#smiles coming up to my inbox like 'be a hater. NOW!' and holds up the mic 🎙️

[yiga-hellhole]

Curious about C and D

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

this is a 50/50 between ganzel and miphlink for VASTLY different reasons. ganzel i just don't like because their differences are too great and zelda is a child in too many games for me to like the ship even when zelda is a mature adult in the dynamic. the ship feels like it'd be a bodice ripper when that isn't what i imagine Ganondorf's character to suit at all, or the classic "dark brooding man and beautiful young woman who is simultaneously a rival and an object of affections".

which is a dynamic i don't care for whatsoever. been there, done that, i hated Jane Eyre from start to finish so it's not happening.

and miphlink. i just don't like mipha. i hate how she's small and meek and wheezy for a zora and how she looks unnecessarily like an anime girl like no other character in the game does. they specifically babified her and her specifically, it seems. and i despise the Divine WomanMagycks trope à la George RR Martin going on with her too. didn't like it in the souls games and i don't like it in my zeldas either. the game saddles you with a tragic doomed romance and then just kills your fish wife with link having the same blank stare in response to it like he does towards everything that isn't food. boy howdy it does not hit. now, if Mipha was, maybe, more imposing and royal like sidon, but in a graceful way like Queen Rutela was, and she wasn't so by-the-book-definition fridged, i'd like her and the ship they hint towards and then drop like a brick, a whole lot more. but then i'd be asking for a whole different character in an entirely different story and we didn't get that. so. too bad

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

sorry my friends. ghiralink. i basically host the ghiralink convention in my server but it just doesn't hit it for me. link is way too normal a guy for the likes of that absolute freak. and i understand that's where the fun is, or that maybe there's a side to Link that's more carnal and strange that just needs a couple prods to surface.....

... i just don't feel the urge to toy with it! everyone else can do it so much better than me in a way i don't see! so keep truckin!

[beybaldes]

hold on to the ghost of my body

summertime sleepover masterlist

will kitman x gn!reader

summary : “can i hug you? you look like you could do with it.” Requested by anon.

an : living for all the will kitman anons in my inbox I love you all <33 title sober to death by csh great song!!!

The Crown and Anchor had been booked out by Ted for the night, allowing the team to run freely around a local pub without getting hounded by fans and haters alike all night. Unluckily for you, that meant you had no way to escape coming.

Nights out like this weren’t your usual scene, and when they took the party far away from the town centre, you could get away with the simple excuses. But now they’d taken it to the crown and anchor, two streets away from your flat, you had no choice - especially not when ted tilted his head and smiled at you when he asked.

That was how you’d ended up here; tucked away in a corner of the pub, nursing the same drink you’d had since you got here, and shying away from intereacting with everyone and anyone. That was, until Will shyly approached your table, two drinks in hand and his head hanging low.

“This seat taken?” You shook your head, a soft smile pulling on your lips at his bashful smile. Will was usually very soft spoken and gentle mannered, but clearly the alcohol in his system had made him a bit more out going, brave even. “I got you a drink.” As soon as he offered it out to you, he seemed to take note of how different it looked from what you were currently drinking, a frown forming on his face. “I didn’t know what you’d want so I just got you what I’m having, I hope that’s okay.”

“More then okay, Will, you didn’t have to get me a drink at all, y’know?” You pushed your other drink aside, taking a large gulp from the drink Will had got you as though you had something to prove to him. When the smile reappeared on Will’s face, you felt like you’d achieved just that.

“I know. But it’d be rude not to get a stunning person sat all by themselves a drink, you know?” You were sure your face was flushed as you took another sip of the drink, hoping it’d cool you down.

Before you could respond, however, a group of the players led by Isaac approached the table with a cry of Will’s name. They crowded round the small table, shouting over each other to try and get Will’s attention and that combined with the strobe lighting, loud music and cold drink in your hands had it all becoming very overwhelming very quickly. Taking the opportunity, you slipped out of the pub entirely, leaning against the wall out front while you took a moment to regain your senses and ground yourself.

“Why’d you leave?” You’d barely been out the door for ten seconds when Will appeared by your side, two drinks in hand once more and slightly out of breath. “I didn’t come on too strongly did i? Oh fuck, I definitely did didn’t? It’s just, well, you see, I really like you, like really like you and I’ve never been brave enough to say something and I thought now would be a great time and then-“

“Woah, Will, breathe.” Will stilled his rant at the feeling of your hand against in arm and the butterflies it set off in his stomach. “I didn’t leave because of you, it was just really overwhelming with everyone crowding the table, I just needed some air.”

“Oh, good, so we’re cool?” He handed you your drink, standing shoulder to shoulder with you just to the left of the pubs entrance. “Or were we until I totally messed up our entire friendship by saying I have feelings for you?”

If you didn’t find it so cute, the look of worry tensing his features would’ve made you laugh. Will had always been a sweetheart, and even now, he was more worried that he’d potentially messed up the friendship you already shared then the fact you might not return his feelings.

“We’re totally cool, Will, don’t worry.” You intertwined your fingers with you, pretending not to notice the way way his eyes snapped down to your conjoined hands and his mouth hung agape. “More then cool, even.”

“Cool, cool, cool.” It was only when Will looked back up at your face he noticed how much the overstimulation of the pub had got to you, your face a whole lot paler then he remembered and the hand that held your drink shaking slightly. “Can i hug you? you look like you could do with it. Or was that rude to say? I don’t know. I’m sorry if I-“

You didn’t answer Will with words, instead pushing yourself off of the wall and into him. His arms wrapped around your waist on instinct, the cold bottle of his drink pressing into the small of your back. Both of your arms were wrapped around his neck, one of your hands flat against the tops of his shoulder blades to protect them from the cold of your drink. “Oh.” You could feel the nervous bobbing of Will’s adam’s apple against your shoulder. “This is- this is nice.”

“Yeah, yeah it is.” You pulled back from the hug but kept your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you moved. “Thank you, Will.”

“The pleasure is truly all mine.”

[thequeenb]

love ur poppy fics sm 😭❤️ can I request a fic where poppy and mc are at a party and they end up playing spin the bottle which lands on mc and Veronica leading to them having a heavy make out leading to a jealous poppy

Poppy x MC

This is for the haters on my anon inbox begging me to stop writing about a bully. Enjoy sweethearts

Another frat party another drunk me. Its Luis birthday today and we have been invited of course, no surprise there. What did surprise me is Veronica sitting with the boys chatting freely without Poppy on her side.

"Bea is in the houuuuusee" Carter says giving me and Zoe a side hug

"Welcome to our humble home" Luis says approaching us

"Well hello there birthday boy, i got you a little something" i hand him a jersey shirt i bought him and just for a second i catch Veronica staring at me but its probably my imagination

"You didn't have to! Your presence is enough" he winks at me and Zoe wolf whistle, Thanks Zo always so helpful

"Let the poor girl alone you flirt" Veronica approach us getting into the conversation. Surprisingly she stands next to me and i honestly freak out a little bit

"You are no fun V" Luis says leaving us alone. Great, everyone has been so helpful tonight

Veronica turns to face me and i swallow hard. The only time i see her is when she is glued to Poppy's side but something about her tonight is different, she feels more free

"So Luis huh? He is quite the catch"

Was that her teasing? Her eyes scan my outfit and i thank God i let Zoe dress me up today. I wear short shorts and a purple crop top

"You like what you see?" I smile teasing her even more but of course someone interrupt us and we have to cut our conversation short

"SPIN THE BOTTLE!!" some boys yell and Zoe looks terrified

"Girls are you in?" Carter shove us into their circle and i bite down the 'no' that i was going to say

More people join in and i watch as Veronica sits across from me smirking. What is happening tonight?

