#remember how i said i hate editing photo sets?

[raiiny-bay]

this next edit is going to take me so long to finish.........

[misofist]

I did a pretty interesting scene with my girlfriend @trannytheophage last night.

She is *very* susceptible to hypnosis, and she has a trigger that can be used to make her forget anything of your choosing. She's also kinky enough that (in the right setting) she can take almost anything she hates and sexualise the suffering until she enjoys it.

I had something in mind that I knew she'd hate. So in the afternoon while we were getting ready to go to a play party, I gave her a sneak peak. I showed her exactly what I was planning to do. As expected, she hated it, but I was wanting to make sure that she wouldn't hate it enough for it to be a consent issue. Then I made her forget, so it would still be a surprise.

Early on at the play party I ran the scene I'd been planning. Another friend at the party joined in, adding extra parts to the scene that made it way better than I'd originally planned. My girlfriend fell deep into subspace.

When she surfaced, she growled and hissed at me and promised that she'd get me back. And I told her that no she wouldn't, because she wouldn't remember. I also told her she should mind her manners or I might extend her torment.

When the scene ended, I used careful phrasing to edit her memories, so she could remember everything she'd done with the third person in the scene but not anything I'd done, not the part that she'd really hated.

Trouble arrived only a few seconds later. My girlfriend was puzzled at some lingering sensations she had which couldn't be explained by what she remembered. I gave a kinda half-hearted "oh that's strange" and she leapt at me, pinned me to the ground by my neck, and asked me "What did you do? What did you make me forget?"

My other girlfriend opportunistically tickled my feet, and as I squirmed desperately I could not barely catch enough breath to say a single word. Once I was afforded the ability to speak again, I gave in. "I'll tell you I'll tell you! I'll whisper it to you." So she leaned in to hear, and I used her trigger to make her forget that I'd made her forget something.

She blinked a bit and then went "Why do I have you pinned to the floor by your neck..." and after a moment of puzzlement it dawned on her why she was feeling confused. And she started right back in, "What did you do!?"

This second time, after I offered to whisper it to her again, I managed to wriggle out of her grip as I was pretending to reveal it to her. And so as she forgot what she was doing once again, this time she came back to without anything obvious to remind her. I had gotten away with it.

Later in the night, she asked me to take a photo of her ass (which had just been spanked). I took the photo and showed it to her. As I took my phone back, I mentioned how I had a lot of other great photos of her from the night. And she looked confused and said "what do you mean, we haven't done any photos... we haven't played together tonight?" And I ineffectually deflected with "oh yeah of course".

She dropped me to the floor and started kicking me quite viciously. The third person from earlier joined in on the fun, stomping on me with her boots. I playfully protested, and eventually pulled the "I'll whisper it to you" trick again.

The other person said "oh that's a shame, I was hoping she'd realise who else had the information she was looking for" so I turned around and sweetly said "Hey <girlfriend>, <other person> has information about something you've forgotten." and then let the violent interrogation scene play out between the two of them.

The third person ended up being made to spill their info, and as my girlfriend walked away triumphantly, I whispered the trigger in her ear again. She wondered aloud why she'd been topping the other person, and I told her that it's because they'd been wanting to be bullied. She does aftercare for them, and then we all split off to do our own things for the rest of the evening.

And now I have written this, so she can enjoy the knowledge of how I toyed with her mind, and still feel the frustration of being clueless about what happened in the original scene.

I'll tell her what happened from time to time. I'll show her the photos. But it's not a memory I'll allow her to keep. She will only be able to savour it in brief flashes, as and when it suits me.

[darnell-la]

𝗪𝗛𝗬? 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗨𝗟 (ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ)

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pairing: protective!sweet!rafe cameron x recovering!drug addict!reader

warnings: mention of past drug abuse, smut, rough sex, passionate sex, a lot of kissing, mild SA, fight, mind blood mention, good ending, etc.

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𝟯𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗩

It was rough, but y/n got clean. It’s been a full year, and tonight’s the night Rafe wanted to celebrate. He was proud the first fully clean day and words couldn’t explain how proud he was now.

Y/n would have made it if it wasn’t for Rafe. He paid full price for her sessions. He was there for her mentally. His presence and comfort could’ve helped her without going to therapy and rehab.

She never knew Rafe had a sweet side. Rafe didn’t either. Something in him changed. He tried gaining back how he used to be one time with y/n, but he failed miserably.

It was when they were out and a group of people cat-called her. She smiled and licked arms with Rafe, which shouldn’t have been a problem, but Rafe was pissed.

“Why did you smile?” He asked her, and she told him she didn’t want to be rude. He raised his voice for not even a second. He calmed down quick. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t be rude to her. He loved her… That’s when he knew he loved her.

“What’re we doing out here, Rafe?” Y/n asked as Rafe walked through the doors of his yacht, but it took him a while to convince Y/n to go on. “Just wanted to relax with you tonight,” he said, sitting beside her.

She was lying in bed, watching a movie since he said it would take them half an hour to get where he wanted to go.

“We could’ve at home,” she said as she lay on his chest. “Do you not know what day it is today?” Rafe genuinely asked before she looked up at him in confusion. “You’ve been asking me all day, Rafe, and I keep saying now,” she said as he chuckled.

“It’s your own year of being clean, baby. You should know this,” he said, triggering y/n’s mind. Her eyes instantly began to burn, not from the memories, but from the thoughts of Rafe. He remembered, and he seemed too excited.

“Hey, hey, why are you crying? It’s not a bad thing, this is good. This. Your success, baby,” Rafe turned to pull her into his chest, hoping he didn’t make her feel uncomfortable. He didn’t mean to dump a bad memory on her.

“No, no — I’m just happy you care so much. I completely forgot,” she said, pulling away to look at him. “Thank you, Rafe,” she said before giving him a peck. His cheek instantly turned red.

Remembering the first week of Rafe pushing extremely hard to help her and then asking her to be his girlfriend all at the same time was a dream she never knew she had.

“Anything for you, baby,” he said, pecking her right back. “C’mon, let’s enjoy the view,” he said as he got up, softly pulling y/n with him.

Y/n hated the ocean if she wasn’t on land, but this was beautiful. He made sure to park the boat close to an island to make her feel some type of comfortable.

“This is beautiful,” she said as she looked around. The sun was setting and the breeze felt nice. “Just like you, baby,” he spoke behind her, snaking his hands around her waist.

“That’s what I wanted to show you. Been comin’ out here every night for the past week to make sure to get the perfect spot, because you’re so perfect,” Rafe said as he leaned down in her ear, hugging her close.

“You’re amazing, Rafe. I don’t know how to thank you. We’ve done so much to me, and I’ve never-“ she went to say but he cut her off. “Nah uh, baby — You’ve done enough for me. You breathing the same air as me is actually more than what I need from you,” he said.

“You’re all that I need, baby, and I hope you’ve realized that over the year. I know it’s too early for some, but to me, it’s too late,” he said as he spun her around slowly.

“I love you, and you don’t have to say it back. Just know, I’ll do anything for you, y/n. Anything. You’re my woman, and I plan to make you happier each day until the day I die,” he said as he whipped a tear that rolled from her eye.

“You’re perfect for me. I’ve always felt something for you and wished I got to you sooner. I dream of you every night. That’s how I know I need you in my life,” he added.

“Rafe,” she pouted, taking in all that he was saying. “I love you, y/n,” he said again, making butterflies grow in her stomach. “I love you too,” she said back, not feeling forced in any kind of way. She truly felt that way.

The two leaned into a kiss, passionately making out as usual, but this time, with more love. All she needed was more love, and she’s gotten it.

Rafe went to pull away, y/n pulled him closer, not wanting to stop. The man smiled as he continued kissing his future fiancé, never wanting to let go.

Y/n hasn’t felt the need to feel someone, until tonight. Rafe has always kept his kisses short, but the way y/n was touching him, he felt like he could go further this time.

The tall man pulled y/n back before laying her on one of the mini beds outside of the yacht, keeping his lips attached.

Rafe slowly moved his lips from her mouth to lean down to her neck. He waited a few seconds to see if she’d stop him, but she didn’t. So he continued, earning a small moan from her lips.

The older boy groaned low, already falling in love with her sounds. She sounds so good. She smells so good. She tastes so good. She was too perfect.

Y/n tangled her fingers in Rafe’s hair, tugging a bit to hear him again. She loved it.

Because she knew Rafe wanted to take things slow in the relationship for her, she traced one hand down his stomach until she blamed him through his jeans.

The sudden rush of lust filled her mind and body. She truly hadn’t felt anything like this.

Rafe Rafe groaned into her neck as his own hand traced down her stomach until he slipped passed her panties to rub at her bud.

The girl moaned, tugging hard on his hair. His touch felt amazing already, and he hadn’t even done anything.

Rafe rubbed in circles until he moved forward to rub around her entrance, teasing her. Her moans were so beautiful. He couldn’t wait to slip into her.

“Rafe,” she moaned under her breath as his middle finger slowly entered her. “Mhm,” he groaned into her neck as he pushed further before instantly curling.

“You think you can take more?” He leaned up next to her ear. “Y-Yes, yes, I can, Rafe,” she quickly replied. Rafe pulled out just to slip two fingers back into her, burning her skin a bit, but pleasure instantly took the mind's pain away.

“That’s it,” he slowly said as he moved his fingers in and out of her at a steady pace. Y/n bucked her hips, feeling a knot in her stomach already.

The man chucked deeply at her walls tightening around his fingers. He was sweet, but still a bit cocky. He wanted her to feel this good with him only. He wanted to make any and everything she did with him so perfect, she’d only come to him for it.

“So close,” y/n breathed out as Rafe’s mouth continued to suck on her neck, leaving multiple mini-light hickeys. Whether you could see them or not, she felt them.

“I’m gonna cum, Rafe,” y/n moaned low as her heart quickened. “Do it, baby, do it,” he encouraged her before she fell apart on his fingers with a shaken moan and a fuzzy mind.

Rafe soon pulled his fingers out as he leaned up to suck on them, making sure to clean her off of his skin, leaving no juice behind.

“Always knew you’d taste good,” he said before attaching his lips to hers. Because she allowed him to finger her, he thought he could maybe go further. He was right.

Rafe slowly pulled his shorts off before tugging on hers, slowly just in case she wanted to change her mind last second.

Y/n felt comfortable. She didn’t want to turn back and stop. She wanted to continue forever.

Rafe wiped across her soaked cunt then coated his length with her cum to get himself ready for her. He was already harder than he’s ever been before. He always is, but he ends up rubbing one out so he wouldn’t make her uncomfortable for asking.

“You sure you want this, baby?” Rafe looked down at her. She looked so damn good looking up at him. “Please,” she begged, making him feel like he could cum just from that.

Without hesitation, Rafe slowly pushed at her entrance until his tip slipped through her slick. “Fuck,” y/n threw her head back with a shaken main from the feeling she hasn’t felt in a while.

She hasn’t had sex before. All the other times weren’t sex. This was sex. The foreplay. the live. The preparation. She was actually wet.

“Takin’ me so well,” Rafe said, knowing he still had more to go. The taller man pushed further, causing y/n’s back to arch and eyes to roll. He was huge. She could barely take him without the slight pain.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you. Just breathe,” Rafe said as he moved his hips back and forth, slipping into her with so much ease. She was soaking. She was the best thing. He couldn’t even think about anyone as good as her. He didn’t want to. This was all he needed.

“F-Fuck me,” y/n spoke. “Let’s go slow. I don’t wanna hurt you,” Rafe said, a bit scared to fuck her. He wanted to have sex. Slow and easy sex to get her used to it all.

“Fuck me, Rafe,” Y/n said with a more steady tone, wanting him to know she needed him. She was never the kind to like it slow. She wanted it fully. She wanted to full deal.

“A-Are you sure? I can get a bit-“ Rafe said but she cut him off. “Fuck me, Rafe. I want it all. Hard, rough. Anything. Please, Rafe,” she begged, rushing adrenaline through his veins.

“Fuck, really?” He asked, picking up his paste. “Want it hard n’ rough?” He asked, begging to push her body into the mattress with his now hard thrusts.

Y/n moaned loudly, feeling her mind go wild. “Nah uh, you said you wanted it rough. Take it then. Open those pretty eyes,” he said as her eyes slipped away.

“Open!” He demanded. It took her time, but she managed to keep them open, slightly. “Yeah — Wanna watch you enjoy this. As much as I love how sweet you are, I just wanna ruin you,” he said with all respect.

“Wanna mark you. Wanna fuck and fill you. Wanna make you mine forever — Is that okay for you? Is it fine if I keep you around me forever and away from the rest of the world?” He asked as he nodded, unable to speak too much.

“Gonna keep you, baby. Gonna put a ring on that finger and take you right back here. Right back to this island,” he fucked harder.

