OC. Please heed the tags & if you can, let the authors know that you appreciate their writing (:
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LEVI x READER RECS
CANON* LONG-FICS (*some are pre-canon or post-canon)
Dust, Diamond by maotkitty
Death's Door by SongsOfApollo
Veins of the Citadel by cinnamads
Felines and Canidae by veratrance / @veratrance
Through Peril and Refuge by post_academic
To You, 2,000 Feet Above by PrettyxVenom99 / @prettyxvenom99
His Wounded Heart Beats For One by UrbanDeity / @urbandeity
North Star by sixpennydame / @sixpennydame
Silver Soul by oi_levi / @bibblelevi
First Time Anthology by Levmada / @rivangel
Freedom & Death by killerpillar / @killerpillar
silver underground by tothestrongones / @amywritesthings
One Brushstroke At A Time by missEmpress
AU LONG-FICS
Paychecks with a Side of Intimacy (sugar daddy AU) by Milmie / @leyyvi
A Soul Beyond Salvation (western AU) by ananimegirlhasnoname / @ananimegirlhasnoname
Lessons in Patience (college AU) by almondblossoms1000 / @capricornlevi
As the Sparks Die (zombie AU) by wellitcouldbeworse3
Project Arcane (urban fantasy AU) by missEmpress
The Romance of Reimbursements (modern AU) by taomyou / @taomyou
To Sing a Song of Steel (fantasy AU) by CaptainDegenerate
House of Cards (royalty AU) by darlingheichou / @h0neylevi
Percolate (coffee shop AU) by heichoe / @heich0e
Kintsugi (figure skating AU) by @humanitys-strongest-brat
BOUND BY DUTY (royalty AU) by mrsackxrman / @atruewarrior
dark side of the moon (sci-fi/yakuza AU) by sixpennydame / @sixpennydame
To You, 1000 Years From Now (isekai) by darlingheichou / @h0neylevi
Unspoken Words (modern AU) by chaos_on_main / @chaotic-on-main
ONE-SHOTS/TWO-SHOTS (AU and canon)
Melt by chimeragarden / @chimera-garden
Mise En Place by gothgril69 / @gothgril69
[watch me fall apart, watch me fall apart] by djmarinizela
the mortal price of crossing twice by heichoe / @heich0e
we're all alone, ride it by alleviate / @alleviate-ao3
Kiss It Better by oi_levi / @bibblelevi
It's a Wrap! by jayteacups / @jayteacups
Thundershower by Levmada / @rivangel
SHADES OF GRAY by mrsackxrman / @atruewarrior
One Step from Hades by silesy
waking reverie by captain-hawks
All Too Familiar by jayteacups / @jayteacups
Your Safe Space by humanitysstrongestbamf / @humanitys-strongest-bamf
Desperation by veratrance / @veratrance
Under the Mistletoe by youre_ackermine / @youre-ackermine
Welcome Home by FlameTrashira / @flametrashira
Tea and Therapy by misspearlmd
For the Living by BreakingGround / @thechaoticarchivist
Last category is a Levi x Erwin x F!Reader story that I always recommend bc it altered my brain chemistry.
this is a story of the sea by shinzouing / @shinzouing
I didn't go into specifics or share fics from Tumblr bc this post would never end but, if you want, check out my rec tag and go give the fics on here all the love they deserve <3
( also, adding to that: the stories mentioned in this post are simply what I've personally read, it is by no means meant to exclude other fics/writers. Truth is, I have not read everything out there as I am just one person, so if anyone has any recs to add, feel free to add and continue to show support for different creators! )
Happy reading!! Divider by @/enchanthings.
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moonlight1110 · 10 months ago
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Needy bf!Simon Coming Home from Deployment
Bf!Simon x Reader thoughts bc it's been a hot min since I last posted :')
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Tags: afab!reader, smut, NSFW, far from canon Simon, not proofread, no reader dialogue, quick read
Notes: just thought I'd try to post something small, I can't for the life of me come up with a solid plot for a fic TT but I hope y'all enjoy these little drabbles
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Bf!Simon is always rather quiet the first few days of being home from deployment. He needs his relaxation after a long few months of being away and needs that time to reacquaint himself with the home you two share.
He will eat dinner with you, chat and help with the chores but he goes straight to bed when he's done, quickly falling asleep even before you could get the chance to say goodnight or cuddle.
The first few days are always a bit of a rollercoaster, but you're used to it at this point, and he appreciates that even though he doesn't voice it out.
One night though, when you joined him in bed after a quick shower to freshen up, he wasn't asleep like he was the past few days after coming home, this was made evident when you had suddenly felt his strong arms wrap around your midsection, his chest pressed against your back as he held you close.
"Love..." He mumbled, his hot breath fanning over your nape as he began to press gentle kisses against your skin, his hands slowly roaming over your clothed body, splaying over your belly as he pressed himself closer.
"Missed you so much..." He mumbled, his voice low and gravelly all the while gently trailing his hand lower, caressing the soft skin of your thighs as his hand travelled beneath the silk fabric of your nightgown.
He was driven by the way you gasped and whimpered from his touch, his lips ever so gentle as his kisses trailed to your shoulders, taking the strap of your nightgown between his teeth as he gently pulled it down, leaving your skin exposed.
Simon wasted no time, not in any mood to tease. All he wanted to do was feel you against him, feel your skin against his own and claim you again. He was a man starved, though he didn't outwardly show it.
"M'sorry... That I haven't been loving you the way you deserve, pretty girl... Just needed some time to rest..." He explained, his words muffled slightly as he pressed kisses on your skin, whispering promises of pleasure and praise in your ear.
He gently cupped your mound beneath the nightgown, earning him a gasp from your lips which made him groan in satisfaction as he gently rubbed his fingers over your clothed pussy, feeling your heat even through the fabric.
His free hand trailed up until he reached the top of your nightgown, pulling it down to free your breasts. He wasted no time in cupping one in his hand, humming in satisfaction as he felt the weight of the plump breast in his palm.
"Beautiful..." He whispered, his breath against your ear as he gently rolled your sensitive nipple beneath his thumb, pinching it and caressing it with a gentleness he always had with you.
Meanwhile, his other hand lowered itself, sliding past the waistband of your underwear, his fingers immediately finding your clit and rolling it between his middle and ring finger, coating them with your slick.
"Can't fuck you the way y'need tonight, baby... But I promise I'll make it up to you..." He whispered against the shell of your ear, his hands working in tandem to bring you pleasure with slow and languid motions, his rough hands adding a layer of pleasurable texture against your sensitive clit.
The hand that was on your breast had moved lower, gently lifting your leg up to allow for more access as his fingers teased at your entrance, swirling around the throbbing muscles.
"Gonna take care of you, baby... You're so gorgeous like this... All mine..." He promised, his words quiet and rough against your skin as he slowly pushed two fingers inside your aching pussy. The feeling made you groan, toes curling at how unfamiliar they felt from being away from him for so long.
"That's it, pretty girl... Just relax and let me in... Missed this pretty pussy, baby... Missed being inside you..." He whispered, planting gentle kisses all across your skin as he began to stretch you open on his fingers, spreading your walls slowly to prepare you.
