#sorry the Hamburger took over in me

[worldlxvlys]

Can you write a fic based on Wednesdays video and we notice he not wearing underwear and it’s visible -don’t know how to explain it well🫣

distracted

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: smutttt, p in v, cream pie, unprotected sex, fantasizing, choking, oral (male receiving), handjob, degradation

a/n: @sophssturn also requested something very similar but my dumbass accidentally deleted the request 😭

hope you enjoy !!

i swear i wasn’t looking on purpose.

ok, that’s a straight lie.

but it’s almost as though he wanted me to look, he knew exactly what he was doing.

he wore those grey sweats, which he knew made me go crazy.

and to top it off, he decided not to wear any underwear ? what a slut.

he knew good and damn well that he was too big to be walking around without any boxers on.

and to do it while he was filming ? when he knew there was nothing i could say or do about it ? yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing.

i was sitting behind the camera, watching as he cooked burgers for everyone.

every time he moved just a little too quickly, his dick would press against his light-colored sweatpants, the outline of his bulge showing.

of course i was aware of how big he was, but that didn’t mean the entire internet need to know too.

as i continued to stare at him, my eyes scanned over his entire body, imagining him in a completely different scenario.

instead of his wrists flicking with every flip of a burger, they were straining against a restraint, and i was watching him squirm desperately under me.

his pretty mouth was being suffocated under the weight of my body, while my aching heat was shoved in his face.

instead of the oil from the cooked meat dripping down his hands, it was a layer of my arousal decorating his long fingers.

when he threw his head back, moaning at the taste of the hamburger, i imagined him moaning my name while i bounced on his-

“helloooo? did you hear me?” chris asked, pulling me back to reality.

“oh, sorry. i was distracted” i answered, now realizing that everything was cleaned up, and matt and nick had already went off to do whatever.

in front of me sat a hamburger, placed perfectly between two buns on a plate.

“distracted by what?” he asked as he watched me take a bite of the food.

i took a minute to finish chewing before answering, “what do you think?” i deadpanned, watching as he looked at me in confusion.

“you seriously don’t know?” i asked, continuing to eat the burger.

when i finished, he pointed to my mouth, “you have a little..” he trailed off as he collected a bit of juice that dribbled down my lips from the meat.

before he could do anything else, i grabbed his finger, looking up at him as i licked the small bit of liquid from his finger.

he stared at me with his mouth hanging open slightly, before i let go of his hand.

“ tastes good” i spoke to him, making him whine in response.

i reached forward, palming him through his sweats, making him moan out in surprise.

“tell me, what did you think was gonna happen?” i asked as my hand made its way into his sweatpants.

“i- fuck, i don’t know” his head fell back as he whispered, hands gripping my waist.

“yes, you do chris. you did it for a reason, what is it ?” i asked as i left a light kiss to the shell of his ear.

i didn’t get an answer as i began to stroke his length.

i squeezed his base lightly, making him groan in response.

“answer me or i’ll make you cum in your pants out here like the dirty slut you are”

“shit” he breathed out raggedly, attempting to compose himself, “i wanted you to fuck me”

“you could’ve just asked baby”

“but i-“ he shuddered the feeling of my hands continuously squeezing him, “i need it rougher”

at those words, i pulled my hand from his pants, “say fucking less” i spoke as i grabbed his hand, pulling him to his room.

when we got there, i closed and locked the door behind us, before pushing him into it roughly.

“talk to me chris. tell me what you want” i spoke.

“ i told you already, i-” i brought my hand to his throat, squeezing it slightly.

“excuse me?” i asked him, eyebrows raised.

his eyes widened slightly, his gaze dropping to my lips. “try that again” i told him.

“i need you to fuck me” he whispered. “louder” i spoke.

“need you to fuck me” he spoke, his voice slightly raised.

“louder”

“they’re gonna hear-” he started before i cut him off, “i don’t really give a fuck. you wanna act like a little bitch in heat ? i’ll treat you like one, say it louder”

“please, please fuck me. need you to fuck me so bad” he spoke up, whining desperately.

“was that so hard?” i asked, tilting my head to the side.

i slid my hand up to grab his jaw, pulling his face toward mine into a heated kiss.

my hands wove into his hair, harshly tugging on his brown locks while his found their way around my waist.

i swallowed his moans as my lips danced along his greedily.

i ran my hands down his clothed chest, letting my fingertips toy with the hem of his shirt.

he took the hint, pulling away for a second to pull his shirt off, before his lips found their way back to mine.

my hands explored the new skin, running along his chest before stopping at his waistband.

i teasingly rubbed his stomach, fingers brushing the waistband but never moving past it.

he pulled away to speak, his mouth slightly open, “don’t tease”

i raised my eyebrows at him, grabbing him by his arm and guiding him to sit on the bed.

“maybe if you weren’t walking around without any underwear on, i’d listen to you” i spoke as i sunk down to my knees in front of him.

his eyes widened slightly as i left a kiss to his clothed dick.

he looked down at me with hooded eyes, watching as i slowly pulled his sweatpants down.

his hard dick slapped his stomach, pre-cum dripping onto his abs.

chris’s breathing sped up in anticipation, his hands clutching the sheets underneath him.

i placed my hands on his thighs, keeping them pulled apart while i leaned forward, collecting his arousal with my tongue.

i started at his stomach, licking at the small beads of arousal, before swirling my tongue around his tip.

“fuck” he breathed out, his head instantly flying back.

“talk to me, baby. you feeling good ?” i asked him.

CHRIS’S POV

“yes, feels so good” i whispered, brows furrowing as she teased me.

she brought the palm of her hand to my tip, rubbing me in quick, circular motions.

my hips jerked up at the feeling, my mind growing fuzzy at the amount of pleasure that coursed through me.

“you think you deserve to cum ?” she asked, looking up at me through her lashes.

she pulled her hand off of me suddenly, deciding to tease me more.

my mouth hung open, but i was unable to form any words as my mind was consumed with her.

her hands, running up my thighs, but always stopping just before her fingers could graze my dick.

her face, glaring up at me with that look in her eyes that told me i was going to be gone by the end of tonight.

her lips, so plump, curved to fit around my dick perfectly.

“please, i need your mouth” i whined as she moved her face closer to me, her breath tickling my painfully hard cock.

“yeah? well i need you to learn how to listen” she spoke, moving away from me.

if there was one thing she loved to do, it was tease me. she wanted to push me to my limits until i lost it.

and she knew exactly how to get me there.

“ok, ok, i’m sorry. please, please, i need your mouth so bad”

ignoring my pleas, she pulled her shirt over her head.

“you never answered my question earlier, chris” she spoke.

her words went in one ear and out the other, however, when i saw what she was wearing underneath her clothes.

“fuck” i groaned out at the site of the black lace that adorned her skin.

the bra had a low cut, her tits sitting perfectly in the cups.

the bottom left little to the imagination, the lips of her pussy hugging the small string of fabric that barely covered it.

“do you deserve to cum?” she repeated her question from earlier, tilting her head at me.

“yes” i spoke quickly, desperate to have her in any way i could.

“i don’t know, you didn’t answer me the first time” she spoke, moving to straddle my waist.

“guess i’ll take that as a no” she spoke as my hands found their was to her hips.

“cum before i tell you and i swear to god i’ll edge you until you start crying” she spoke firmly as she lined herself up with my dick.

“f-fuck” i groaned at the feeling of her pussy sucking up my sensitive tip.

i held her close to me while she continued to take me inch by inch, until her hips met mine.

when i bottomed out, we both let out moans of content.

she began to roll her hips into mine slowly, before bouncing on my cock.

i watched as her covered tits bounced in my face with every one of her harsh movements on top of me.

i squeezed her hips tightly, needing something to grab onto as she found her rhythm.

her tight pussy continued to squeeze me, each pull of her hips pushing me deeper and deeper into a euphoric state.

“g-god, feels so good” i groaned out, watching her eyes light up at the praise.

“yeah?” she asked, grabbing my jaw to pull my face closer to hers.

“fuck yes, you’re so good to me baby” i spoke against her lips.

she ground her hips down against mine as she pressed a fervent kiss to my lips, her fingers finding their way back to my hair.

when i pulled away, i left kisses on her neck, making my way down to her boobs.

“so beautiful” i whispered up to her.

“hmm, so sweet to me” she spoke, “but i’m still not letting you cum” she pushed my chest, making me fall back onto the bed.

she laid her hands on my chest, using it as leverage to increase her speed on top of me.

“you look so good on top of me like this” i groaned out.

i was barely holding it together, something about the way she took control made me lose my mind.

“i’m so close” i whined as the sounds of our skin slapping against each other’s filled the room.

“well that sucks for you then, huh ?” she asked as she brought her hand to my throat, lightly choking me.

my eyes rolled into the back of my head at the action, my fingers digging into her thighs.

“i- please, i need it, need it so bad” i struggled to form a logical sentence as she leaned back, placing her hands on my thighs.

“oh my g-god” i moaned, desperately trying to hold back my orgasm.

“wait until i tell you” she spoke, moving my head to look at her.

i glanced down to where our bodies met, getting lost in the way her glistening pussy engulfed my dick.

i could’ve came from the sight alone.

“please, please, please” i repeated the word like it was a chant, knowing i wouldn’t be able to hold off for much longer.

“i’m almost there, baby. so close, just hold on a little bit longer for me”

my head flew back when she clenched around me, eliciting a loud moan from me.

“fuck, let go for me chris. let it all out” she moaned as she continued to clench around me.

i sat up to close the distance between us, wrapping my arms around her waist to hold her close to me.

my legs began to shake, my abdominal muscles tightening as i was hit with a shockwave of pleasure.

my hips bucked up into her, making her moan while i shot my load into her weeping hole.

“fuck chris, right there ! right there” she cried out as i unintentionally thrusted into her, my cock buried as deep as it could go inside of her.

she let out one last moan as i felt her release all over me, my dick coated in her pleasure.

my body went limp underneath her, letting her take control as she worked us through our highs.

once we both calmed down, she lifted herself off of me slowly, before making her way to my bathroom.

when she returned, she held two towels in either hand; one wet and one dry.

she gently rubbed the wet towel against my skin, cleaning up the sticky substance that resided from our previous orgasms.

“are you ok my love? did i hurt you?” she asked me while she continued to clean me up.

she took the second towel, drying my wet skin while i answered, “no baby. i’m ok” i smiled lightly at her.

“good” she answered before finishing up, and doing the same for herself.

she discarded the towels in the hamper before coming back over to me.

“wanna take a shower?” she asked as her hands found their way to my waist, rubbing light circles into it.

“yeah” i spoke as i went to stand up, immediately halting my movements when it felt like my legs were going to give out.

“what’s wrong?” she asked, noticing the way i quickly sat back down.

“my legs are…” i trailed off, searching for a word that wouldn’t make the effect she had on me so obvious.

i didn’t need to feed her ego any more than i already had.

it was no use, though, as she picked up on what was happening.

“you can’t walk ?” she asked, a smug grin growing on her face.

“shut up” i spoke, shaking my head at her.

“awww, it’s ok baby, i’ll take care of you” she spoke, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

she went to help me up before pausing, “want me to pick you up?” she teased.

🦢🦢🦢🦢

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this isn’t me (m.s)

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matt sturniolo x reader

(BIG TRIGGER WARNING! ⚠️)

warnings: slight gore/strong language/mentions blood/death/throw up

preview: Matt has recently started changing. the way he looks, the way he acts, and his demeanor in general. you slowly notice how distant he’s become. you were worried, a long with his brothers, so you all see what he's been up to. the scene left you, Chris, and Nick in shock.

a/n: this type of writing is different for me so i hope it lives up to your guys liking! likes and reblogs are appreciated!

it was a foggy morning in Boston. you were waiting at a post lamp for your best friend, Matt. you both walked to school together every morning ever since he asked to join you a few years back. now, you guys were attached to the hip. you had your hands in your pocket keeping them warm. you let out a breath which caused air to be visible in front of your face. that's how cold it was. you were starting to wonder what took Matt so long.

eventually you gave up waiting and texted him saying you'll just meet him there. you then headed over to the dreadful place. once you got to your first class. you noticed Chris and Nick were at their seats but, Matt was no where to be seen. you sat at your seat as you looked at Nick, "where is he?" you asked putting your back pack down. all he did was give you a confused face, "Matt? I thought he was with you?" he asks. you ended up giving him the same confused look. "what do you mean?" "I saw him head out before us. I assumed he was already going to meet up with you." Chris adds on. you turn your head towards him, "well I never saw him." you let out still confused.

you picked up your phone checking to see if Matt responded to your text. nothing. the text wasn't even seen.

Y/N

Matt what are you up to? Chris and Nick said they saw you head out to meet me. where are you?

"maybe he's just ditching?" Chris says. "you know that's not like-" your voice trails off when you see Matt walk into class. "you’re late Matthew." you hear the teacher say. "do you have a tardy slip?" all Matt does is shake his head and walk over to his seat right next to you. "why are you late?" you whisper to him. "It was nice out. I took the long way." he says avoiding eye contact. that's unlike him. plus, you didn't even know there was a long way.

the whole day at school, Matt was quiet. which he usually is but today? not a single word at all. even at lunch, he just sat there not even touching his food. "Matt eat your lunch." Nick says. "not hungry." Matt responds with a tone that was different. you, Nick, and Chris just look at each other. "okay then?" Nick responds quietly. "more for me." Chris says taking the hamburger off Matt's tray before eating it. you and Nick just let out a small laugh.

at the end of the day, you followed behind Matt as you spoke, "what happened?" all Matt did was stay quiet as he walks. "Matt are you listening?" you add on. he still just continues walking. you step in front of him as you look at his face. it seemed different. his skin looked more pale, his eyes were tired, and they were dark. "what's the matter with you?" he just stares into your eyes with a blank face. nothing came out of his mouth except for one word, "move." walking past you. you just stood there in shock. what is his problem?

later at home, you receive a text.

Matt

i'm sorry for acting the way I did earlier. it's complicated.

you sigh texting back.

Y/N

can you talk to me about it?

Matt

not yet.

it's too much.

your face turns into confusion before texting back. what does that even mean?

Y/N

can you just tell me?

you text but soon after you were left on read.

meanwhile at the triplets house, Matt was sitting at the kitchen table quietly. "Matt you haven't eaten all day. you need to eat something." Marylou says sliding the plate in front of him. Nick and Chris look at him as Matt just stays still with the same blank face from earlier. "Mom it's not going to work. he's been quiet all day. he didn't even meet with Y/n this morning. he was late to class." Nick says. "what?" Marylou says looking back at Matt. "what is up with you sweetheart?" she says with a worried look. Matt just gets up and walks out the house. "Matt!" Marylou shouts but it was already too late.

Nick

something is wrong with Matt. it's starting to worry us. has he told you anything yet?

you look at the text with a saddened expression before texting back.

Y/N

he texted me earlier apologizing but that was all. I'm currently left on read.

Nick

well he just walked out the house not too long ago.

you and Nick text all night, discussing what could possibly be wrong with Matt before heading to bed.

later that night, Matt arrives home, rushing to his bathroom. he was breathing heavily as he panicked washing his hands. "Matt?" Nick knocks on the door. Matt stopped in his place as he slowly looks up at himself in the mirror with his dark eyes. he had blood smeared across his mouth as he snaps back to reality. "what the fuck." Matt whispers to himself before hurrying to wash his face. "Matt! can we talk!" Nick yells from the other side of the door. "hold on!" Matt responds cleaning off the remaining blood that was smeared on the sink before opening the door. "where were you all night? all of us, including Y/n, are worried." Nick says, trying to read his face. "I was just trying to clear my head." Matt says. "well can you let us know what's wrong? you're acting so strange." Nick says with a somber look. he really wanted to figure out what was eating up his brother. if only he knew the truth. it would freak him out. so Matt stayed quiet, walking past him, straight to his room closing the door and locking it.