"Alright so you all know the rules, don't hold anything back!" Luis says placing an empty beer bottle in the middle of the circle. Giving it a light spin i watch it intently praying to god not to land in me

Aaaaand of course it does, because me and luck don't have a good relationship. I sign looking at the other end if the bottle and oh my god. Veronica!? You have to be kidding me

I am ready to hear the rejection but she just shrugs getting up. There is a disappointment and an excitement growing inside of me and I can't tell what causes it. Looking around everyone is staring at us like we are the only ones here. God damnit it i feel so obliged to do it and oh my, the way she is watching every move i make is sexy

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask her and she laughs

"Of course Hughes, its just a game"

Right, its just a game Bea wake up. But the way she undresses me with her eyes says otherwise. Without thinking twice i stand up throwing my arms around her neck

"Hello there" her breath ghosts my lips and i can tell she had been drinking. Her eyes fall to my lips and I don't think she realises that she licks hers seductively, or does she?

"You know we--" i tried to reassure her that we don't have to do anything but she crushes her lips against mine

Everything stops. The people around us cheer and whistle but their voices fade as i focus on Veronica's amazing kissing skills. Our tongues fight for dominance as i press my body against hers. She tastes like strawberry and whiskey and i get lost in our moment

She runs her hand up my back, her fingertips raising goosebumps all over my body. She then place her hand on my hair grabbing a fistful pulling my head back. I bite down a moan but then she licks my neck and i lose control

The cheers stop and we both pull away remembering we are in public. The silence makes me uneasy but then i see why everyone is shocked

Poppy stands right behind Veronica like she is about to stab her in the back. Seeing my worrying look V turns around facing the Devil

"What is going on here??" She asks crossing her arms. Chloe is right next to her, aw how cute my favourite minion

Veronica rolls her eyes "we are playing spin the bottle. I asked you girls to come to the party but you had a nail appointment"

"Um Duh? This is a ridiculous party anyways" Chloe says and i have to step in

"Luis i didn't knew you invited trash to your party"

The way Poppy stares at me right now is like a lion watches its prey and i swallow hard remembering how much power she holds

"The only trash here is you and your so called friend Zoe, but i didn't knew V had such low standards"

Oh dont go there Min-Sinclair

"And why do you care that much? It was a game right darling?" Veronica looks at me smiling picking up my game

"I wouldn't mind playing games with you in a more private room" she winks and oh boy, Poppy's head is about to explode

"I want to vomit" Chloe says being the dumb bitch that she is

"Funny, thats exactly what i want to do everytime i see you" Zoe claps back and i have to hold my laugh, at least i should try and look intimidating

"Don't play with fire if you don't want to get burned Farmsville" Poppy takes a step closer and i can sense her anger

"Why are you even bothered? I am so insignificant to you aren't i? So why?" I take a step towards her as well and now we are one breath away

That exact moment her expression changes for just a second, her anger is replaced by pain and a low whisper escapes her lips

"Why her?"

I gasp not knowing if she really just said that or it is my mind playing games "What did you say?"

"I said how dare you kiss my friend?!" There she is. Again her eyes are filled with unexplainable fury and i am trying to understand why it bothers her that much

"Pops relax, its just a game okay? Lets just leave" Veronica tries to pull her away but she stands still looking right through my eyes

"If i see you near V ever again, if you walk besides her or even dare to breathe the same air she does i will make sure you suffocate" she pushes me back and woooow she can be really scary

"Just because you are beautiful and finally have a fashion sense doesn't mean you run this university" i started to back away from her as she takes several steps closer to me

"And i will destroy you and your stupid beautiful face a thousand times if i have to"

The air abandon my lungs. I have never seen her so angry before. The way she looks at me is like she is hurt but why is she so cruel then? Everyone looks at us and Zoe is trying to hold back her laugh, did she just compliment me!?

"Wow there, did you just flirt with me Min-Sinclair?" I raise my eyebrow smiling

And when i tell you her whole face changes. I can see her life flashing right Infront of her own eyes, terror fills her eyes and i can see a light pink colour forming around her cheeks. Did i just make Poppy shy?

"I-i am not! H-how dare you say that?" Her voice breaks, isn't she adorable?

I smirk gazing at her lips, should i do it? Is this the reason she is so frustrated right now? Is this why she is so mad at Veronica and i?

I take a deep breath and i gather all my courage. Leaning forward i give her a soft kiss not knowing if she really wants this. I pull away slightly watching her eyes go wide, someone fucked up

"What are you doing?" She asks completely confused

"Jealous Poppy is adorable" i say placing my hand slowly on her cheek. For a second i think she will pull away and actually kill me but instead she leans forward once again kissing me softly

This time our kiss escalates to a passionate make out session. Everyone around us clap and this time, i really don't care. All i focus on is Poppy's taste and warmth and i get drunk in her expensive perfume

"Kiss Veronica again and i will kill you" Poppy says breathing heavily

I press my forehead against hers smiling "If this is your definition of 'killing' then i will take my chances"

"Oh shut up"

And just like that she kisses me again and again getting lost in eachother's embrace. This is so sudden yet it feels so right and honestly? Who knows where this will go?

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[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

Say It Again (SMUT)

anonymous said: could write a smut that features joe mazzello where he has a HUGE impregnation kink plssss

(a/n: the impregnation kink scares me as a baby hater but also would let any of them ­take me raw so I am… conflicted. Anyways here u go heyooo i’m back for a moment - finishing up all the requests in my inbox and then i should have requests open sometime next week!!!!)

You found Joe’s fetish by pure accident, in a completely joking moment. Well, it was a completely joking moment at first. How quickly it would turn into more was something you never anticipated – even then, the situation it led to was a welcome surprise.

It was obvious he’d always wanted to be a dad. His nephews were his world, and he went into full dad mode every time he was around them. So, of course, kids were in the cards for you two – however, you were holding off because you wanted to make sure the time was right before you jumped into something so serious. But you never would have guessed that you getting pregnant was something that got Joe so wired. And in the heat of the moment, you realized that maybe it was something you were ready for.

“I just think that maybe the German team deserved better, sue me!” Joe threw his hands up in the air dramatically, shrugging and giving you a sour look as he sat across the couch from you, clearly upset that you thought the Bellas deserved the Worlds gold.

“I just think that blah blah meh,” you mocked teasingly, Joe narrowing his eyes playfully as he crossed his arms. “You’re just salty because the Bellas are clearly superior to Das Sound Machine.”

“You take that back!” he gasped, standing up quickly. When you didn’t, he took an annoyingly long inhale, then huffed at you and stomped off towards the bedroom, yelling about your opinion and how wrong it was. Rolling your eyes, you climbed up from the couch and followed him to the bedroom, listening as he ranted the whole way there.

When it finally got quiet and he sat down on the bed, sighing, you raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe. “Are you going to be okay, drama queen?”

“I don’t even know who you are any more,” he groaned melodramatically, clearly joking, but still playing a very convincing upset part while he pressed his hands to his face, sighing. “You’re not the same woman I married 40 years ago.”

Okay. That part was less convincing. You snorted at Joe, deciding not to point out that he wasn’t even in existence 40 years ago, much less married, and you walked over to the bed, crawling on top of him and laying your head on his chest as you straddled him. “Don’t be such a baby back bitch.”