You could feel his growing bulge behind you, pressing against your ass as he fucked you on his fingers but you knew he'd be saving it for when he was ready enough to fuck you properly, for now, he was focused on using his fingers.
"Good girl... Taking my fingers so fucking good... Need to stretch you open before I fuck you tomorrow, baby... I promise I'll make you feel like I never left..."
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thepitlanepress · 3 months ago
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SPORTS CAR [2] –
↳ lando norris + singer!piastri!reader
⌗ :: masterlist
⌗ :: a/n: ok im lazy so its the same intro pics. also in my head sports car = lando like i dont make the rules. a little something before i go on break for a whileee
⌗ :: pt1 ,, a bet not so bad ,,
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ynofficial and yet another post that has no cohesion (or explanation) and yet im posting it anyway :)
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user1 ok so.. my jaw dropped.
user2 the entire grid posting about this in one morning im unwell.
user3 why is there a photo of lando.... why is he featuring more than the others...
f1 it was lovely to see everyone awake and together against their will this morning
ynoffical it was totally worth the 4am start
user4 f1 admin how i love you
user5 this post makes no sense yet so much sense at the same time
user6 my thoughts are simply lanyn
landonorris how dare u post that picture of me
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ynofficial we're so back baby!!! hello londonnn
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landonorris have u decided yet?
ynofficial tf leave me alone lando
landonorris i just want an answer excuse me
user1 ur right i want answer to whatever this is about
user2 i literally died the show was my favourite thing in existence
user3 and if i sobbed bc i didn't get tickets
user4 im still waiting for an answer to the 27 posts from the drivers and her
user5 release another song from the album PLEASE
ynofficial sooon 😉
landonorris
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landonorris im your guy, i wont waste your time, lets go ride, lets go ride
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user1 LIVES WERE CHANGED
user2 unfortunately im going to need answers NOW
oscarpiastri no.
landonorris yes.
ynofficial stop.
ynofficial u nearly tipped the cart for that photo, you still owe me a favour for that
landonorris its not forgotten if you say yes.
oscarpiastri say no
landonorris you're not apart of this
oscarpiastri i am now
user3 SAY YES TO WHAT?!?!?!
user4 im starting a lanyn support group for all of the emotional turmoil you're putting us through
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f1unofficial y/n l/n and lando norris were seen leaving a wedding this weekend in between y/n's famous tour, when they were asked what they were doing, y/n responded with "i lost a bet and an argument with him so i had no choice"
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user1 its bad, im getting updates from f1unofficial oh god help me
user2 they just need to announce that they're in love and getting married to the world and everything will be right again
ynofficial
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ynofficial a little something while u wait for the album... sports car out now ! go check out the mv <3
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user1 i need two to seven work days to recover from the music video
user2 she had ALL the drivers feature??? the power.
user3 no no back up WHY WAS LANDO POSTING THESE LYRICS DAYS BEFORE?????
user5 GIVE ME ANSWERS PLEASE
landonorris i stole the show in the mv
user4 shut up im still not over her going to ur mom's vow renewal
oscarpiastri the only time i'll ever accept u driving in a ferrari or a mercedes
ynofficial i drove a mclaren too??
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pinkaditty · 27 days ago
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Love Type (Tokyo Debunker Ghouls)
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hey me again i said id be back quickly and i did mean that.
this will have been queued for an hour at least by the time u see it. rn as i type this im debating using the taglist. i think ill use it. sorry 4 so many tags in a day, i bet ur sick of me
anyways! i had this idea while i was writing the perv!sho x reader thing. i thought about the differences between the ghouls and how they all love differently. at first i wasn't gonna post this, but then my brain wouldn't stop thinking about it so now this exists. its not meant 2 be a useful organization tool 4 the ghouls it's just something i had a little bit of fun with.
note that not every single ghoul is going 2 match the category he was put in exactly. for example, ghouls like luca, yuri, romeo, and even haru could probably fit in more than one of these categories, but i put them in the ones i thought suited them best. wanna discuss? leave a comment or an ask! ill be happy 2 talk it through with u <3.
yes i DID put in hcs about how long they last sexually. no i do NOT regret it. im speaking my TRUTH!!!
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The Lover Boys:
Haku, Haru, Sho, Luca, Zenji, Rui
do not last long but recover fast and can go multiple rounds 
prefer switching up their roles (dom→sub, sub→dom) more often 
they love like it's an incurable chronic terminal disease. it's never leaving them.
all-consuming, takes up most their time, they're drowning and falling and losing their minds 4 u
You like to tell yourself you're prepared, but is that ever really true? No, not really. The way his voice drops several octaves into a low purr just from seeing you should've been warning enough as to what you were in for. You didn't expect the all-consuming, suffocating love he'd trapped you in, but were you really complaining? As far as you were concerned, you were also convinced it was meant to be, and if he was a little crazy about it, that was a small price to pay. Of course, you eventually learn why he's crazy about it - he's never had it. The truest feeling of connection, the ability to just let it all go in one person's presence, the time to really feel another person. It's eluded him for so long, and now he has it, but it's threatened by a curse, something he cannot control. It's frightening, and though he tried not to, he ultimately buries you in his love, trying to find a way to make it last. It's okay though. As the threat wanes, so will his suffocation. The love will always be intense, but he will learn how to do it right. 
The Lost Boys:
Towa, Taiga, Jiro, Ed
they last so unbelievably long u don't know how they do it
love in more subtle ways bc 2 them, true love is quiet 
they will do loud and bold professions of it, but the real love is displayed quietly 
prefer 2 stick 2 one role (either dom or sub), not super flexible 
The occasional huge flower bouquet, expensive jewelry set, or new bag were thoughtful, but mostly just for show. He reveled in the attention, the jealous stares, the sucking of teeth, the eye rolls - all of it. Because he had you, not them. But that, of course, isn't all there is to it. While he may be relatively distant in public despite the extravagant gifts, he's rather sweet and attentive in private. He hides it better than a LoverBoy, but in truth, his heart bleeds just like theirs, and he feels the need to consistently strive to win your affections. You're amongst great people, after all. How can he make sure he stands out, all the time, just for you? You understand this, of course, and you're always quick to reassure him. He will give and give and give and give, in so many ways. You almost think he's bottomless, what with how much of himself he offers up, nearly all the time. But it's alright. He will learn to remind himself that he need not give himself away to bits simply to keep your attention, especially when he's already the apple of your eye. The gifts never stop though, and neither does his obvious enjoyment in the attention it gets you. He will never stop showing you off.