Nick just lets out a sigh as he does the same. The next day, Matt didn't show up to school at all. "he's not answering his phone." Chris says putting his phone done on the lunch table.

Matt's POV

it's been a few days since the unthinkable happened to me. it was late one night when I rushed to the bathroom throwing up an unusual amount into the toilet. I felt like I was releasing my whole insides. by the time I was done, I woke up confused on the bathroom floor. I felt something different within me. I couldn't comprehend all of of this. I started to ignore everyone. not because I wanted to, but because I needed to protect them from what i've been doing. who knows what could potentially happen next. I don't need the people I love to be in between, especially Y/n. it's been so hard staying away from her, but I have to.

i let out a breath as I drop the shovel onto the ground. I can't believe this is happening to me. I thought this type of shit only happened in movies or TV shows. i take off my gloves as I throw them into a trash can near by. I throw my hood over my head as I head home skipping school. I have to wash myself up.

End of Matt's POV

Y/N

please Matt. whatever you’re going through, I don't want you to feel like you're alone. I miss you. text me when you have the chance.

you sat anxiously waiting for a response. "he's not going to respond." you say biting your lip softly. "then lets find out what's wrong with him." Nick says looking at both you and Chris. "how?" You respond. "we follow him. he's been heading out with no explanation. let's see what he's been up to." Nick says. you and Chris look at each other and nod. "let's do it." You reply.

You, Chris, and Nick create a group chat where you've been coming up with plans to spy on Matt. you guys wanted to time it perfectly. a plan was made for the next few days. You will sleep over at their house, in Nick's room, without Matt finding out. Chris will slip an air tag into Matt's jacket so you guys can keep track of where he goes.

Nick

alright. we have a plan. come over Friday night.

Y/N

got it. see you guys then.

Chris

see you.

when Friday hits, you pack your clothes into a small backpack as you sigh. "I really hope this works." you whisper to yourself before throwing it on your shoulder. you head down the stairs and slide on your shoes as you head out the door. eventually, you arrive at their house. walking to the back door so Matt doesn't see you.

Y/N

outside.

you text as you wait for someone to let you in. Chris opens the door and greets you. "Matt is in the bathroom so we have to be quiet heading upstairs." he says whispering. you nod and head upstairs quietly. Chris and You both head into Nick's room, shutting the door locking it. "Chris just placed the air tag in Matt's jacket. so all we have to do now is wait till he leaves." Nick says sitting down on his bed. you nod and you three talk, killing time until it hits 10 p.m. "does he usually head out later?" you say with a yawn. "it'll be anytime now." Nick responds looking at the time. he was right. you three hear a door open, indicating Matt getting out of his room. you hear slight foot steps going down the stairs, hearing the front door open and shut.

Chris pulls out his phone as he watches the little dot on his screen move. You get up and throw on a hoodie as you watch the little dot as well. after a bit, the dot stops moving. Nick's eyes widen, "that can't be right..." Chris whispers. "Abandoned house on Imperial Street." you whisper. you three look at each other and don't hesitate getting up before heading out the door.

"why would he be here?" you ask whispering. "I don't know." Nick responds as you three walk up to the worn down house. you look at the two of them and gulp, "what if we see something we shouldn't?" you ask. "we have no choice. we need to know what he's been hiding." Nick adds on. you look at the broken door and let out a breath. "come on." Chris says as you and Nick follow behind quietly. your heart was racing. what could he be possibly doing? as soon as you head inside, you couldn't help but shudder. it was cold and you knew something wasn't right. Chris looks at his phone as he follows where the dot is.

which it lead you three to a horrifying sight in the broke down kitchen. before you let out a sound, Chris covers your mouth and pulls you to the side. Nick follows as he hits his back against the wall with his face in shock. "w-what was that?" Nick whispers. your heart was now pounding out of your chest as you replay what you saw in your head. Matt was leaned over a limp body that was clearly torn open. you could hear the noises come from his mouth around the corner. was he actually indulging someone’s insides right now? you thought to yourself as you felt your stomach twist in a knot. “h-how is that even possible?” you whisper shakily. “what do we do?” Nick says clutching his chest, breathing unsteadily. “what could we even do Nick? this is fucking terrifying.” Chris responds. “no shit! but that’s our brother! what do we do?” Nick responds quietly freaking out.

"we need to get out of here." Chris whispers. Nick agrees as he walks with Chris towards the door. Chris looks at you indicating for you to follow but you just stay frozen. "come on" he mouths. but the two brothers then rush out when a noise from the air tag plays in Matt's jacket.

you peek your head around the corner as you watch Matt stop what he's doing to reach into his pocket, pulling out the small device. he shoots his head up as he looks around. "fuck." he mutters out. he stands up and looks at the body on the ground. you let out a small gasp as you get a clearer view of the person. Matt then locks eyes with you as he speaks, "who's there?" you step out slowly as you gulp, standing there in shock. you see his eyes soften as he stares at you. "Y-Y/n... what are you doing here?" he stutters out. all you do is look down at the body again shaking. "Y/n please listen to me." he says stepping closer to you but he stops when he sees you back away terrified. you clutch onto your stomach as tears roll down your eyes, "w-what is this?" you say as your breath hitches. "It's not what it looks like-" he says but you interrupt him. "t-to me it looks as clear as day. y-you were just fucking eating some innocent person's insides."

all he does is shake his head before responding, "y/n, you know I would never do something like this." "then what is this?!" you shout in fear. "I-i don't know!" Matt shouts back. "I don't know what made me like this. it's scaring me Y/n. I kept myself distant because I know how this looks. it's unbelievable." he continues. "I know your scared. but this isn't me Y/n. you know this." he says but suddenly hold his head in pain. "fuck!" he yells out. "Y/n please..." he weakly mutters. your heart aches at his voice. he was right. you knew he would never do this. you could tell he didn't want any of this to happen.

"I need help y/n." he says with a sadden expression. you look around on the floor, stepping into a puddle of blood. "please help me." he whispers desperately. you look up at him and gulp. "this is bad…" you whisper. “i know! but i can’t function without doing this. i can’t eat real food.” he says wiping his mouth. your eyes are still on the deceased person. still trying to wrap your head around it. “who even is this Matt?” you say before gulping. “i-i don’t know. that’s the thing. i don’t even realize i’m doing all this until last minute. so i don’t know any of the people.” he replies. “please y/n just help me.” he adds on. you look at him as you give him a blank stare. “tell me what to do…” you whisper.

you couldn’t just let him deal with all of this alone. you needed to find out more. he nods and next thing you know, you were helping him drag a big trash bag into the back yard of the abandoned house.

Chris

Y/n?! are you okay?!

"fuck Nick she's not responding!" Chris says freaking out. "Chris calm down! Matt would never hurt her." Nick says reassuring his shaking brother. “that was not Matt!” Chris exclaims. “that was some type of creature. that wasn’t our brother.” Nick shakes his head before responding, “no matter what he turned to, he’s still our brother!” Chris looks at him as he stops pacing around, “if someone catches him, people might mistake us for him.” Chris says. Nick’s face drops as he thinks about it. “you’re right…” he replies.

the bag hits the dirt with a thud. you stand there quietly as you watch Matt handle this situation. you flinch when you hear the shovel hit the ground. "don't tell anyone Y/n." Matt says looking at you with a look you remembered. you just stand there still in shock with a blank expression. "come on lets go home." Matt says taking your hand softly as he walks the both of you out. when you look down at your shoes, you notice how dirty they were from helping and the fresh red stains. you look up straight ahead as you ask a question in your mind, "what did i just get myself into?"

when you arrive at his house, Chris and Nick right away jump at the sight. you and Matt were hand in hand with your clothes dirty and bloodied. you gulp as you let go of Matt’s hand. “i need a shower.” you whisper out, walking past the two boys and straight to the bathroom. Chris and Nick’s eyes stare at Matt nervously. “so you saw?” Matt says not breaking eye contact. all the boys could do was stare at him and nod hesitantly. Matt was about to speak but, he decided to just head straight to his room, leaving the brothers with unanswered questions.

a/n: this is different from my usual stuff. let me know if you guys enjoyed reading!

[cherrysnip]

You were supposed to go to your hometown for the weekends. Unfortunately, there was a storm coming in the area so your mother, being the worrywart that she is, strictly told you to just stay in your apartment because it'll be dangerous if you push through with your travel.

And you did.

However, as early as ten in the morning, you were already bored as hell. You've tried taking a nap since the weather was perfect for it but it wasn't working, so you just stayed up and decided to review for your exams even though they are still a month away.

Moments later, you were already so immersed in reading when your phone suddenly rang. You absentmindedly answered it without even bothering to check who it was.

"Hello?"

"Did you just woke up?" You heard a familiar voice on the other line. It only took you half a second for you to recognize that it was Seokmin.

"Nope. Been awake since four. What's up?"

"Nothing. Just checking up on you. Your mom said you didn't go home?"

"Yes, I didn't. Storm's a bitch," you automatically groaned when you remember how disappointed you were earlier. You leaned back on your chair, "Why would she tell you though?"

"Well, she said her daughter might be crying because she's alone in her apartment right now."

"Stop it, Seok. I know she didn't say that. And besides, I'm already an adult. I can handle myself," you confidently defended yourself which made him chuckle.

"I'm sure you can. Looks like I have nothing to worry about then. I'll hang up now."

"Okay," you waited for him to hang up before you could go back to what you were doing seconds have passed but he still didn't drop the call. "I thought you're hanging up."

"I can't."

"I knew it," It was now your turn to laugh. You know he'd be saying a cheesy line any minute now, like he always does. You already told him that it makes you cringe but he still says them for you anyway. Because he knows that no matter how much you deny it, it still makes your heart flutter like crazy. "I bet you'll say something like you love hearing my voice, won't you?"

"You got me. I can listen to your voice the whole day."

"Well, Mister. You can't just hear it for free, I'm sorry. Your trial period is over. I'll be hanging up right now," you opted to teasing him, because you were too shy to admit you also feel the same way for him.

"Then how does hamburger and pizza sound for a payment?"

Your mouth automatically went agape when you heard his offer. You haven't eaten any breakfast because you were so lazy to get out and buy something. Plus, it's also near lunch time now and your stomach is already growling in hunger. Talk about perfect timing!

"Okay! Deal! I'll wait for it!"

"You're so quick when it comes to food, aren't you?"

"You know I live for it."

"Then is it me or hamburgers?"

"Don't be cruel. I never once made you choose between ramyeon and me."

"Okay," he chuckled. "Fair point."

"Did you already order it?"

"It's already on its way, Madam."

"I'm sorry. You know how impatient am I when I'm starving--" you weren't able to finish what you were saying when you were interrupted by a sudden knocking . "Wait, someone's at my door. I'll just check who it is."

You hurriedly went out of your room and it wasn't long before you arrived at your front door. When you finally opened it, there he was...

A guy wearing a black hoodie, holding two boxes of pizza and hamburgers in his left hand with his phone on his right hand, smiling shyly at you.

"Hi, love."

You let out a chortle and pulled him into a hug. It obviously surprised him but he still hugged you back eventually and then kissed the top of your head.

It was definitely Seokmin, your cheesy sweet boyfriend.

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[broken-glass-puppet]

Ok so Miguel request

Whar about Miguel (or basically just the spider team form atsv) x male reader that acts like a jumping spider and kinda look like it too

So the reader is small and very quick in his feet, he can also jump way farther than any of the rest, but he also has the other spider abilities. And I just imagine the reader being an anomaly and accidentally being teleport to HQ and they try to capture him, but he's all skiddish and nervous and just jumps away from them every time. In the end someone manages to calm the reader down (you can decide how, maybe with food or some shit) and the talk to the reader. And the reader just answers in very short very quick answers, and he's still very nervous

Aahhhhhhh I'm sorry I wrote this, this is so long!!! But I hope you do mangage to write it, but no pressure, I don't want to force anything

Okay, im going to use this for my spider sona

Fast and nervous, not good combo

You runned and jumped for...one, two, three...then multiple for two...damn you weren't good with math, but what can you say?! If someone had a lot, and I mean A LOT of Spidermans running after them, they would run too, I mean, they don't look friendly... specially that one with the red and blue suit...a bit more specific?...the one with the talons...so you runned and jumped and...did what a spider would do! You thinked you managed to get them away when suddenly-

"There you are!" Someone grabbed you and tied you to a chair with spider web, it was that man...hmm...tall, tan skin, hooked nose, deep cheeks...is that a Mexican accent? "Now.talk"...you started hyperventilating and squirming and moving "hmm...if you keep moving it will stick to you more chiquito" you looked at him and started breathing slowly

"yo dude, you shouldn't be like that" another voice said, he was...goth? No...Punk? Yeah that kinda looks punk...oh he has a guitar...

"I'll ignore the fact that you just called me 'dude', now...back to you.Name"

"[redacted]"

"where are you-"

"earth [insert here number]"

"how did you-"

"I was in my dimension, in my room and suddenly I saw this big portal and one thing went to another and here am I..."

Miguel sighed, pitching the bridge of his nose "are you always this nervous...?" He said looking at you up and down..."i have to admit...you jump and move really good...you are slippery and quiet..." He said while walking a bit closer to you "I'll untie you...don't you dare try to scape you hear me cariño?" You nodded, he untied you, you got up immediately, oh...oh he's tall...you are kind of small compared to him hehe...you looked around...you looked back at him...and runned away, in part it was for fun...what would he do...he sighed and chased after you...you giggled...this was REAAAAAAALLY fun...he's almost as fast as you!...you runned for...half an hour? And hour?...you stopped and took a deep breath...you looked around.. oh...oh is that...a burger...a bit wouldn't huuuurt...

"coño, where the fuck is-" Miguel cutted his sentence and looked at you devouring the burger, hmm, okay... nervous? Check, fast? Check, jumps a lot? Check, likes food? Check...he walked behind you quietly "boo" he whispered in your ear

You almost dropped your hamburger, you gulped the rest that was in your mouth and looked at him "hey?" Miguel smiled sarcastically "you know what was the only thing I told you not to do?" "Y-yes?" "What was it?" "To not...run?" You said smiling nervously "yes, and what did you do?" You looked at him nervously "I runned?" He smiled sweetly but it was a sarcastic smile "exactly...now..." He tied both your wrists and putting you over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes...food thing you finished your hamburger...

He went to his...office? Would you even call it that...he sat in a chair near by and sighed, you still in his arms..."look kid-" "don't call me that, it's weird" "why would it-" "I'm sitting in your lap and you call me kid?" He looked at you and sighed "okay, what should I call you" "[nickname]"..."okay okay...now [nickname], will you let me finish a sentence for Once?" "Yes..." "I want you to join me" "after you chased me all over here?! Yeah, no" he chuckled seeing that you were refusing "feisty one...i like that..." You couldn't help but smile at that

Oh boy, you two were going to be REAAAAAAALLY close

Please i loved this type of reader, please z person who requested it, please use this type of reader, i want to see more of him

[ivystoryweaver]

Fairytale of New York

Summary: A tired, pathetic puppy wanders into your diner on Christmas Eve. Things...escalate.

Pairing: Llewyn Davis from Inside Llewyn Davis x f!reader who wants what she wants

Word Count: 2.2k

Content: nsfw, mdni, language, mentions of past mistreatment, talk of contraception, gun but no violence, oral -f and m rec., not beta'd

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Bone-weary.

Your grandmother used to say it.

The man in front of you looked deep-in-his-bones, forlornly, kicked-puppy exhausted.

Which was a feat in and of itself, seeing how you were surrounded this evening by hungry, homeless people, and he was definitely the most handsome one by far.

Chocolate curls tumbled effortlessly across his forehead. His dark beard was kempt - not the fuzzy, matted mess of the men around him.

At first glance, you wondered if he was here to order a regular meal or volunteer. He almost looked put-together enough.

But he sighed - a bone-weary, defeated, groaning sigh.