“I want a divorce!” he claimed loudly, despite the lack of rings on either of your fingers, and you laughed as you shook your head, deciding to play along after all. “I can’t believe we had all these kids together, and they grew up to be mindless Bellas fans like you.”

“You’re being so dramatic, it’s not like you’re the one who got knocked up,” you replied playfully, still keeping your head resting on his chest. One of his hands found your waist, resting there casually, and you giggled softly at the ticklish feeling it briefly gave you before you continued. “After all, you were the one who came in me.”

Joe was quiet, eerily quiet, and his grip on your waist tightened as a heavy tension settled over the room. Hearing his heart start to race a bit, you furrowed your eyebrows and sat up, looking down at your boyfriend, who was a bit red in the face and almost stoic in expression as you cupped his jaw.

“You alright?” you wondered aloud, running your thumb along his jaw as he shifted beneath you, looking somewhat uncomfortable. Had you taken it too far? Was this an uncomfortable topic for him?

“Say that again,” he murmured, almost too quiet to hear, and you raised an eyebrow as you wondered whether you’d heard him right. He nodded as if he read your mind, clearing his throat a bit. “Before what you last said. Say it, please.”

A bit of realization dawned on you as you recalled what you’d said moments ago, and you chewed on your lip as it became apparent to you that Joe might have a breeding kink. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he just liked sex without a condom, but the shallow breathing that just one sentence from you had induced said otherwise.

“You came in me,” you restated, Joe’s fingers digging into your side as he let out a shaky breath, groaning softly. His eyelids fluttered for a moment, but then shot right back open as he stared up at you, an intense burning in his hazel gaze that nearly made you shrivel from how unbelievably hot it was. So Joe was into that? You scooted back a bit as he sat up on one elbow, dropping his other hand from your waist and grazing his fingertips over your hip before he let it come to rest on your thigh, gripping it just tight enough to let you know he was there.

“C’mere, babe,” he muttered, and you couldn’t help but smash your lips to his, overwhelmed by how quickly the situation had shifted over into something so sensual, so real. But he met your lips with the exact same energy, moving in sync with you as your bodies pressed together, both of you sinking back down onto the bed as the kiss deepened. His tongue was soon delving into your mouth, tasting, exploring, and swirling around your own – meanwhile, his hand that was once on your thigh slid upwards. His fingertips snuck under the hem of your shorts, gliding over your skin just as easily as the moan of your name that tumbled forth from his mouth when you pulled away from the kiss and moved your lips to his neck. “You don’t know what you do to me sometimes, sweetheart,” he mumbled, his free hand moving to weave into your hair as he reveled in the feeling of your bites and kisses along his neck.

“Did you like that?” you asked, your voice slightly muffled by his skin as you continued to pepper love bites along his collarbone, not wanting him to see the slight blush that was overtaking your face as you prepared your next words. This was uncharted territory, and you had no idea how far Joe was wanting to take it, so you were slowly testing the boundaries, seeing where things went. “You wanna come in me? Take me raw?”

“Oh, Jesus,” he barely breathed out, his voice trembling as he heard your words. Making a note to yourself that you were on the right track, you waited to see what he did next as you pulled away, tugging your shirt off and tossing it to the side. But you didn’t even have to wait long, Joe being so excited about the situation he immediately launched into a sort of babble that made you wonder how long he’d been compartmentalizing it all. His lips were swollen from the previous kisses, holding back nothing as he practically whined. “Yes. So, so bad. Wanna fuck you raw, fill you up. Put a baby in you.”

Woah. The shock must have registered on your face because he was immediately sitting up, cupping your face and apologizing profusely, but you cut him off before he could feel too embarrassed. “Joe, Joe, Joe,” you crooned, cutting him off and taking his hands in yours as you pulled them away from your face. He silenced, still looking slightly regretful, but he waited patiently for you to speak, holding in his apologies for the moment. “It’s okay,” you reassured, moving his hands to your ass and resting them there before draping your arms over his shoulder as mild confusion flitted over his face. “Don’t just talk the talk,” you murmured, your lips brushing up against his for a moment before you gave him a brief, chaste kiss, giving him a moment to process what you were saying.

And it did take a moment, but then his eyes widened, and he could barely stop himself before he was stumbling over his words. Instead, he cleared his throat, then let out a shaky exhale and asked, “You mean it?”

One nod from you and he was on you like Velcro, flipping the both of you over and moving up so you were comfortably resting against the pillows. They were a gentle presence cushioning your shoulders and head, while Joe’s motions were the antithesis – his lips worked desperately against you, his hands tugging your shorts down eagerly in erratic, hurried motions. But you didn’t mind the contrast. The fact that he was this excited to fuck you was enough to make a shiver run down your spine, and the shallow, sharp breathing that punctuated his movements signaled to you that he couldn’t slow down if he tried.

To take the attention off of his shaky attempts to undress you, you kicked your shorts off before tugging at the string to his sweatpants, willing him to take them off himself while you rid yourself of your panties. He obliged, pushing his sweatpants off and tossing them to the side before also ridding himself of his shirt. Now, he hovered over you with just his boxers on, and you could tell he was already painfully hard by the way his cock strained against the fabric.

A small smile played at the corner of your lips as you tugged his boxers down, looking up at him, and the way he smiled back made your heart melt for just a second. Just a second, because then he was working on taking his boxers off, his eyes roaming down your body as he did so. When he finally sprung free of the restraint, you weren’t sure what you were expecting him to do next, so when he laid on his chest between your legs and started trailing slow, sweet kisses up your inner thigh, you were genuinely taken aback. For being in such a hurry moments ago, he seemed to really want to take his time with this part, and you weren’t sure you were ready for the change in pace. Joe being so desperate to get you undressed had gotten you riled up, so now you were a bit frustrated that he’d hit the brakes.

As his mouth neared your core, a small mumble from him distracted you from all of your curiosities and frustrations. “Have I ever told you I love you?” he asked, thought it was sort of a redundant question. Joe was always telling you how much he loved you – in fact, he kind of never shut up about it.

“Once or twice,” you murmured back, a playful edge to your voice, but it was quickly eradicated as Joe delved his tongue into your folds. Licking one long stripe upwards, he mumbled a response again, the vibrations stimulating your clit ever-so-slightly and making you shiver.

“Well, I fucking love you.” Then his tongue was on your clit, applying pressure to it just to play with you, and you let out a low moan as you used all of your remaining willpower not to grind on his tongue. “You’re so beautiful. And you’re gonna look so gorgeous when I-“

“Joe,” you whimpered, upset at the loss of his tongue already, and his hazel eyes met your gaze questioningly as you let out a soft huff, raising an eyebrow to imply something you didn’t really want to say out loud that bad. “Please.”

He hummed in amusement for a moment, then his eyes flicked back down to his original focus before his mouth was on you again, this time easily devouring you. Squirming in pleasure, you couldn’t help but let out filthy strings of curses as his tongue dipped in and out of you, exploring places that made your head spin. And his nose rubbing up against your clit as he shamelessly ate you out was just a bonus – by the time you were able to get a grasp on something, his hair, you were already halfway to your orgasm just from his mouth alone.

His tongue brushed up against your clit again before he placed an open-mouthed kiss on it and sucked it lazily. And finally, you managed to choke it out. “Joe, I-I need you inside me.”