The Tragic Boys:
Leo, Subaru, Ren, Kaito, Yuri
love fluctuates. intense then quiet, hot then cold, all-consuming then insignificant 
very transparent ghouls with few layers. what u see is what u get.
often don't last long and take longer to recover 
a little more flexible with role changing, but do have solid preferences 
You are never, ever prepared. He's like a pendulum, swaying back and forth between endless, bountiful devotion and a cold shoulder the following day. He's not sure how to handle this love he has for you. It's unfamiliar, it's big, it's loud, it's petrifying. He's scared he'll do something wrong, and on those days when the fear eats him alive, he closes up, rejecting your presence. But then, he sees how down you are, and knows that wasn't right, so the following day he's at your beck and call. He'll do whatever you ask, just say the word and it's done, for you. His fatal flaw is that he never communicates his deep-seated fears, instead choosing to let them rumble in his gut and disrupt your relationship as a consequence. He wants you, though, and he never wants you to doubt that. He'll communicate eventually, the words spilling out before he can think much of them, apologies and desperate sobs with them. He won't shut down anymore after this, choosing to remain like an open book for you to read at any time. He will learn to hold you the right way, without clamming up nervously when you tell him he's perfect. 
The Silent Boys: 
Tohma, Romeo, Ritsu, Lyca, Alan, Jin
their love is consistent 
never changes, always with immense depth, but never readily apparent 
love is like a pretty serene waterfall with unseen strong currents capable of killing someone 
like to switch it up every now and again (mayyybe dom→sub, sub→dom yk)
last moderately. some might finish fast, some might take a while.
His attitude and demeanor towards you hardly change. He loves you, and he's serious about it, but that won't mean special treatment, extra gifts, or public displays of love. He will love you exactly as he always has, and sees nothing wrong with it. His love is in how he looks out for you, how he worries for you despite himself, how he may allow himself a small smile when you approach, or a sigh heavy laden with devotion, after you wrap your arms around him, and before he pushes you off of him. It's okay because you know how his heart beats erratically in his chest when you approach, which he's strangely good at hiding. You know how his breath hitches in his throat every time he sees you, his eyes glazing over like you're a vision to be committed to memory. You know how he treasures you, his love hidden under his vast sea of responsibilities. Peel the layers back and you'll see he's yours in all ways that matter, but he also knows he can't let that get in the way of his daily life. Once he has the time, and is no longer bearing the weight of prying eyes and overwhelming expectations, he'll build his life around you, to make sure you feel centered in his life, as he does in yours.
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well if nobody really likes these at least i had fun. amen!
no blurb 2 put here except that i have a ren fic incoming soon bc my regular [🐟] anon went crazy in my inbox about that boy and his damn collarbones.
y'all have a wonderful day im so tired.
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brighteyedbushybrowed · 27 days ago
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I've just come back from the first ritual!!! Below the cut is some stuff from the ritual that I would like to note and make public knowledge
I have tagged this post with the spoiler tags "the band ghost spoilers", "ritual spoilers", and "spoilers" for anyone who wants to block those tags until after they've gone to their own ritual tour date show ❤️
Perpetua's speaking voice is slightly higher in pitch than Copia's. Like, when I say slightly it's quite subtle but enough to notice it if you're actively listening for differences
Also he's less talkative than Copia was, which we kinda knew already bc Tobias confirmed this in an interview a few weeks ago
And during his first little. Speech thing?? He asked us all if we'd be gentle with him. And when we shouted no he was like "no?" And when we shouted back no again he said "are you gonna rough me up?" And when we all shouted yes he said "I'll hold you to that" and my god I haven't stopped thinking about that all night. What a night to become a Perpetua stan
In terms of setlist, I counted 5 songs from the new album! The first was played at the start and was an instrumental number, which I assume is gonna be the first track of the album. The second had lyrics about the sun and the moon?? Lachryma was played a little later, which was amazing. Satanized was played later on, also amazing. And there's a fifth song which I remember had a lot of lyrics about shadows? I think??
SPIRIT AND MONSTRANCE CLOCK ARE BACK ON THE SETLIST!!!
MOAC was an encore song instead of on the main set along with Dance Macabre and Square Hammer
DATHOML was played for the first time and it was beautiful. I think Perpetua expected us to shout back the whispered bits bc when we didn't do that he... idk what the expression was he made when I looked at him on the screen. Kinda like a "oh well nevermind" expression??
Outfits: he slays in all of them
My favourites were the pink sequin fuck you jacket for Square Hammer. And you guys remember the robes in that one picture where he's sat down and the robes have big skeletal hands on the shoulders? Well on the back is a spine, a pelvis, I can't remember if there were ribs or not, and A LONG BONE TAIL THAT STOPS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE ROBE
I won't spoil the backdrop or anything for yall bc it was so amazing that I need you guys to experience it blind. Oh my god. I was astounded
Perpetua blew us all kisses after the encore and I was like 🥹 the entire time
This could be the beginning of me returning to Ghost fanfic writing ngl. Perpetua is going to be on my mind constantly now.
And I wanna say a big MASSIVE thank you to Tobias, the ghouls, the techs, and everyone at the venue who made this such a wonderful experience. I'm genuinely so glad I couldn't use my phone bc I felt so present and engaged and the memories are smth I'll treasure forever
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akawifeyy · 3 months ago
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lovestruck | smau pt.3 (AKA12)
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description: a month after the hate messages sent to you by an anonymous account, you've begun the process of repairing the damage. the first step? reconnecting with kimi antonelli.
tropes: best friend's little sister, childhood friends, one-sided love, ob87 sister!reader
face claim: daniela avanzini
trigger warnings: suggestive content, hate speech (misogyny & covert death threats), swearing
| note: awee i love em 🥰 also this is part 3 / 3 fics!
pt.1 pt.2 pt.3
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comments (10357):
@ user1: tbh, it's a toss up. after all the scrutiny and hate, i wouldn't be surprised if y/n never showed her face again in public for fear of backlash. which is wild, bc she didn't even do anything wrong
-> @ user2: It just goes to show you how insane some F1 "fans" are.
@ user3: Even before all of this, Y/N was private. She's not coming out of her shell, and if she does, it's going to be months down the road.
@ user4: the belgian GP might be a good time for her to return, but i doubt that she will
-> @ user5: She usually posts GP pics, I'd be surprised if she broke that pattern (even though she technically already did)
Text messages between Kimi and Y/N (2025):
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@ f1spotted: Haas driver Ollie Bearman and Mercedes driver Kimi Antonelli took photos with a fan last night in Belgium before the Grand Prix!
tagged: @ f1, @ f1gossip
comments (94):
@ user6: Where's Y/N 😕 We miss her
-> @ user7: she's like a ghost
@ user8: starting to think I imagined Y/N's existence because what do you mean she hasn't been seen or talked to by anyone for the past month?
-> @ user8: like yeah she was private before but at least she posted relatively steadily, her fans knew she was alive. and now we're in the dark
-> @ user9: The parasocial relationships between people and their favorite celebrities never fail to astound me
@ user10: BEARNELLI FOREVER 🐻🐉
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@ kimiantonelli: P3 at Spa! All the hard work from the Mercedes team has made this year incredible 🖤
tagged: @ f1, @ mercedes
comments (8622):
@ user11: So proud of you Kimi🎉
@ user12: IS THAT Y/N
-> @ user13: the scream i scrumpt i think it is her
@ olliebearman: Slide 3... 🤨
Text messages between Kimi and Y/N (2025):
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@ yourusername: i'm sorry, the old y/n can't come to the phone right now 🤭 this account will be managed by my boyfriend, kimi antonelli. mess with me and you'll be messing with him. and lastly, any and all hate comments can be returned to the address: "IDGAF". thanks 💋
tagged: @ kimiantonelli, @ olliebearman, @ f1
comments (314):
@ user5: THE QUEEN HAS ARISEN
-> @ user14: the taylor swift rep reference in her post omg 😏
@ user15: This is not a drill - Y/N's back!