"Cold night," you commented, noticing how he struggled to create even the tiniest spark of warmth from his corduroy blazer and wool scarf. He seemed to try and make himself smaller, as if willing the too-thin layers of fabric to truly envelop him.

"No shit," he fired back, clenching his fingerless glove around the handle of his guitar case. Noticing your look of slight amusement, he sighed, tiredly. "Sorry. Long night. Wondering if I could get some coffee?"

"Sure thing," you nodded past him to an empty two-top, offering him a warm smile.

Your boss Sal was a hard ass with a heart of gold. On Christmas Eve, anyone could eat free from ten to midnight at this fine dining establishment where you earned your measly paycheck.

You were living the dream - serving diner tables. But Sal was good to you and the other guys and gals you called coworkers - granting holiday bonuses and sometimes, you could swear he beefed up your tips at the end of the night. Just a couple dollars here or there, but it helped.

You returned to the pathetic puppy of a man with a fresh, hot cup of coffee. "Want something to eat? Everything's on the house tonight."

One eyebrow shot up curiously. "Free? You're serious."

"It's Christmas Eve," you said mysteriously, wiggling your fingers as if casting a spell. "Sal's got a soft spot for people who need a hot meal and got nowhere to go."

Kicked Puppy nodded, his eyes momentarily flickering up and down your body.

"So, what'll it be, handsome? You want something to warm you up besides that coffee? Or do you have a pressing holiday engagement?"

Narrowing his tired, dark eyes, he looked like he was trying to come up with a clever reply, but ultimately let out a defeated, bitter-ish chuckle. "Got friends, but...every one of them's pissed at me. On my own tonight."

He shrugged helplessly. "I guess I'm kind of an asshole sometimes."

Wagging your finger, you went along with him, playfully. "I could tell that about you, right when you walked in. I took one look and thought, 'that guy is definitely an asshole. Probably shouldn't serve him.'"

He almost chuckled, but it was a weak laugh at best.

"Bowl of chili sound good? Or...I have chicken noodle, or a hamburger. Not much left in the kitchen," you offered.

A few minutes later, Mr. Handsome Kicked Puppy sipped his bowl of chili while you finished up with your other customers. A few of the homeless guys liked to flirt with you, but they were pretty harmless.

Everyone knew not to cross Sal and his employees anyway.

You noticed Kicked Puppy's gaze fixed on you, so you made your way back over and checked to see if he needed a refill.

"I'm good," he waved you off, but something made you linger. Probably the fact that he was kind of beautiful.

"You a singer?" You prodded, nodding to his guitar case.

He made a face - seemed to be a sore spot for him, but concurred. "Sang across the street tonight. You ever been?"

Peering out the window, you read the club's neon sign. "No, but I always wanted to. What kind of music?"

"The only kind," he shrugged.

You motioned to the spot across from him. "Mind if I sit a minute? Feet are killing me. Promise I won't ask you to sing."

He leaned back, folding his arms over his chest, eyeing you curiously. "Oh, you won't?"

"'Course not," you smiled, waving your hand dismissively. "Everyone knows musicians hate that. It's like...your living. You can't just sing for free."

His eyebrows shot up as he leaned in. "You're mocking me..."

"No," you laughed. "I'm serious. It would be like someone asking me to serve drinks at a party without paying me." You motioned around you. "Not much of a career but I should still get paid for it."

"Thank you." He gestured animatedly. "My...friends - some of the people who usually let me crash - always try to parade me out at dinner parties, like an attraction. Fucking annoying."

He paused for a moment. "Almost feel like I owe them sometimes, you know... Can't do it, though."

"You have your pride," you sympathetically reasoned. "That's fair enough."

You stood, reaching to collect his dirty dishes. "So, who's couch is it tonight if everyone's pissed at you?"

Running a gloved hand over his beard, he shook his head and shrugged. "What time do you close?"

"Midnight."

He slowly nodded.

"What's your name, singer?"

"Llewyn."

You smiled softly and introduced yourself. "You don't have anywhere to go after midnight, do you?"

He shook his head as his gaze dropped.

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12:24 A.M. - Christmas

"Can't believe you're letting a strange man sleep in your apartment," the handsome bone-weary puppy voiced as you turned the key in your deadbolt.

"You're not a stranger anymore, Llewyn," you replied, trying to find just the right way to wiggle your key... "Got it! Damn thing sticks all the time."

Shouldering your way inside, you tossed your bag on the tiniest kitchen bar in existence, motioning for him to come on in.

"Like I told you - it's not much. You might be warmer sleeping in a car, but the love seat will keep you off this frigid, hard floor. And the water's warm, since we're over the diner. Sal's my landlord too. He keeps everything running nice enough. Cheap ass on heat though."

"No, I really appreciate it," he gratefully returned, “especially on Christmas. You sure I'm not interrupting anything?"

"No..." You let out a wistful sigh. "No, I don't have anyone." You smirked at him playfully. "But I do own a revolver if you're having any weird ideas."

"Holy shit," he whistled. "Glad you take care of yourself, I guess."

Llewyn reveled in your attention and care over the next half hour. You made a batch of hot cocoa while he took the warmest shower he'd had in weeks. You turned on a Christmas record and found a couple of thick blankets for him to sleep (or attempt to sleep) cramped up on the love seat.

"Thank you for this," he quietly voiced, sipping his cocoa, his eyes drooping with exhaustion. "Don't deserve it. If you knew me, you'd push me right back out that door."

"Maybe," you shrugged, sipping your own warm beverage as you curled up in the only chair in the place. "But it's Christmas. Even assholes and loners need a break sometimes."

He regarded you with interest, his eyes raking over your form for the millionth time. "That what you are? A loner?"

You hid behind the ceramic of your mug for a moment of reprieve. "Have to be. What else is there for a woman who doesn't want a marriage and kids?"

You shuddered, remembering how many times your ex had sabotaged your efforts at contraception...and how violent he'd become when he found out you were actively trying to not get pregnant.

Hence the waitress job, freezing apartment...and the revolver.

"You don't want kids?" He asked, clearing his throat. Maybe you were somehow...perfect.

"I really don't. You’d think women would have a few more options now that it’s the ‘60s. So I got my revolver to make sure my ex stays away. He’s a bigger asshole than the two of us," you answered, transparently. Noticing how his dark eyes widened at your candor, you laughed.

"Scared yet?"

"No," he chuckled. "But I guess that answers the question of whether or not we're gonna fuck."

Smirking, you took one more sip of cocoa before pushing off your chair to kneel down in front of him. Your eyes met his challengingly as you spread your palms over his thighs, pushing them up to his hips.

"That why you're an asshole?" You challenged, reaching for the zipper of his trousers. "Can't be bothered to wear a condom?"

"Can't afford that shit," he fired back, enjoying the view down your t-shirt.

"Definitely an asshole," you shake your head, dragging his zipper down and tracing your fingertips over the outline of his hardening length.

"My pussy's off limits unless you want my revolver shoved up your ass," you inform, leaning over to suck on his leaking tip through the fabric of his underwear. "But fuck it. It's Christmas. You can come in my mouth."

"Fucking hell," he groaned at your forwardness, shifting his hips to give you easier access to pull his cock free.

"Oh shit, you're big," you marveled, running the tip of your tongue over your lips in anticipation. Wrapping your hands around him, you turned your eyes up to his. "Merry Christmas. Don't say I never gave you anything."

You licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft before placing him on your flat tongue. Your eyes flickered back up to his tauntingly as you slowly wrapped your lips around him and swirled your tongue.

"Jes....oh fuck," he moaned, gripping the arm of the tiny couch.

Bobbing your head up and down a few times, you pushed yourself past the point of comfort and swallowed his tip. Your mouth stretched to take him, and the challenge of it made you instantly wet.

“Holy f-fuck,” he responded eagerly, “just like that.” You let him fuck your mouth, free hand gripping your jaw as his hips found a rhythm thrusting and gagging you.

Something about how pathetic this man was - how eager and responsive to your touch - it was doing it for you. You hadn’t done anything this spontaneous in a long time, but it felt good. And you certainly didn’t mind a heavy, hot cock in your mouth.

A few heavy thrusts and gags later and he coated your throat with his spend, letting out a near embarrassing whine as he came.

You let him soften before pulling off him and licking your lips clean. “Bet you’ll sleep well now.” You winked.

“Holy shit,” he gasped, shaking his head as you stood and started to shed your clothes. Remembering you were pretty clear about not fucking without a condom, he slowly stood, stuffing his soft cock back into his pants. “What are you…”

“I have a twin bed, but you’ll fit better than on that thing.” You nodded to the love seat, now standing in front of him completely nude. “But to sleep with me, you’re gonna need to return the favor. I’m fucking soaked.”

Minutes later, this rather beautiful, bearded man knelt between your legs in bed, his prominent nose nudging tauntingly at your puffy clit. His plush mouth sampled your pussy lips, as if he was making out with your cunt.

“F-fuck yes,” you groaned as he fucked his tongue into your hole, sucking and slurping at your juices.

Your hands slid into the softest curls, twisting them around your fingers as you rocked your pelvis up to meet his soft beard.

The he started humming. And not just a humming sound but a fucking tune. After several delicious, deep thrusts of his tongue, he pulled out, making you whine at the loss of stimulation.

His hum gently morphed into a few lyrics as his eyes gazed up at you, equal parts cocky and pussy drunk - your slick coating his beard and lips.

‘Hang me, oh hang me…I’ll be dead and gone…’

He slid two fingers into your slick, warm hole, curling them with the dexterity of an instrumentalist. Then lowered his smirking mouth back down to trace circles around your clit with his tongue. Kept right on humming.

Laying his tongue flat, he laved your sensitive bundle of nerves with a few rough licks before wrapping those sexy lips around it and sucking.

He added a third finger - you were plenty wet enough for it and the slight stretch made your back arch off your twin bed. Fingers curling, lips sucking, and that insistent hum sent you right over the edge into earth-shattering bliss. Your body seized in mind-altering pleasure and then went completely white as you rode out the best orgasm you’d had in years.

He worked you through it before blatantly licking you clean and climbing his way up your body to cage you in. The look on his face told you he was definitely satisfied with himself, but the hot flesh of his cock prodding at your thigh meant he didn’t want this to be over.

"Is that my revolver or are you ready for more?" You teased, reaching to wrap you fingers around his cock. "Don't think I have any condoms big enough for all this."

He groaned, hips shifting into your grip. "Maybe we could just - "

"I'll will shoot you. Go the fuck to sleep, Llewyn."

And that's how an exhausted, pathetic puppy of a man, with soulful brown eyes, and the voice of an angel, ended up in your twin bed on Christmas Eve.

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[honey-riley]

Love You To Death || S.R. || 6 || Sparks

WARNINGS: drunk smut

wc: 2.0k

A/N: Hi guys :)) sorry for the late update as always. Life has just been rough recently, and I moved, and I've been all over the place. Thank you for your patience! I was stoned when I wrote this, so if there are any mistakes, let me know lmao.

5 || 6 || 7

Distancing himself was a little rough, but he eventually settled. Christmas was coming up within the next two weeks, so that meant that the Hamburg Christmas Markets were opened up around the city, so Simon took Honey out to go walk around. She needed to get out of the house, and he wanted to take care of her. Make sure that she was okay. He stood next to her with his black surgical mask on, a black Carhartt jacket, and a simple pair of blue jeans. Honey looked so tiny compared to him, only coming up to about his pecs. She was wearing a pair of black leggings, a white turtleneck, a green corduroy jacket that matched her emerald eyes, as well as a pair of Doc Martins. Honey’s hair was thrown into a messy bun on the back of her head, with a few face-framing pieces out.

His hands itched with the need to wrap his arm around her shoulder or hold her hand, but he held himself back. She had boundaries; he would respect them. They walked in silence, taking in the sights, sounds, and scents of Hamburg. He glanced down at her, making sure that she was okay before scanning the area. When he looked back down at her, she was gone. He immediately stopped in his tracks. “Honey?” He said, glancing around, looking for her, but she was nowhere to be seen. “Honey?” He repeated a little louder, his breath catching in his throat as he looked around for her. His palms started to itch and sweat, his eyes racing as he searched the crowd for her. She shouldn’t be so hard to find, but she was so damn short that she was impossible to see over everyone else.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He murmured as he finally spotted her. She was talking with a few other people, so he came up behind her. “Honey.” He said softly, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Wer ist das? (Who is that?)" One of the women she was talking to asked. "Das ist Simon. Er ist mein Leutnant. (That’s Simon. He’s my Lieutenant)" Honey said softly, looking back at him. “Scared me to death, Hon. Need to tell me next time, preferably before you leave.” Simon grumbled, squeezing her shoulder before letting his hand drop to his side. “Hello.” One of the younger girls said softly, she was around 9 years old. Simon gave her a small smile and a nod, his eyes crinkling in the corners. 

“You speak English?” Simon said softly. “A lot of younger kids do. They teach it here.” Honey smiled, looking up at him. 

“Learn somethin’ new every day, eh?” Simon said under his breath. "Na gut, wir gehen jetzt besser. Es war schön, euch drei zu sehen. (Alright, we better get going. It was nice seeing you three.)" Honey smiled, giving them a wave before leaving with Simon. They finished up their Christmas shopping, and by the end of the night, they were both hammered. They were in the back of a taxi. Simon was starting to get touchy, and Honey wasn’t fighting it. She glanced down at the hand that rested on her thigh, a lopsided smile finding her face. Once they got back to Honey’s home, Simon picked her up from under her armpits, pinning her to the wall. Their lips smashed together, her hands threaded into his hair. He had dropped his mask somewhere on the porch or in the hallway—either way, he didn’t care. His hands moved from her armpits to her ass, cupping it as their tongues danced. “Mmm.” She hummed against his lips, making him let out a deep growl in response. Taking her off of the wall, he brought her into her bedroom, laying her on her bed. Her legs wrapped around his waist, making him chuckle against her lips. “Needy little bunny, hm?” He murmured, stepping back to take his jacket off. He gently took Honey’s Doc Martins off, kneeling down to take her socks off as well. He pressed a soft kiss to the arch of her foot, making her squirm. “Tickles.” She giggled, making him gain a lopsided grin. She looked down at him, admiring his face. This was really only one of the few times that she had seen his full face. But right now, he was more handsome than ever. She didn’t know if it was the alcohol, or the fact that he was worshiping her, but it was something. His hands slowly slid up her body, till they reached the waistband of her leggings. He slowly slid them down, taking her thong with him. 

“Such a pretty bunny.” He mumbled against her ankle as he began kissing his way up. Honey’s back arched in anticipation, her thighs quivering as he got closer to her sweet cunt. But, just before he got there, he skipped over it, making her let out a disappointed groan. He kissed her hips, his hand moving to take her jacket off. She let it slip from under her, and his hands went under her turtleneck to unclasp her bra. 

"Fick mich doch. (Fuck me already.)" She whined, making him chuckle. He shook his head, taking her turtleneck and her bra off. “Patience.” He murmured, licking a stripe from her navel up to between her breasts. He blew cold air on the line, making her shiver. He grabbed a handful of one of her tits, looking up at her. “Evil.” She murmured, her eyes closing.

He smiled, his tongue flicking against her nipple. Goosebumps raised on her skin, her hands finding his hair. His mouth locked around her nipple, sucking and nipping at it. “Simon.” She moaned softly, making him grin. His cock ached at the sound of her moaning his name. This was the moment he had been dreaming about. 

“Yes, sweet girl?” 

“Fuck me, please. I can’t take it. Do something.” She begged, her body writhing as she ached with need. He decided that since they were drunk and twice as sensitive, she couldn’t handle being teased. So, he finally gave in, dipping his head between her legs. 

He licked a stripe up her slit, letting out a groan at her taste. 

“Fuckin’ hell, bunny. Taste so good.” He murmured, going in for more. Honey moaned, her brow furrowing as her hips rolled against his tongue. He sucked her clit into his mouth, closing his eyes as he savored her taste. 