“You know I bought it right? For you. Bought this whole place to keep us away and happy together,” he said and y/n would hear him, but she couldn’t answer. She couldn’t have a simple conversation with him. She was full of so much cock and love.

The girl scratched at Rafe’s back, making him groan loudly. His breathing grew louder hand heavier as he rocked his body into hers, slamming into her like she asked.

“Fuck, Rafe!” She screeched, tightening around his shaft. “Yeah, you’re right. Fuck — I know it’s good. You’re squeezing me so fuckin’ tight. Might cum twice tonight,” a hand wrapped around her neck.

He gripped softly but tighter every second, making sure she wasn’t caught off guard.

Her eyes popped in pleasure, soon crossing and rolling back as her pussy tightened more. “Goddamnit,” Rafe’s pelvis slapped against her clit, giving y/n a better sensation.

It all became too much. She released hard, moaning and shaking like she’d never before, but he didn’t stop. He kept going, making her take all of him.

The man pounded into the moaning girl, making a dumb little mess out of her. Her voice got higher as a hand gripped his wrist, pulling him into her closer.

“Fuck yes, baby. Fuck yes. Cum on me. Fuckin’ cum in me, baby,” the man’s body rhythm quickened again as he felt himself grow close. She looked so good. She felt so good. He needed to claim her.

“Take it — Take it! Fuckin’ take it,” he ended up growling as he leaned close to her face, inches away from the sight of her in another world. She was so fucked out, and he knew it. He knew he had her hook. She’s been had him hooked, and it was her turn now.

“Oh my god, take it — Fuck! — Fuckin- oh my fucking-“ he tried holding his moans in but his deep breaths came out as his seed spilled into her. She felt his warmth fill her in seconds. She wasn’t going to be able to keep him all in.

“Mm-hmm,” Rafe shook as he hurried his face into her neck, taking a few deep and hard strokes to empty all of him out. He wanted to make sure she felt him. He wanted her to feel the love he had forever.

Rafe’s thrusts slowed down and y/n’s whined got quieter. They were both out of breath, but she felt beyond amazing. Her head was still fuzzy, and she loved it like that.

She thought to herself how much she used to like the high of drugs. This beat that by a tone. This was the only high she’d ever need. All she needed was Rafe Cameron.

Y/n and Rafe have been the talk of town lately. After people noticed the small but very expensive one-of-a-kind promise ring on her finger, people have been giving them stares.

The two are currently at this get-together, talking with a few people Rafe was networking with. People kept asking about their future, which never bothered the two. Rafe loved that people knew y/n belonged to him and he wasn’t planning on keeping her for life.

“She’s a one-of-a-kind. She always has been. Top of her class from high school to college. She still is ‘till this day,” he added. “Wow, that’s a great field right there,” an older man said.

“And my flex is having her right by my side. All the scholarships and money are a waste though. I would’ve covered that anyhow,” Rafe joked as the group and he laughed together.

“May I excuse myself? — I’ll be right back, baby,” y/n whispered in Rafe’s ear before giving him a peck and then walking away to use the restroom.

They’d been here all night, and the water and a couple of glasses of champagne were getting to her bladder. She needed to go.

Y/n did what she had to do before saying her hands and fixing herself up in the mirror. She scanned her body in the dress and jewelry Rafe insisted on buying for her.

She bought herself what she wanted to wear, but he wanted everything she had to be owned by him. One, because she is his, and two, she deserves to be treated like a queen.

Y/n smiled as she asked out of the bathroom, feeling great and ready for the rest of the night until she heard a familiar group around the corner.

“Told you she went this way, man. C’mon,” Timothy said. Y/n’s heart dropped. She hasn’t seen or heard of him in a year. Rafe said he left the island and didn’t know why. Why was he back?

Y/n stuttered in her step, looking around at where to go until he turned the corner, locking eyes wither. He tapped his friend's chest next to him, notifying that she was right where he said she was.

“Well, look who we have here. A princess,” he spoke, stepping towards her. Y/n took a few steps back but stopped in her tracks from the shock running through her body.

“Been a while, huh? Since like — You opened your legs for me at a house party, right?” He asked as his Feind group laughed. She noticed Kelce wasn’t in his group anymore.

Rafe didn’t lie to her when he said he had a serious talk with him. Kelce did apologize to her, and she understood how men get when they try to stick around to impress friends.

He admitted that he was wrong, and she accepted. About the others? None of them wanted that talk with Rafe and Rafe didn’t feel the need to have it, because he couldn’t care less for them. He barely could with Kelce, his childhood best friend.

“H-Hey,” she said, not knowing what to say. “H—Hey,” he mocked her with a chuckle, knowing he intimidated her. He knew the fear she felt around him, and he planned to use it.

“Been runnin’ around with Rafe Cameron, huh? You opened your left for him too?” He genuinely asked. “I never opened my legs for you, Timothy,” she tired sounding strong as he got close.

“Yeah, you’re right. Because you’re so damn hard to get,” he admitted. “Or maybe I just don’t want you? I have Rafe,” she said. He’s now a foot away from her, taking up too much of her space.

“Yeah — Him. Son of a bitch had me on the run, but I’m back now. Got everything sorted out,” he said. “Good for you,” she said. “Mhm, but the one thing that doesn’t sit right for me, was the agreement from my lawyers to stay away from you,” he said, anger growing in his tone.

“Yeah, your little boyfriend at the cops on my ass. Had to make an agreement to keep away from your pretty little body, but who can do that? Not when you’re walking around here lookin’ like that,” he said, scanning her body.

“Rafe, huh? No matter how much he writes his name on you, I’ll always see it as a competition,” Timothy said before he quickly grabbed y/n by her hair. “Besides — I had you first,” he said.

Y/n pushed, slapped, kicked, and yelled, trying to get him off but he fought back, pushing her against a wall by her neck.

He tightened his grip, alarming y/n’s brain. He was cutting off her air. She didn’t know what to do. He was strong and no one was around.

“What would he say if you came back to him, smelling like me. Maybe even go down on you tonight just to see you were already filled,” Timothy said in her ear.

“P-Please — Just leave me alone. I’m a better person and it’s not too late for you-“ she went to say but he pulled back and punched her. She was shocked on the ground, holding her face. She’s never been punched before.

Y/n ears were ringing, her head spun and she was so shocked she didn’t notice Timothy pull her up by her hair.

His friends started speaking up, yelling home this was too far after he punched her with all of his power. They thought he was just going to scare her. They thought they had left all the pushing her to get back with him a year ago, but Timothy had other plans.

“Shut the fuck up!” He yelled at them, snapping y/n back in reality. “T-Timothy. Please,” she was forced to look at him. He turned and looked down at her glossy eyes.

“You look good like this,” he said as he fondled with his belt. Y/n thought this was it for her night. She thought he was going to get his way with her and maybe get away with it until Timothy flew to the ground.

“You fucked up,” Rafe growled on top of Timothy, beating the hell out of him. Instantly. Y/n looked to the side, head still spinning but she saw the sight of her boyfriend repeatedly punching Timothy.

“Rafe — Rafe, please don’t,” she said, not wanting him to regret whatever he had going through his mind. “I told you to stay away from her. Told your ass I’ll fuckin’ kill you if you came across her again!” Rafe continued.

“Rafe!” She tried stopping him with her voice, but something in her didn’t actually want him to stop. Thankfully Timothy’s friends pulled Rafe off of him and a few people came around the corner.

“The hell is going on here!?” Ward, Rafe’s father asked as he came around the corner, seeing Timothy passed out on the ground, covered in blood, and Rafe's suit covered in blood.

“Let me go!” Rafe yelled, still being held back. “Rafe, stop it! Relax! What happened!?” Ward asked again. “He touched her! He fuckin’ had her on her fucking knees!” He yelled.

“What? Son, what are you saying? What are you talking about?” He asked, confused. “Sir — Timothy tried, uh — He tried assaulting her,” one of the boys spoke up.

“What? Wait,” Ward shook his head, trying to understand. “Me and my friends followed Timothy after he said he wanted to talk to y/n. He said he wasn’t going to do anything, maybe scare her, make her cry-“ a boy said.

“We didn’t think it would get this bad. I know the other reason we came was bad too, but this — This was too far,” the same boy said. “He even punched her,” another boy said.

“He punched her!? Oh, fuck no,” Rafe began to fight again, even though the boy was knocked out. “Son, son!” Ward came over and pulled t/n away after he ordered his older friends to get y/n off the ground and away from there.

“You go with y/n. She needs you. I got him,” Ward said. “But-�� Rafe went to say. “Son, just go! You don’t want to regret anything,” he said, making Rafe think. He was still upset, but he left with y/n.

Rafe and y/n sat outside in the parking lot, away from people who kept asking questions about what was wrong with y/n.

She had almost passed out from the overstimulation of embarrassment. She couldn’t be around people for a while.

“Baby, we should go home. If I see that motheruckers face, I’m gonna kill him. No fuckin’ doubt,” Rafe said as he pulled y/n into him closer. “You can’t just go around beating people to death, Rafe,” Y/n said, making him scoff.

“Don’t care,” he answered drily. “You’re a hassle, Rafe,” y/n said, wanting to be upset at him or anything, but couldn’t. He did what he had to do. He saved her. “You need it, baby. And I’m putting that bastard in jail,” he added.

Rafe didn’t lie when he told her that. It didn’t take long to convict Timothy and put him in jail. Y/n felt thankful for his friends for telling the judge the things he’d said and done, but Rafe still thought they needed a punishment.

His agreement was to have them on house arrest and at another college that y/n will be attending. Yes, they were upset but understood. They took the deal and moved.

“Jobs done, baby. You got your justice,” Rafe said before kissing the side of her cheek. “All because of you,” she hugged him tightly, thankful for all he’s done since they started talking. “Anything for you, baby. Anything in the whole world,” Rafe said and meant with all of his heart.

[jamsterrr]

P. SEONGHWA . . . FATAL ATTRACTION 1 ⭑.ᐟ

seonghwa. fatal love. ex lovers. “ i want you again .. “

description ; thinking it was for the best , breaking up with your boyfriend of 3 years since you both “ grew apart “ but when a mis understanding comes about. what will happen when you’re forced to spend time together, what happened to those “ we just grew apart “ feelings.

seonghwa!ateez x female!reader

words : 2k

contains. ‼️ ; cursing , sexual scenes , 18+ content , may contain typos , slight slow burn. ( let me know if i miss anything ! )

MULTIPLE PARTS .. !!

———— .. ᯓᡣ𐭩 ( part one ) ᡣ𐭩ᯓ .. ————

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

You took the small step into your apartment as you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. Yesterday's work had drained you. Being a photographer worked a lot on you both mentally and psychically. Staying up most nights to edit pictures, booking as many weekend sessions as you could to be able to afford even rent at times. Though it was mentally stressful it still worked out for you in the end. After breaking up with your boyfriend of 3 years, you thought that nothing could tear you down after remembering how you were for almost 3 weeks straight. 

Working in the same place didn't help either. Having to see him when you'd rather you didn't. But you didn't hate him, just his actions on certain things. Regardless, you still kept professional and even more happy that you didn't have to be around him as much. Though feelings still tended to be raw, and you found yourself looking at your old ' happy ' photo together wondering where did everything go wrong?

As you settled down for the day, at work on the last day for a month's time due to a little renovation of your building. You set to use this time to relax, to take time slow. Bills were paid, fridge was stocked and house clean. You were determined to relax. Taking your hair out of its pinned-up state, leaving it to rest in its natural state, running your hands through it as you made your way to your room. A small smile resting on your face when you notice your dog sleeping fondly on the bed, his body curled up and head resting on the pillow next to you. 

You gently took your hand, gliding it through the golden retriever's fur as he looked at you, his tail wagging and hitting the bed. Your smile stayed as you made your way to the closet, looking through all of your choices of relaxation clothes. Simply deciding on some shorts, along with a oversized t-shirt, slightly covering the shorts, but that didn't matter, you were in your own place.

Deciding to make your way to your kitchen to wind down for the night, all of the sudden feeling a vibration rattle against your skin. Taking your phone out of your shorts pocket.

The pounding in your heart sent chills down your spine. It was Hwa, someone you didn’t expect. Your ex at the least of all people that could call you. Before the call could end and the phone stopped vibrating you answered, hearing a short breath at the end.

“Hey Y/N, we need to talk … “ he spoke. “About?” You asked, though your tone wasn’t rude, just genuinely interested in why the man you didn’t love anymore, who said didn’t love you anymore was calling you.

“My parents expect you at the family trip” he started. Your eyes widening. Early in the year Hwa’s parents were getting ready for their summer trip, making sure to invite any and everyone. Mostly for memories and since you were considered a member of the family, as well as knowing how much they loved you, you were invited.

“Hwa..” you started. “You didn’t tell your parents we broke up?” Though the silence over the phone told you everything you needed to know about the situation. “No..” the male softly mumbled. “Do you want me to tell them you won’t be attending?” The male suggested. Though his tone sounded hurt. Why would he be.