@ user16: The strength and bravery you're displaying is awe inspiring
@ kimiantonelli: I love you, tesoruccia
-> @ yourusername: love you too, kimi
@ olliebearman: Here for you, always ����
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@ bearman.nation: Siblings Ollie and Y/N are finally both back on social media platforms, and they're both slaying as always 🤗
tagged: @ olliebearman, @ yourusername
comments (72):
@ user2: Y/N is flawless, I wish I could be more like her. 😓
-> @ user17: literally, her backbone is insane because I fear I'd absolutely need a padded room after these handful of months
@ user18: Y/N is GLOWING
-> @ user19: it's the hiatus + kimi antonelli combo
@ user8: gahhh they're both so pretty
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@ kimiantonelli: I don't usually post many things outside of work, but I just wanted to say that it's me, my girl, and my F1 car against the world. The haters can be cruel, but I know the truth. Happy three months, tesoruccia 😘
tagged: @ yourusername
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@ yourusername: can't believe i've been stuck with you for 3 months already
-> @ kimiantonelli: 3 months and the rest of eternity
@ user20: CUTEST COUPLE AWARD
@ user11: Need me a love like Kimi and Y/N's
Statement released by Y/N (2025):
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Text messages between Kimi and Y/N (2025):
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─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───
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postmodernbeliever · 1 year ago
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little darling- fox mulder x female reader (SMUT OH MY GOD…)
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fox mulder knows how badly you want to be touched, to be taken care of, and he is obsessed with being the first and only guy to do it.
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my ao3 | word count: 6,071
content tags: smut, smut so good in my brain it came out poetic?, loss of virginity, virginity kink, dom fox mulder, protective gentle extremely horny fox mulder, embarrassment, sexual fantasy, plus size reader gets sooooo much love, im blushing just posting this aaaaaaa, oh some religious bits bc catholic girls are freaky and also his sex is THAT good, cross-posted on ao3
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fox knew it was wrong, and he didn’t care. he knew how he thought about you, how he touched you in his mind, how he wanted to possess you was culpable- but then again, how shameful could it truly be? how bad was it to want to take care of you, to teach you the right way, to want to show you how good love is supposed to feel? well, maybe it wasn’t completely pure, because he nearly came untouched just thinking about you sometimes, but he just couldn’t help himself. he wanted to. he wanted to be the one you chose to give yourself to. the only one. 
it was always in the most mundane moments, like this one, that he needed it most, which played into his guilt. soft moments where you were unaware of what you were saying or doing, clueless as to how you were making him feel. now, as you sat watching the sex scene from basic instinct while fox pretended to be filling out a case file at his desk, was one of those moments. you squirmed in your seat with a sweet blush on your cheeks, watching the slight caricature of sharon stone on top of michael douglas, pupils blown wide and trying to hide your interest. fox was doing his best not to move a muscle, but he felt like a vein would pop if he didn’t turn around to look at you. his stomach was twisting itself into hot, trembling knots just wondering what the scene was doing to you. 
you’ve been dating him for a few months now, and upon meeting him, you fell in love in a way you still didn’t understand. he did, too. he idolizes you, he holds you up above everyone else to his detriment. after the first few dates, you told him that you wanted to take the physical aspects of the relationship slow because you had personal obstacles to overcome; he promised to do so, because when you look at him, his entire world glows, and he refused to jeopardize that heaven you unraveled. but he’s learned a lot about you since then simply through deduction. the few risqué movies you’ve watched with him proved through the surprise on your face that you hadn’t seen much video porn, let alone been touched; the books you tried to hide in your purse had absurd covers with the lustful silhouettes of cowboys and prairie girls, corporate bosses and assistants, big looming over small against some dark backdrop– all of it meaning that when you were alone, you fantasized. but the most telling was when fox himself touched you, albeit innocently. it was like you’d never been touched by anything before. when fox’s fingers ghosted over your knuckles as he held your hand, you’d giggle like a schoolgirl, hiding your face in your shoulder. even better, when he brought those same hands to the soft, warm apples of your cheeks, you’d shudder, melting into his touch like you’d lost your volition. it didn't matter how he did it- if his hands were on you in some capacity, your breath hitched in your throat like a fool. 
you wanted to let him touch you. there wasn’t a thing in the world you wanted more than to let him give you all of the things you’d dreamed, all of the things he must be aching to, but it was difficult for you. it seemed no amount of love was enough to break down your walls– you’d never let anyone that close. you’d always struggled with your body and your worth, and the little dating experience you’d had wasn’t much to boast about. you weren’t what people wanted, even if you were deserving. you knew fox was different, and that to him you weren't too big or not pretty enough, but you had just about every anxiety about physical affection. he had no idea you were a virgin on top of it all, which only made the pressure greater. you just couldn’t get over the fear. but you yearned to have it, so much so that even the smallest instances set your body aflame. you had the most lewd things running through your head when fox did just about anything. once you watched the man reach for the cereal box on the top shelf in his kitchen, and his sleep shirt rode up to reveal the dark happy trail that disappeared down his pants, and you felt so dizzy you could’ve dropped dead. and whenever he was close, it was unbearable. you replayed the sensation of his strong, lean hands resting protectively over your hip at his friend’s house. you thought about the way his lips felt on your forehead so often you could’ve written a book based solely on the texture. it drove you insane, the way you wanted him, and you drove yourself insane every time you didn’t act on it. but what did you know of hands, of mouths, of letting someone see what you shroud in fabric every day? what did you know of making him feel good, too, of being worth the wait for him?
now, as you curled up on his couch, you watched michael douglas’ hand grip sharon stone’s leg. it was big, but not big like fox’s. you imagined it was your boyfriend on the television, dark and brooding, as you saw how the man dove between the blonde’s legs, starving; her back arched, propelling her hips forward into his face, and she let out a soft moan. in your head, you saw yourself on that bed, and fox as hungry. you squeezed your thighs together and gathered the blanket draped across your legs in your palms, trying not to look as overwhelmed as you felt. but the agent who listened to the heavy breathing on screen saw exactly what was happening to you. he saw the blood rushing to the tips of your ears, tinting them the color of your bitten lips; he saw the way you shifted rhythmically beneath the blanket, almost undetectable, but absolutely undeniable. fox looked up at the ceiling as if to thank the god he didn’t believe in for playing basic instinct on cable, and he stood up from the desk, stalking over to sit beside you on the couch. as his body made the cushions dip, you smiled nervously. through a cracking voice, you said, “i didn’t know this movie was all… y’know.”
‘oh, yeah, it’s pretty heavy,” fox nodded, attempting his best unassuming expression. “still good, though, huh?”