“Can’t wait to have this pretty pussy wrapped around me.” He murmured to himself, a shiver of pleasure running down his spine as he thought about it. 

“Please, Simon.” She begged. 

“Nuh-uh. I’d be a bloody fool to not make you cum on my tongue first.” He growled, gripping her thighs. He pulled her closer, pressing her knees to her chest. "Ja! Oh mein Gott. (Yes! Oh my god.)" Honey whimpered, her back arching. His sharp, brown eyes looked up at her, his pupils blown wide. His hands gripped at her thighs, just behind her knees. His tongue swirled around her clit, and he shook his head a few times, making her gasp. “Yeah? You like that, huh, bunny?” He grinned, doing it again. She let out a sob, her eyes rolling back for a moment. “Simon. Oh god. Going to make me cum.” She gasped, her German accent growing thicker. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her thigh. 

“Oh yeah? Gonna cum for me, huh?” He smiled, licking a long stripe from her entrance to her clit before shaking his head again. 

Honey’s toes curled, her eyes rolled back, and she let out the cutest little whimper in the world. He continued shaking his head, his hands gripping her thighs tightly. Once her body relaxed, he slowly pulled away, moving up her body with a big grin. They were both still so incredibly drunk. 

Honey panted hard, her arms wrapping around his neck, trying to catch her breath. “Deep breath, Hon.” He whispered, gently rubbing her shoulders. She took a few deep breaths, and they eventually steadied. “Are you ready?” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. She nodded, looking up at him. “Words, bunny.” He added, running a hand through her hair. “Ready.” She said softly. He kissed her on the cheek one more time, before putting a little bit of lube on the tip of his cock. He spread it out evenly before slowly sliding in. Honey’s eyes went wide, her jaw dropping, and he stopped. 

“Are you okay?” He whispered. 

“F-Fuck.” She whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders. He stayed there, not moving, letting her adjust. It was uncomfortable; he was pretty big and girthy as well. She wasn’t expecting him to be that thick. He pressed gentle kisses to her collarbone while he waited, trying to get her to relax. “Good girl, Honey.” He mumbled against her skin, moving to press his forehead against his. He watched her eyes as he slowly pressed in more, his hands resting under her shoulders, holding onto her. "Dein Schwanz ist so groß. Oh mein Gott. ("Your cock is so big. Oh my God.)" Honey whined, looking up at him. “I know, baby. I’ll be gentle.” He whispered, gently rubbing her shoulders. One of his hands moved down to sit behind her knee, on her thigh, pressing it up to her chest again. He started moving slowly, making her soft moans fill the otherwise silent air. “Take it, bunny. Let me in.” He muttered, starting to gain speed. Honey’s eyes were wide as she held onto him, letting out desperate whimpers and moans. He sat back on his knees, moving her other leg to the same position, allowing him deeper. “O-Oh fuck.” She gasped, looking up at him. He let out a soft moan, his jaw falling slack. “Such a good bunny. Holy fuck.” He groaned, letting his head fall back. “So tight f’me, so wet. Oh god.” He growled, closing his eyes for a moment. He couldn’t help but speed up, making Honey’s moans tumble out of her mouth. “Ah, Simon!” She moaned, her eyes heavy with pleasure. Every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire, but in the best way possible. Her eyes rolled back slightly, her mouth hanging wide open. “Fuuuuuck.” She whined, her toes curling as her body started to get worked up. “C’mon, bunny. Keep goin’, you can take it.” Simon mumbled, fucking her harder. Honey’s head fell back, her back arching slightly. “God, fuck- Oh shit.” Simon gasped at the change of angle. His grip on her thighs tightened, sure to leave bruises of his fingertips. He moved her ankles so that they were resting on his shoulders, his arms wrapped around her legs.

She was so tiny that her ankles barely reached his shoulders, but at this point, he didn’t care. All he could think about was this tight, wet cunt that he had the pleasure of fucking. And though he was drunk, he was going to do it right.  One of his hands moved down to her belly, pressing just below her belly button. Her body immediately curled in on itself, her eyes shooting wide open.

“FUCK!” She sobbed loudly, her thighs clenching.

“C’mon, bunny. Cum f’me. Cum all over this cock.” Simon growled, making sure not to change a single thing for her. He felt her walls tightly squeeze his cock and watched as her eyes rolled back, watching as her hands gripped the sheets. Simon let out a groan, his own eyes rolling back as he gave her one more incredibly deep thrust, filling her full of his sticky cum.

He stayed in her for a few seconds, trying to catch his breath before pulling out. Once he was done, he laid on his back, pulling Honey onto his chest. His hand gently rubbed her back, and he pressed a gentle kiss against the top of her head.

“Did such a good job, luv. You’re so gorgeous.” He murmured softly, gently rubbing her shoulders. Her eyes were heavy, and her breathing was falling into a steady rhythm. Soon enough, her eyes gently shut, unable to bear the weight of exhaustion anymore. And he followed soon after.

[mushroommanstan]

Creepy Tenko part 5

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Part 1

Part 4

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A warm breeze hit you as the door to the Mexican-style café swung open, bringing with it an aroma of steaming plates and exotic spices. You smiled. You’ve always liked this place, so it’s all luck that your new friend would meet you here. Maybe Tenko will like it too! …When he decides to join you of course.

You didn’t mind leaving him in the car as he recuperated, him saying he’ll join you in just a sec, but you couldn’t help the doubt clouding your mind based on his tired appearance. You swear to god if he falls asleep in your car you’re actually gonna kill him.

“Hey! Over here!” A girl called, her wavy (obviously fake) blond hair bouncing with her enthusiastic motions. She was waving her arms around above her head like she was trying to get the attention of someone from space.

You walked over there, a few of her friends loudly guffawing at stupid internet memes. You swear to god even from that distance you could tell they were resembling a middle school cafeteria table.

None the less, you sat down, your comfy seat squishing under you as you lost yourself in the cafes natural atmosphere for just a moment. A moment that was interrupted by said girl tapping her nails on the counter obnoxiously, lips puckered as she pouted at you.

“Oh my gooood! What took you so long? We were like waiting for you for like forever!”

You chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah sorry, heh, I uh… got caught up. I actually-I hope you don’t mind brut I met this really cute guy and I invited him.”

Her expression dropped immediately. “Oh my god! Who is it? Is he hot?”

“He’s way hot. You actually might know him, he’s really cute but really shy and he loves Super Hero Advent-“

“Yeah yeah yeah” she interrupted, “but when do we get to meet him? I want him to be here when we talk about how you stood up t-“

“Oh there he is! Hey! We’re over here!” You called to your seemingly clueless new friend, his hood pulled over his head making him difficult to identify at first. But you’d recognize those ruby red eyes anywhere.

The moment everyone saw him, the men’s balls simultaneously disappeared and the woman’s smile dropped immediately. Dear god pleas me don’t let him be the guy you were talking about. There’s no way, right?

He formed a small smile when he saw you, making his way over to the table without taking his eyes off yours, and consequentially bumping into a few chairs and tables. He arrived, standing in front of you with his face still flushed from… actually you don’t think you’ve ever seen his face not flushed. Or, at least, not when he wasn’t looking at you. Cutie.

You got up, allowing him entrance to the booth and he sat down immediately, again not looking at where he was aiming and accidentally squishing his leg against the blonde next to him.

He mumbled a quick apology, again still looking at you, while you sat back down.

“Have you guys met Tenko before?”

All their faces were ghost pale. Any and all chatter between them stopped, replaced by rushed whispers and fleeting glances.

You looked behind yourself, then behind Tenko. “What?”

“N-nothing…” she gasped out, stuttering while looking at Tenko like he was holding her at gun point.

He scoffed, his face losing a little bit of its color as he was reminded of the situation he was in. He scoffed, pulling the hood further over his face, scratching his neck and picking up a menu.

The table was dead quiet apart from his scratching, the air so tense you could cut it with a knife. You sighed, looks like you’ll have to get the conversation going.

“So… what’re your guys thinking of getting?”

“A restraining order” one of them whispered.

“What?”

“Oh, uh… a hamburger…”

You snarked. “Uh, you do realize this is a Mexican place?”

The guy blinked in shock. “Oh, yeah, right.”

You rolled your eyes, smirking, returning to the menu in contemplation. “Hmm, yeah, I think I’ll have the chicken quesadilla. What’re you getting Ten?”

Ten? Did this girl seriously just call Shimura ‘Ten’? Did she have a death wish? What was happening?! God what the hells wrong with her?

Tenkos attention was brought back to you, the small smile returning to his face as he rested his chin on his hand. God you were beautiful. He can’t believe he just wasted precious viewing time over some stupid social anxiety. Those npcs can go fuck themselves, all eyes are on you.

He hummed, mimicking yours and stopped his scratching. His posture relaxed, a sight that made you feel more at ease as some of the crushing pressure was lifted.

“Yeah I don’t know. I’ve heard their shrimp enchiladas pretty good. Maybe we could share it? Something tells me you’ll be, uh, eating light.”

He gave you a knowing look, prompting you to smirk and jokingly slap his shoulder. The blonde girl flinched when you told him to shut up, backing away even more so from Tenko as if he was about to explode.

But instead he just laughed, a big, hearty laugh that broadened his horrific smile and made everyone at the table shiver. They’ve never seen him smile like that. What in the ever loving fuck was going on.

One of the guys cleared his throat, the shock fading and letting him remember himself. Whatever, he’s not s-scared of this weird assh-hole. If he thinks he can ruin everyone’s good time he’s got another thing coming.

He broadened his shoulders, straightening his back and puffing out his chest, composing himself. Seeing this the rest follow, their fear turning into annoyance and spite.

It’s obvious you don’t know who this guy really is. I mean, why else would you hang out with him?! They just need to get him to leave, you’ll thank them later.

“So… y/n, how long have you two… uh… known each other?” The blonde asked cautiously, eyes trained on Tenko, watching for any subtle movements.

“We’ve just met actually, we’ve maybe known each other for, what, a few days? But I’d say we’re still pretty good friends!”

Tenko turned to them, beaming. “Yeah! We’re friends!”

He stopped, face falling slightly in contemplation, a small moment that made everyone tense.

“I guess that makes you guys my friends to-“

“NO!” One of them blurted, almost as surprised as you were at what came out of their mouths. “N-no, no I d-dont think we’re friends.” The shrunk back further into their chair, trying to escape his shocked expression.

You glared at them like they’d just kicked a puppy.

“O-oh, yeah… right, yeah sorry, I uh… I got carried away.” Tenko laughed, hardly genuine. Both hands raised to his neck, scraping the skin harshly while the corners of his mouth twitched.

The sight pained you, and you felt the urge to embrace him in a big hug until he felt better. Instead, you rested your hand on his leg, causing his scratching to slow down as he was reminded of your presence. You smiled, helping him calm down as said hand raised to take his away from his neck.

But before you could the blonde took her drink and splashed it on him. He flinched, the ice falling down into his pants and causing him to yelp and scramble out of the booth.

“Whoops! Sorry, uh, there’s a bathroom over there. Better dry that off before it stains.”

Now, normally, Tenko wouldn’t give any shits about stains. But… this was his favorite hoodie. So he nodded, briskly walking to the bathroom as you stared in shock.

All of you waited until the door slammed shut and the lock clicked.

“What the hells the matter with you?!” You whisper yelled, fired up and ready to throw some hands if they don’t apologize.

“What’s the matter with me? What’s the matter with you? What the hell are you doing with fucking Shimura?”

You scoffed. “Relax, we’re just friends! God! What is he your ex or something?!”

She laughed mockingly, as if the very question was an insult.

“No he’s not my ex thank god! Do I look dead to you?”

“What?” The fuck did she mean by that?

“Listen. You have to get out of here. He’s dangerous. Cut off all contact with him and I’ll consider forgiving you for bringing that ‘thing’ to lunch. What, do you have a death wish? I-“

You interrupted her with your own mocking laugh. Tenko? Dangerous? Is she joking?

“Yeah, ok, he’s soooo dangerous. Seriously have you even met the guy?”

“HAVE YOU?! DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT HE-“

The door swung open and both of your mouths slammed shut. He sulked back to the table, his hoodie dry but not fully repaired. God, you hated how uncomfortable he looked.

Despite his previous seat, you instead offered yours, elbowing the blonde discreetly as you scooted down the booth. He took his seat silently, eyes facing the floor sadly.

You’d almost forgotten how uncomfortable they’d made him. It pissed you off, and you glared at them again. The blonde glared back, though you could see the way her eyes switched from you to Tenko nervously. You smirked.

“Hey Ten, earlier you were saying something about your new high score? How’d that happen?” You asked, his eyes lifting from his shoes to yours as he recalled the momentous occasion.

“O-oh, that, well… it’s not that big ‘a deal, you guys probably don’t wanna hear about it…” he mumbled, absentmindedly pushing around a dollop of salsa on his plate with a tortilla chip.

“Oh cmon, it’s a great story! I’d love to hear it again! I’m sure they’d love to hear it too! Wouldn’t you love to hear it?”

They said nothing.

“They’d love to hear it!”

Tenko took a sip of water, steeling his nerves, before he started mumbling the beginning of his tale. It took a bit, but with some encouraging nods and questions you were able to get him back to the way he was when you two were alone. Charming and enthusiastic, making sound effects and doing wild hand gestures as he lost himself in his own story.

You looked at him, hair bouncing, eyes bright without a care, a faint blush from excitement as he completely nerded out in-front of the bullies sitting with you, and you looked back at the girl in disbelief.

“Dangerous?” You mouthed sarcastically, looking at her like she said the dumbest thing ever. And she did, didn’t she? How could this little cinnamon roll hurt even a fly?

You could see she was starting to understand, they all were, that he wasn’t some serial killer and instead just a nerdy, special little guy. Finally, finally they relaxed, even going as far as to meekly ask small questions to which he happily answered.

By some miracle, the atmosphere changed, and soon everyone was engaging with him in his rants, laughing and smiling like they had forgotten all previous fears. Now you would never be able to tell that only just minutes ago were they cowering in fear over this goofball, finally letting go and seeing him for what he is, just a funny lil guy.

Tenko held back tears of happiness, so much positive attention overstimulating him in the best ways possible. He looked into their eyes and they looked back, this time without fear, and he had never thought of such a good feeling.

For once in his life, he felt accepted, and he never realized until then how much he yearned for this.

So of course something has to come along and ruin this happy moment. That something being, three masked men with guns rushing into the cafe.

“NOBODY MOVE! THIS IS A ROBBERY!!!”

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Bum bum bum, suspenseful music cue. You’ll have to wait a while till the next one probably.

Alright so I’m gonna level with y’all, this is not proof-read (like usual) because it has been sitting in my drafts for so long and I just wanna get it done… hope you guys like it, really sorry for the long wait

[joongwooclub]

in our world || j.wy

synopsis: yn is tired of everything, and one person can make her feel okay. 

nextdoorneighbor!wooyoung x student fem reader [third pov]

contains: childhood friends to strangers to friends to lover, mention of ed, depression, health issues, broken home, unrealistic expectations, just really sad, fluff, comfort for reader. 

[See authors note at the end for notice]

The semester was exhausting; exams after exams, labs after labs. Not to mention the stress for academic success for y/n’s parents. “College will be easier” “you’ll have more freedom!” “You won’t have to stress about classes, you choose them.” all the things people say about college, yet never warn what comes with it. Never choose a 9 am class unless you don’t want to sleep, stress will always be there, you have to have a certain gpa to get into certain majors. Not to mention that if your scholarship doesn’t cover everything, book prices will be the death of you, and student debt..don’t get started on those. Those will follow you until you finish whatever you’re majoring in or if you drop out. 