You took a deep sigh. Could you face Hwa? Would these feelings you put aside start to flood back to you? “No..” you spoke as you gently rubbed the skin near your temple. “You shouldnt tell them that. I’ll come..”.

The feelings you had right now, overshadowing the overall situation at hand. “I’ll make sure to let them know, and I’ll come and pick you up at 7am” the male said softly. The phone connection slightly statically moving. “Okay” is all you were able to reply with. “See you then” and then the phone call was over.

What did I get myself into? Was the only thought that came to your head. Not even the fact that you were hungry. Though you forgot to ask the male an important question.

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# contact ,, Seonghwa. 78%…

What about Pop?

You can bring him.. they love him

and tons of room for him to run around.

Ok..

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( pop is your dogs name btw. )

The day seemed to go by faster at the thought of going on this trip with your ex. Not wanting to disappoint his family this also meant you had to put on an act. But if your feelings were gone? How were you going to do that?

A sigh escaped your lips once again before you pulled out your bags, stuffing in a couple of outfits, important hygiene things you needed as well as a swimming suit, hoping to relax yourself in the lake whenever you could. Deciding to treat this like a paid vacation, only you had to pretend to be in love with your ex still. This should be interesting.

Your bags were finally packed, as well as the thing you might’ve needed for your dog. After a few minutes you decided it was time for you to go to bed. Reaching over and putting your phone on the charger, as well as setting an alarm to get up early.

Closing your eyes as you and your golden retriever dog drifted off to sleep. Your thoughts or worried drifting away so you were finally able to sleep.

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Hearing the sound of your alarm caused a groan to escape from your lips. You hated waking up super early in the morning. Though you were excited but slightly anxious for this new trip. Even though it was with a person you’d least want to see, you didn’t want to be bummed out about it. Why?

Slowly making your way out of bed, sitting up and attempting to rub the tiredness out of your eyes. Slowly getting up and rummaging around your dresser, grabbing some casual clothes to be comfortable on the ride there.

Wrapping the leash around your dogs silk fur, you heard a knock at your door. A familiar 3 knocks symbolizing Seonghwa was there.

Your body shuddered in nervousness. This would be the first time seeing him after the breakup, alone and without your friends or colleagues around. Taking a deep breath you walked to the door and opened it as you were greeted by his familiar smile.

“Morning, ready to go?” He asked, bending down and petting Pop. You nodded, clipping his leash on and grabbing your bags before his hand gently grabbed onto them. “I got them, you just get Pop” and that’s what you did.

You watched as the male carry the bags down the apartment stairs and to his car. You following close behind with Pop, leading him into the car when Seonghwa unlocked it. Debating on if you should sit in the front with him, or the back with Pop. Though your body and mind was already a costumed to sit in the front. That’s where you ended up.

Your head rested against the window as you felt the weight of the car shift slightly. Your eyes shooting up to be met by Seonghwa’s.

“I want you to be comfortable this whole time, are you okay?” The male asked softly. You could see it in his eyes.

“I’m good, I’m okay, just a little tired. I’ll go to sleep alright?” You spoke, looking towards him and then turning your head to rest against the window. It was too early for you to think about anything.

Your body felt the car get into gear as your eyes closed. Letting your body drift off to sleep.

After what felt like a whole day you woke up as you felt the car shut off. “Are we here?” You asked the male as he gave you a smile and shook his head. “No, 30 minutes away, but we’ll be there soon” he hummed. “I’m stopping to use the bathroom, you should let Pop do the same” he spoke as he handed you the keys and got out of the car. You slipped the keys onto your wrist and rubbed the tiredness from your eyes.

Gently grabbing the leash from the back and clipping it to the dogs collar, you opened the door to let the dog out before walking him to a reserved spot so he could do his business.

Afterwards you put him back in the car, spotting Seonghwa coming back with a bag full of snacks and drinks. “Finally..” you mumbled slightly as the male chuckled being able to hear you.

“You just woke up, and I know you get hangry, so I decided to just go ahead and nip it in the butt before you chew my head off” the male spoke, putting the snacks into the car.

You huffed and shook your head. “I’ll be back. I’m going to the bathroom” you said slightly rolling your eyes playfully at the male. You caught yourself before straitening your face and going to the bathroom, rubbing the tiredness from your eyes once again. Finally, after a couple of minutes, you finished in the gas station bathroom and spotted the male playing with Pop as a smile gleamed on your face as you got back in the car. "Ahh~ Hwa lets go, I'm ready to be there and get settled in.

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After a couple of more hours of driving to the place, many laughs, old jokes the two of you used to tell together to see who would laugh the loudest or the most, and you would always lose. You pulled up to the familiar cabin that you had been to at least once before. The smell of the slightly nostalgic air hitting your nose. "Wow, it's been forever" You spoke to the other, gently stepping out as you let Pop out of the car, the three of you being greeted by Hwa's parents. The both of them giving you big and bright smiles, his mother opening her arms to give you a big hug, you, bowing respectfully and finally hugging her back. "It's been too long Y/n since we have seen you!" the woman said, her grip strong, swaying the two of you side to side.

Hwa chuckled a little nervously before looking at his father and then his mother. "Mom, don't squish her" the male spoke, taking the bags from the trunk, walking up the wooden stairs.

"Shush, I'm just excited to see Y/n" the older woman rolled her eyes at her son. "You two must be tired, lets get you and this beautiful dog inside, rest up and i will fix us some lunch" the woman said, his father greeting you with a smile as well. "That sounds absolutely amazing".

Your face glanced at Seonghwa's, whose hands were now empty and prepared to lead you to the room you two would be sharing for the next month. You bit your lip nervously before excusing yourself from the older couple and made your way to Hwa, following him through the familiar cabin, with the sound of Pop's paws following behind you. Seonghwa carefully opened the door, the room still looking the same, only a few things have changed. The position of the bed, there had no longer been a moose picture plastered on the woods and there was no couch in the room. The two of you stepped in the room, Seonghwa coming in after you. "If you'd be more comfortable I have no problem with sleeping on the couch" he spoke, taking in your staring at the bed. "Oh... no its okay, then people would question why we aren't sleeping together, and I don't want to handle that right now" you replied, walking over to the bed and sitting gently on it. "Plus, it does get cold, and I might only need you for warmth" you said teasing the male, a smile appearing on both faces.

"Yeah, whatever you say Y/n" the male spoke in a low voice, rolling his eyes as he tossed your bags beside you. "Unpack and change, let's get ready for lunch".

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ part 2 here.

[bitchyycapricorn]

Almost There

Peter Parker x Ghost!Reader

Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

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Wordcount: 1.9k

Synopsis: Peter enters his apartment that night expecting to find an empty bed. But instead, he comes face to face with your transparent glowing figure.

Warnings: ANGST!!!, fluff, sexual tension, cheating, mentions of death and dead bodies, mention of stab wounds, blood, mentions of nearly dying

AN: sorry this took so long to get out! I promise more coming soon! Not edited.

“What did he do to you?”

The words fall from his mouth and a dead silence settles in the room. It takes a minute for your body to start moving towards his. He’s still looking down at the picture when you stop behind him, placing your hand on his shoulder as you look at it too. It’s been eight years since you saw the picture, you couldn’t remember what the image contained, not until now. Your eyes skim over the face of the man in the photo, he was older, probably early fifties if you had to guess. He was a stark contrast to the children behind him, thrown in a corner with their arms and legs tied. They were blindfolded and gagged, the sight makes your stomach drop. All the memories suddenly come flooding back to you at once.

You let out a stifled cry as your hand slaps over your mouth. “It fell out of his pocket in the elevator. He-he stepped off before me and so I grabbed the picture. It scared me so much I hid it in my secret hiding place…” you began to choke on your words, tears streaming down your face. “I saw him again, in the elevator the next day. He asked me where the picture was, I lied and said I didn’t know. I was young and couldn’t lie, so he took me. Took me all the way down…”

Peter looks up at you, his eyebrows furrowing. Standing up slowly, picture still in hand he slowly replies “you mean, the basement of the apartments?”

You nod as your eyes well up with more tears. “Yes, the basement. It was cold and damp down there, he-he,” you let out another strangled cry before continuing, “he did horrible things to us.” Your body begins to shake as you sob in Peters arms. His arms tighten around you, holding your shaking figure as you cry into his chest.

“I’ve got you now, you’re safe I promise. He isn’t going to hurt you ever again.” He soothes into your ear. He slowly runs his hand up and down your upper back, giving the top of your head an occasional kiss as he continues to whisper sweet things into your hair.

“My body is still down there Peter,” you whisper, another sob racking through your body. “We’re all down there.”

He nods, letting out a shaky breath. “We can go get you,” he says slowly pulling away from your body. “Do you want me to find you?”

Your eyes well up with a fresh set of tears as you nod, “I can be buried, and maybe then I can rest.”

Peter nods, giving you a warm smile. He wants to be happy for you, he wants you to finally be at peace. Yet, the thought of you no longer being around causes his heart to twist and ache. He doesn’t want to let you go, he wants you to stay here with him, he wants you to be his. “Let’s get dressed then.” His mind shoots back to MJ, how he was about to sleep with you despite being with her. “Oh, and I’m really sorry about this it was a heat of the moment thing and, you know I like MJ and all.” He says, grabbing his shirt and pants off the floor.

“Oh yeah, of course,” you say, giving him a sad smile. “MJ, I uh, would hate to ruin that. Which um reminds me, the kiss it didn’t mean anything either. Was just curious, that’s all.” You lie.

Peter can feel his heart shatter, of course the kiss didn’t mean anything. “Right, of course.” He finishes getting dressed, looking over at you, who’s now dressed as well.

“The new elevator doesn’t go down to the basement, we have to take the old one.”

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Peter scan the boarded up elevator, you stand next to him in your human form. “We have to take the boards off, then I can swing us down.”

You look over to Peter in his Spider-Man costume, he said it made him feel better to be suited up in case anything went wrong. Rather than helping him break off the boards, you watch as his muscles flex under the fabric, taking in every inch of him. Reminding you of the first night you met, and how you so desperately wished things would go back to the way they were.

“Ready?” His voice broke you from your thoughts.

You nod, allowing his arms to wrap around you. “I’ve been ready for the last eight years,” you whisper, watching as he shoots his web to the top of the elevator before you both start to descend downwards.

It was extremely dark on the way down and the air was damp and cold. Memories began to flood your mind, thoughts of everything that happened to you all those years ago. You cuddle closer to Peter, keeping your eyes trained on the wreckage of the elevator below you. Peter’s feet hit the top of the elevator and he helped to lower you down as well. “If anything goes wrong you turn straight back into a ghost do you understand?”

“What about you? What will you do?” You ask, watching as he pulls up the hatch on the top of the elevator.

“Don’t worry about me okay? Just, just focus on saving yourself if anything goes wrong.” He repeats, easing himself down into the remains of the elevator. “Come on, I can see the entrance to the hall.” He holds his arms open for you to jump into them. You nod, jumping down into his embrace. He catches you easily before setting you down and leading you both into the dark hallway.

“I’m surprised the lights still work.” You say furrowing your eyebrows. “They have to be on their last life.”

Peter nods, gripping your hand tightly. “I’m hoping they’re old lights. Otherwise someone’s been down here recently.” He whispers back, sliding off his mask.

Your eyes scan the hallways, looking for anything you might recognize. “That door, to the right.” You whisper, a sudden chill running down your back. “I’m…I’m behind that door. I can feel it.”

“Y/N,” Peter says stopping you both, “I need to make sure you really want to do this. I-I,”

“Peter, are you scared too?” You cut in.

He looks down at you with sad eyes before nodding. “I don’t know what’s back there for sure. I just know that you’ll be back there, and even though I know you’re dead you don’t seem dead. I-I’m scared to see you hurt. I’m scared to loose you…”

You turn to face Peter, raising your hand to gently touch his face. “I’ll be right here Peter, I promise I won’t go anywhere if you don’t want me to.

He shakes his head, leaning into your touch. “I can’t ask you to do that. I can’t let you stay for me, no matter what my feelings are for you.”

You furrow your brows, stepping closer to him as you keep your hand firmly pressed to his cheek. “What do you feel for me Peter?” You whisper.

His gaze meets your soft one, a feeling of emotions slowly begins to bubble up inside him. “I wish she was you.” He confesses, his eyes scanning your face for any emotion. “I want you,” he continues, “I want you all to myself forever. I never want to let you go. If I had any say in your fate you would leave here with me. I’d take you back to my room and you’d be mine. No more staying at Ned’s, no, you’d be mine.”

A smile spreads across your lips as your hand slowly moves behind his head, your fingers tangling in his curls. You pull him towards you, your lips pressing against his feverishly. For a moment everything stands still. The world around you seems to disappear as you press yourself into Peter’s lips, sucking in every second that his lips are pressed against yours. You lean back slowly, a string of saliva connecting your lips. “I want you Peter. I want you to get rid of her, I want you to pick me instead Peter.” You whisper, leaning into his lips again.