“i mean, sure,”
“yeah, i think so, too.”
fox sighed just a tad too loudly and let his hand fall on your thigh. nothing but the blanket was between his palm and your skin. you looked to him with a pleading pair of eyes, though you didn’t really know what you were pleading for. the moaning from the television got louder, and you felt so warm, and his hand wasn’t going anywhere. you had no idea what to do. fox grinned at you and let his head tilt back over the couch as he swallowed thickly. you stared at the curve of his stately neck, how his adam’s apple bobbed, and every inch of your body pined in his wake. fox gazed at you, lounged wide like a lion, and his hand slowly traveled up your thigh to the crease of your hip. he slid his fingers across the soft crevice, and you were still at a statue, stuck between craving the friction and terrified to feel it. 
“can i ask you something personal?” fox’s voice was gentle. husky.
“...mhm.”
“has anyone ever, uh,” you followed his gaze to the tv, where michael douglas was doing things that made your hands sweat. “have you ever done it like that?”
you prayed that a black hole would open up in the floor and suck you in, so you never had to admit the truth. but his hand was still in that soft spot, and his minty eyes were made of looking glass, and the image of him that fucked your mind was so boggling you were on the edge of giving up. 
“just out of curiosity,” he added, lips curling into a cheshire smile.
you ran a hand across your burning cheeks and murmured, “uh, no. no, i haven't.”
“it’s interesting, y’know, how they can make it look so real,” fox pursed his lips, pushing his hand back down your thigh to rest on your knee. 
before you could bite your tongue, you confided, “i wouldn’t really know.”
fox’s hand paused at the crest of your kneecap, a chill running down his body. he thought of you, his pretty, quiet, gentle girl, and he never once stopped to think why you were so reserved. he always blamed the little silver cross that hung from your neck and some guy from your past, but he neglected other options. but now, his mouth watered. 
“really?”
you tugged the blanket up to your face. “is that a bad thing?”
the man turned to face you, pulling your hands away to reveal the flushed face beneath. you were breathing so heavily. a need rattled his bones, one he wished he could stifle. pictures flashed in his brain- you, writhing beneath him, the feeling so new, making pretty faces as he did what the people in movies do. him, defiling you, ruining the girl you’ve been, clutching to your cross as your mouth bled with his name. maybe he was a monster, but his cock twitched in his dress pants at the humiliated expression you bore.
“no, baby, of course not!” he chuckled, “no, that’s– that’s a good thing.”
“but i-”
“everyone does things at their own pace,” 
“but…”
“but what, sweetheart? i don’t expect anything from you.” fox sweetly lied. he wouldn’t force it, but he wanted it. badly. 
“i just wish that, uh, that i had by now. sometimes. i guess.” 
your eyes darted between the television screen and the way his nimble fingers encased both of your wrists. it only took one hand for him to hold you down… what a career he could make with his other hand free. 
“have you ever tried?” 
“...no.”
“do you want to?”
you let out a nervous hum. something came over you like it always does, and you leaned over to hide in his shoulder; in a way, that was better than letting him see your face. his hand rested at the nape of your neck as he cooed, “awh, baby, it’s okay.”
“it’s not really okay,” you mumbled into his shirt. “it’s embarrassing.”
“i don’t think it is. i think it’s cute.”
you felt his hand run down your back, and you pushed yourself a little closer, so you could rest against his neck. fox kept talking since you were at a loss. 
“nothing embarrassing about that, i promise. truthfully, you’re better off. so many guys out there just wanna take advantage, y’know?” he reasoned, tracing little things at the small of your back, fingertips like pens. “probably would’ve wished you didn’t, because you’re so hard on yourself… i would hate to know you lost your virginity to some guy who didn’t care about you. not the way i do.”
the heat of your breath against his neck was maddening. everything about you was maddening. how you curled into him for protection, for reassurance, how your palms tugged at the wrinkled cotton of his work shirt because you didn’t know where to put them. the little nods of agreement you made with every opinion he voiced. he wanted to knock you on your back and fuck you right there, but he couldn’t. he couldn’t spring it on you. you had to want it, you had to let him. and he knew you wanted to let him because it was all over you. 
he asked again, “baby, do you want to?”
he raised his wandering hand to tuck your hair behind your ear, and you felt this urge inside you, an indulgence just begging to be released. acting selfishly, you pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, and beneath your lips, you felt the vibration of a little growl. fox tangled his palm in your hair, and as gently as he could, he pulled your head back so you had no choice but to look at him. 
“is that a yes?”
your stomach churned. “yes.”
“good. come on.”
fox rose from the couch and tugged you up with him. he watched the blanket fall from your legs to see that your sleep shorts had ridden up and tucked themselves in the chub of where your thighs and legs met, that sacred spot he’d touched before, and he rolled his eyes in ardor. with your shaky hand in his, the man led you into his bedroom, where he motioned for you to sit at the edge of the bed. 
“fox, i…”
“what, love?”
“i… i don’t know.”
you watched him walk over to his closet and open the doors, revealing the shuffled-around mess inside. with his back turned to you, you saw his hands disappear to unbutton the dress shirt that crumpled on his shoulders from a day’s work. as he pulled it over his head, the spotless skin of his sculpted back smiled at you. your hips were warm. 
“you’re nervous,” he said, still facing away as he threw the shirt into the basket. “i know you are. but it’s not so scary. plus, you’re with me. i’m nice, aren’t i?” “you’re very nice,” you smiled, “but you’ve done this before. you… you know so much more than i do.”
“are you sure?” fox’s laugh rumbled low in his throat, “because i’ve seen the books you read. bet you’ve got all kinds of ideas i’ve never even tried before.”
you shifted on the bed, tucking your legs into a crisscross. “w-well, that’s different!”
“no, it’s not!” the man teased, shaking his head like you were hopeless. he crossed the room, back to you, where he stood like a pillar before the bed. when you didn’t meet his gaze, he tucked his finger beneath your chin and made you. “you’ve been thinking about it for so long, haven’t you, sweetheart? about me? must be so lonely, just thinking, never doing.” 
he passed his thumb over your trembling chin, admiring your starry eyes, how they reflected so much love. you were so pretty, a pretty he couldn’t have imagined if he’d seen all the most beautiful women in the world. none of them could hold a candle to his girl. “you’re so smart, so good at handling things when they’re hard. but you never let anyone handle you, do you? not even me, baby, and i could be so good at it.”
you couldn’t control how you let him sway you. you gave yourself over, basking in the rush. he settled on his knees, so you had to look down, and he pressed his hands to where your love handles dipped, passing the skin over in his hands. 
“i’ve wanted to let you,” you sighed, “i’ve… thought about it.”
fox’s eyes, eager as a puppy’s, looked up at you as he asked, “well, when we’re in your head, where do i start?”
you shivered. “you kiss me first.”
the man decided that you deserved to have your fantasies fulfilled; if in your pretty mind you’d dreamed up a routine, then he’d follow it, and he’d prove to you that nothing was as good as the real deal. he pushed up on his knees and leaned in, thankful for his low-set bed, as he pressed his lips against yours. you disassembled against his touch; he moved with a cadence that had your head spinning, fingers behind your ears, tongue swiping against your bottom lip. you’d kissed him plenty, but never like this. never so messy, so desperate. he tasted warm, and kind, sunshine in a mouth. you let out a soft whimper as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth.