Y/n was part of the medical field major, choosing it as a way to be helpful around the world and be able to take care of her parents, but here she is, in her dorm room, crying over grades and how life is turning out. “Can’t you take a break?” y/n’s best friend friend, Ningning, asked, a pout on her lips. Y/n shook her head and lift up her head from her desk, “Sorry Ning…I have to finish this essay. It’s the final project for Dr. Han’s class.” “You’re always working!” Ningning cried out, but understood what y/n was going through, “just make sure to eat and drink water. Please?” she practically begged her best friend. Y/n nodded, not wanting to promise something she knew she won’t be able to keep. Ningning sighed and left the dormitory with her other friends. Y/n was determined to finish the essay, and since this was her last assignment of the semester, she sat up and cracked her aching back, starting on the eight page essay that was assigned.

Several hours later

Y/n finally finished her essay, although it wasn’t the best she could have done, but she was tired. Tired wasn’t the right word, it was more burn out, she didn’t have any more motivations to try harder in her classes. But now that she was finished, she could finally eat and pack. Students had three days to pack before the campus shuts down for the summer, so there was much to do. Pushing her chair out of the desk, feeling light headed and semi dizzy, she headed towards her shared kitchen with her roomates. The fridge didn’t have much, some apple juice and slices of cheese, leftover salads and some of Ningning’s leftover burgers from her party. Y/n sighed and took one of the leftover burgers and went to heat it up in the microwave, grabbing a glass to drink some water. The day flew by fast as she was busy writing, and by the time she sat down, Ningning walked through the door with a small smile. “Hey Y’n! Glad to see you out of the room, do you want some?” Ningning asked, bringing a bag of store bought snacks. Y/n stomach growled with hunger seeing it, but she refused. “No thanks Ning. I’m eating one of the leftover hamburgers from your party. I’m on that diet before seeing my family remember?” “Ah..right..sorry.” Ning whispered, sitting down next to her best friend. “Would you be alright by yourself?” Ning asked. “I’ll work through it, don’t worry.” Y/n smiled sadly, Ningning has been her best friend for years, so she knew how Y/n’s family was. The expectations they pushed their daughter on was unhealthy, but what can Ningning do when y/n was raised to be a certain way and not be able to speak her own mind? “Well..you know you can always call me and I’ll drive those god forsaken 5 hours back and forth for you.” She smiled at her best friend. Y/n chuckled at her best friend and hugged her, “thank you.” she simple whispered. Ning just hugged her back and gave her a squeeze. “Let’s get packed then.” 

Ningning helped Y/n pack her things and suddenly it was the morning of the next day to where they needed to separate ways to go back to their families or whatever vacation they had planned for summer. “Thanks for the help Ning~ get back home safe, and enjoy your trip to Thailand!” Y/n cheered happily, Ning gave her a smile and hugged y/n again, “thanks y/n! I’ll send you pictures, text me when you get home ok? And don’t forget to drink water and eat on the drive home!”Y/n nodded her head and giggled. Watching Ningning get into her car and drive off, Y/n did the same. The anxiety once again rising inside her as she was by herself again. 

The drive back home wasn’t horrible. It was more of the fact she had to face her family again and stay with them for the couple months that her parents forced her to stay due to activities they “needed” to do together. An hour (more or less)  was left until she reached her destination, her anxiety rising again, feeling the sweat form on her hands gripping the wheels. “Do I look okay?” “Will they talk about my weight again?” “Are they going to ask for my grades?” “Do I have to do things around the house again?” many thoughts and insecurities coming back, it made her afraid, she never really did like going back home, and yet she went back every year. Something was wrong with her. 

Looking away from the road as it was a long stretch of just highways, she looked at her gas meter. It was halfway, but better safe than sorry, she decided to go towards an exit for gas. Luckily where she use to live was a market that had gat on its property, kinda like a costco in some ways. Pulling into a free space, she turned off her car and got out, locking her doors and walking into the market. Browsing for small snacks that won’t make her feel bloat, she ran into a much rather taller build. “Oh I’m so sorry.” she replied, looking up at who she bumped into. “Y/n?” the stranger asked, y/n tilted her head, “yes? Who are you?” she questioned. “Oh my god! I haven’t seen you since I moved, it’s me Wooyoung!” He cheered, happily hugging Y/n. It took her a few seconds to realize why the name sounded so familiar, “Oh my god, Woo..” she said, shocked, but happy. “Are you visiting home?” he questioned, Y/n nodded, not wanting to say much, after all she finally saw one of her childhood friends again after a while. “Same here, just finished my semester at University. What are you majoring?” “Ah..I’m doing medical.” “Smart girl” Wooyoung giggled, making Y/n’s heart skip a beat, “I’m majoring in music, dancing to be specific, but you know my vocals are top notch as well.” This caused y/n to laugh quietly, she forgot how cheery Wooyoung was, it made her feel like a kid again. Oh how she wish she can go back to being a kid, with no worries, a better life.. “Y/n?” Wooyoung asked, waving his hand front of her face, “sorry?” she mumbled. “I was asking if I can visit you later, can I have your number again?” Wooyoung asked, his face turning into a worried look as he never seen his childhood friend space out so much. “Oh..oh yeah of course! Sorry.” Y/n said scrambling to give her number to Wooyoung. Y/n looked at the time and slightly gasped at how late it was getting, her parents were going to kill her. “Sorry Wooyoung, I gotta go. Text me later ok?” She said dropping the snacks she picked up and running to the cashier to ask for gas. Wooyoung didn’t get to say goodbye as she was already out of the store and pulling out of the market parking lot. He looked down at the snacks she had in her basket and frowned. He picked up the basket and took it to the cashier, buying the snacks she didn’t get. 

Y/n was scared, She was late. Her parents always yelled at her when she didn’t do anything correctly. She felt like she was 12 years old again, getting scolded for hurting herself on the pavement instead of being reassured. Y/n eyes getting hazy by the second, tears threatening to come out. When her GPS announced she reached the destination, she wanted to turn around and leave, but she knew she couldn’t. She parked her car and prepared herself for whatever her parents had to say, so as she walked up and shakily knocked on the door, it was quickly opened by her mother. “You’re late.” she simple said, deadpan eyes. “Y-Yes I know, I’m sorry. I was getting gas-” “I don’t want to hear it. Dinner already started, go ahead and put your things away and get whatever is left.” her mother said walking away. Y/n just huffed and carried her suitcase up the stairs, avoiding seeing anyone else until she had to go into the dining room. “Oh you’re here.” Y/n’s brother said, getting up from his seat and leaving the room. “You can clean up my plate, thanks.” Y/n wanted to roll her eyes, “still a brat.” and turned her attention to the table. “Your sister won’t be here, she’s busy.” Her mom said, getting up from her seat. Y/n’s dad grumbled, “there’s a few leftovers. Don’t eat too much, you’re fat as ii is.” he commented before leaving as well. 

Less than 5 minutes and she was already pushed around and degraded, she was so tired of it. Y/n just nodded and cleaned whatever mess they made, having no energy to argue with her own parents. Going to her parents saying she wasn’t hungry anymore (she lied), she told them she’ll be in her room. They gave no attention, just a okay and went back to watching their more important tv shows. As she went into her old room, she collapsed onto her bed, just tired and wished time moved faster. She didn’t want to be here. She sat up, seeing the night sky and stars, the moon was pretty. She decided to get up and open her window, carefully climbing out to walk to the rooftop. As she sat there, she watched the sky and listened to the night life, the moon shining so beautifully. She wondered what it would feel like to become the air, or the stars. To not be on the planet as a human, but as something else. 

A bag being placed next to her startled her, making her jump. She looked and saw Wooyoung holding a goofy grin on his face. “How did you get up here?” She questioned. “We’re neighbors, i know how to climb ladders.’he joked, Y/n gave him a small smile and looked at the bag he brought, “oh you left these.” He smiled, pulling out the snacks she dropped. Her smile faded, “ah you didn’t have to waste your money on me. I’m sorry. How much was it?” Y/n rambled on, “Y/n. It’s okay, I bought it for you, don’t worry.” Wooyoung said, kinda sad as to why his friend was acting like this. She use to love eating the snacks in the bags, he remembers her clearly “begging” him to get her some of the chips she likes. But now as he stares at her, she looked like she was afraid of the food. 

“Is everything okay y/n?” he whispered, sitting closer to her. Y/n bit her lip, on one hand, she wanted to tell someone what she was thinking, feeling, and let it all out, but on the other hand, she didn’t want to be a bother, use someone for her own use. But the look Wooyoung gave her, full of worry, it made her heart ping with hurt. Something about his aura made her feel safe and okay to express what she kept to herself for the past years of her youth. So, she decided to answer truthfully.

“No..” y/n mumbled, before Wooyoung could ask what was wrong, y/n continued what she wanted to say. “Wooyoung, I’m so tired of living. It’s so hard. I keep failing my parents, they make me feel like I’m such a burden all the time, I’m not successful like my sister or brother, university is just so hard. I barely have friends, I mainly have Ningning, but that’s it. Every time I think something positive about myself, I have nothing. I’m ugly, I’m fat. I’m not smart, I can’t even lose weight by dieting, I keep gaining and gaining, even if i eat and throw up, nothing helps, I can’t even make the people around me happy; I just make everyone worry and for what? I just want to be perfect, but I can’t and it’s killing me.” Y/n let out, not everything being mentioned, but enough to make herself feel better. “I’m just so tired of living and not being acknowledge. I mean I’m working so hard, but why can’t anyone else see it?” she cried softly, tears flowing onto her cheeks. She hasn’t vent to someone like this before, not even Ningning, because she didn’t want to be a bother to anyone, and here she is, dumping it onto Wooyoung. 

Wooyoung was silent, and all y/n can think about how bad she messed up everything. What she didn’t expect was Wooyoung to hug her tightly. He didn’t say anything, because he knew sometimes listening was better than saying anything. Y/n cried into his chest, his shirt being sightly damped but he didn’t care. He was worried for his friend, and he felt like he needed to protect her and tell her that she wasn’t ugly, nor fat. That she grew into a beautiful woman and he fell in love with again. “I know what I say won’t stick, but you’re amazing, smart, beautiful and perfect in your own ways. Don’t be someone else because other people demand you to be.” He whispers. The two of them stayed in the moon lit night together until the sun was coming up. 

The cycle repeated each day until it became part of their routine. The two stayed by each others side for the couple months that were there, and now they had one month left. One month left to be with each other, one month left with y/n’s toxic family. Y/n wanted the time to go by, but at the same time, not really. Wooyoung’s company has helped her in so many ways. When her family degraded her and forced her to basically starve, Wooyoung would text and come over in the middle of the night to give her small meals he made, knowing that big amounts still scared her, but she was slowly recovering. She started to find happiness in small things again, like walking around in the park, meeting other dogs and cats on the street and petting them. It was unbelievable to Ningning when she called Y/n to ask her what day and time she would be arriving back to the campus. “You’ve changed so much.” Ningning smiled through the facetime call, “Who do I need to thank for this?” Ning laughed, before y/n could answer, Wooyoung took her phone and smiled, “Me. You need to be thanking me.” he laughed. Ningning laughed and joked around. “Well thank you handsome sir, make sure she gets back to campus safely!” Y/n blushed at Ning’s comment and told her to hand up as a joke. The three talked until Ningning had to go, so it was the two of them again watching the sunset on the rooftop.

“I enjoyed your company. You made it bearable.” Y/n whispered, sad that the time to leave was coming closer. Wooyoung nudged her on the shoulder and smiled at her sadly, “Hey no worries, you’ll still have me by your side.” He grinned. Y/n nodded but she knew the truth, she would be alone again because once she goes back to the campus, she’ll be in a hole of just study , study, study, and work, work, work. Wooyoung pulled Y/n into a hug, his face snuggled into her neck. 

“Spending the last couple months had me thinking..” he whispered. He moved his face in front of Y/n so they had eye-to-eye contact. He used a finger to lift her chin and cupped her cheeks, “Had me thinking about us. About you. My sweet darling, my princess y/n. The last few months with you have been incredible, and I have seen the changes you’ve made on your own. You’re strong and I believe in you. You’re going to succeed in your classes, you’re going to make yourself proud. If your family doesn’t see how intelligent you are, and how much you have been trying, excuse my language, but fuck them. And I know recovering is hard, but keep going, for me, for Ningning, for yourself okay? Your body is perfect the way it is, you’re not fat, and you’re not skinny either, you're you, the perfect weight that you were created for. I love you for who you are, and I’m forever proud of you.” He spoke, his words hitting Y/n’s heart, his words comforting her because no one has spoke to her in some way. 

Y/n teared up and hugged Wooyoung tightly, “Thank you Wooyoung, I truly appreciate it. You mean so much to me, and I know we reconnected for only a few months, but you make me feel so safe. I love you so much.” “And I love you too my princess.” he softly smiled, giving y/n a small kiss on her lips. It was just the two of them in their own world, with the comfort of each other.

authors note - hey everyone, long time no see. it's admin stacy, i haven't written in a long time, and I have not been in a good place mentally, I won't go into details on what I've been going through, but I guess I wrote this for some comfort since I don't receive the words that y/n gets in this story. But I just want to say, thank you for reading, and if you're struggling, just know it's okay. everyone's pace is different, and you're trying your hardest. Me and every idol group you love are so proud of you. Please take care of yourself, I love you

[angeltxqrs]

our little diner date (jjk)

Jungkook had graduated high school but he decides to come visit you, and to take you out on a date

Paring: 80’s Popular Guy!Jungkook x Fem!Reader Theme: Drabble; Sugesstive, fluff Word Count: 796 Warnings: swearing, get’s a little sugesstive towards the end but nothing happens

The sunshine peeks through the window of Jungkook’s 1980s muscle car. His lips smack together as he chews on his bubblegum. He patiently waits for you to get out of school. He wanted to surprise you by picking you up and taking you on a date, but little did he know you had already known about his plan. He had his tattooed hand on the steering wheel and the other on the door handle. He looks around for you, but once his eyes land on you, he smirks. He notices your signature short white tennis skirt, which you always wear when you're around him. You walk towards his car as you softly smile at him. You then get to his car and open the passenger door. "Hey," you say in a casual/excited tone. You get into the car seat and put your school bag in the backseat before putting on your seatbelt. You then turn to look at him; he looks nice. He’s wearing a denim fleece jacket with a white tank top, a black tie, a belt, matching denim jeans, and some black boots. Plus, his hair is longer than usual, making it look like a bob. "What?" He asks, noticing your eyes on him. "Nothing so… How about that date?" You softly smirk at him as he almost mimics your smirk. "You’ll see," he says before putting his car in drive and beginning to drive off.

You guys soon pull up to a cute diner that’s around town. You both get out of the car and walk inside with Jungkook’s hand on the small of your back. You walk up to the waitress as Jungkook asks for a table for 2. The waitress then leads you two to an empty booth and hands you both the menu when you are seated. She then leaves you two alone, and you look at the menu, deciding what to order. You continue to look at the menu to see what you're craving when you notice Jungkook’s eyes on you. You softly chuckle before saying, "I didn’t think you would take me to dinner." "I was hungry," he replies as you nod. Once you two have both decided on what you want, the waitress comes back and gets both of your orders in. You two then hand back the menus to her as she leaves once more. You then look back at Jungkook from across the table and smile. "You look pretty today." He says leaning over and tucking some of your hair behind your ear. You softly chuckle before nodding. "And you look handsome today." You reply before smirking and winking. He smirks back at you, saying, "I look handsome every day." He says this while taking a sip of the Coca-Cola that the waitress just came out with. "That’s true," you agree while nodding before taking a sip of your water.