“Yeah? My fingers?” he muttered, just a hint of a sultry gravel tone to his voice as he pulled away from your core for a moment, about to move his hand from where it had been resting on your hip. But you stopped him, grabbing his wrist, and his eyes flew up to meet yours curiously.

“No,” you almost whispered, shaking your head as you let go of his wrist. Spreading your legs out just a bit more, you moved your other hand from where it had been tangled in his hair. Taking his chin in between your forefinger and thumb, you ignored your own wetness that decorated the lower parts of his face as you gave him as serious of a look as you could manage when you were completely fucked out from his mouth. Admiring how wickedly good he looked like this for a moment, you smiled just a bit before regaining your composure. “Fuck me. No condom.”

“Oh, Christ,” he muttered, almost sounding like he was praising the holy one as much as he was cursing him. Crawling up so he was hovering over you, he rested his weight on one elbow while taking himself in the other hand, running the tip of his already-swollen cock up through your folds to position himself as you chewed on your lip. “You sure about this? You know what it means, right?”

“Damn right I do,” you replied quickly, still looking Joe straight in the eye, and he groaned obscenely loud before lining up at your entrance, short, quick breaths leaving his mouth. To silence himself from being any louder, he crashed his lips to yours one last time, muffling a soft groan that had been threatening to follow the first, but you coaxed it out of him anyways when you slipped your tongue into his mouth, swirling it around his own.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl,” he muttered as he reluctantly separated from the kiss, and before you could make a joke about his choice of words, he was pushing into you, the feeling of him without a condom not alien but definitely not very familiar – it had been a while, practically years. It was so much more real, for the both of you – you could tell by the way Joe’s mouth dropped open as he bottomed out that he was on cloud 9, and he hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet. “God, you feel so good. Holy shit, why didn’t we do this sooner?”

“Beats me,” you breathed out, your eyelids fluttering closed as you relaxed and adjusted to the feeling of him filling you, your head sinking back into the pillow and your lips staying slightly parted. Joe sat up, shamelessly ogling the sight of you in complete relaxation as he wrapped your legs around his waist, resting his hands on your thighs. And then he was moving, his hips canting forward against yours as he started out slow, just rocking in and out of you and making blissful sounds of satisfaction tumble out of your lips.

Joe was just as pleased, his breath catching in his throat as he marveled at how incredible he felt at the moment. So when you murmured for him to go faster, he obliged willingly, speeding up his thrusts and going deeper and deeper as one of his hands slid up to find purchase on your waist, gripping it tightly. The sound of skin on skin started to fill the room, Joe starting to pound into you as the realization of what was taking place washed over him once again. He couldn’t help himself as he realized he was really doing this, his hips snapping forward eagerly and slamming into you as you responded with a simple whimper, too overwhelmed by pleasure to form words.

“Jesus Christ-“ he muttered, mainly to himself, and his head fell back a bit as he sped up for a small spell, desperately fucking into you and making you whimper his name in pleasure. “Fuckkkk,” he groaned, finally slowing back down a bit and taking his time to thrust deep and hard. “So fucking good, baby girl, you feel so good.”

“God, you feel fucking amazing too,” you managed to breathe out, overwhelmed by how much more sensitive you were as Joe took you raw. You could feel how impossibly veiny and hard he was, every slight ridge on his cock stimulating you in all kinds of ways as you quickly felt yourself approaching your high. “Faster, bubs, I’m so close.”

“Faster?” Joe asked, nodding before starting to thrust faster again, grunting in pleasure as he did so. “Oh Christ, I- Babe, I won’t last much longer if I keep going this fast.”

“That’s okay, Joe, just fucking cum in me,” you breathed out, your hand reaching down to take the one of his that was resting on your hip. He laced your fingers together, then resumed the position on your waist.

“Baby, that’s so hot,” he almost growled, his hips suddenly slowing down as he gazed down at you with a dazed, lustful expression. He waited expectantly, still moving his hips, but only half as fast as he spoke again. “Say it again.”

“Cum in me, Joe!” you almost whined, frustrated at the slowing of the pace again. But your words sparked another excitement in Joe that sent him into an animalistic frenzy, his hips meeting yours flush as your heels dug into his lower back, pulling him in even closer, if that was possible. Desperately chasing both of your highs, your mouth kept rambling as he fucked into you, his hooded eyes nearly completely closed as his lips remained somewhat parted, small grunts of approval leaving them every once in a while. “Fill me up! Don’t stop until it’s leaking out of me. C’mon, babe.”

“Oh my god,” Joe muttered, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as he felt his high getting threateningly close from your words. His thrusts were hard and quick, but getting sloppier by the second. “M’gonna cum, baby girl. Gonna put my seed in you. Oh shit, oh f-“

Before he could finish his sentence, you were clenching around him, crying out his name brokenly as you hit your climax, your back arching up off the bed just a bit. And your orgasm triggered his, pulling him over the edge and eliciting a litany of swear words forth from his lips as he buried himself inside of you, releasing with a shattered groan.

When he finally pulled out after both of you had ridden out your highs, he quickly had to grab a few tissues from the bedside table as his cum actually did start to seep out of you, threatening to ruin the sheets you’d just washed a couple days ago. He cleaned you up, then himself, and proceeded to collapse on the bed next to you.

There were no words to be said after something like that. All that was supposed to be spoken had already been said in the heat of the moment, and now there was nothing left to do but snuggle back into your boyfriend’s embrace as he pulled you into a snuggling session, his toned arms pulling you back against him as he spooned you.

But after a while of enjoying the silent company, you had to say it. It was on your mind, and there was no more waiting.

“You know, I’m not exactly psyched that this just happened because of Pitch Perfect…. You’re kind of fucked up, Mazzello.”

A deliriously happy laugh bubbled up from Joe’s chest, tickling the back of your ear as he nuzzled your hair, one of his hands coming to rest on your stomach. His fingers splayed out and rested there, cradling a nonexistent baby bump that he was already ready for just minutes afterwards. And then, he replied. “Let’s name our kid after that guy from Das Sound Machine.”

“No! I’m officially removing you from the naming committee, that was a terrible suggestion. Ben is now in your place. Hope you’re happy!”

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[that-bookworm-guy]

Pride Month 2019      Post 2 - Me

I’ve written 2 posts this year because one was mainly negative and I wanted one that was more lighthearted. 

Hello, My name is Kyle. I’m 23 from England and I am Gay and Trans. 

I have been out as Trans for 4 or so years. This year was the first birthday I had where every single member of my family finally spelt my name right. Its’s been a journey.

I’m also coming up to 10 months on Hormones so puberty 2.0 has not been fun but it’s worth it. I never had acne the first time around so it’s come with enough spots for the first time too. Trust me, nothing I’m doing is making a difference, it’s just a matter of waiting it out. I’m also expected to get top surgery in the next year or so, so that is super exciting.

This year I’ve done 2 posts because I focused on a lot of the negatives I’ve experienced. Like this Pride month I’ve received so much hate so I wanted to touch on that. 

I’ve had some very rough moments where I didn’t know if I could deal with being trans anymore. But what’s the other option? There isn’t. Being trans isn’t something I can just turn off. The solution is transitioning which is making things easier, but currently I’m in the state of looking horrible and weird like I did when I was a teen. But that will go in a few years. I just have to hold on.

So pride, what does it mean to be proud. 

For me, it means not hiding anymore. It means being who I am and doing what I do. This pride month I’ve done a lot of pride art, I’ve also written poems about being gay and trans. 