He kisses you roughly, his hands gripping the dip between your waist and hips. He pulls you even closer to him, allowing you both to savor the moment before he’s forced to pull away from you this time. “I want that more than anything, you know I do.” He hesitates before he speaks again, “But I can’t do that to you, you have to move on.”

Silence settles around you both in the dimly lit hallway, the only sound coming from the buz in the lights. “I’ll stay for you,” you say after a moment, “I really will.”

Peter shakes his head, grabbing your hand from behind his head and pressing it to his lips. “Y/N, I can’t make you truly happy. You have to try and move on. I know I said I was scared before and I still am, but I have to let you go. You have to let go.”

Your whole body felt weak under his gaze and in his arms, a feeling of dread settling in your chest. You knew he was right, but that didn’t stop the tears from slowly flowing down your cheeks. “Okay,” you whisper as your gaze shifts over to the door. “I’ll move on.”

You and Peter pull away from one another, facing the door once again. You step in front of him, deciding to lead the way. You hesitantly walk towards the large white metal door, your hand reaching out for the handle. Turning the nob, you let the door swing open. You’re met with a sight that nothing could’ve prepared you for.

The sight of five small skeletons laid in the corner of the room, while the smell of previously rotting corpses still lingered in the air. You let you a gag as your eyes focused on the figure in the middle of the room. The walls felt like they were closing in as you stared at her. Her hair, her skin, her features, they hadn’t changed a single bit in eight years.

“Holy shit,” Peter gasps from behind you. His eyes focusing on a much younger version of you.

“How is this even possible?” You mutter, slowly approaching your frozen body.

Peter followed behind you, his eyes taking in the sight of your pervious form. “The cuts,” he mumbles, “they’re just like yours.”

You nod, hesitating to get any closer. “I didn’t think…”

“I didn’t either,” Peter says as he slowly brushes the arm of your dead body. “You’re so cold,” he mumbles.

“I just don’t understand…” you reach forward, allowing your fingers to connect with your body as well. You feel a tingle in your finger tips, taking a step closer you can feel yourself turning back into a ghost. The closer you step the more sucked into your old body you get. A frown settles onto your lips, you step once more before everything goes black.

You jut forward with a gasp, a sharp pain spreads all across your abdomen. The feeling of hot liquid gushing from your stomach suddenly becomes obvious to your senses which are going haywire.

“Y/N, oh my god Y/N say something.” Peter pleads, trying to find something to stop the bleeding.

“Peter help,” you gasp, as your hands struggle against the ropes binding them to the chairs. “I can’t move, I can’t,” you let out another gasp, your vision was slowly going dark. You could feel as Peter tugged off the ropes, allowing for your hands to go limp at your side.

“Hang on, I’m going to get you out of here.” Peter grunts, picking up your limp body. “Just stay with me, please.”

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: 4am Drunk Calls **

Lewis Hamilton x Ex-Girlfriend Reader

Warning: Mild Cursing, Crude Language, Dirty Talk, Angst, NSFW, Phone Sex, Self-Pleasuring 

Words: 4.6k

Summary: Reader and Lewis are broken up. On a hard night of partying her shield cracks and she drunk calls and let's some dirty filthy shit spill.

Note: Appearance of someone I have been meaning to start writing for since 2021 but never found the opening. Everyone say hello to the opening and the new addition to our lineup. LOL

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***NOT Edited/Proofread***

***Slightly Interactive***

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"Sweet baby Jesus in a manger he looks good as fuck," you groaned out as you watched his latest story again and again.

 You'd lost track of how many times you'd watched it, lost track of how long you'd sat there analyzing the 30 second clip of him doing pull ups from every angle. You did know that you'd started with a full to the brim glass of wine and now your glass was dryer than the Gobi.

 Upon this close up of his back as he pulled up you let your finger rest on the screen pausing the video. You gawked at the bunched muscles there and let your tongue roam over your bottom lip. You remembered your fingers resting just atop his "still I rise" tattoo. They didn't anymore though. Taking your finger off, you let the video finish off then you went back to his page to drool over the photos he'd posted today. He was off on yet another luxurious trip enjoying his wealth and fruits of his hard labor.

 On the 4th picture, you sighed. The setting sun loved him. The golden light bathed him like none other. You loved seeing him in the sunset, it was a major turn on for you that he always capitalized on when you were together. He laid in the sand with a wide smile and a hand shielding the sun. You wondered who'd taken the picture. Who was he with?

 The thoughts toiled in your head until the discontent within you bubbled. Groaning, you threw your phone across the room then dropped onto your back.

 "Jeez! You're on a roll to make it 4 phones this month," Nori, your personal assistant and friend said.

 You rolled your eyes again.

 "Then it shouldn't piss me off."

 Nori snorted. "How did an inanimate object piss you off today?"

 She approached you and as she did, she let out an amused scoff. Glancing at her, you saw her eyes on your screen.

 "If you miss him so much call him."

 "Fuck outta here, who misses him?!"

 You said it more forcefully than you’d intended. Crossing your arms, you took up the keyboard for the entertainment system on your media room and proceeded to distract yourself.

 "I'm sure he misses you too," Nori went on.

 "Bullshit. You don't see he's on yet another island? Probably with some thirsty IG thot who is desperate for some attention and dick, and he is eating it up and dickin’ her down without a care in the world. Ass!”

 Nori didn't answer for a few moments. "Or he's frontin’ as much as you are putting on a façade, so you think he's over you."

 You glared at her. "Who's frontin? Who's putting on a facade? Fuck outta here I am so over him and his bullshit double standards. Him and his bullshit stubbornness. Him and his always gotta be right and refuse to fess up to being wrong. Him and his bossiness and always needing to have the upper hand in damn near everything. Fuck him!”

 You could feel Nori's eyes on you. When you looked her eyes said it all.

 "What?"

 "Weren't those the reasons you fell in love with him?"

 You sneered and looked back to the massive screen in front of the room. As your personal assistant for the last eight years, she’d seen you pre-Lewis, during Lewis and post Lewis. This meant she had the receipts to back up every single one of her on point accusations. It also meant she was right. You hated she was right. Nori sighed loudly.

 "You two are so similar it’s ridiculous."

 "I'm nothing like him. If someone I say I love expresses vulnerability about something I'm not going to hurt them and turn an already tumultuous exchange into a nightmare by bring aloof, distant and wishy-washy. Then turn around like the hurt one and play victim. I also wouldn't ever make the person I say I love have to constantly guess where I stand with them."

 "Fair enough but Y/N that was you in the beginning of your relationship."

 "Nori that was almost 2 years ago. You grow up. I thought we were deeper than that and turns out I was the fucking fool. I was the one who got played."

 "But you know Lewis. You know how hard a real connection is for him. You understand him better than 90% of people. Y'all were the real thing, Nori pleaded.

 You sank deeper into the cushions fighting the sting on your eyes.

 "Bullshit. There was no connection."

 Sighing, you flung the keyboard aside after deciding on some fantasy series that would no doubt take your mind off of things.

 A few nights later, you capped your lipstick turn stood tall, assessing your outfit for the 3rd time. The short length of your moss green dress accentuated the gold and diamond thigh garter you wore while the deep plunge of the neckline showcased the jeweled breast harness. Both pieces of jewelry hugging you and amplifying your assets. It occurred to you then that you'd donned a style and color that you knew Lewis would like and you'd done it all unconsciously.

 A mixture of annoyance and sadness filled you. It had been 3 months since you'd ended things. 3 months since your argument. 3 months since your feelings erupted like a volcano while his laid as tepid as tap water. 3 months since he'd let you walk out of his hotel room in Monaco without so much as a step to stop you. 3 months since your relationship tipped to the checkbox of "it’s complicated" and 3 months you still couldn't get him off your mind. The hopelessness of the situation only pissed you off more.

 "Get a grip Y/N. He did this. You were 100. Fuck him. You're fine as fuck and any man would be lucky to have you. You don't need him!”

 Your notification went off and you grabbed your phone and went to check what was happening. Once you opened IG you saw what it was. Lewis had posted again. He looked like he was in some club with his shades on and throwing up peace signs with his friends. Fuck he looked good.

 "I sure want him though."

 Again, you tossed your phone rolling your eyes.

 By the time you and your friends rolled into the club it was well after midnight. You had a nice buzz going thanks to the few glasses of champagne you'd already had at home and on your way to the club. From the way the club was packed you guessed there was something else going on besides drinks, hot bodies and music.

 You made your way to one of the VIP areas and posted up waiting to get bottle service.

 "Please don't blackout tonight, Amdala pleaded into your ear.

 You shot her a shocked look, "Moi? Non ma belle amie. Je n'ai jamais. Je vais être sur mon meilleur comportement. (Me? No, my beautiful friend. I have never. I am going to be on my best behavior.)

 Her don't bullshit a bullshitter look was so on point you had to laugh.

 "I'm being serious," she countered.

 "Dala when have I ever been a sloppy drunk?"

 She nodded and gave you the only response she could, "Never."

 "Exactly."

 "But you’ve always been with 44 so it was safe to say you kept the sloppy drunk away for his reputation. Now there’s no 44 in sight."

 You sighed. Amdala was always pointing shit out in that blunt way of hers. You'd always suspected it was the French way to be so forward and while her words did have a bite most times you never took offense.

 "It's not just his reputation I have to be careful with ya’ know. My mother would scalp my ass if I dragged her precious last name through the mud."

 Amdala nodded fully understanding demanding mothers who were making names for them proving that not all billion-dollar net worth bosses wore trousers and ties, the best ones wore 8-inch stilettos, Dolce sunglasses and limited-edition Birkin. Your mothers were forces in their own right for decades, but their recent venture really catapulted them past anyone's reach. They'd teamed to revitalize and solidify F1's women's division. It was a move that many men objected to because like it's hard to helm a racing empire...right. Your mothers were proving they could rise to the occasion as well as stand tall longer than any badly aging man.

 "Maman (Mama) still giving you grief over yours and Lewis' break up?"

 You scoffed. Giving grief was an understatement. She was up in arms. She thought the world of Lewis and thought the two of you together spoke volumes and no one could dare come close. Sometimes you didn't know if she wanted you with him because of the PR heaven it afforded her or because he truly made you happy. Until he wasn't.

 "She is still insisting I fix things."

 "And will you?"

 "I didn't break anything I need to fix."

 Right on time, a waiter approached with your other friends and several bottles of expensive liquor, and you cheered, thanking them as they dropped them off. You quickly filled a glass needing to wash away the bad taste on your mouth from talking about the end of your 3-year relationship.

 "To the single life and truly feeling," you toasted.

 You, Amdala, Sade, Tanzie, and Chanel raised your glasses and cheered before knocking their drinks back. From then, the night passed in a blur of drinks, skin, and blinding lights. You drank, danced, and laughed like you had not one care in the world. You partied like you were in your prime and at your best and the whole time you felt like such a fraud. So, the only natural thing to do was drink some more to dull the feeling.

Out of nowhere from across the club you saw him, and everything stopped. He was sitting with his shades on surrounded by Miles, Daniel, and Andrew. His head was turned to your direction, but you had no way of knowing if he saw you too. The lights in the club didn't afford you many details of him but you knew from experience he was dressed to the nines in some high-end designer’s runway look that he put a spin on to call his own. You didn't doubt he looked good.

 Your mind went back to all the times you'd spent together at fashion shows pointing out things you both liked then made a game of it to see who could gift the other first. You'd even spend hours at home trying on outfits just to show them off to each other and strip them right back off to worship each other’s bodies.

 A pang of pain struck your heart and you quickly looked away. Grabbing the bottle before you, you took it to the head. You were still too sober for this. Peeking back over you saw a pretty and thin mahogany-skinned woman slip onto his lap. She laced her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. Kill Bill alarms went off and you had to fight every urge to storm over there and mark your property. The longer she lingered in his lap the truth spoke. A putrid acrid taste washed over your tastebuds and though it was a taste you’d experienced so infrequently; you knew what it was. Jealousy.  

 You were under no illusions that he'd been pining for you or celibate since you'd ended things. Yeah, he was in the middle of the season, but he wasn't a monk. He liked sex and it was something he did well. Why wouldn't he partake now that he could with anyone he wanted. You regretted that you hadn’t found a stallion to make you forget him yet.

 "If it isn't Y/N in the flesh and in the club without her chaperone."

 You looked up to the body standing in the lights glare making it impossible to make out their face. Squinting, you angled your head and smiled when you recognized Ruben’s face. Scoffing, you leaned back and crossed your legs.

"Ha, if it isn't Ruben Loftus-Cheek without his harem."

 He scoffed and shook his head. "Still a cheeky one I see."

 "Aww love that ain't ever gonna change. Can you handle it now?"