It was the end of your date. You and Jungkook both got your meals; both had hamburgers and french fries. You were only down to the last of your fries, and you agreed to share them with him. You dip a fry into the side of ketchup on your plate and look at him. "You know, if you still weren’t so goddamn popular, I would have already asked you out." You eat your fry, and Jungkook chuckles, "Sorry, I’m just too popular with the ladies." He smirks at you before eating a fry himself and crossing his arms, resting them on the table. "You are" You sigh as I look at him. The same smirk was plastered on his face as his tattooed hand moved over onto yours. He took it, and his thumb gently caressed your soft skin. "But that’s okay because you're already mine." He brings your hand up to his mouth and leaves a soft, tender kiss on it. You softly blush at his touch, and you get a tingle down your body. Your hand is still in his, and he rests it on the table. He looks at you and says, "How about we get out of here?" He cocks his head to the side. You nod, and you both get out of the booth. Jungkook paid for the meal and left his cash on the table, plus a tip. Jungkook’s arm wraps around your shoulder as you both walk out of the diner. "Oh, and I may or may not have planned something for you once we get back to my car." He smirks, looking down at you. You look back. "Like what?" You raise your eyebrow in curiosity while you both walk to his car. "You’ll see," he says in a low, suggestive tone. He leans down and presses a soft kiss on your lips.

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excerpts from the McLennon server (hamburg part 2)

Thank you everyone for your patience. This is Part Two of the ongoing Hamburg Conversation from the McLennon server. Part One is here: https://www.tumblr.com/bambi-kinos/718114537612656640/excerpts-from-the-mclennon-server

In Part Two of the Hamburg Conversation we discussed the 1960 trip from Paul’s POV and why he abandoned the Beatles to get a job as a coil winder. This goes into Stuart and Klaus and the Exis, plus how Paul reacted to John’s mind games where he pitted his loved ones against each other. Much has been made of John in Hamburg and how it connected to his later patterns but very little discussion of Paul comparatively.

This conversation was much messier as it spanned several days. We used Discord’s “reply” feature liberally. Sometimes you will see disparate time stamps; this is because I decided to pair the replies with the original comments they were replying to for the sake of readability. Please let me know if there are any confusing points where this doesn’t work and I’ll do my best to clarify the conversation. 

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Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/07/2023 11:02 PM I am back on my bullshit about Hamburg again. this period is just super fascinating to me because of all the possibilities and the way things happened the way they did

I also want to understand why Paul chose John when the first Hamburg trip really sucked in a lot of ways and it could easily have ended with them going off to do something else.

in the beginning John helped Stuart bully Paul and he ostracized Paul from the group via the Exis (apparently deliberately? I go back and forth on this all the time, because I wouldn't put it past John to do it on purpose... but then again his MO was to get enamored with something new only to eventually drop it and snuggle up to Paul again so John probably didn't see it that way?) But once all of that was over and they were back in Liverpool, John tracked down Paul and he had to do a lot of shitwork to get back into Paul's good graces again.

Paul found a job at his dad's behest but I don't think he would have continued with the Beatles if John hadn't come to fetch him. John did something really smart when he came to fetch Paul from the yard where Paul was working: he brought George. First he had to tell George "yeah I'm back" but then he brought George with him to ask Paul to come back. Smart. Strength in numbers. Shows that he's serious and it doesn't look like he's begging because he brought another band member with him.

but Paul didn't leave that job immediately. It took months for Paul to fully come back to the Beatles. John eventually had to give him an ultimatum. I think after the experience of Stuart and the Exis and the group bullying, I think that those months were John working his way back into Paul's good graces again. And eventually Paul forced John to prove that he still wanted Paul, in a way. Earlier when we talked about this Betty made a really good point that Paul was the one fighting for the music, like John was. Stuart met Astrid and John let him go because he knew Stuart was already choosing Astrid over him so it was better not to fight it. But that period after John came back... that's fascinating. John recuperated for a while by not telling anyone he had come back. Paul got a job (and it sounds like he didn't need a lot of pushing) and I think it was because he might have been preparing to leave the Beatles thing behind completely.

Like I think Paul came back to Liverpool thinking that he and John were not friends anymore. IMO Paul carried the memory of the experience with the Exis around and that he remained distant from them forever.

Funnily enough, Paul has turned out the real black sheep of the whole trip. Everybody hates him and I only feel sorry for him.” — Stuart Sutcliffe in a letter to Rod Murray, late 1960

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/07/2023 11:09 PM I mean look at that. Look at the sheer petty contempt in that quote + the caricature. That's something else man. There's no way Paul doesn't carry the memory of that with him. And I think its present in the Revolver cover as well. Look at how Klaus portrays Paul:

I think Paul looks off to the side because that's all Klaus really gets out of him. We all know what it's like to be treated in a crappy way by friends-of-your-friends and I've said before that I think the first Hamburg trip is where a lot of John and Paul's patterns got solidified. So Paul isn't friends with the Exis, even in 1966, because he remembers who Klaus is and who he hung out with and I think those memories are very painful for him. He holds on to them. Maybe not grudges but he holds onto that pain. (And I mean, that's fair. I still remember my elementary school bully and if she were on fire in front of me I wouldn't even take a whizz on her.)

Klaus only ever saw Paul's profile... if they don't meet your eyes do you really know them? John rarely met Yoko's eyes in public I notice, whereas he was constantly diving into Paul's.... right up until that photo from the Lost Weekend where he's turned as far away from Paul as he can get... So Paul's profile being the thing Klaus drew speaks to the distance between Paul and Klaus... and Paul and the other Beatles. Even among other misfits, Paul doesn't fit in. In a lot of ways Linda was the only one who could accept him for his true self even if there was a lot of nastiness underneath that.

I think the 1966 cover is indicative that Paul held Klaus at a distance, even then. Klaus saw Paul's loneliness in Hamburg and how this made him bitter, apparently doesn't empathize with it very much since he played on HDYS.

If Klaus had tried to make friends with Paul as adults, he would have run full into the Wall. There's no way that Paul McCartney would be friends with someone who drew a caricature of him like that when Paul was friendless and in pain and the only thing he had was music and girls.

And I understand that Hamburg was full of psychosexual drama from 18 and 20 year olds, but I think that its significant because of how Paul got frozen in time due to the fame thing, struggling to grow up, suffering from a kind of Peter Pan syndrome.

So I find it interesting that... Paul got a job after Hamburg. I don't think John would have had to show up with George on Paul's lunch break and essentially beg him to come back if Paul had been gung ho about the Beatles. John had to earn his way back into a friendship with Paul. It took months for Paul to give up the job and join the Beatles fully, John remembers it as a "long trip."

There's another recollection that when John finally gave Paul the ultimatum that Paul bounced into the Cavern -- what if this is Paul being happy that John chose him, that John cared enough to give Paul an ultimatum?

John remembers it as a custody battle between him and Jim where he fought Jim for Paul's attention... but what if Paul saw it as something else entirely?

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/07/2023 11:20 PM Like, Paul got a job after Hamburg. He didn't know that John was back in town. I don't think we know when John told him that he was back. I think Paul got a job because he thought that he and John were not friends anymore after his experiences in Hamburg and the last thing he expected was for John to show up and nag him about coming back. I think Paul was convinced that John would go all in with Stuart and the Exis or that they were a sign that John was done with Paul completely. He didn't understand that John was watching Paul the entire time they were in Hamburg, watching Paul be in the filth with him, taking the pills and dealing with the gangsters and living for the music in a way that Stuart never could.

And from Paul's POV, the long stretch of months between John finding him at the spooling yards to beg Paul to come back, and Paul being given an ultimatum that he needed to choose between his job or the Beatles -- I think that period was Paul waiting to see if John really loved him/was really wanting to be Paul's friend or not.

BRrraCKets! — 05/08/2023 4:56 AM Paul doesnt suffer fools gladly, he called out the Exis on some of their bullshit and they didnt like it. They also took to Stuart and I would imagine it was a case of if your friend doesnt like someone then they dont either. Ive always felt that Klaus didnt like Paul, most of his drawings of him arent very nice, theres an odd one thats ok. That Revolver cover has always irked me with how hes drawn Paul compared to the others. I like your take on it.

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/08/2023 5:01 AM Do you remember the details on Paul's interactions with the Exis? I don't remember that from Tune In.

That's a really good point about Stu not liking him so the others took the lead from him, oof.

I think Klaus may have (hopefully) chilled out on Paul since then but yeah, I don't think they're really friendly towards each other. Maybe "dislike" is too strong but they only ever had John and Stu in common and, well. Paul never let Klaus in.

BRrraCKets! — 05/08/2023 5:04 AM Ive read of it somewhere but cant remember where!  It was just a sentence or two.

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/08/2023 5:04 AM Probably a Paul bio of which I am reading McCartney Legacy

we'll have to wait for Betty to wake up

BRrraCKets! — 05/08/2023 5:45 AM I wonder, when Stuart left the Beatles, did Klaus hope to take his place on the bass. Paul stepping in would have been another reason to dislike him.

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/08/2023 5:47 AM That's an interesting idea. No clue but maybe that's an angle....

Morrigan — 05/08/2023 6:16 PM He did. I believe he says it in his memoirs, but also in an interview about the book in 2001. He said he asked John, but it was too late; Paul had already taken up the bass

Even if that had happened, I don’t think Klaus would’ve fit in, them all being from Liverpool and Klaus being German (I’m half-German, I can say that lol)

Plus he came from a very rich (diamond mines etc) background..sure, his family lost everything in the war, but some of the posh attitude was still there. And despite being fascinated by it, he didn’t consider rock n roll “real” music

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/08/2023 7:19 PM did not know this about Klaus, huh

Morrigan — 05/08/2023 7:24 PM He talked about his grandfather being this fabulously rich eccentric

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/08/2023 7:25 PM huh! i need to check his stuff out then

Morrigan — 05/08/2023 7:31 PM It’s in this German interview

https://www.sueddeutsche.de/kultur/im-interview-klaus-voormann-ich-waere-besser-gewesen-als-paul-1.432929

With the provocative headline “I would’ve been better than Paul”

Apple_Scruff — 05/08/2023 5:48 AM Paul playing based has always sounded like a forced thing out of desperation.

I doubt he would have agreed to switch to bass if Klaus was offering.

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/08/2023 5:51 AM Agree but....he may not have liked it if Klaus offered since he was so pushy about Stuart's playing.

BRrraCKets! — 05/08/2023 6:14 AM He didnt want anyone else muscling in. The group nucleus was set. His guitar was shot, he was filling in on piano, a bit of bass when S couldnt be arsed to show up, what else was he to do when G&J downright refused to take it on. Theyd gone home by then too.

mynamesbetty — 05/08/2023 7:50 AM unfortunately I can't think of anything like that in what I've read, I'll take a look at Tune In and the other Paul bios I have later We know that Paul is willing to ice people out when he feels they aren't working out for him as friends/collaborators, and after months of doing the most for the group and getting shat on  by his songwriting partner and the Exis he was probably thinking "fuck it, I don't need this treatment" and got a job to start separating himself from the group

But John knows by now that Paul is his golden ticket and he has to get Paul back, so once he gets over the self-pity of leaving Hamburg in disgrace and works up the courage to ask Paul to come back, he brings George along to present a united front

The Beatles first show after coming back from Hamburg was on December 27 1960 at Litherland Town Hall, a few weeks after John arrived back in Liverpool

And I'd bet anything that Paul skipping back to rehearsal all smiles was because he felt like he'd gotten one over on Stuart and the Exis, in a "nyah-nyah he chose me over you (blows raspberries and making wanking motion)" kind of way

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/08/2023 8:46 AM yesss perf

And it all worked out for him when John didn't discipline Paul for punching Stuart even tho he most likely lost

He had a good feeling about John making his choice too....

Morrigan — 05/08/2023 10:24 AM According to that interview from 2001, Klaus asked John to join and play bass right after Stu left, but John said Paul had already taken up the bass

Of course, in 2001, Klaus was still speculating what would have happened if he became the 5th Beatle and saying he thinks his bass playing would’ve been better for John’s style in later years

Morrigan — 05/08/2023 10:33 AM That whole interview [Klaus] showed both admiration and, imo, some disdain for Paul (and Paul wrote the foreword for his book, I believe) In that Interview he also vehemently denies anything sexual between John and Stu

It’s a fascinating period. I believe I read John was back in Liverpool anywhere from 10 days to three weeks before contacting George and Paul Which means he couldn’t have been to any of their usual hangouts

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/08/2023 10:36 AM lol lmao

>better for John's later style >john and stu had nothing sexual going on incredible. so many things wrong

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/08/2023 12:01 PM John periodically took time off to recharge, it was one of his quirks/needs.

Morrigan — 05/08/2023 10:45 AM I thinks it’s still a bit of envy…everyone who got close to the Beatles and thinks “what if”

To be fair, he did admit that Paul was instrumental in making the Beatles famous, because “John wasn’t a frontman” and Paul was the only professional of the group

But you can read between the lines that there is disdain there for the Beatles’ early sound and Paul was a “charlatan”….the PR man

Morrigan — 05/08/2023 10:58 AM It’s interesting that John said the way he felt after he came back after Hamburg was similar to how he felt before Paris 1961…but time he wanted Paul to be there

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/08/2023 12:09 PM and Paris 1961 ended up being a two week period of great renewal and joy for John, all because of Paul. No wonder he tried to recreate it with Yoko.

louiselux — 05/08/2023 11:41 AM It’s such a fascinating period! In the breakup Paul must’ve recognised some of John’s behaviour from back then. Dropping Paul and replacing him with someone else who is more arty and special. John may have been being tactical about it back then, maybe playing Paul and Stu against each other,  waiting to see where the nexus of power/talent/ambition lay, and therefore his future. Paul wouldn’t have appreciated that at all, like who would? Also John must’ve known the power he had over Paul, and vice versa, in any number of ways inc sexuality, attraction, love, obsession. That cartoon by Klaus is so deeply unkind, coupled with Stu’s letter. You have to wonder what Paul was like with them, and what all of their behaviour was like on the daily.

louiselux — 05/08/2023 11:51 AM But it is so interesting that Paul got a crappy job on the lorries, John ignored them all for weeks, and Stu was never coming back to the band. Because the gig they subsequently did that Christmas at Litherland Town Hall was where they realised how good they were compared to the Liverpool bands, and how vastly exciting the public found them. So back from Hamburg they obviously collectively didn’t know where they were going or what they were doing, or even if they were a band. I wonder just how much persuasion had to go on on John’s part to get back in with Paul. A lot of charming, a lot of fuss and attention, persuading, light grovelling

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/08/2023 12:18 PM in Tune In there's a lot of quotes from George about how they felt they had a lot of talent compared to the other bands, even when they were JaPaGe and they didn't actually warrant the confidence. I think for them they were seeking energy, technical ability, and stamina which Hamburg earned them in spades and brought their talent up to their expectations at last.

Morrigan — 05/08/2023 11:57 AM Definitely shades of Yoko/John later on…Paul probably hoped/thought that would play out the same way as Stu.

But we also get so many contradictory stories out of Hamburg, like John claiming he and Paul bullied Stu and afterwards felt bad about it John turned away from music after Julia’s death and turned to drink and rage,  it also kinda to Stu and art..only Paul’s persistence in pursuing John (for the band, for himself) turned that a bit back around.

I always wonder if at that point, John wasn’t getting from Paul what he really wanted, also there was still the age gap.. Stu was older, maybe came across as more mature and adventurous

Even George, I believe, said with Yoko, John was trying to replicate what he had with Stu.

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/08/2023 12:20 PM Yeah. its a conundrum about what that means. Did John actually feel bad after bullying Stu or did he only feel bad because then Stu died and he did some self reflecting?

Paul was very instrumental in helping John cope with losing Julia, to be fair. Paul is cited by many outsiders to be the only one who never lost his patience with John even when he was being a public embarrassment or acting violent and cruel. my personal take is that Paul is the one who cleaned John up and made him fit company for Stu and Cynthia and otherwise they would have both run away from John..

louiselux — 05/08/2023 12:01 PM That is completely fascinating to think of Yoko as a Stu replacement.