Let’s rewind to me during my teen years. I was miserable, I was extremely depressed. I was struggling with everything that was going on. I was fighting with myself. I tried being hyper feminine. I tried dresses, high heels, makeup. I tried painting a big smile on my face. I hated every moment. Now just not liking dresses or girly things does not mean you’re trans. It’s difficult to explain. It’s actually impossible, I can’t do it. 

So I stopped trying. I was always boyish even young. I just started being me. Forwards a few years to me crying to my mum. I was suicidal, I couldn’t do it anymore. Mum agreed that we had to do something. I cut all my hair off. I threw away all my old dresses that were just collecting dust. I was happier instantly. I came out as trans. My parents supported me. 

Fast forwards to now. I look back and I realise I’m so luck to have a family who supported me. My grandparents agreed I was miserable as I was and accepted their new grandson. I don’t regret anything. I’m me, I’m happier with myself.

I’m still fighting demons. But I am stronger because I am being myself. I don’t have that internal fight of who am I. 

Pride for me is about being open (To some extent, I’m trying to live stealth about being trans in real life) to myself and where I can. Pride is about being yourself and unashamed. 

We have such a long way to go still, be we will get there. 

To all the haters that currently love my inbox. I am me, and if you have a problem, you know how to leave. I’m not hiding. I’m not holding back. I am being myself, neither you nor I can change that

[chuckling-chemist]

Subscriber Desperation

((I make one “Youtube’s not a real job” joke on skaian-heretic’s post and suddenly I’m making Jacksfilms jokes and writing a goddamn crackfic featuring Ardata. I’ll be fair...I’m not sure exactly how IC this is for Ardata, and more importantly I’m not sure I care. This was just for some hopefully dumb humor.))

“I cannot believe Grubtube changed their algorithm! And to attempt to introduce user feedback. The nerve…” the blueblood typing furiously on her keyboard scowled deeply. “No wonder I’ve lost so many subscribers.”

Naturally, due to Ardata’s high status and sinister persona, the number of people commenting on her work in comparison to her views was low. But for sweeps, such hadn’t been a problem. She always managed to keep on top of Grubtube’s changing formulas to keep her on the top of trending tags for weeks. Obtain subscribers by occasionally making a video unrelated to your regular content, then push them to watch your other videos? Early on, of course, but she did. Get trolls to click on a video they’d hold no interest in through thumbclaws and titles promising sexual content that only appeared for seconds? Easy. Falsely inflate her video lengths through elongated intros and outros? Simple. But getting people to interact with her videos aside from a like? Impossible. Lowblood trolls wouldn’t comment on her videos to keep their olfactories safe from her, and higherbloods had better things to do with her time than leave a comment on a video involving brutal murder when they wouldn’t have to comment much in an online redblock. She had better things to do with her time.

With a frustrated groan, she clicked over to her imitators’ profiles. She needed some sort of method to make her look - Ardata shuddered at the mere thought of it - approachable. Enough so they might comment on her videos. Unfortunately for her, almost every profile she scanned did something different. Many relied on sponsorships from small, Internet companies. Some engaged in online feuds. And if those acts weren’t reprehensible on her own, others were worse. She held far too much pride to tell her subscribers to “smash the flush/pitched buttons” if they felt any strong feelings or run videos ran wholly on content produced by commenters. Her videos were art. The gutterbloods in her basement, her muse. Commenters weren’t allowed to dictate the type of art she produced, even if they drove her numbers up.

However, the longer she scrolled through her competition, she realized they all did something she hadn’t ever quite done. Many of these trolls seemed eager to talk about themselves in front of the camera with questions supplied by subscribers. Ardata did enjoy talking about herself. And, while she preferred working behind the camera as the director with complicated shots and angles to truly capture the spirit of the poor troll, an easy night of sitting at a camera and talking sounded just that: easy. She made the announcement on both Chittr and her most recent Grubtube video, informing them of an upcoming Q&A so please send your questions now.

The results were instantaneous. Her most recent video’s view count hit record highs within hours, placing it firmly in Grubtube’s top trending videos. Questions flooded her video, her Chittir, her inbox, anywhere they felt they could send them. For the first time in perigees - the first time since meeting that odd little alien - she was a big Grubtuber again. Famous. Esteemed. She set an established date for a full livestream set to be hours long (again, good for the algorithm), and pulled all the questions to be used from a random generator. So close to re-achieving the fame she once had on Grubtube she’d never have to try again if she wanted to. She set everything up the night before, from her husktop littered with questions to the camera itself.

Her preparations made the filming easy. She only had to start up the livestream on Grubtube, waiting for the red light to indicate she started filming and grimace menacingly at the camera. Of course, she made herself look equally enticing and imposing on her black couch, but that was just her regular aesthetic. To do anything else was disingenuous. “Hello. I’m sure you’re all here to watch Alternia’s best up-and-coming filmmaker on Grubtube answer your questions.” She smirked. “I’m so flattered you could make it. Unsurprised, judging by your ridiculous interest in my personal life, but flattered. So, let’s get this started before I lose interest.”

The first set of questions her husktop pulled up were straightforward. Trolls asked her about simple questions about her personal life: everything from her lusus to her quadrants, on top of numerous questions about all sorts of favorites. One even asked her about dayglow, and if she preferred it to other poisons. Ardata gave the viewers of the stream cryptic answers. After all, she didn’t really want to talk about her private life. She didn’t even want to answer questions at all. This was all just to please the Grubtube algorithm and gain her viewership back.

About halfway through the questions, after a slog of political minefields seemingly only there to upset some subjuggalator watching her videos, the questions started to get...well...weird. “‘Ardata,’” she read, “‘I’m a huge fan of your videos, but I gotta ask, I keep dabbing on my haters like other grubtubers told me to, but sometimes they dab back. I haven’t gotten an answer from them yet. Please help, I’m scared.”

Ardata’s smirk twisted into a dark frown. “If you’re scared, don’t dab at them. Shouldn’t that be simple?”

She flipped over to the next one, reading “Ardata? What’s your opinion on the film ‘The Funny Faces on Your Palm Husk Develop Personalities of Their Own Separate of the Ones They Are Supposed to Emote in a Sellout Family Comedy Featuring An Overabundance of Propaganda and Product Placement, The Plot Relying Wholly On Overused Concepts Done Better in Other Films? I heard it’s a visual masterpiece.” She scowled. “What kind of question is this? Did anyone even go see that refuse incinerator heap of a film?” She scoffed. “Please. Next question.”

She flipped down through the comments, reading many of them outloud as she skipped them. Ardata, when will you start giving us sponsorships at the end of your videos? Can’t wait to skip all of them!

Ardata, has anyone told you your lusus is half as cute as JuhannFlicks’ barkbeast?

Ardata, when will you do a collaboration with a screaming Grubtuber?

Have you considered what it feels like to be like us, an asshole talking to a camera?

Ardata, I need more challenge vids!

What’s your opinion on the Eastern Alternian flag made entirely of triangles? Do you agree it’s the absolute worst?

Over and over. The whole middle portion of Q&A seemed like...shitposts. Pure and idiotic shitposts. Her scowl deepend. “Understand, viewers, these questions are so inane I’m not even giving them a thought. Now, this one, since I ignored so many…” she flitted her gaze over to the next post, not even bothering to check to see what it said, “this one I’ll answer.”

Hey Ardata, how does it feel to know that you have no skills for the Ordeals because we all know Grubtube’s not a real job?