 Ruben looked you over as if he were really contemplating it. A few months ago, fresh off your breakup with Lewis he was there, and you'd had a nice night of flirting and canoodling until his, according to her, girlfriend pulled up causing a scene.

 "How's the girlfriend?"

 Ruben sat beside you bouncing his large soccer star knee against your thigh. You were sure it a move purposely done.

 "I told you; she wasn’t my girlfriend then and she isn't now. We'd broken up weeks before."

 You nodded and drank from the bottle again.

 "I really wish men would double check their statuses before approaching other women."

 "No need to double check when the words were exchanged. No need to stay somewhere you're not happy. Right?"

 You studied him. Though you'd kept your breakup relatively low, it had broken news, so it wasn’t farfetched to believe Ruben knew you were single right now.

 "I suppose."

 "So I get this off my chest now, he was an absolute fool to let you go. I never would have."

 His brown eyes were hypnotizing, and he knew it.

 "You know what they say, one man's trash."

 Ruben took your hand and lowered his lips to your knuckles, "You'll be my treasure."

 Damn did he spit some sexy game. Biting your bottom lip, you said fuck it. You lifted the champagne bottle to Ruben's lips then poured some into his mouth. As he tipped his head back to swallow you took a glance across the way and sure enough Lewis was watching with his shades lowered. An evil smirk split your face and you made a vow he'd regret being so cold with you by the time the night was done.

 Bottle after bottle popped and hour after hour Ruben remained by your side chatting and flirting up a storm. You wouldn't lie and say it didn't feel good having the attention of someone who showed they wanted you. The difference with Ruben and Lewis was that Lewis was mainly private and liked to stay away from public declarations and or outward expressions of emotion unless you were alone. You chalked it up to him being so reserved and deeply emotional underneath everything and never pushed for him to change. You loved him the way he was. Ruben showed off the object of his affection. His motto was I work hard so I can love just as hard. Whenever you were with him you had no doubt he was feeling you. It was addicting.

 In the middle of a sensual Latin dance, Ruben pulled your chin to him sealing your lips together. Your first reaction was to pull way because it felt so foreign to kiss anyone but Lewis, but you didn't. You allowed him to kiss you, teasing your lips with his and getting familiar with them. He pulled you closer, flush against his body and you felt every lean and powerful muscle that a premier player from an FC molded daily. A soft moan escaped you and Ruben responded by placing his hand at the small of your back. The kiss continued and before long you were lacing your fingers behind his neck. Every sensation was new, his lips, his taste, the way he held you against him and the feelings bubbling in your stomach. It felt different and entirely wrong.

 Before you made the move to pull away, you were being pulled away first.

 "Look at the time. Gotta go!”

 Amdala bit held firmly to your arm and continued pulling you away while Ruben pleaded with you to exchange numbers or continue the night together. Amdala was not hearing it though, she didn't stop or entertain his suggestions she gathered all your friends and made for the exit.

 "What the fuck, Y/N! So much for not being a sloppy drunk."

 You groaned.

 "Did you see Lewis?"

 "Yes, and he saw you and I'm sure several people saw you and him and that show."

 "He doesn't care. He didn't stop me."

 That realization said you were definitely done. When you got home you showered needing to wash away the remnants if the night. As you rinsed off your skin and applied your overnight hair mask your thoughts drifted to the many times Lewis had done this for you. He loved pampering you making you feel like relaxed. Perhaps it came from the years of him needing the same. He was a great provider. One day he may even make a good father.

 Without even realizing it your hand had dropped to your breast and you were now tweaking your nipples. Just like that the memory played of the last time he'd showered with you. It was a memory for the books, a shower that did not accomplish its goal. You both ended up as dirty at the end as you were in the beginning.

 Your hand swung out and smacked the wall as your fingers swirled around your aching bud. A shiver rushed through you, and it took great effort to pull yourself together. Groaning, you angrily grabbed your towel and wrapped your body. On your way out you grabbed the waiting bottle of rum on the sink counter. Once in your bedroom, you opted out of completing your nighttime routine. Instead, you sunk into the 5000 thread count blankets that decorated the ultra-luxurious bed you’d had custom made to your sleeping style and preference. Whenever you left for trips, you hated leaving it because it meant every night's sleep would be restless.

 You lodged yourself against the headboard, then brought the bottle to your lips once more.

 "Mmm."

 The silence in the house was deafening. Grabbing your phone, you went over to Twitter to snoop. After seeing a dark and blurry picture, that you knew was of yourself, sitting with Ruben having him whispering in your ear you followed a trail of other pieces of footage and tons of speculation.

 "Y/N seems to have moved past F1 and has her eyes on Premier League now. Is that a step up or backward?"

 "Bruh, if it ain't Lewis its backward. L for her."

 "Let’s talks about how Lewis could dare let her go. She's been showing out for the last few months and even I see what he’s missing. L for Lewis."

 "I saw him in a club a few weeks ago and he definitely doesn’t look like he is sleeping well or eating well. Regrets hit you hard."

 "They just needa get back together. Can you imagine the babies? 🥺"

 "He can do better. He's Sir Lewis Hamilton. She can go on."

 "Ruben Loftus-Cheek is a snaaaack. Bout time he was with a black woman. They cute together."

 "See---no way I’m gonna be with a man who has only ever dated white women. It means I’m an experiment and not a preference. Hard pass."

 "Ruben ain’t got shit on Lewis. She needa cut the playing and go on home to that man. Ain’t no substitute for number 1 which is number 44."

 You caught view of how many people retweeted and liked it and down the list you saw a familiar handle. Springing up, your eyes bugged.

 "@LewisHamilton"

 You quirked your brow then shook your head in disbelief. Scoffing, you went down the hole and found other shady tweets he’d liked or retweeted like he was some incognito user. This was definitely not in character.

 15 minutes later, you were done with the rum and done with inhibitions. You found your phone and without needing to look you dialed him. It rang once, that's it. Once.

 "Little bunny."

 Your belly flipped hearing his nickname for you. It always flipped, every single time.

 "Still remember that name?"

 "That name still has an effect?"

 Arrogant ass, you thought.

 "We both know it never affected me as much as you. We both know whenever it came out your mouth you were hard seconds later."

 "Oh is that what you’re doing tonight? Sitting in that big comfy bed that is an exact replica of mine...sorry ours, thinking about me hard?"

 "I think we both know who is thinking about who tonight sir likes a lot," you replied in reference to his liking spree. You knew he’d catch on.

 A soft chuckle was your answer.

 "Yeah I thought so. I know you think of me. You think of my skin just reminiscing about how silky it feels against yours, under your fingers, how good it always smells, coconut, rose, and brown sugar. My lips, you drive yourself crazy thinking about how sweet they are, better than any wine. How they always bring you to your knees with the slightest lick, bite, touch. Then there’s my eyes and how hypnotizing they always were to seduce you in just seconds. My hands and how magical they were. I know you want me, Lewis. I know it as certain as I know no one but me will ever do for you. I’ve—ruined—you."

 The alcohol in your system was churning and really pushing you tonight.

 "And what about you little bunny? Do you think of me?"

 You literally bite your tongue for a few seconds hoping to stop yourself from answering truthfully.

 "Come on little bunny, you can tell me."

 "i think about your mouth a lot. I think about how you could never get enough of my pussy. I think about how you feasted on me for hours and still couldn’t get enough. I think about your thick fingers, God you had magic fingers. I miss you eating my pussy as you fucked me with those fingers before you gave me that beautiful, beautiful dick. Fuck, when you got into dom mode...nothing could compare. Uuugh, this pussy misses you as much as that dick misses me."

 When you took a beat, you realized your fingers were fast at work on a mission to get you off. The stretch if silence allowed you to hear the squelching echo around you. You were so wet, and you didn’t care if he heard. You wanted him to. This was the game after all. Lewis released a shudder, and you knew just what he was doing. A devilish smirk stretched across your face.

 "You miss this cock down your throat?"

 Your smile widened, you had him and he knew it too.

 "You know I do. My favorite thing to do is choke on it. Nothing better than not being able to breathe cause my throat is full of you. I love when you fuck my throat ‘till I can’t speak the next day then do it again like it’s my only remedy. Mmmm."

 Your fingers swirled faster and faster. You were so close. Lewis groaned in your ear and the deep baritone took you to another level of ecstasy. It was almost like he was right behind you and your fingers were his.

 "Tell me you want me, king."

 Silence. It stretched for so long you didn’t think he'd answer. Then after a minute or so, his voice ran through you in a reply that had the effect of a cock thrusting into you.

 "I want you little bunny. I want you so fucking much it hurts."

 The tension in his voice was so clear, it made it so tight, as if he were clenching his jaw through the entire sentence.

 “Let me hear how much you want me little bunny.”

 You shuddered again and let his voice do everything it has always done—take you away. You let out a moan that stretched so long you could feel the oxygen depleting from your lungs. You didn’t feel like you needed it though, it felt like all your body needed was him. You took a loud gulp of air as a shiver ran down your spine and curled in your gut. It was the telltale sign you were tipping the edge.

 “You wish this pussy was in front of you right now, don’t you? Wish you could bury your face between my legs.”

 Lewis grunted again then cursed on the next breath. You dipped two of your fingers inside your heat and hissed out, half in elation and half frustration. You wanted them to be his fingers.

 “This pussy is as tight as ever.”

 “Fuck,” Lewis grumbled, his own frustrations bubbling to the surface.

 You couldn’t help bit giggle. The power you felt was intoxicating.

 “That tight pussy always fit you like a glove. God!”

 A whimper escaped you, then a mewl and when your fingers sped and dipped deeper than before his name slipped out.

 “Oh, little bunny, you will forever be the death of me.  Do you understand how weak you make me, how utterly—open you have me all the time?”

 “Prove it. Cum with me king. I’m so fucking close and I’m not waiting.”

 With every plunge of your fingers, you crept closer and closer to complete combustion. Your shared panting and moans of pleasure was all that was uttered between you, both only focused on release. You sensed it was a release that both of you desperately needed, a release you both yearned for and hadn’t found since your last night together before everything went to hell.

 “Y/N,” Lewis grunted at the same time you screeched his name both of you finally getting sucked into the forcefield of pleasure that had only one goal—to cripple both of you.

The wave your rode took complete control sending your body into convulsions and making it next to impossible to catch a full breath. The intensity of your orgasm made your toes curl, eyes roll back in your head and your fingers involuntarily throwing up gang signs. Ever so slowly your body returned to the plush blankets covering your bed. Your skin was sensitive as was every part of your body.

 You could feel all the alcohol you’d had creeping up on you. Your exhaustion was becoming too much to stave off. As your breathing settled and you snuggled into the mattress you finally felt complete calm, complete satiation. A soft sigh fell from your lips as your eyes fluttered closed.

 “I miss you Y/N, I miss you more than you know. So much I’m--incomplete.”

 His voice was so low compared to the pounding of your heart in your ears. It was so low, you almost missed it. Almost. Your eyes opened again, and you gazed into your ceiling. He sounded just as he’d admitted—open. He sounded completely unlike how he had three months ago. Your throat tightened with the knot of emotion you knew came before your tears and you clenched your jaw. No, you wouldn’t let him do this again. The hurt was too deep this time.

 “And yet, you chose to break my heart and let me go. Goodbye, Lewis. Thanks for the orgasm.”

 You ended the call and laid ever so still in the darkness of your room until your exhaustion won and took you to a place of dreams and fantasies. It was enough for tonight.

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[oht8]

Oops, Chapter 4 |18+|

Yunho/Ateez X Reader fic

You’re working, covering an event for someone else, last minute, and in a rush- you quite literally crash into Yunho.. Oops. What comes to follow changes everything you thought you knew about love and lust.

Pairings: Yunho/various Ateez members X reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, Multi-chapter fic, unfinished, casual encounters, polyamory

Warnings: *MDNI*(Minors DO NOT Interact), Light smut, flirting, coarse language. Please let me know if I have missed any.

Word Count: 810

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Author’s notes:

This is my first fic, first post on here. I’m still trying to figure everything out/how to best use Tumblr for this. This story is a WIP/unfinished, and a multi-chapter fic. Please be kind in comments, I welcome suggestions on how to best use this platform/share my fics. I will do my best to edit tags/summaries, warnings, etc, as the story evolves

Yunho and yourself approach a door and Yunho looks at you and says, “Wait here..” as he slips inside the room, letting the door close behind him.

Holy shit, are you really doing this?? “Fuck it..” you think to yourself, standing in the hallway, alone. You will, indeed, be more than happy to take some photos that no one else will have of Yunho from this event, hoping it saves your ass at work.. even if it’s all you end up with.

The door opens and Yunho looks up at you and smiles and says, “all clear.. come in..”

You walk into a fairly generously sized room, a wall of windows that face a breath taking view of the city, and various, plush furniture is placed tastefully throughout the room.