“i think you’re a bad girl in that head of yours, angel,” he mumbled into your mouth. “what do i do next up there?”
you were too afraid to say it, and you didn’t want to pull away from his lips, so instead you reached for the wrist that held his hand to your face. fox’s throat tightened as you guided his hand down to your stomach, a place you didn’t let him touch often. 
“so pretty, baby,” he admired, knowing exactly what it is you needed from him. he paraded his kisses down to your neck, where he got so much sloppier. he licked a stripe over your throat, nipping at the soft skin of your jaw, and he passed the chub of you over in his devastating hands. you keeled forward, resting your forehead against his shoulder, and he littered your ear with little pecks. “so soft. i love your tummy, y’know. how it looks when you wear those pretty dresses, and how when you wear my shirts i can see the shape. fuckin’ adorable, you have no idea. prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”
“fox,” you whined. he was barely even touching you, but the weight of his words anchored your lungs to the floor. 
he took a little liberty and leaned down to tug your shirt up, and began brushing his lips over you, spit for paint. you let your hands wander to his hair, and your stomach flipped at the noises he made. 
“now what, sweetheart?”
“y-you… agh,”
fox pulled away, and you swooned at the sight of his pretty lips already swollen. “forgettin’ already?”
“well…” you trailed off, feeling a mental fog roll in.
fox stood up and pushed at your shoulders, tilting you back onto his bed. laying down, he had more access to pushing your shirt up and seeing you for real. he sucked at his teeth, handsome face overtaken with want; you curved like a muse beneath him, and he wondered why you hid all this body beneath clothes. you felt his hands like a compass, mapping the cascading mountain ranges and slow, dipping valleys of your hips and thighs, as if his whole world was discovering you, as if his purpose existed within the endless confines of your flesh and bones. and his hands roamed freely, nomadically, through your land, committing every road that made you shiver to memory. 
“where do you touch yourself, princess?” fox smiled. you whined, and he clicked his tongue. “come on, show me.”
your hand shook, but you rested it over your shorts, and you curled your fingers in to prove you knew how. 
“good girl. bet you know just what to do, huh?”
“mhm,”
“but your fingers aren’t enough, are they?” fox pouted playfully as he hooked his thumbs beneath the elastic band squeezing your waist. 
“no,” you wheezed, “never.”
“fuck. you sound so pretty when you need me. let me see you.”
trying to stop himself from rushing, the man clambered on top of you and grabbed you by the back of your knees, pushing you up the bed a bit. when your head hit pillows, he tucked them behind you, and he crawled back down to your legs with a mission. gently, he tugged your shorts down, and beneath were little black boyshorts that cut into the skin of your thighs. he looked about as starving as michael douglas as he flattened his palms against your hips, adoring the sight. 
“y’know, most girls hide lacy things,” he teased, “i like this so much better.”
breathlessly, you said, “lace is itchy.”
“god, you’re just dying for it, aren’t you?”
you pushed up into his palms and whispered, “please.”
“please what?”
“do it,” you heaved, “i need it, fox.”
he didn’t need to be told again. he slid your panties down in one sweep and practically drooled over what you had kept from him all this time. he could’ve cried. this must be what people felt when they saw the mona lisa for the first time, or had a prayer answered. this was his very own da vinci original. this was god’s divinity trapped in your lower half. you were an irritated pink, your pussy plump as the rest of you; as he pushed your thighs wide, he found a sheen already coating your skin. “fuck, sweetheart, is this from the movie or me?”
“y-you.” you kicked yourself for all your stammering, but the glow of his cheeks soothed the embarrassment. 
“oh, yeah?”
you didn’t know how easy it would be to let yourself be touched before you just tried it. here, with the one man who might be the direct work on god on earth, you wanted to spill every secret now that you knew something of hands. your heart beat against your ribcage relentlessly as you admitted, “was imagining it was you on tv, fox, you and me,”
“jesus christ,” fox grunted, eyes dirty and dark. “i can fuck you better than he ever could.”
fox pressed his thumb to the bundle of nerves that throbbed between your legs, and just the pressure alone drew a dangerous moan from the back of your throat. he relished in the sound as he began to circle his finger, leaning down to kiss the searing skin. you rolled your hips against his touch, begging for more friction, and he wordlessly rewarded you with a new motion, one that needed two fingers for rubbing. you grabbed at his forearm as it came into reach, and he felt like he could explode from how you tugged at him. you held onto his arm like it was a lifeline. any other girl would’ve grabbed the bedsheets or touched her body, but your inexperience meant you were acting on instinct, and that quite possibly was the best thing he’d ever seen. watching you feel so good for the first time in your life had him panting like a dog. you were all his now, his pretty girl under his spell. an angel who knew only one name. 
“good, baby?”
“mm-nngh,” was all you had to say. 
“what a pretty girl.”
“fox…”
“good girl. only i can make you feel like this, right? not those guys in your books, none of those movies. just me, my hands, baby, my mouth,”
you used your grip on his arm to try and get him to go faster, but he refused. he wriggled free from your grasp and left a ghostly kiss on your stomach, tutting, “oh, no, angel. i’m gonna make this last. want you out of your mind when i’m done.”
you’ve felt powerless all your life, and you do even now, but this is the first time you’ve ever needed more. you were engrossed in being taken. you’d been too afraid to pray for this because you weren’t sure how the man upstairs would feel about you breaking his technical rules, but you had to have yearned to let fox take your virginity every night since you met him. you knew he’s done this before, but you didn’t know he was so gifted; but even he could tell you that it wasn’t so much his experience as it was how he wanted to ruin every other guy for you. and how could you want another when his hand– that which wrapped around the neck of a pistol, that which choked the air of men’s throats– circled your clit so gently, working a new kind of love into you that you never thought imaginable?
“been dreaming about this, y’know,” fox drawled, leaving stinging kisses on your waist. “been thinking about how our first time would go. and you’re doing so good, you’re taking it so well right now.”
you couldn’t speak. every word got caught in your chest. so instead you tugged at his hair, trying to get him to kiss you. he giggled, hovering over you and slowing his fingers so he could give you what you wanted. you moaned into his mouth, lips gnashing against his teeth in your eagerness, and just when you felt like you were starting to have some control, you felt two of his fingers push between your folds. they went so much deeper than you’ve ever gotten your own, and as he curled them inside you, your entire body shook. gasping against his cheek, you exhaled, “oh my god,”
“be careful, baby, you don’t want him to hear you,” fox warned, voice thick with lust. 
you grabbed at his chest, fingers running through the little curling hairs that grew in a thicket over his heart, and you felt it beating, keeping time with his hand. you wondered if sex felt like this for everyone the first time around, but then again, how could it? unless fox was there for them all, they could never have had it this good. 
“you’re so pretty,” fox cooed, “so pretty on my fingers. d’you feel pretty, baby?”
“mmm,”
“tell me you feel pretty,”
“i- i feel pretty.”