She paused, blinking slowly. Anger swelled in the pit of her stomach. How dare some troll insist what she did wasn’t a job! She profited, didn’t she? “I assure you, viewer, what I do is very real. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here right now,” she said tightly. “Now, let’s move on to the--”

She gasped. A whole slew of comments, none of them from the same troll, all asked the same question. Worded differently, but functionally the same. Grubtube’s not a real job.

“Q&A’s over early. I won’t be doing another one,” she snarled. With a quick snap of her wrist, the husktop clicked shut, ending the stream immediately.

It wasn’t until she sat there for several minutes, fuming silently, that she realized what she did. But it was too late now. She’d have to find another way to bring in new viewers through other means, and hope her outburst only drove minimal numbers away.

Hopefully.

***

Meanwhile, Juhann Scanan, popular oliveblooded comedic Grubtuber, watched the whole stream with anticipation. His lusus, a tiny little fluffy barkbeast he affectionately called Klondike, nipped at his arm. Normally he wasn’t interested in the drama of Grubtube, but the fall of Ardata Carmia was equal parts funny and necessary. Grubtube held enough bloodshed without yet another redblock wannabe hogging all the attention.

The video ended with a loud click, and Grubtube shoved him off the video onto her regular profile. The same question his followers asked over and over, she couldn’t even handle once.

Juhann laughed. Maybe it wasn’t the kindest idea to let his followers know he sent in one bizarre question about dabbing after making a song that happened to reference this Grubtube redblock trend.. But the bubbly satisfied feeling watching another villain of the website crumble under their own infamy felt justified, in a way. If you can’t adjust to the changing tides of a constantly evolving website, you’d fall behind. Ardata, and any other troll who mistakes ultraviolence for art and content, relying wholly on a supervillain status for popularity, would fall victim for that.

“Okay Klondike, get off me,” he said. “I gotta finish editing for tomorrow. Gotta finish that song.”

Klondike yipped happily in his face, making no attempt to move. Moving seemed out of the question. Juhann stretched, smiling sleepily at his lusus and yawning. “Fine,” he said with a light pat of the barkbeast’s head. Editing could wait for a day. “You win. I’ll sleep.”

((I’ll just say it here, yeah his matesprit’s just troll!Erin/2ToesUp and she has a similar lusus named Sundae))

[arpov-blog-blog]

..."No Signs of ‘Red Wave’ as Race for Congress Remains Tight” (New York Times)

“Congress hangs in balance as Democrats defy expectations” (Washington Post)

“‘Red wave’ fails to materialise as Fetterman clinches crucial Senate seat for Democrats” (The Guardian)

“Control of Congress Remains at Stake as Democrats Fend Off Anticipated ‘Red Wave’” (The Wall Street Journal)

I’ve checked my inbox and so many of you have written to me through the night. So many of you who worked hard over these last months to prevent the bloodbath. A fascist takeover by a full slate of election deniers and voting suppressors. 

And now we know there will be no bloodbath. Not today. And it’s because we and millions of others erected a force field around the haters and bigots to stop them in their tracks. And that is what has happened. Sometimes you have to lose a battle or two in order to win the war. 

I love how you all knew that if for some reason we couldn’t create a blue tsunami on Election Day, our second best choice was to make sure there would be no red wave.

And that is where we are at as America wakes up on The Day After. As Election Day 2022 came to an end, the Republicans last night were in a state of shock as they found themselves, at least for now, in control of neither the House nor the Senate! They were unable to throw a single Democrat out of the United States Senate. In fact just the opposite happened — the Democrats were able to flip control of their Pennsylvania Senate seat from a Republican to a Democrat. In stunned disbelief, the Democrats instantly went from a 50-50 Senate to a 51-49 Senate in their favor. Georgia and Nevada are still too close to call, but the Democrat in Georgia holds a small lead, and the Democrat in Nevada has played see-saw all night with the Republican. To be clear, they’ll be counting these votes for days, if not weeks, and so it’s anybody’s guess what could happen.

As for the House, you need 218 seats to hold a majority, to be able to pass (or defeat) a bill. Right now they are 20 seats short of that and that is why none of the networks nor the AP nor the New York Times have called the House for either Party. 

The looks on the faces of Fox News are glum. This was not what they — or we — have been told for months would happen. Back in the spring, Republican leadership predicted that the Trump Party would pick up nearly 60 seats in the House. It looks like they’ll be lucky to get 10. Commentators on Fox called it a “disaster.” One scenario suggests they could end up with just a one vote majority. 

“The real winner tonight” said one Republican, “is Joe Biden. He’s got a big smile on his face right now.”

There was so much heartening news coming out of last night. Abortion rights measures passing in Vermont, California, Michigan, and Kentucky — with Montana poised to follow suit. Marijuana was made legal in Maryland and Missouri. Record midterm turnouts by young people occurred in many states. 

I will go into more detail when we next talk (after more votes are tabulated). For now, let me just say this:

We were lied to for months by the pundits and pollsters and the media. Voters had not “moved on” from the Supreme Court’s decision to debase and humiliate women by taking federal control over their reproductive organs. Crime was not at the forefront of the voters “simple” minds. Neither was the price of milk. It was their Democracy that they came to fight for yesterday. And because of that drive, we live to fight, and hope, for another day…

Once again, massive thanks to all of you for helping all of us build a Blue Wall that stopped an ugly red wave."

[calvin-af-crone]

Hi! I really do enjoy reading ur blog. I'm in the Swiftie fandom and calvin Harris fandom and it feels like I've just been torn up inside and continue to be torn up now. I love Taylor and want what's best for her but I love calvin (Adam) as well and want what's best for him. It hurts me to be following a swiftie blog and hear them use "ratvin" and insult him. Human beings make mistakes and they are imperfect. For gods sake do they not realize that he is a human being with actual emotions (part 1

Part 2 I just wannacry sometimes bc I feel like I can't be accepted by swifties unless I'm bashinghim. I try to make them see some reason but they just seem to ignore it. Itjust hurts me to see this kind of negativity being thrown at an actual human. Justlike Taylor is a human being with emotions so is he. I wouldn't jump on thebandwagon of insulting anybody like that. I mean they act as tho he murderedsomeone! Yes his tweets were unexpected and certainly not great but it'sunderstandable

Part 3 why he feltthat way. It was heartbreaking to see his sadness after the breakup, the sheerloneliness and reclusiveness he dragged himself into, only for TS to continueto shove his apparent "inadequacy" down his throat. I love her bc she'shelped me thru so much and I honestly believe she tries very hard to love, butI don't agree with that. It just makes my head ache and has just made me superupset and frustrated bc I don't even kno why I'm affected. Thank you :)*********************

Thank you for enjoying my blog. Maybe you wrote “Thank you” w/ a smile at the end because you felt better after sharing. Or maybe you were thanking me in advance for the advice I’m gonna give you. 

You can avoid feeling “super upset” by un-following bloggers who bash Calvin or share anon messages that bash him. There are probably many Swiftie bloggers who don’t disrespect Calvin. @calvinharrishongkong and @calvin-harris-84 have main blogs devoted to Taylor. You are not the only person who likes both of them. @calvin-harris-84 recently had the honor of meeting Taylor in NYC so even she doesn’t mind Ashley also liking Calvin. 

If you are pressured by the Bashers, block them. Block them in your Message Inbox and block them in Chat. They may have been your friends in times past but their negativity is affecting you now and you don’t need their aggravation.

When you are confronted by their hateful opinions thru the media (it’s unavoidable), go ahead and vent on your blog like I do. Don’t hold your feelings in, express your anger and you’ll feel better afterwards. 