“Will this work, you think?” asks Yunho. “It’s lovely..” you answer. “Great!” he says grinning again. God, he is so perfect.. you’re grinning back at him as he says, “I’ll give you some time to set up, hopefully just a couple of shots will be enough?”

Not sure where your boldness is coming from, you answer, “Up here, with you looking like THAT, I may even be able to ask for a promotion..” you giggle as you blush looking back at him. “Oh?” Yuhno smiles and chuckles, his gaze lingering on your lips again. Holy hell, he’s making it hard to focus. You’re up here to keep your job.. you reach into your bag for your camera and, as you look in the viewfinder you say, “give me just a second to adjust some settings real quick..”

Yunho walks back towards the door, and, as you’re adjusting some settings to capture the lighting properly in here, you hear the lock in the door click. You tear your face away from your camera and look up at Yunho, shocked, and there’s that damn smirk again, “just for privacy.. I’d hate for you to be interrupted while you’re.. working..” “Oh.. right..” you stammer.

You check your camera again and you look up at Yunho and said, “could you go over by the window and let me take a test shot real quick?”

He walks over to the window and the light hits him, highlighting his perfect jaw line and he looks stunning. You have to force yourself to remember to breathe. You line up a shot as he poses effortlessly and you click the shutter. When you check the view finder you look back at him and say, “perfect.. we can continue..”

Yunho is an utter professional when it comes to this and honestly doesn’t need much direction. You follow his lead and snap a few more shots with different poses but his gaze feels like it is boring into you the entire time. He is clearly taking in the view of you in your tight dress. You’re sure your face in on fire from his gaze. Yunho in this fitted suit with the tease of bare skin? The way this suit is tailored, it shows off his narrow waist, his broad shoulders, and somehow makes him seem even taller. He looks like sex incarnate. It’s almost unfortunate that you’ll have to share these images. You can’t help the wetness that is starting to pool in your panties and he’s looking at you like he knows the effect he’s having on you.

You clear your throat, doing your best to shift your focus on the task at hand and look back to your camera’s viewfinder, scrolling through your images, feeling confident that you have what you need now. You don’t want to take up more of Yunho’s time than he’s already given you, and if you have to be in a room with him alone much longer, you’re going to need to change your lacey thong you’re wearing under your dress..

“thank you so much, Yunho, I think that’s all I need and now we can both get back to work..” you start putting your camera back in your bag and when you look up, Yunho is staring at you with heat in his gaze again.. he walks over to you, getting dangerously close as he looks down at you and says, “now about how you can make it up to me.. please go stand by the windows..”. You swallow hard. “W-what?” you ask, looking up at him.

“It’s only fair that I get some shots of my own of you.. looking like THAT in that dress..” He pulls his phone out his pocket and you just stare in surprise at him, as he adds, “Besides, how else are my friends gonna believe me when I tell them I had the fortune of meeting the sexiest photographer that’s ever shown up to one of these things?” Your face heats and set your bag down and walk over in front of the windows.

[imabee-oralizard]

This is pt.1 cause of word count.

Palaye concert 4/11/24

Mom and I woke up at 11:30am and started getting ready. Had to do moms hair so it took li her than planned. We left from the apartment at 3pm. Cause of the traffic it took almost 3 hours to drive and we got there at 5:40. Luckily vip hadn’t went yet. Once we all went in we got a signed poster and then waiting to take pictures. Mom got a picture on her phone and I got one on my Sony camera. Palayes friend dude Austin couldn’t figure out how to get to the camera on mom’s phone so I went over to get to the camera. Then he couldn’t figure out how to get my camera on so I turned it on. A lady photographer came over to take the photo on my camera since she knew more. As soon as I went to Palaye Emerson and Remington right away went ‘it’s great to see you’ and Emerson gave me a hug first, then Remington, and Sebastian. But they said that and hugged me like they remembered me. I also gave Remington the letter I’d written. I stuck my hand out and said ‘can I give you this’ while just like staring at him. He took it and said ‘of course’ then slid it into his pocket. It’s the one from the previous concert in September but I added to it and still gave it to him since I wanted to tell him how amazing he is. I stood in between Emerson and Remington for the photo and mom was in between Sebastian and Remington. We also got some of the Fever dream vinyls signed along with the Palaye cd’s and the bastards cd. Then during the concert mom added memory so we didn’t have to worry about photos. I was gonna take some with the Sony but it automatically has a red flash so i didn’t use it. During the concert though I made eye contact with Remington multiple times. He never came over to me to like reach out like he did other people though. But at one point we came over and stood onto the ledge table area that I was standing right next to! He was going to step onto it and I’d moved mom and is hoodies real quick so he had room also since they were black. Had bought them at the concert. They have the picture of Remington with a cigarette in his mouth and the ‘sextape’ over it. Good thing I moved it to because Remington was gonna step right by it and he’d hesitated for a second until I grabbed them. Then he stepped right in front of me! Literally right in front of me. I almost died. Then he went back to the stage after max a minute. Also Sebastian looked at us and the came over to our side of the stage and was posing right in front at the perfect angle so I got some photos of him that I’ll have to edit and they’ll be great. The venue was super small so we were super close to the stage. No hates or anything. Mom and I were in the second row. I couldn’t see Emerson like the whole time cause the angle. I could see him more than mom could but not much. At one point he got up and started playing the guitar but I couldn’t see him aside of the other guitarist being in front of him. I also told the guy to move so I could see Emerson. After that song he went back to the guitar. The last song they played was lonely I think. Got a picture of the set list at the start also. During the concert Remington came out to be there for the pit. He also climbed on top of people. Then he also hung upside down and then sung on the ceiling. I yelled to Emerson but he didn’t look over. He also didn’t answer much during the vip question and answer. Was told by someone that he was sick. They did say that they have a new album coming out in June and will be back over here this fall. After the concert we got some posters off the wall along with two guitar pics from the workers. Then we went outside and I got a picture with Remington and a signature on the sign. Also got the same with Sebastian. I know mom took bad photos. I also asked her to take a photo on my camera and she somehow got that blurry. I have no clue how because it’s hard for me to get it blurry. Sebastian heard her say it was blurry though and he said he’d retake the photo in second. We did but she just took it on her phone instead. Didn’t see Emerson sadly.

[httpsserene-main]

ephemeral (bang chan)

developer notes ☽: inspired by my ig for you page being bang chan bf edits...i did not ask to be depressed because i can't find a man suitable for my standards :) fuck u christopher for being so fine tonight

soundtrack☽: birdie - kota the friend

notifications☽: 818 words, fluff, not proofread, gnl!reader

"time is our only dilemma"

a warm yellow-toned ambient glow is cast within the bathroom from a small desk lamp that you’ve commandeered as a substitution to the harsh fluorescents of the room’s installed lights. a small bluetooth speaker rests on the countertop next to the lamp on its third to last volume setting cycling through a random spotify playlist you’ve selected. it’s probably one out of the hundreds of comfort character playlists you’d never tell a soul that you listen too.

but, you realize that chan’s most likely seen the embarrassing and unending list of the cutesy-fictional catered playlists you’ve become obsessed with in the previous weeks as he’s logged in to your spotify account on his phone. a few months ago, you discovered a new playlist hiding within your massive library that you didn’t add or create, entitled “songs i listen to remind me of you.” that was at the front of your recently played, the cover photo being a picture of you asleep on the couch in chan’s studio (a photo chan’s never shown you). when you clicked to investigate further, you were shocked to see the playlist filled with over a hundred songs, and a description filled to the word limit. tears filled your eyes as you read the romantic note chan had left for you to see, and you listened to the whole playlist while cleaning your entire apartment. there wasn’t a single moment that the heat left your flustered cheeks or the sweet smile left your face. and when you met with your boyfriend in person, you certain that he was blushing underneath his mask when you alerted him of your findings, and he revealed that he was going to surprise you with your specially curated mixtape on your next visit to his studio. 

when you asked why he was giving you such a sweet gift so randomly, his answer came without hesitation. chan said, “there doesn’t need to be a reason for me to express my love for you. of course this gift is meaningful enough for valentine’s day, or an anniversary, or your birthday, but any day i have with you is enough for me to treat you like the love of my life.”

and after a revelation like that, how could you remember the embarrassing fanfic-esque playlists you had downloaded to your phone? they literally don’t matter anymore, not when you have a whole dime piece, respectful, sexy, intelligent, thoughtful-ass christopher bang chan confessing his undying love for you.

that’s all to say that you probably should’ve selected that mixtape to play through tonight, but it’s too late to change that fact, as you would hate to disturb the bubble of space you’ve created in the bathroom to retrieve your phone from the bedroom. and to interrupt the peaceful bath you and chan are enjoying. it’s a rare night that chan was able to join you in your apartment instead of you going to his dorm to see him, and the night is made more precious at the fact that he fought his workaholic tendencies to join you earlier in the evening around seven pm rather than his usual appearance past midnight. and a spontaneous date night was suddenly underway; you and chan cooked dinner together made from the dregs of ingredients in your sparse fridge (grocery day is tomorrow), made progress on cleaning up your animal crossing island together, and even got a few episodes into a short anime you wanted to watch with him. a bath was the only reasonable option to end the cozy date night you both started.

the water is probably half-an-hour away from transitioning from warm to lukewarm, and the bubbles are starting to become sparse. you’re nestled in between his legs, back pressed against his muscled-pillowy chest, head resting aside one of his shoulders to avoid smushing shower cap against his face. chan’s head is propped on the shower tiles, his neck elongated and your fascinated with the view of his adam’s apple bobbing and throat swallowing as he speaks softly to you. his eyes are shut, but he opens them every time you speak to him, seeping with the adoration he has for you. his hands rest on your waist underneath the water, and every so often he squeezes you lighty, and traces patterns on your skin he only knows. eventually you two find yourself running out of things to talk about, but the silence that follows isn’t uncomfortable. you gladly allow your eyes to flutter closed, and chan begins humming softly; both of you are well aware that you should wrap up the bath, as you both still have early starts tomorrow morning, or rather–this morning.

moments like these are few and far for a man of chan’s lifestyle, and neither of you are going to be the one to cut it short. while this scene is ephemeral, that does not mean it is insignificant.

much love, <3 kirby !!!

© killakirby - piracy and plagiarism are not allowed. no reposts on any form of media

[spacefinch]

Octonauts incorrect quotes: Sea Otter family edition!

Shellington: Thought I was meowing back at Kwazii for the past hour, but it was just me and Pearl meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

Shellington: What do you call quantums of electromagnetic radiation that don’t get along?

Peri: What did you just say-

Shellington: Foetons! *Laughs*

Peri: Wh-what?

Shellington, looking at a selfie of Pearl’s: I hate this photo.

Pearl: I’m cute as fuck in that photo! I’m smiling kindly.

Shellington: You’re not smiling kindly; you look like you’re up to something.

Pearl: Up to kindness.

Pearl: Hand me the people opener.

Shellington: ...

Shellington: Pardon?

Pearl, annoyed: The people opener! Just hand it to me!

Shellington, stressed: WHAT THE FUCK IS A PEOPLE OPENER?

Pearl: How do you not know what a people opener is? Its pointy- you know? With a handle?

Shellington: Knife. It's called a knife.

Peri: So Shellington, how did your first time cooking dinner go?

Shellington: Pretty good if I do say so myself.

Peri: Oo! Okay, what are we having?

Shellington: Alright, so for appetizers, we have a potato.

Peri: A whole potato?

Shellington: Yes. And then for the main course, we have grilled cheese sandwiches!

Peri: These just look like big slabs of black.

Shellington: Because that's what they are!

Shellington: And then for desert, we have chocolate.

Peri: These are just chocolate chips?

Shellington: They sure are!

Shellington: And then for drinks, we have toast!

Shellington: *lifts up a glass of blended toast* Bon appetite!

Shellington, in a horrible German accent: Bill Nye is on break, I'm Bill Nein.

Pearl: Can I go to the bathroom?

Shellington, in the same horrible German accent: Nein!

Shellington: Do crabs think people walk sideways?

Pearl: ...Shellington, what the hell.

Shellington: Everyone thinks I'm this soft cute person but I'm not!

Pearl: Shellington, you cried for an hour after stepping on a bug yesterday.

Shellington: It had feelings! It was probably going home to dinner and I killed it!

Peri: ...It was a bug.

Shellington: It was a BEETLE, and its wife is definitely worried sick, wondering where it is, and I really don't get why you all think I'm so sentimental because I'm not!

Pearl: ...

Peri: ...

Shellington: Stop looking at me like that!

Pearl: I want a trip down memory lane.

Shellington: *proceeds to grab every warrior cats book they have and sets them in Pearl's lap*

Shellington: I heard you needed these?

Pearl: YES! ALL OF THEM!

Shellington: Peri learned how to fold origami penguins from Pearl the other day. I told them, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and the next day they put them in the fridge.

Pearl: May luck (and this picture of Shellington eating shredded cheese at 3 in the morning) be with you.