“mhm. what about me, love, you think i’m pretty, too? my hands feel pretty?”
“fuck,” you squeaked, “fox!”
“i know you do. say it.”
“you’re so pretty,” you droned, trying to catch his lips in a kiss, but he rerouted to your neck. 
you ground into his palm over and over again, and he felt you burning up on his fingertips, contracting, squeezing, shaking. he moaned into your shoulder, “do you wanna cum, baby?”
your hands scratched at his arms, and to his surprise, you shook your head violently. “not yet,”
“really?”
“mm-mm. not… not time yet.”
fox’s pupils swallowed the green of his eyes. the man licked his lips and slowed to a stop, letting his fingers rest inside of you, and he asked, “what comes next, then?”
even in a position so lewd as this one, you were too embarrassed to explain. so you reached up to his mouth, swiping your thumb across his slick bottom lip, and with pretty little doe eyes, you popped your finger into his mouth. you watched as he wrapped his lips around it, swirling his tongue over the salty taste of your skin, and you whispered, “i need you.”
fox pulled off your finger with a pop. “how?” 
he followed your lidded gaze as it traveled down to the bulge in his pants, and he nearly passed out. 
“you sure you’re ready for that?” his eyebrows knit together in true concern, but he knew he was the one who had to answer the question, too. he wanted to do right by you– you couldn’t regret this, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you did. “i can wait, you know. this is about you.”
“no. i’m ready,”
“positive?”
“mhm,” you sighed, “just… don’t hurt me.”
the man above you melted like putty, and the hunger he’d touched you with went soft. you saw that toothy grin again, the one that gave you butterflies, and he promised, “i’d never hurt you, angel.”
the scruff of his jaw even tinted a lovesick pink as he kissed you. your fingers scratched at the back of his ears like you would a dog’s, and you confessed between breaths, “i love you, foxie.”
his hands flew to his waist and he rushed to undo his belt and shimmy the slacks down. he wanted to scream, he wanted to stand at the edge of the world and tell every soul about the way you coated his entire existence in sugar, but right now, it was just you. he was alone with his girl, and if he couldn’t tell the world, he could at least make you sick of hearing it. 
“i’m so fuckin’ in love with you,” he swore, marking your face with invisible prints of his mouth. “i’m all yours, princess.”
“oh, god,” you groaned, watching how he spilled out of his boxers with glazed eyes. you had no idea where he was hiding all that. you felt a little dorky for the surprise, but who could blame you?
fox was too far to reign in. he grabbed your wrists and pulled you up, and he made you scoot up against his headboard; you pressed your back against the cold wood, and you yelped as he raised you in the air, pinning you to the wall. 
“fox, i-”
“you’re not too heavy,” he stopped you, knowing what you were going to say. “you’re perfect.”
you couldn’t complain- truthfully, you didn’t even get the chance to think about it, because he was all over you. with one hand holding you up by the leg, and the other gripping the headboard with white knuckles, he pushed himself between your legs, and you knocked your head into the wall at the way he stuffed you. 
“fuck, fox!”
it didn’t hurt, but god, was he big. pinned to the wall like this, you had no bearings. he had you suspended, stapled down by his sheer strength;  you never thought you could be fucked like this, some little ragdoll he could throw around, but clearly you underestimated how much he could handle. you felt the wind leaving your lungs as he pulled out and snapped back in, pelvis rolling hard against your swollen clit. he moved like a wave crashing down, managing to soak every part of you with his skin.
“fuck, sweetheart, so much better than i imagined,” he croaked, “feels okay, right?”
“s-so… so big…”
“oh, baby, i know,” he babied, leaving pinprick kisses on your jaw. “you can take it, pretty girl.”
his big hand tangled itself in the hair at the base of your neck as he fucked you into the creaking headboard. you were an endless machine of moans and profanities, head lolling, trying to keep your eyes open to watch the way his lips parted at the feeling of you encircling him. he tugged at your hair, and a guttural groan escaped your lips. 
“always wanted to get fucked like this, huh, baby? you’re such a good girl, you deserve it,”
“fox, please,”
“such a pretty girl,” he moaned, “jesus, you sure you’ve never done this before?”
as you bucked your hips against his swelling length, you offered a drunken grin. “only in my… dreams.”
“oh my god. you’ve got no idea how hot you are.”
he was everywhere, he was heaven, he was the pounding in your head as you collapsed against his body, letting him use you like a toy. you scratched at his shoulders, mouth all over his sizzling skin, and he flooded your ears with pretty praises. you hoped to god that by the time he was done you’d have the print of his hands tattooed on your hips, or that he’d never be done and you could float on by in this bliss forever. but his hips were thrusting hard, and falling out of time, and you felt your tummy squeezing like it was running out of air. he drowned in you, mouth full of dirty whines and strings of i love yous, and you knew you couldn’t hold back.
“f-fox… oh- oh god…”
“gonna cum for me, princess?”
“i… i’ve never…”
the feeling in your stomach was foreign and hot, and it was backing up all the functions of your brain. all you felt was fox between your legs, terrorizing this little spot that short-circuited all your nerves, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, trapping his mouth with yours– and when he hit it one last time, with eyes rolling back, and you let everything go. fox felt the warmth of you spilling over him, and the silent scream you let out had him unraveling in seconds. his hands were all over your face, fingers on your teeth as he came inside you, feeling himself mixing with you, and nearly bursting again just knowing he was. 
“oh, baby,” he fussed, “good girl, atta girl!”
pulling out slowly, so you didn’t feel too shocked, he slid you down the headboard softly and helped prop you up against the pillows again. you couldn't see straight, and everything twinkled, but you did catch a glimpse of him sneaking back down the bed. the man admired the mess he left behind. the smallest dribble spilled out of you, and all of a sudden he was lapping it up with his tongue, thirsty as a castaway. your entire body buzzed with overstimulation, and in what felt like screams but only came out strangled, you exclaimed, “fuck, oh my god!”
his tongue split you open, collecting all the juices between your hips and smearing the inside of your thighs, the pretty little mound of your pussy, making you shimmer like an angel. he sucked, and he swirled, and he dug his tongue between your folds like a freak, and you grabbed at his sweaty hair, so full of him you wanted to thank your angels for sending you someone so perfect.
“come on, i know you’ve got more,” fox coaxed, “one more, baby, one more.”
black spots crossed your line of vision as you watched his face disappear in your legs, and the tidal wave rose again, drowning you in a feeling that had you bucking against his tongue like a rogue horse. you’d never been able to make yourself cum, but all it took was fox mulder to pull two loads right out of you. you felt disgusting, you felt drunk, you felt so good you could’ve died this way. you didn’t ever want to leave the bed. fox made his way back up, heaving, and he kissed you with milky lips. you tasted yourself on his tongue, and you needed his palms to pin your hips down as you trembled, stuck on your high. 
“good girl, didn’t that feel good?” kiss. “you did so good, baby,” kiss, “so good for me,” kiss, “m’so proud of you, sweetheart.”