You may be emotionally attached to the drama & it might be hard for you to stop caring so much. That might be because you over-identify w/ both of them and perhaps w/ Calvin as the unfairly bashed even more. But focus on how serene & contented he appears to be. The Haters don’t hurt or upset him & he doesn’t want you to be upset on his behalf. Listen to his music, be infected by positive vibes, and feel “fucking incredible”. That’s what he wants to give you. Let that energy into your life and share it w/ others.

If I were a Swiftie, I would have a hard time accepting this era because the world is full of so many situations that make me angry, frustrated & frightened. None of us need more negativity now, especially not coming from someone who has great advantages & should have no complaints about her wonderful life. You can still love Taylor & not like a few of her recent songs or the image she’s currently projecting. I love the overlarge sweaters she’s wearing but damn that haircut is for the dogs. Like literally it looks like Cocker Spaniel ears. 

The great thing about Calvin fandom is we bash him for legitimate reasons like that creeper mustache covering his upper lip, dressing like a toddler most of the time or wearing clothes that don’t fit right, ruining Heatstroke by giving too much of it to Young Thug, & embarrassing himself by arguing w/ doctors. Maybe you should become a Swiftie who is more like a Calvin fan. :-)

[nozakiu]

Seowaka hanging out and people keep thinking they're a couple? (Pls?)

ok so i’m sorry i let this sit in my inbox for a while but i’m here now and let me just say I CAN TOTALLY see seowaka being THAT couple that faked a proposal just so they can get free cake at a restaurant or something like that so LMFAO.

___

Wakamatsu wasn’t sure why he kept taking Seo out on “dates”. Of course, he still comes up with as many bullshit excuses as he can though. 

“I have two tickets to this movie and all my friends happened to bail on me and I don’t want it to go to waste!” 

“I have a gift-card that still needs to be used so I can buy a coffee for you if you want!”

“I’m not saying I’m giving you these cookies as a gift, I just sort of realised I bought extra so if you want some you’re welcome to have them!”

It was the fourth of fifth time Wakamatsu had taken Seo out somewhere that he sort of realised they had formed some resemblance of a relationship over the time they’ve hung out together. Seo probably wouldn’t admit her and Wakamatsu were maybe possibly on platonic terms even if the Lord himself descended from the heavens and commanded her to, but Wakamatsu could tell that slowly, him and Seo were becoming what normal people would call good friends.

The thing is, Seo was anything but a normal person.

She wasn’t afraid of cars and skipped across cross-walks without even looking one direction. She didn’t care about femininity and made it obvious in the way was loud and bold in her movements and talked with her mouth full, never the type of girl to sit quiet and just be seen. Half of the time their “dates” would end by Wakamatsu frantically trying to convince Seo that no you can’t just hop into the ball-pit you’re not 8 years old anymore or dragging her away from an arcade because she had gotten pissed at a crane game she lost and started beating up the machine.

Not saying that Wakamatsu didn’t have a good time though. Everytime on the ride home, he’d catch himself smiling to the window as the sound of Seo’s brash laughter still played in his ears - she didn’t have a dainty laugh but it was contagious and just thinking about her giggles made a grin want to split Wakamatsu’s face.

The only thing that ever deterred him was when they’d get mistaken for a couple while they were out. One time at the ice-cream parlour, the cashier had looked at them and smiled, saying “It’s a discount deal for couples who want to share a sweet treat together!” and before Wakamatsu could even sputter that they weren’t dating, Seo was immediately snatching the cash from his hands to tell the cashier “We’ll take it.”

Seo didn’t seem to care whenever people thought they were a couple. Waiters at restaurants that would greet them and ask, “And what can I get for this lovely couple?” or “Is the boyfriend going to be paying tonight?” When they went clothes shopping and the shop assistant would ask Wakamatsu “doesn’t your girlfriend look beautiful?” when Seo would try on some clothes. Going to the movies and people would smile and ask them, “Ah, are you two on a date?”

If anything, Seo just used it to her advantage to talk up to employees and get discounts. Wakamatsu just hoped his cheeks didn’t look too pink as he let Seo drain his wallet because Wakamatsu was too nice to ever say no to anybody, especially Seo and her particular glutton for the gummy candies that the movie theatre sold.

The first time it actually mattered though was when he and Seo were eating out for dinner.

It was a fairly formal restaurant, and at this point Wakamatsu knew by far this wasn’t a standard place you’d take just a friend, but Seo had said she wanted some fancy cuisine so they took a table anyway. The meals were expensive though, and they both knew Wakamatsu would still pay anyway, but then a lightbulb seemed to go off in Seo’s head and Wakamatsu hesitated.

“No,” he said.

“No what?!” Seo asked, and Wakamatsu scoffed.

“Please. I recognise that look in your eyes. You’re planning something malicious and terrible and I’m just going to say right now that no - whatever you’re planning on doing, it’s not happening.”

Seo had the gall to laugh. “Me? If anything, my ideas are genius.”

“The last ‘genius’ idea you had was to somehow sneak above the catwalks during a play because you ‘wanted a better view’ and ended up dropping your jacket on the main lead actor,” Wakamatsu said flatly. “I don’t want to get ushered out of a nice restaurant like this because you decide to spike someone else’s drink for fun or something.”

“I swear it’s nothing dangerous like that, Waka,” Seo said, and the nickname made Wakamatsu want to flick her on the forehead. “It’s totally safe and there is no harm in it. Plus, it’ll get us free cake.”

“I’m sorry, what? Free cake-?”

“Propose to me.”

Wakamatsu nearly choked on his ice water, and he looked at Seo like she was mad. She just calmly looked back at him, waiting for his response, and Wakamatsu glanced around furiously to make sure nobody was possibly overhearing them.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, propose to me!” Seo said. “The staff will feel obliged to give us a celebratory cake dessert in congratulations, and there you go! Free dessert!”

Wakamatsu was sure his cheeks were as pink as the rose that sat delicately between them on the table. “You’re insane. I don’t even have a ring.”

Seo paused, then plucked a simple gold band off of her right hand. It was a ring that her parents had given her as a birthday gift, and she tossed it to Wakamatsu, who barely caught it. “Use this one. Pretend you’ve been holding onto it for me.”

Of all ideas Seo had tried in hopes to get free food, this had to be the craziest. Wakamatsu only took a sip of his water. “You want me to propose to you with your own ring? Are you serious, Seo?”

“Free cake!” Seo said, wiggling her eyebrows persuasively. “Pleaase, Waka. Do you not want to marry me?”

This time, Wakamatsu did choke on his water, and his coughing plus Seo’s brash laughter caught the attention of a few people sitting at nearby tables. When they eventually resumed their meals and Seo had calmed down, Wakamatsu sighed.

“Do you really want free cake that badly, Seo? You know I can pay for a regular order of dessert-”

“Just do it, Waka,” Seo hissed. “Oh, and make sure you’re loud and public about it. Wanna make sure we catch their attention.”

Wakamatsu couldn’t believe he was doing this, but as said before, he was never someone to say no. And as he slowly stood up out of his seat to kneel next to Seo, clutching her ring in his hand and nervously looked around the restaurant before lowering to one knee, he wondered just how he managed to get himself this whipped for the brown-eyed girl who was sitting calmly in front of him.

“Yuzuki Seo,” he announced, loud enough that a few eyes flickered to him. As people saw Wakamatsu on one knee and the way he held the ring in his hand, it was easy for people to assume what was happening and a few awed gasps could be heard around the tables.