Peri: Here you go, Pearl, a nice hot cup of coffee!

Pearl: It's cold.

Peri: A nice cup of coffee.

Pearl: It's… not that nice.

Peri: Cup of coffee.

Pearl: I'm not sure if this even IS coffee.

Peri: C U P.

Peri: Hey I just got a pet snake. What should I name him?

Pearl: A pet WHAT?!

Shellington: William Snakespeare.

Pearl: I found a note in one of my old word .docs that said Note to self: Get revenge on Shellington.

Pearl: Except I couldn't remember what I was supposed to get revenge for.

Pearl: But I trusted my own judgment, so I went with it.

Shellington: Hmm... I don't know what you were supposed to get revenge for, either.

Pearl: I can only assume you got what was coming to you. Not 100 percent sure, though.

Shellington: Well, whatever I did, I guess I deserved it.

Pearl: Let that possibly be a lesson to you.

[red-dyed-sarumane]

yes we do want the void oc lore

okay !!! i hope this makes sense

void's one of my psychic ocs their ability/power being that they can distort, displace, & change audio, visual, tactile, scent, and taste sensations in a limited range around themself. this often isnt the smoothest & seems similar to a glitch on a computer so thats how it got its name. theyre agender (amab but thats literally only relevant in adult situations) idk their exact hight but somewhere around like 5'2"

their real/past name was ansta. they also used to have red-brown hair & purple eyes but they thought that was boring & always used their ability to make their eyes bright blue & their hair the black-blue gradient.

they had good grades in school but got bored easily, so they often used their ability to pull various pranks in classes. they had a friend (crian) that would help them in their pranks with her own ability & even tho everyone knew it was the two of them, there wasn't much proof if any so they never really got in trouble. they definitely used to be a playful, confident type of person.

However they got involved with one of the popular girls at their school, & once she got a bit close to them she started using them, manipulating them, etc. part of her bullying was saying things like "u dont even have ur own personality do u? ur just a void of a person" & Thats where the nickname void came from.

crian figured out early what her plan was & tried to talk some sense into void, but the bullying really put them into a corner & whenever they tried to do something about it, the popular girl would step in & lie to whoever they told so no one would believe them. once she got what she wanted from void, she got even hasher in her bullying until void finally broke one day. their mind went blank & they ran out of school & didnt stop running.

when they finally got their senses back, they didn't remember anything, not what happened or where they were going or even really who they were. they lost their phone while they were running so they didnt even have that to see who they knew or what they were like. they just knew the word void felt like a name & they didn't want to turn around and find out where they came from. so at 16 they just kept going until eventually, several towns & a Large distance away, they found an abandoned house deep in the woods where it was very unlikely anyone would come across them. once they decided on staying there they got themself a new phone & different things so they could actually live there.

even tho they dont consciously remember anything, the whole incident still haunts them, they have no confidence or self esteem, they dont even have control over their ability anymore & that stresses them out & makes it Even Worse so they hid away even more than they needed to.

eventually as they stayed there they gained a growing interest in the deity of the stars & joined various forums & the like to keep up with their appearances & interviews & various other things. they never talked too much, but they got a decent following for their photo set edits. this interest ended up turning into a gachikoi situation, even tho they never really wanted to actually meet the deity since they hated themself & didnt feel they were worthy of it or that the deity should be bothered by someone like them. but also theyve been away from people so long at that point they dont actively name it as a crush (it is).

despite hating themself theyve never self harmed in the way of cutting their self harm manifests as excessive isolation (obviously) & occasionally skipping meals. & self deprecation too.

probably the most interesting thing tho is that when they snapped & couldnt control their ability anymore it permanently altered them that their eyes & hair stay the colors they wanted as a kid (unless of course their ability goes off a changes it for a bit. but thats like their "natural" now) In Fact in my little au where they get together with said deity, their kid inherits their eye color meaning their ability is powerful enough to permanently alter genes/dna/whatever. but they cant use it properly anymore so its really not a threat to anyone

[faggotnadyke]

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I am mad about cellphone cameras hiding the processing they do, and I am glad about software that lets me control it and opt in and out, and I dictated this rant on insta so I am resharing the images here and will attempt to turn this into a useful text post on my blog in future, when my hand is working better [rock on hand-sign emoji][thumbs-up emoji]

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So I got this cell phone a couple of years ago, and I was really excited because it has three different lenses on it, which presumably enables like a whole lot of amazing photography options. But because it's a Google Pixel, I don't get to choose which lens I use, it decides for me based on zoom and light levels, and even though it has a 50-megapixel sensor, it won't expose that to me directly, instead using it to enable digital zoom. So every photo I take is going to be processed at length, whether to downscale or to crop. And a big part of the processing on this phone is noise reduction and edge enhancement.

Honestly, this is still a pretty powerful camera. [referring to Image] This is at four times optical zoom plus four times digital zoom, and its great for viewing on the mobile! But when you look closely at the picture, the processing they have done to reduce noise and combine pixels and crop and such, it leaves this really distinctive artifacting that I super dont like. If it reminds you of some of the telltale textures of generative AI art, it's because similar processing is being done to "solve" the image in areas where the digital zoom or low light has created too much noise. Remember, its using noise reduction, where its trying to reduce differences between pixels, and its using edge enhancement, where its trying to increase contrast between pixels. and it needs to choose what to do where. In situations where the camera can't identify what it's trying to solve, you can get some really weird results. [referring to image] Legit I really, really hate this. I really don't want my phone's camera redrawing my photos for me to this extent. I would much rather have confusing noise that I can learn to decode myself than this much more opaque algorithmic process. It's still a fun camera and, like I said, it's fantastic for viewing the results digitally. but there's this like core element of honesty that's just gone to me now. Also, I dont mean to imply that it is using robust content ID, or fully regenerating my image using generative AI - first off, my phone is just too old for that, and secondly, that would definitely be a much higher demand on the memory and processing of the device. But I am extremely confident that this is what is coming. And I do not know if they will tell us what or how they will apply it to our photos. However, I have found a camera app that lets you turn off some of this built-in processing! "Open Camera", an open source app that exposes everything it can. It can't force my phone to use a particular lens, nor can it expose all 50 megapixels, BUT [screenshot of Open Camera interface] It lets me control the edge enhancement and noise reduction of the built-in driver! [screenshot of Open Camera settings] Each one can be set to default/off/fast/high quality [referring to image] Smooth! Noise! No weird AI blobs! [referring to image] Turns out I don't mind the high quality edge enhancement once you turn off the noise reduction algorithm. I know I come at this with some nostalgia and some real snobbery informing me, but good God, I would always prefer to wrestle with the noise myself than have the camera driver automatically remove it without my input. [Image with noise reduction][Same image with no noise reduction] No noise removal It is definitely a matter of taste, so y'know, follow your heart. I just hugely appreciate being able to DECIDE. As the excellent @/gblekkenhorst put it Please EXPOSE THE VARIABLE!

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Additional tumblr tags, taken from @/irradiatedsnakes: #for iphones, check out yamera. its what i use when i need manual lens selection and focusing

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I am mad about cellphone cameras hiding the processing they do, and I am glad about software that lets me control it and opt in and out, and I dictated this rant on insta so I am resharing the images here and will attempt to turn this into a useful text post on my blog in future, when my hand is working better 🤘👍

[fuji09]

I don't want to assume anything from that response on anti Tommy, but that's not entirely the truth and most certainly not the whole narrative as that's only focusing on a fraction of the cause. People hated Tommy/Lou's reintroduce before season 7 premiered.

It was word of mouth that we MIGHT get canon Bi/Queer Buck, especially with Tim back and being on ABC, and some fans took and ran off with that meaning Buddie was going to go canon, as it's publicly known to everyone involved people ship them the most. Some cast members/crew promoted in interviews, that Buck and Eddie "have a special bond, rely on each other, understand each other, need each other, have things to work out with each other etc." And that both Eddie and Buck are "going to discover something about themselves" And fans and shippers created their own interpretation and narrative of what that meant and some took that as confirmation that Buddie was going to happen this season because of the phrasing and "idk 🤭 well see what happens." There were many "interviewers" and "journalists" who also thought this and some who were publicly bias of this ship and kept that a focus, as no one from 9-1-1 would or could say the Buddie was or wasn't happening, as that would "ruin the plot" so it was to hook us in and give hope and they also probably guessed the responding negativity they're seeing now and didn't want that to affect viewership.

Shit hit the fan when photos of Lou were taken on set prerelease. That's when a blog at the time said, "What if Tommy's Buck's Love Interest?!" And at first it was jokingly, people were saying ~lol "Tuck" no they wouldn't... but that would be funny if it was true... wait, I like the idea, what's a shipname for them! omg this could actually happen!~ As at the time, it was more wind that Bi Buck was coming, and it was exciting. People still adored Buddie, but more importantly, it meant that we got representation. But that didn't go over well with others. It was a mix of "Who's Tommy?" and "What about Buddie?" (along with generalized homophobia) It honestly started as a joke ship, but people were upset, and even though most couldn't "remember" Tommy, they didn't like him. "It's not fair, they promised Buddie, Buck wouldn't like anyone besides Eddie, Eddie should be the one who make Buck realize his feelings" People shamed others for liking Tommy and the concept of Bi Buck without Eddie. "He's a nobody, ugly, white man" Agian most people didn't "remember" Tommy, and still they piggybacked from other accounts because they heard/read "Tommy's a bad guy and I don't want Buck to be with someone like that!" Stan accounts cropped the narrative of Tommy's character and focused on the episode where he was problematic and amplified it tenfold. It was cased closed. They ignored and refused to accept his character development. It was "he couldn't've changed, we didn't see him apologize, I won't forgive him, and if you do, you're just as bad" Then people brought up Ryan's past and how they support him. That was another spiral as people compared an actor to a character, forgiveness, and whether it mattered at all because "it's a TV show."

That's what started that back and forth leading to the ship war and it was forcing people to "take sides" and that hate of multishipping when people wouldn't, because "If you like Tommy, you can't/don't support Buddie!" So it was a divide and yet as the show started and progressed... there was still no denial from the 9-1-1 that Buddie wasn't happening, it was found out that Ryan was offered the queer Eddie/Lou storyline -it didn't happen as it "fell through" and it was offered to Oliver who accepted, who had been pushing for Bi Buck for years yet was rejected and he said he was gonna play Buck queer regardless of a green light, and it was stated that Lou was know to originally be in a set number -as the season haven't even finished being written, they switched networks, lost episodes, lost 2 actresses, re-editted and moved around placement. So it was going around that Lou wasn't going to stick around, and shamefully, how the show was being promoted, it looked like Buddie was endgame. Promotion kept pushing and creating a certain narrative that now people now believe is false/baiting/fan service or somehow confirmed... I mean to some it was really made to believe that Buddie it going to happen in some capacity, not to say it won't, but they never actually said by anyone it 100% WAS happening.

Extremists have been unaccepting of facts and canon, twisted and manipulated interviews, post, episodes to justify Buddie, taking one phrase/line as confirmation and refusing to accept anything else. They hate on Lou's appearance, sprout homophobia throughout the community, say people are fetishing queer men, looked up HIS pass, hate on fan's Cameos, edited outrageous post, send threats, promote violence to BT shippers. It's as Lou is Tommy, Tommy is Lou. Any fault he does is magnified.

The show showed Tommy as forgiven. Chim, Hen, and Bobby have been friendly and acquainted since season 2. He's hung out witb them, helped on calls after he left. The cast and him acknowledge his mistakes, multiple times I may add, and one time he downplayed it, people went mad and now use that as the only thing he's ever said on the topic. He's liked/made bad/weird post (over a decade ago) like other cast members. He's fatphobic, as he was an overweight bullied child who had a very famous bodybuilder father. That same father who turned out to be racist, misogynistic, and abusive, so he estranged and distanted himself. He can't do any right as Lou is Tommy... So if you like Lou or Tommy, it's a problem.

There are blogs on both sides saying what's right is right, but one side by popularity carries the weight as they've been established for longer, and their influence is substantial. I've seen from certain well known members encouraging actual hate and disapproval in extreme fashion resulting in queerphobia, transphobia, racism, exclusion, threats of multiple types of assault, doxing, falsely reporting accounts, sending hate to members of 9-1-1, down rating episodes if Lou is in it, commenting hate for Lou/Tommy/Tevan on offical 9-1-1 accounts, false/negative edits, leaking info of the show, lying for engagement, pushing for/to deactivation, discouragement for shipping/multishipping, purposeful false tagging, pushing for SH... And I've seen the progression that the other side doesn't want to hear it anymore and have to "act tough" Kinda push the asshole route as I've seen it, it's like talking to a brick wall. I happen to witness the straight rejection, trying to compromise, block and blacklist, and now the aggression. Both/all sides are mirroring each other... It's beyond negative as a community. I think seeing and being part of it from the beginning, you can see some delusion shipping as a whole is causing.