Morrigan — 05/08/2023 12:03 PM Yoko’s comments how John talked about Stu every day and how he was the best friend he ever had…I always thought she did that hurt Paul. And also, Stu died so young, I can believe John put him up on some untouchable pedestal that wouldn’t have survived if Stu had lived

louiselux — 05/08/2023 12:04 PM Agreed. You have to wonder what Lennon/McCartney would have been like with a Sutcliffe in the mix. Maybe not that different, possibly. Because Paul grew in confidence and became endlessly bold and weird

louiselux — 05/08/2023 12:08 PM Yoko likely said a lot of things with the intention of hurting him

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/08/2023 12:08 PM A lot of people who were John-oriented have this complaint, that they think Paul was somehow "fake" just because he's good at selling and connects with an audience. IMO it always says a lot more about the complainer's personal issues with Paul rather than it being a legitimate criticism. Klaus doesn't like Paul because Paul cut the Exis down to size and Stuart apparently overtly hated him, then Stuart died and Paul took over the bass position which Klaus apparently asked for himself (‼️) and then Paul had the nerve to go swanning all over the world getting famous for being John's creative partner.... and no matter what Klaus says, he has eyes, he knows how John looked at Paul and what that meant.

It's just another case of someone being bitter because of Paul's success. John used Klaus as a bassman on HDYS the recording that Ringo walked out on but George did not.

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/08/2023 12:16 PM It being John looking for a potential future, that's an interesting idea. I think at that point John had kind of given up on that since he had been kicked out of art school by that point or was on his way to doing it. Music became his life because it kept his attention and he loved it -- he told a girl he was dating at the Cavern not to screw up her placement at art school the way he did. I don't know if he had high expectations for himself there -- what did John think of his heart? was he actually proud of it?

Paul said that he'd sometimes gang up on Stu with John as well as vice versa so I think it was definitely a case of John pitting them against each other to make them compete for the Best Friend spot. But then when Paul was deported he got a job instead of crawling back to John.... very reminiscent of the break up. Paul would fight for John but once he perceived he lost (Stu, Yoko) then he was perfectly capable of cutting John off. Paul is sensitive to being mistreated.

this is all speculation but I think that first trip was hard for Paul. He was lonely, he wanted John's attention, probably acted out and then got mocked and jeered at for it.

So he paid women to pay attention to him and then he was attractive and treated them decently which made him popular so while John is enjoying Stu's company and hanging out with the Exis, Paul simply hides in women and practices his guitar.

We have seen this before.

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/08/2023 12:21 PM John wanted an equal and Paul just wasn't it, even if they had chemistry. John didn't take Paul seriously until Hamburg in 1960 when he watched Paul become a man and watched him be furiously independent no matter what slings and arrows he took.

But Stu was patient and was able to meet John on a different field with Art, and John needed that very much. Paul was too young for what he wanted in a very real way.

with a Stuart that lived, I think Paul would have been pushed to make a public declaration to John instead of waffling forever. Stu was Paul's only serious competition.

louiselux — 05/08/2023 1:31 PM I think so too! Something would have had to give, because John could have gone running off to Stu at any moment

Morrigan — 05/08/2023 1:33 PM I do wonder about that scenario. It looked like John had accepted that Stu was off with Astrid. And the Paris honeymoon happened while Stu was still alive. It seems like J and P had cemented and defined their relationship

Now if Stu and Astrid didn’t last and Stu came back to Liverpool at some point…

He may have always been hanging around in the background…or maybe not.

mynamesbetty — 05/08/2023 2:04 PM John praising Paul's abilities as a bass player in 1980 must have rankled him lol, he said Paul was one of the most innovative bass players in rock

mynamesbetty — 05/08/2023 2:27 PM addendum: The Beatles with Chas Newby on bass played the Casbah on December 17 1960, we regret the error

Morrigan — 05/08/2023 2:36 PM Good! I hope it rankled

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/08/2023 3:35 PM Stu had no future in Liverpool and he knew it. His application for a position at the Liverpool art college was rejected and he had a great apprenticeship going with an older German artist who recognized his talent. Stuart had no reason to back to Liverpool except to visit. I also think that Stu found his person in Astrid and their relationship would have worked.

I think the greatest threat to Paul would not be Stu's presence but what he represented in John's life: a peer who had a profound hold on John in an avenue that Paul wasn't confident about competing in. I think Paul would be very worried about John going back to Stu for sure, because he can't help being insecure about their relationship.

I think, to this day even since John is fucking dead, Paul is still worried that he will make John disgusted or bored and that John will leave him again. Irrational? Yeah. True? You bet.

I think a timeline where Stuart lives would force Paul into a corner: either he breaks the relationship or he takes a leap of faith.

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/08/2023 4:01 PM if anything else, this fundamental fear of Paul's would be the driver to any action Paul took regarding John in a timeline where Stuart lives. The deathly fear that Stu will take John away from him, again... Stu didn't have to be present in Liverpool, his specter would hang over everything.

Morrigan — 05/08/2023 4:25 PM I can completely see that. And totally agree on Paul’s fears until this day.

I just wonder if Stu would’ve kept this idealised spot… or if he would’ve pissed John off some point like a lot of people did, which led John to cutting him off.

Or, I guess, John could’ve remained loyal to him like he did to many old friends (at least until New York) and maybe got him to do cover or promo art for The Beatles. Can you imagine?!

Stu was so very young; it’s difficult to say what could’ve happened

Misery — 05/08/2023 4:30 PM God and the thing with Paul in Hamburg too is like

Here’s this high strung cash strapped teenager. Now we’re going to take him to a foreign country, get him addicted to amphetamines, and completely abandon him for a “cooler” friend group. Wait, why is he being so annoying?????

Like, the exis loved George, and Pete was just doing his own thing because he was so independent from the rest of the group, meanwhile Paul is all of a sudden entirely friendless for seemingly no reason, and the things that he was doing back in Liverpool are suddenly seen as annoying and stupid, and he’s being ignored left and right.

And obviously the huge caveat for the drama in Hamburg is of course that they were all idiot teens/barely adults, who had suddenly been thrust into a new stressful circumstance, so no wonder they all went insane a little bit.

Like you’ve all said it’s something that time/stu living would change a lot, but that wasn’t meant to be

Morrigan — 05/08/2023 6:24 PM I really feel for Paul during that trip. I think we can kinda guess what he was feeling, but I can’t get a real read on John at the time.

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/08/2023 7:24 PM Yeah, John is a real enigma here. He was very close mouthed about this period aside from some little things. Presumably because it's too painful with Stuart's death. Or maybe he just didn't care because the whole thing didn't have the same weight for him as it did for Paul... or he was too ashamed to talk about it....

But John not caring seems very unlikely since Hamburg 1960 is where he came out even more insane about Paul.

Morrigan — 05/08/2023 7:33 PM It might’ve been the drugs, his sexual explorations, mental health issues..but it is interesting he didn’t really talk about that period… Maybe too painful because it was the real start of them as The Beatles and he really missed it

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/08/2023 7:38 PM ouch

this is a big part of it i bet

mynamesbetty — 05/08/2023 8:04 PM Tune In, written by the king of the Paul haters, pg 374-5

Many Years From Now, pg 64-5

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/08/2023 8:06 PM the amount of seething contempt for a lonely 18 year old in these paragraphs, astounding

Morrigan — 05/08/2023 10:26 PM And I don’t think we can 100% trust Stu’s view of things either. That’s maybe how he wanted things to be. I’m not saying Paul didn’t have a rough time, but Stu may have embellished somewhat in that letter (because he also knew how important Paul was to John ultimately)

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/08/2023 10:54 PM Yeah. It occurs to me (like now, as I'm writing this) that Stuart was probably venting in that letter. I don't think he liked Paul at all but that's a lot of hatefulness in one sentence and I really dislike the idea of John deliberately tolerating someone who overtly despised Paul that much. John was an asshole at times but I struggle to imagine him encouraging that level of antipathy. So hopefully it wasn't quite that bad for Paul.

louiselux — 05/09/2023 3:12 AM Also him thinking that a letter from anyone reveals ‘the stark truth of the matter’ rather than just another pov on a situation. Mehhhh. I didn’t know that about Klaus asking to be the bass player. He seems to be a person who was used to getting what he wanted, being rich and pretty, and is it possible that he resented Paul for taking a place in the Beatles/John’s friendship that he thought should have been his?

louiselux — 05/09/2023 3:26 AM The situation is weird and so opaque. I doubt John ‘hated’ Paul, as Stu put it, because why would he suddenly hate him after being so close? But John might’ve loved being accepted as a part of the new exciting clique and that might’ve trumped everything else for a bit. John was obsessed with having his gang. It feels like a lot of heightened teenage dynamics we’re going on.

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/09/2023 9:23 AM thinking that the letter holds some objective truth is a classic mistake that Lewisohn makes all the time, because its easier than accepting that there were multiple POVs on what happened. Lewisohn thinks he can flatten everything and that there's an objective "truth" to discover and present (courtesy of him naturally.) It's just dumb no matter what. One of the first things I was taught about historical study was that primary sources are king because multiple POVs proliferate. It was Paul who compared Beatlemania to an earthquake and how different stories sprout from it and they're all true.

I wonder how much Klaus was shitposting or trying to grab attention via headlines with claims like that. I would be very surprised if John gave serious consideration to Klaus joining the band, Paul was already a sure thing and he clearly wasn't going to be happy with anyone else playing bass. I hope Klaus didn't actually think he had a shot, it just makes no sense for Klaus to join the Beatles from any angle.

If he really believed that he had a shot at joining the Beatles and Paul somehow stood in his way.... then uhhhh what the heck lmao

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/09/2023 9:34 AM This seems very likely, good insight. Makes me wonder if John staying friends with Paul might have rankled Stu as their rivalry increased? "Don't worry Rod everyone else totally hates him here but I only feel sorry for him."

John liked new experiences and getting swept away with things so its not surprising that he got enamored with the Exis. They were arty, new, and offered a fresh POV for him to see the world. Anyone would be intrigued by such a friends group. The fact that they were happy to be dominated by John and enjoyed Stuart (especially since Stu and Astrid hit it off!) probably makes it inevitable that someone would end up on the outside and that someone was Paul.

1960 John especially would be feeling his adolescent insecurities very hard so he'd naturally want the Exis as under his thumb as he could get them. I wonder if Stuart also enjoyed being controlled that way? I don't actually know how independent he was of John compared to Paul. (Tho no one ever matched Paul in sheer tenaciousness when it came to escaping John's gravity well.)

The pills, alcohol, and sleeplessness would naturally exacerbate all this.

Morrigan — 05/09/2023 10:49 AM Maybe I’m being too judgmental when it comes to Klaus; it’s hard to judge his tone in written form. Maybe he sounded self-deprecating when answering, but I was surprised that 40 years on (at the time), instead of just saying “it’s tantalising to imagine me being part of the Beatles, but nah they were perfect they way they were and I’ve my own life”…he actually still brings up how his bass playing could’ve maybe been better for the band at some point.

To be fair, he also says Beatlemania wouldn’t have happened without Paul (his looks, his professionalism) , and that Klaus himself maybe wouldn’t have had the necessary charisma

Morrigan — 05/09/2023 10:53 AM Totally agree with this. It was a wild few months; them also being away from home for the first time as well (and in a very strange environment). So many outsiders have described the bond they had before Hamburg, how Paul seemed to make John come alive etc; they already had a solid foundation. I don’t think anyone could’ve muscled in there permanently

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/09/2023 12:29 PM We don't know much about him so its hard not to give him side eye sometimes lol. Ultimately Klaus seems grateful for what the Beatles did for him and how he got to have a place in history thanks to them. I wouldn't necessarily label him negatively since he seems content with his lot and has gotten to make a lot of great art over the years. He likes his niche.

Otoh its still really weird that he's apparently still maintaining a delusion about being a potential Beatle. IMO it once again says more about his relationship with Paul than anything else. Paul is the bedrock of the band and without him, there are no Beatles. Lots of people resent him for this, even other Beatles. I would bet Klaus, like many, is pulled in by John's charisma, values George as a friend, and resents/resented the fact that he couldn't get closer to them because Paul filled that space. "If I was in his place then I could be with George and John all the time and we'd be even better friends. What's so special about Paul's bass playing anyway? I'm just as good." That's the kind of resentment that sticks with you when you have famous friends i guess.

But it also misses the point and the importance of Paul: Paul's bass playing was creative and innovative. He brought new sounds into the band. He also had the energy to get them over their creative humps to deliver material for new records and consistently hit their deadlines. Paul wasn't just "the bassplayer." He was John's everything, the one who delivered results, and the one who made the records work for the Beatles. If Klaus was really as good as he thinks he is then John would have made him a fixture during the solo years. But John didn't do that because Klaus is no match for Paul's ability to consistently deliver results.

I suspect Klaus knows this or he wouldn't admit to Paul's success like that. But its probably very hard to be close to the Beatles because you would naturally want a piece of it.

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/09/2023 12:32 PM

So many outsiders have described the bond they had before Hamburg, how Paul seemed to make John come alive etc; they already had a solid foundation. I don’t think anyone could’ve muscled in there permanently

An extremely vital point and probably the ultimate root of the resentment surrounding Paul during that time (or any other time). No matter what they did or where they took him, John still wanted to return to Paul.

There is something special and unique about Paul that had John loving him deeply and to the exclusion of others. Even back then.

mynamesbetty — 05/09/2023 2:00 PM I'd just like to add that re: drugs, Paul was wary of the Prellies and usually stuck to one a night, where John was eating them like candy Paul had already shown reticence towards drugs when he refused to partake of chewing the benzedrine cartridges inside nasal sprays back in Liverpool, so that's another aspect of the "Paul's not as cool and worldly as the rest of us" ganging up on him

Morrigan — 05/09/2023 3:04 PM And then that of course carried over to Paul not wanting to try acid at first

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/09/2023 3:04 PM Yeah... so Paul was often on the outside that way too

Morrigan — 05/09/2023 3:07 PM I wonder if John saw that as Paul keeping a part of himself back; of not totally committing so they could share everything together

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/09/2023 3:13 PM That's a big part of it. Tune In says John habitually used Prellies to try to get people to talk to him, he used it as a tool to get people to open up. So Paul dragging his heels and only doing it when he felt like it would be infuriating (and enchanting) to John because Paul was refusing to submit to John's direction and control. Paul could skate on the edges of John's gravity well and refused to get closer until he decided to.

It also may be that John was anxious about doing these things without Paul. He wanted Paul to mirror him very early and Paul's refusal to do so fascinated him especially for those moments where Paul did eventually cave and the mirroring turned out fantastic -- it made the victories sweeter. Pete Shotton said John needed a partner in everything he did, even when he was a little kid, so it was a genuine need in him to want someone like Paul.

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/09/2023 3:21 PM Makes me wonder how palpable John's attraction to Paul must have been -- even if he didn't fully realize it in Hamburg yet. I fully believe that there is some watershed moment we don't know about for John realizing how deep his attraction to Paul ran.

Morrigan — 05/09/2023 3:33 PM He said he chose Paul as his partner (in music), but we know it was so much more than that. At some point he realised, ‘this is the one’. If only he’d gotten to write his memoirs…. 😢

BRrraCKets! — 05/09/2023 4:00 PM I wonder if his attraction scared him a little and that’s why he backed right off in that first Hamburg trip.

He had plenty to distract him.

When Paul was deported, John was left behind. He could easily have stayed and pursued something there and kept near Stuart, but he didnt. He went back to Liverpool. Brooded on it for a while, then pursued Paul to get back with him.

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/09/2023 4:06 PM I never thought of the possibility of him staying behind with Stu but you're right! oh wow

BRrraCKets! — 05/09/2023 4:06 PM I think that’s when he decided Paul was it for him.

He could have looked at picking up his art again, like Stu did, or music in another band. His heart must have decided on music, but music meant Paul.

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/09/2023 4:12 PM oh my god!!!! :sobface:

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/09/2023 4:13 PM And also the trauma of Paul being deported... Klaus has a drawing of Paul and Pete being shoved into a cop car, I wonder if John was there if it happened like that with Paul and Pete being taken off the street

Like for John that's another loss but instead of Paul abandoning him that's someone taking Paul away from him

And so he goes home later that week.... and he stays shut up in his room for days... and when he emerges he gets George and goes straight to Paul.....