“As one of my greatest friends,” Wakamatsu began, “you have always managed to make me smile. Everytime we are together, it’s always memorable and amazing.” 

In the back of his head, he realised he didn’t want to sound completely fake in his speech to give them away, and so he tried to be as real as possible with his words, starting to pull some genuine truths into it.

“Even if you’re a little bit crazy and oblivious, and have reckless ideas that I’m more often than not the one that has to drag you out of them, I still end up always having the best times with you. You always manage to make me laugh, whether it’s because you say something funny or it’s with your own, because your laugh is so contagious.”

At that, Seo’s cheeks tinted a little pink, and she reached a hands up to cover her mouth. In the back of his head, he thought she’s good at acting.

A quietness had fallen upon the restaurant. People were now staring in awe at Seo and Wakamatsu, and Wakamatsu swore in the back of his mind.

“And I just wanna say, I love you. I love spending time with you and being around you, because everytime I do, I can tell we are making memories that I know I will look back at later with fondness.”

And as Wakamatsu carefully presented the ring to Seo, he said, “so I ask you, Yuzuki Seo, if you’d please continue making memories with me for the rest of our lives, and make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”

And as Seo stood up, cheeks passionately red and nodding furiously while chanting, “yes! Yes!” and the restaurant burst into applause, the waiters dutifully giving them a free celebratory cake dessert with ‘congratulations’ written out in frosting on the top just as Seo had anticipated, Wakamatsu decided he definitely needed to start learning how to say no to people.

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“Yah, Waka!” Seo yelped in happiness later that night as they left the restaurant, their bellies full and cheeks pink. “You never told me you were good at acting!”

Wakamatsu had to inhale a cold breath of air before replying, as something in the back of his head said yeah, because some of it was actually real. “I could say the same for you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you blush before.”

Seo cackled at that, and Wakamatsu felt a smile tug at his lips. “We are both amazing. And I told you - nobody got hurt! And we stole away with free cake, and they even gave us a discount on our meal! My plans aren’t always terrible, eh?”

“I guess not, but I wouldn’t be so confident,” Wakamatsu said, chuckling. “This is only one time versus at least a dozen other plans that weren’t that successful.”

“Aish, there’s always gonna be haters,” Seo scoffed, rolling her eyes, and Wakamatsu grinned. As he glanced at her, he noticed the ring was still on Seo’s left hand ring finger - if anything, he expected her to put it back on her right hand where she always wore it. 

As they walked to the station for their rides, Seo gently elbowed him with her shoulder. “You should trust me more, Waka. Next time, I’ll make it so that we get free clothes or something when we go shopping.”

“Seo, I’ve told you I don’t approve of shoplifting,” Wakamatsu said, and Seo laughed. And as they eventually parted ways to go to their own homes, Wakamatsu realised his heart was still thrumming from the excitement of fake-proposing to Seo.

I wonder if she could tell I was being truthful in some of the things I said, he mused as he made his way to his home. If only I had a real ring to give to her at the time.

And when Wakamatsu notices that Seo from then on starts wearing her ring on her left hand now, well - he never really gives a reason why when Seo asks him why he’s smiling like that.

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Anon Submission 1/2

seeing all this hamburglar hate now among his former asskissers, i’m like, ya late! i peeped that game back in 2013. fuck the haters, thank you for keeping it real about his shadiness long before it was cool to.

*puts on tinhat*

i remember the Great Zayn HQ Drought, when we’d get a million pix of the others and like one occasional lq pic of zayn, even when they were together. i also noticed they weren’t styling him as sharply as they were before and after the drought. i also noticed it conveniently coincided with harry’s rise as the “frontman”, riding on the haylor wave. harry also got a separate stylist and lowkey fashion sponsorships/free shit. he slowly slipped that in, starting with the scarves. (he made them look like ugly rags, i was shocked to see how much they were actually worth.)

folks say he’s been plotting since 2013, and i’m like naw, he was getting his game together in 2012 so he could start in 2013. even though sott has a slower than expected start, i still think he will come out on top in the end, because so much time and money and effort has been invested and tptb always fight for white boys to win. 

however, zayn’s achievement can never be downplayed bc he’s literally the only member of 1d that’s generated significant interest from the public on his own. harry networks hard, and has *always* been linked to celebs and socialites in the very beginning, that’s how he became significant tabloid material. zayn on the other hand was only known for himself in 1d. before the start of the hamburglar’s snake rise in 2013, zayn was getting a lot of individual attention for his style and his vocals. (and while harry’s public relationship benefitted him, zayn’s relationship only benefitted perrie, who modest wanted to be little mix’s “harry”, which is a whole another rant, let not get started today) it made no damn sense to me that harry would get sponsorships and fashion awards first. 

not to mention all the discrepancies in his public image. he made himself a blank slate, acts overly nice and polite. i can’t believe that people thought he’s completely clean and above his weed smoking bandmates, when he regularly hangs out with rude, obnoxious partiers and cokeheads. there was even an article, comparing a new generation of socialite partiers (including him by name) comparing them to an older generation… who were notorious for their drug use. (and lets not get into the “sniffling from year-round allergies *cough*”)

and there are times when his mask slips and i’m like hmm… like that ot4 interview with grimmy, when harry lost his voice and had to type on his phone… i remember when he tried to make a joke and nobody caught it, they moved on talking about something else. at first he looked so pleased with himself, then when no one got his joke he looked seriously offended. like, if he’s the type of person who doesn’t care what other people think, who isn’t trying hard to be cool, why would he look so offended? why would he be pressed that he isn’t the center of attention?

i remember another interview where liam and the interviewer kept going (about a football player?), and he couldn’t get a word in (he wanted to talk about having their scarf? lol). he was so sulky and pissed that he couldn’t bring the attention back to himself (i think there was another time, in that same round of interviews where liam was messing with him and put his foot  on him and he was so disgusted, like who the fuck is this bitch??? he recovered well, but i don’t think he was playing.) and i’m like damn, you this salty because you got ignored for a couple seconds? imagine, if zayn had that face every time y'all talked over him or shut him out the convo. he’d have perpetual bitch face!

…which reminds me of another time, when someone mentioned harry’s hair and liam joked that it was extensions and harry looked pissed. which also reminds me of another time when liam said that harry’s hair always looked the same, and harry was offended, enough for louis to step in and deflect. at the time i was like wtf, it’s not that serious??? but i’ve recently read comments ppl have been making about harry possibly balding and needing implants… i saw on on forum, they showed his biological father’s receding hairline, and how it’s improved now, possibily with finasteride and impants…. is that why harry is so sensitive about his hair? his hairline looks to be holding on, but perhaps he’s on treatment and is fearful it could get worse. (i don’t like him anymore, but i def would not wish balding on anybody, that shit can be traumatic and i don’t want to curse my own fave’s hairline)

and back to the perpetual bitch face, i think it’s wild how harry’s gotten away with resting/puckered bitch face in half his fan photos, no one says a damn thing. let that be zayn though, and they’d burn that shit to the ground. i remember folks giving liam hell, because he wasn’t smiling *inbetween* a long series of fan photos on the red carpet (i think?) even tho he smiled in every photo and he always gives fans big hugs and he’s the only one always shows up for 1d shit. 

i’m sorry to be up in your inbox like this, i really wasn’t expecting this to be so long, i guess i had a lot of feelings to get off my chest, lmao.