And regarding those fundraiser debacle. That blog had more than enough reason(s) and right to not promote that particular one, knowing how it started/was promoted and who's running/participating in it - They DID NOT say to NOT donate for Palestinian/Gaza we should get that straight. They discouraged and brought attention to another questionable and negative behavior in connection to it. Doing something for a good cause doesn't mean they get a pass to hate and shame others and then do it again when they get called out. People's activism and morals should be aligned and support what they must. I think it's sad to have to do that in the first place as it really is for a good cause. General psa~ If you want to support it, go for it! There are also other verified foundations if that suits you better. There's also no need to shame your community for not participating it this particular event or having bought a Cameo for an actor in the past. That's unnecessary. And neither for already or future donations. Or not being able to donate.

Wow I don't really know what to say. Thank you for saying all that. I always appreciate when people take the time and explain everything.

I'm so sorry all that horrible stuff happened. I'm new to the fandom and I wish ship wars hadn't claimed another fandom and ship. I wish people understood you can have NOTP's and it not mean the ship itself is bad. There's no moral high ground depending on who ships what. I hope things can get better for everyone.

[ryukatters]

kat, *shakes empty cup* spare coochie (uni jean hcs) pls

Spare coochie (jean headcanons) incoming!!!

Pairing: jean kirstein x fem!reader

Content/warnings: university! au, fluff, jean is nail artist because i said so, overstimulation

SFW

Kinesiology/exercise science/physical therapy major. Minors in either design or visual art as stress relief (we’ll come back to this). Eventually finishes up those required courses by the end of his 3rd year, so he decides to double major in business management because he didn’t feel like graduating early. 

He has a general sense of what he wants to do. He knows he likes helping others, which is why physical therapy is appealing to him. But if that doesn’t work out, he doesn’t mind entering the business field. Has enough confidence and leadership skills to make it big there.

Remember how I said he minored in visual arts as a form of stress relief? Big mistake. As much as Jean loves painting, sketching, drawing, you name it, he realized that he hates doing it for a grade. He’s a perfectionist, and he hates the pressure that due dates put on him. He always feels like he’s half assing his work (still looks amazing) and he doesn’t want school to ruin his passion and inspiration.

Can get away with putting very minimal effort in studying for his classes. He remembers things pretty well, and is good at conceptualizing topics and applying them when it comes to tests. 

That being said, he’ll gladly accompany you to the library or cafe to study. Means he gets a free pass to ogle at you all focused, without you noticing (most of the time). 

When you do look up and find your boyfriend staring at you, he just cocks his head to the side and gives you a smile while reaching across the table to give your hand an encouraging squeeze.

Has an eye for photography. If you wanna live out your IG baddie influencer dreams, Jean will gladly be your photographer and hype man. If you’re camera shy, he (un)intentionally builds your confidence over time because of all the photos he takes of you. He’ll tell you how to pose, what expression to make, etc. You best believe he’ll buy an expensive editing program just to use their nice ass presets. 

Has...a bit of cuteness aggression? Sometimes he sees you and just wants to squeeze the life out of you. He doesn’t tell you that though, and he has yet to give into those urges. 

Likes it when you have your nails done, especially if they’re a bit on the longer side. Likes it even more when you run your nails across his skin or scratch his scalp lightly. 

Speaking of nails, he doesn’t mind paying for them!! But there was one time where he found a really cool design that he wanted you to have but the nail tech couldn’t replicate it, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. 2 days later, Jean invites you over and he has a mini nail salon set up in his living room (thanks Amazon Prime). 

Starts out with just those press on nails that he paints cute little designs on, but eventually progresses to using gel extensions (Jean: “the tutorials I watched said that acrylics are bad for your nail beds, babe. I’m just watching out for you.”)

He’s proud of his work LMAO. He’ll take pics of him holding your hand to show off your nails and also posts timelapses of him doing your nails on tiktok/instagram. Somehow goes viral overnight, and now people are seriously asking him for his prices. Maybe this is his calling. 

He is very romantic, and very much likes to play into “traditional” dating stereotypes. Very chivalrous. If he could help it, you don't have to even lift a finger. He respects your independence, but also wants to help as much as he can. (“What’s the point of you dating me if you won’t let me carry your bag?”)

An excellent cook. He is, however, very particular about how things are done in the kitchen. Probably has to do with the fact that none of his housemates (Eren, Armin, Connie) even know how to properly julienne an onion. They are to stay clear of the kitchen when Jean is in there, lest they want a handful of flour to the face. You, however, can watch. He even lets you help him, even if it’s just by being a taste tester.

Don’t be surprised if he’s shoving a tupperware full of last night’s dinner into your hands when you show up to class, or texting you to come over because you just have to try his handmade ravioli. His love language is food and I will die on that hill!

NSFW

I’ve said this before, but Jean will turn you into a pillow princess. You don’t have a choice. His baby girl deserves only the best, so just sit back and enjoy the ride babe <3

It’s not that he dislikes having you do work, because he’ll gladly concede when you ask nicely (most of the time), it’s just that he likes seeing your body talk— and he likes seeing what it has to say when he’s the one causing it. 

He especially likes it when you get that hazy look in your eyes, legs trembling from overstimulation

In my head, Jean is pretty gentle. I think he’s aware of his own strength and doesn’t lack spatial awareness (unlike a certain green eyed brunet) so he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you. Unless you ask for it, of course. 

When you suck him off, his hands are restless. Gripping your hair, jaw, neck, but he lets go quickly because he doesn’t want you to bruise. He eventually opts for fisting the sheets, knuckles turning white as he shoots cum down your throat. 

Loves you in lingerie. The way the straps and lace hug your body has him sucking in his breath. 

Will also ask you to nude model for him under the guise of it being “anatomy practice.” I thought artists weren’t allowed to touch the model? Then why is your boyfriend feeling you up?

Oh, and he will definitely be your photographer if you want a boudoir shoot. As long as he gets to keep the photos, of course. 

[runningdownthatroad]

So basically, AH just proved herself that she's been planning this shit for a long time. She literally just said "No one has this much evidence. Five. Years."

While she's correct that most real DV survivors don't have as much evidence as she does, why compile five years' worth of evidence? While it's true that it has been statistically proven that some survivors take up to seven attempts to leave their abusers, you're telling me that while you were being beaten frequently during this extended period of time that you always had the presence of mind to collect evidence during and/or afterwards? To make sure each and every single incident (that you allege happened) is documented?

And then on top of it, when you do have evidence it's this kind of evidence?

And evidence of your reported injuries are photos that a digital forensic expert testified had gone through photo editing software consistent with your phone type, are testified as to happening by your friends and sister, and TMZ sporadically caught you coming out of the courthouse after filing a TRO and photographed for you?

Not to mention:

a video that has you setting up the camera and laughing edited out as testified by a former TMZ employee who received the video you sent (yep, you sent it, they wouldn't be copyright owners otherwise, not to mention your text message confirming it)

audio recordings that confirm you are the abusive party 99% of the time (that can be proven 100%) while JD was actually trying to get away from you

an ex-fling of his who testified at the time of their involvement that she saw JD throw a bottle but it wasn't directed at her

text messages where JD expresses his anger at everything you have put him through (are they disgusting and some horrid? absolutely; do people who have gone through this type of abuse before get that you are basically driven to the edge of your sanity every single day? yep)

This has been one big setup from the beginning. She keeps mentioning JD's "power" and "support" because she wants it for herself and she's angry she doesn't have it, a fact that is driven home each time she is reminded of people coming out to support him, like Kate Moss. Like Winona Ryder (whose name she didn't want on JD's body if you remember). Like Vanessa Paradis. Like his sister who was his personal manager. Like Eva Green. Like Angelina Jolie. Like all of the other ex-girlfriends and people who have come out in support of him. Like the public. She hates that and it shows each time she's asked about others' testimonies in this case that aren't in her interest.

That's why she makes sure to mention how all of this has affected her career and how she now faces threats every day. She wants your sympathy, she wants your belief, and she wants the table tilted towards her.

Think past JD. She became close friends with James Franco, another actor who at the time was a hot ticket. More than likely, that's why Elon Musk came into the picture. Hell, I bet had he proposed, she would have accepted. (and don't think it didn't burn her when she saw the Twitter deal either) That's why you didn't see her dating some TV actor or screenwriter or some average Hollywood Joe/Jane. She wanted someone with power, prestige, and money, and all three in Hollywood. She even testified herself to how abundantly generous JD was when they started dating, when they met, etc. She saw it all and she knew.

The question is, just how early on did she form this plan? The claims of abuse, I mean, and the evidence gathering.

Like she said herself: Five. Years.

That's an awfully long time to collect evidence for what she thought would be a solid case. To keep him in line should he ever step out of it. She wanted to latch her wagon to his and be propelled into super-stardom.

Five. Years.

And that's fucking evil.

[miyamiwu]

The Red-Eyed Murderer being from an Alternate Timeline + His Perverted “Crush” on Cheng Xiaoshi + Other Ramblings

This is gonna be a long stream of consciousness essay dump… but I really want to get this out of my mind, so you’re all just gonna have to suffer with my incoherent ramblings haha (Oh btw, this post is gonna have a lot of screenshots… like, a lot)

Okay, so I mainly watched the show with the Funimation subs because it flows more easily, but even though I chose it, I fucking hate how Funimation takes too much liberties with the translation.

Especially with this part in Episode 11:

I’m too lazy to get a screenshot for comparison, but in the Bilbili subs, the red-eyed guy said, “It really is you, the witness.”

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Edit (July 17, 2023): Okay, now that I know a little Chinese, I'm not sure if the word "witness" was really mentioned. I'm able to catch the murderer saying _ _真的是你 (zhende shi ni | really is you), but I can't catch what the two characters they said before zhende/really. I'm bad at recognizing Chinese characters through audio. Will have to check the Chinese subs to be sure

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The witness.

Why would he call Cheng Xiaoshi the witness? Witness of what?? And why would Funimation remove that!

Funimation removing that one small detail immediately makes the whole sentence confusing. To say “it really is you” the moment Xiaoshi appeared implied that Red Eyes had met Xiaoshi before when he was using his own appearance, and not in the body of someone else. The addition of “the witness” was a hint for us viewers, but Funimation took that away asdfghjkl

Anyways, fast forwards towards the end of episode 11, and we have this:

To the Red-Eyed person, Cheng Xiaoshi was someone he met maybe months ago. So that means he’s had enough time to brood over him and develop some kind of perverted attraction to him...

I seriously can’t be the only one who found these scenes disturbingly suggestive:

And then there’s this:

This guy is crazy. But at the same time I can’t help but think that he’s turned into a psycho because he feels alone and isolated for being an Agent. He probably doesn’t know that there are others out there like him, so when he meets Xiaoshi, someone who is so similar to him, he gets excited...

(I know it wasn’t revealed here to him yet that Shanshan was Xiaoshi, but I’m pretty sure he hoped she was.)

And yeah, this guy really wants a friend. And he’s dead-set on it being Xiaoshi... which then brings us back to this:

It really is Cheng Xiaoshi.

And he’s so damned happy about it.

However, to the Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang that we’re following in the story, this Red-Eyed person is totally new. They know next to nothing about him and just think of him as a psychopathic murderer (which he definitely is btw. No sob story is gonna change that)

And just seeing the consequences of how they of different past timelines are now meeting on one present timeline really drives home the fact that Cheng Xiaoshi really messed up with that one text he sent as Emma. (I love you Xiaoshi, but sometimes you just really have to listen to Lu Guang 😭. If he says no, then please don’t do anything.)

Cheng Xiaoshi inadvertently letting Emma die was bad enough, and him going into the photo alone during the crime scene was even worse. But you know what definitely hit the nail on the head even more?

This:

Xiaoshi alerted Lu Min with his scream, driving things more out of control. I believe it was at this partiular point that the timeline started splitting. In the original past where Emma died, perhaps she had simply died from being choked in the car. But because of Xiaoshi, we get this:

And then the car crashed.... Lu Min was trapped inside, while Emma was able to get out and walk on the bridge. Lu Min ended paralyzed in the hospital at the time of Emma’s actual death, earning him a perfect alibi. And remember when his alibi was revealed in the show?

It was right after Cheng Xiaoshi got out of the picture

When I first saw the shock on Lu Guang’s face here and followed by that surveillance footage bit, aside from being confused and demanding answers, I didn’t think much of it. But after rewatching this scene again, I noticed how the show particularly emphasized Lu Guang’s shock and Emma being on the bridge by playing that creepy start of the ending song before fading everything into black.

Lu Guang can see the future of a photo within 12 hours after it was taken. I figured that what he originally saw was Emma dying for sure in the car. But now, the future has changed again, and Lu Guang knows that things are gonna go bad

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And I’m gonna end this here for now. I still have a lot to say, but it’s almost 1am here and I’m hungry asdfghjkl

Might post a part 2 to continue this