“mm… agh,” 
“i know, love, take a deep breath.” you felt his hand press against your warm tummy, and he told you again, “take a deep breath for me.”
you smiled, trapped beneath him, and you breathed like he wanted you to. anything he wanted, for the rest of his life, he would get. through fuzzy vision, you saw his glittery eyes, the grecian curve of his face, the little white strip of teeth behind his handsome smile, and you felt so in love you didn’t know what to do with yourself. he started to blush under your gaze, so he laid down on top of you, resting his head on your chest to listen to your racing heartbeat. 
“foxie,” you whispered.
“hm?”
“m’not a virgin anymore,” you giggled, the joy bubbling out of you. 
his warm laugh echoed in your ribs. “not anymore.”
“all yours now,” you swooned, “are you happy?”
you felt his hand slither behind your back, and he scratched at your spine, making you squeal at the ticklish feeling. then he attacked your neck and shoulders, mercilessly going after all the spots he knows are most sensitive until you lost your breath again from his innocent touch. “stupid question!”
“ah!– fox– agh, stop!” you swatted at his hands, a blissful wreck.
“‘course i’m happy,” he chuckled as he relented. “are you?”
in a huff, you rested your spinning head on his pillows and blushed. “mhm. very.”
“worth the wait?”
“definitely. thank you.”
“my pleasure,” he teased, flopping down beside you and lacing his fingers with yours. and when a comfortable silence fell, he couldn’t help himself: “you know i’m never gonna stop thinking about this, right? i’m ruined for life.”
“shut up,” you laughed. 
“no, seriously. get ready for a life of me drooling over you doing absolutely nothing.”
“i’d like that life, i think.”
you curled up in his side, and he drew you close, letting you hide in the crook of his neck the same way you did in what felt like a lifetime ago on his couch. there was still a little devil on his shoulder, applauding him for taking a piece of you that no one else could have now, but more than anything, his heart ebbed and flowed in his chest, blossoming each time he looked down at your pretty face. he meant it when he said he was ruined. you ruined everything by letting him fall in love with you, and he has never felt so lucky. 
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thesmpisonfire · 1 year ago
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Hey lads!
So, it's amazing waking up and seeing so many supportive posts towards the Brazilians of the community and also towards Cellbit. It rlly makes me feel safe here and reassures I choose the right community to be active on (qsmpblr <3)
But I need y'all to know that the reason the xenophobia against brazilian fans and cellbits doc are connected is bc a bunch of brazilians managed to gather screenshots of people (both from the english and the hispanic side of the community) being xenophobic and racist towards us and we made a big thread with them to showcase we were not crazy and overreacting. And so, the same people that were xenophobic decided to bring up AGAIN the whole deal with Cellbit's ex as a smoke bomb and to diverge attention from their shit and to "justify" it, bringing up brazilians from other spheres outside qsmptwt that hate on Cellbit for the fun and made it bigger than it should
And bc of that, she saw it and made that terrible fake accusation, leading to the document
Also. Please don't feel pressured and forced to make a post showing your support to both Cellbit and the brazilians. If you want to, okay! Thanks for doing it! But if you don't, it's okay. It's a tough topic. And most of us are here because we don't want the twitter stress and some don't even have twitter to know. Not everyone campers the tag to be always up with the news
I'd just say that if you wanna show your support but feel too shy to make a post or anxious and now is feeling worse, send a dm or an anon ask to a fellow brazilian blogger. I can guarantee, it's enough and we feel really good with it too
And also. People. Don't fucking go around shaming others for not speaking up about the whole mess. Don't go "your silence speaks volumes" ESPECIALLY since you didn't scroll far enough to see we weren't silent. Yesterday we talked about it, we spread Cellbit's doc link, we made posts about the xenophobia. But the qsmpblr community don't want to stir and simmer in the drama so long. We want peace and feel comfortable here. I can assure you, private communities from bloggers on discord keep talking about it, but most of us want to go back to normal posting so people go back to feel safe and not triggered about such a heavy topic
Don't. Fucking. Shame. People. For. Not. Posting. About. It.
This is not twitter. When someone is a dick, you WILL know, and it wont be bc they didn't talk about smth that twitter made into a bigger drama than it should be
Anyway, stay safe y'all. Thanks for the supportive messages towards the brazilians <3
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khaoala · 2 months ago
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Lore request number 1847389291 (sorry I've been asking so much lmao new som som trying my best to catch up) what happened at firsts graduation I saw that hug and that kt almost didn't go but no details help? Pls?
anon, first of all, feel free to send fk lore questions whenever you like. i'll try to give as much context as i can, and people also add things in, and it's a blast, i love when these come in.
second of all, i'm so very glad you're making me talk about first's graduation. it's probably one of my favorite firstkhao moments.
first's graduation (he has a bachelor's degree in cyber business management and graduated with honors, he's that guy) happened on december 15, 2021, so two weeks after the announcement of the eclipse during gmmtv 2022. this event is what we (or at least i do) like to call "the event that inspired the plot of our skyy 2 x the eclipse" because it's basically what happened 😏😏
as you can imagine, graduating is a very important moment and in thailand they do this thing a lot of holding fan gatherings when an artist graduates and many of their friends come to congratulate them too (like when earth, firstkhao and arm went to mix's graduation last year).
first had a lot people over to see him. besides his family members, ofc, first's favorite bruda (tay tawan) attended, gawin, ciize, louis, love, nanon and many many others.
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but khaotung, being the rascal that he is, told first that something came up and that he wouldn't be able to attend first's graduation which made first properly sulky. i'm not even kidding. they were all using masks ofc because 2021, covid, all that shit, but we know mr. kanaphan to have amazingly expressive eyes and baby boy looked so sad and pouty because his best friend said he wouldn't attend (tumblr doesn't let me post more than one video, but i'll link you to the videos and the graduation tag so you can check out his contained tantrum in the end of this post).
at some point when ciize (who is the founder of this fandom, may i add, since when they were just a ghostship, she was already in the trenches) approached first, and he was talking in the phone with khaotung and first offered her the phone and she asked "what did you do to make him so angry, khaotung?!"
ofc khaotung was just joking and ofc he wouldn't miss his best friend's graduation. he showed up and i kid you not, it was like first's sunny disposition came back to him in a blink. ofc, he was still annoyed bc khaotung fooled him and there were many instances where it looked like he was going to hit khaotung, but khaotung knows his baby bestie and stayed by his side all the time. there were a few moments when first would be talking to other people but his hand would stay around khaotung (there's one particular video of them talking to what i believe is one of the staff, and while first's eyes are on them, he keeps caressing khaotung's back absentmindedly because the next thing we assume happens is that first scolded khaotung - again - for pranking him).
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khaotung was having a blast that day playing around with first. and first was also trying to look nonchalant at some point which was so adorable. you know how in the end of our skyy 2, after ayan's surprise to akk and how he says, "i told you i loved seeing you get pranked. when you make an angry face, you look so… (cute)". that is firstkhaotung during first's graduation.
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you can search the tag #FirstkpGraduation on twitter where you'll find many more videos and pictures and here's the links to some of my favorite videos since i can't post them here:
[ link one ] [ link two ] [ link three ] [ link four ] [ link five ] [ link six ]
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