BRrraCKets! — 05/09/2023 4:15 PM He can’t do it without Paul.

Hahaha in a roundabout way, Paul made John choose between him and Stu, and Paul won!

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/09/2023 4:17 PM After all that mess, John really did have a shot to choose Stuart and do art forever, hang out in Hamburg and never go back. Stuart evaded deportation by living in Astrid's house, John could do the same. But John played a few nights alone and then took all the gear back by himself

and then he chose Paul while he was convalescing in his bedroom....

Morrigan — 05/09/2023 5:10 PM I do think that was definitely part of it… but I don’t think it would’ve been that easy for him to stay had he wanted to… Stu was different because he’d already started establishing himself there outside of the band (and he had Astrid and her family, who couldn’t be expected to take on John as well).

John had no money. I believe he continued playing with other bands only to fulfil contractual obligations (?). And he said he was depressed after Hamburg, thinking this was maybe as far as music could take them… to seedy bars in a red light district. Coming back to Liverpool, I wonder what his thought process and state of relationship with Paul was like.

Now in 1961, when he again faces a crisis regarding continuing with music, he obviously chooses Paul…even without the music. Even though they were making decent-ish money in Liverpool by then, John was fed up and wanted to run away (at least for a bit).

I know people say he didn’t take Cyn to Paris because she was busy with school and unmarried couples didn’t really travel together, but I think it was more than that. He’d decided it was going to be him and Paul… in any potential endeavour, even if it wasn’t a band. That carries on through to their later ideas of writing a play, a musical together; and just always writing together

That said, I don���t think he actually wanted to stay in Hamburg

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/09/2023 5:59 PM Yeah, John stayed in Hamburg for the contractual stuff. Considering its a port town it would have been easy for him to stay IMO but who knows. I think it does indicate that staying with Stuart didn't cross his mind; if it had and if John had really wanted it, he could have found a way. The fact that he didn't and instinctively went home (to the place where Paul had been forced to go) indicates just how strong Paul's hold on him was, despite John not knowing what he was going to do next.

The depression is just John's pattern I think. He had tall highs and deep lows. John coming back from Hamburg reminds me of reading descriptions of his return home from their tours and how inaccessible he was to Cynthia and Julian because of his profound depression. Hamburg was absolutely similar -- women, booze, pep pills to keep them awake and then it ended traumatically leaving John in a very bleak place. The physical low from coming off all those prellies would be crazy and John was addicted. He may have been going through detox which would destabilize his mental scape. The same thing happened with the tours and the amount of drugs they were doing, particularly the coke, which meant that John crashed after each tour because he stopped inhaling all those drugs.

We can only speculate about his thought process post-Hamburg but John repeated patterns, that was his entire thing. I think looking at the Dakota years could tell us a lot, albeit with the caveat that John hadn't done any "splitting" regarding Paul yet. He probably felt bleak, wondering if there was a point in continuing. He knew there was more pain ahead of him if he continued with the Beatles. John knew they were good and probably realized they were better than their peers but maybe he realized that he might have bungled things with Paul. He's watching the wheels.... Then he ran into George on the street iirc and that's when things solidified for him: he needed music and that meant he needed Paul.

So he takes George with him because he needs the support and doesn't want to appear vulnerable in front of someone he probably knows he wasn't kind to. And Paul holds him at arms length for a while but John is persistent and finally tells Paul that he's not going to settle for being half time anymore, Paul needs to commit to him.

When it comes to Paris and such: Paul, for John, represents renewal and possibility. He renewed after Hamburg in 1960 and sought out Paul for it. He renewed in 1961 and they went on their honeymoon in Paris. In 1980, John was preparing to record with Paul and was actively leaving Yoko.

John's mental aesthetic regarding Paul always contained admiration (and sometimes resentment) for Paul's endless energy and his ability to createcreatecreate. That's an energy that John relied on. He used it emotionally as well as musically.

mynamesbetty — 05/09/2023 7:57 PM and on the flip side we have John unfairly blaming Paul for John's inability to write by accusing Paul of bouncing along and writing like a fiend without thinking about how John was feeling, in the "I was going through murder" period

...and then, much later, John hears "Coming Up" on the radio and something long dormant sparks up inside him

VeggieRavioli — 05/09/2023 9:33 PM I'm soo late to this conversation but I love it! I wanna add my favourite Hamburg era tidbit that's hidden away in a footnote in Tune In, because I think it's really interesting to compare the aftermath of the 1960 first Hamburg trip with the 1961 Hamburg trip. TL;DR Paris was not the only time John and Paul ran away holidayed together in 1961

we all know John and Paul went to visit Betty and Mike in Caversham in April 1960, but Paul has stated multiple times that they took two trips to visit his cousin, the second one travelling down to Ryde on the Isle of Wight. But when did they take this trip? It's referenced in MYFN but no timeframe is given.

Mark Lewisohn proposes that the only obvious window is July 1961, directly after they arrived home from Hamburg - they had nine days off before they were back onstage in Liverpool on July 13. You'd think they would have spent this time kicking back at home after three months away, catching up w/ family and friends.......... but if that were the case, Lewisohn says, why didn't they attend Ringo's massive 21st birthday bash on July 8th?? All the biggest bands in Liverpool were invited, but the Beatles were conspicuously absent.

so if Lewisohn's hunch is correct and they swanned off to Ryde right after they just dragged their exhausted asses back from Hamburg, the implications of that are 👀 !!! bc that means Paul's behaviour towards John was sooo markedly different compared to the previous trip. Paul resigned himself to a shitty factory job in 1960, John had to win Paul back and prove himself to him, the band's future was in limbo..... but HERE, to me it's like 1961 Paul is staking his claim. By immediately taking John on a quick holiday to Ryde, he's actively preventing another post-Hamburg comedown and securing them some 1-on-1 time to re-cement their partnership

especially considering that Paul's tension with Stuart was arguably at an all-time high in 1961 -- they had their fight near the end of that trip, Dot and Cynthia came to visit but John & Cyn actually spent more time with Astrid & Stuart than with Paul..... I can just so see Paul being like :paulbuthehasagun: oh you like the beach John? you went to the beach with stuart? Come to this picturesque coastal town with me right the fuck now you're gonna love it

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/09/2023 9:46 PM Veggie I love this connection. you're brilliant

mynamesbetty — 05/09/2023 9:47 PM get your man Paul!!

interesting that Paul made the first move here

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/09/2023 9:48 PM

so if Lewisohn's hunch is correct and they swanned off to Ryde right after they just dragged their exhausted asses back from Hamburg, the implications of that are 👀 !!! bc that means Paul's behaviour towards John was sooo markedly different compared to the previous trip.

feral for this

YES.... after all that fuss in Hamburg they came back and Paul pushed John up against a wall and said "you're coming with me now" and john just went "o-okay"

Paul resigned himself to a shitty factory job in 1960, John had to win Paul back and prove himself to him, the band's future was in limbo..... but HERE, to me it's like 1961 Paul is staking his claim. By immediately taking John on a quick holiday to Ryde, he's actively preventing another post-Hamburg comedown and securing them some 1-on-1 time to re-cement their partnership

yes!!! he learned from 1960, he didn't give John a chance to get down in the dumps! he said "let's go on an adventure John!" and he just took him reminding John that this isn't like last time. in short Paul broke the pattern

I can just so see Paul being like :paulbuthehasagun: oh you like the beach John? you went to the beach with stuart? Come to this picturesque coastal town with me right the fuck now you're gonna love it

the jealousy angle at work here. oh my god

mynamesbetty — 05/09/2023 9:51 PM as long as they keep moving John can't sink into a funk which may have further implications re: Paul's work ethic

VeggieRavioli — 05/09/2023 9:51 PM aieeee I'm obsessed w/ it

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/09/2023 9:51 PM Veggie you're a genius

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/09/2023 9:52 PM john's in a depression? let's do something and distract him from it... 1960? on the rocks, worry and frustration. 1961? "dis mine dis MINE"

VeggieRavioli — 05/09/2023 9:54 PM while they seemed to make a lot of progress in Hamburg RE: trading up to better and better clubs, it really stood out to me in Tune In that after their 2nd trip they just returned to the same old in Liverpool, again - same circuit of halls and clubs, no one on their level, no upward momentum until Brian in November. So I love how John and Paul dealt with this by repeatedly skipping out on commitments when they got bored and goin on trips together

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/09/2023 9:54 PM yeah! they decided it wasn't worth their time so they bolted

and they were right too lmao

they wanted to be together instead of playing the same circuit over and over...

VeggieRavioli — 05/09/2023 9:56 PM and then Stuart's writing letters like "they quit the band and went to Paris to play together? I don't believe it..."

Paul's like "you'd bETTER BELIEVE IT BUDDY"

Morrigan — 05/09/2023 9:58 PM Wasn’t it said that Ticket to Ride was inspired by Ryde?

VeggieRavioli — 05/09/2023 9:59 PM yes fs, I think Paul restates this in The Lyrics again too? don't have it in front of me, but yes

VeggieRavioli — 05/09/2023 9:58 PM Oh I thought we’d shared that quote here already but no it’s legit

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 05/09/2023 10:00 PM this is the possessive Paul we need

mynamesbetty — 05/09/2023 10:10 PM Paul stomps in like "he's my soulmate, get your own!" and whisks John off on a road trip

Apple_Scruff — 05/09/2023 10:11 PM Stuart literally having his own soulmate Astrid the whole time: confused

Morrigan — 05/09/2023 10:44 PM People have to had seen the special connection between them…John wasn’t going on trips to Ryde or Paris or Caversham with just George

louiselux — 05/10/2023 3:25 AM So fascinating and such great detective work! I wonder too if Paul thought he might be detoxing John, or whether they both had that in mind? Sun, sea, fresh air, no amphetamines etc, just wholesome British beer lol.

louiselux — 05/10/2023 7:06 AM There's just something so innocent about Paul taking him on a seaside holiday, compared to what they had just been doing in Hamburg, it's so sweetly unsophisticated.

I've been to Ryde. The whole of the Isle of Wight, where Ryde is the main town, is just off mainland UK and it feels stuck about 30 years in the past, so Ryde in the early 60s might've felt very old fashioned indeed.

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Last song: pain is cold water - Noah kahan, or it might have been Maine by Noah kahan also live…. The way those transition is very good.

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Currently watching: X-Files and also Bob’s Burgers. I have to alternate between the two.

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[five-rivers]

Need More Than Sorrow

AO3

For @datawyrms

Everyone had things they were ashamed of.  Or, at least, they had things they should have been ashamed of, which wasn’t quite the same thing, but Danny liked to think he wasn’t quite that oblivious.  Most of the time.  

Except he’d realized that he maybe had been for a little while there.  Just a little.  

Or a lot.  

A lot, actually.  

He ran his fingers over the hem of his sweater (NASA themed, of course), and watched his friends bicker over food.  Again.  

Thing was, he could let it lie.  It had been lying for weeks, now.  Tucker hadn’t brought it up, anyway, and neither had Sam.  And… Yeah.  They didn’t seem to be mad at him for anything.

But that didn’t mean they didn’t care about it, or that it didn’t matter.  

So he should probably say something, right?  That was what you were supposed to do.  Kind of… take responsibility.  

Right?

“Danny?  Hey, Earth to Danny.”

“Huh?  What?”

“You okay, man?” asked Tucker.  

“Um,” said Danny.  “Yeah.  I’m just…  I’m sorry.”

“For what?” asked Sam, with a little scoff.  Danny wouldn’t ever tell her, but she sounded a lot like her mom when she did that.  “Getting mind controlled by an evil clown?  You deserve to zone out a bit after all that.”

Danny glanced at Tucker.  “Yeah, I guess.”

“Hey, you’re not responsible for anything you did when you were under his control.”

“Mhm, yeah.  Just, um.  Thanks for coming after me.”

“Anytime,” said Sam.  

“Yeah, we’ve got your back.”

"Thanks…"

"Now eat up." She pointed imperiously at his hamburger. "I know that weirdo didn't feed you."

Well.  She wasn't wrong.

"Hey, how come his burger gets a pass while you're slandering my Nasty Meatacular."

"Three different animals died for that crime against nature."

"Four!  It has mutton now!"

“That’s disgusting.  You’re disgusting.”

Danny took a bite of his burger.  It didn’t taste like anything.  

It would be so easy to just let them keep going.  To just… keep going.  No more.  Don’t rock things.  Don’t test things.  Don’t change things.  

He could do that quite easily.  It would be easy.  The easier path.  What did they say about easier paths again?  What did they say about good intentions?  

Oh, God.  

“Tucker?”

“Huh?  Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hey, we told you, you don’t need to apologize for anything Freakshow made you do.  And if you did, you should apologize to Sam first.  She’s the one you pushed off a tightrope.”

“He pushed me onto the tightrope,” corrected Sam.  “I fell off all by myself.”

“It’s not about that,” said Danny.  

“Then what?” asked Sam, reaching for her soda.  “Are you going to confess to throwing up in my lunchbox in gradeschool this time?”

“No,” said Danny.  “It’s…  I shouldn’t have overshadowed you that time.  Made you… do things you didn’t want to.  I’m sorry.  I didn’t… I’m sorry.”

“Okay,” said Tucker, not looking at Danny.

“Just ‘okay?’”  Danny ducked his head, trying to get into Tucker’s line of sight.  

“What do you want me to say, Danny?  That it wasn’t that bad?  Well, it was.  It sucked.”

Danny hung his head.  “I’m sorry.”

“I know you are, man.”  Tucker laughed, humorlessly.  “Heck, you said you were sorry about me losing my date when it happened.  I just…  Priorities, Danny.  It would’ve been great if you were sorry before it happened to you.  Or, heck, after Poindexter walked off with your body that one time.  So.  Yeah.  It sucks.  It really sucks.”

“I shouldn’t have done it.  I never should have done it.  It was stupid and cruel and…  Selfish.”

“Yep.  Sure was.”

“If Danny is apologizing, I probably should, too,” said Sam.  Why went unsaid, but it wasn’t as if they hadn’t all been there.

“Is there anything I can do to- to make up for things?”

“Not really.  I mean.  I overshadowed people, too, don’t forget.  The whole Desiree thing.”

“You were kind of being mind controlled during that, too.”

“Yeah.”  Tucker picked at his fries.  “I’m getting real sick of all this mind control.  I mean, you’ve got all this stuff.  All this… People controlling where you go, what you do.  You should at least be able to think what you want.  And what you do.  What you actually do, even if you’re being forced.  It’s not right.  You get me?”

“I guess I just didn’t think about it.”

“Of course you didn’t.  I love you, man, but you’re so white.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry about that.  Jeez.  Just chill, okay?  It’s not like I’ve never been stupid about your powers.  Let’s just… drop it.  And not do it again.”

“That sounds like a deal,” said Sam.  “Do we want dessert?  I want dessert.  I’m going to get some dessert.”  She stood up.  “God, this is awkward.”

Tucker sipped loudly at his drink.  “It is pretty awkward.”

“I thought we were dropping it.” 

Tucker threw a french fry at Danny.  

[stardust948]

Frenemies AU

Platinum Music Awards part 3

Poppy, over a video call: Hi!

Hakoda: Hey Poppy.

Kya: Where are you?

Poppy, looks at the stage behind her: Oh uh... my bathroom...

Hakoda: Poppy it's okay if you're helping Ozai get ready. You don't have to hide it from me.

Poppy: Ok. Because Ozai said you guys can come watch him rehearse.

Hakoda: Oh... no thanks...

Bato and Kya: *looks at each other*

Hakoda: You guys can go if you want.

Bato and Kya: YES! *both kiss Hakoda on the cheeks then run out*

Hakoda: *sighs then flops onto the floor*

Ursa, walking in: Why are Kya and Bato screaming and running down the street?

Hakoda: Mmmm.

Ursa: Get up. *helps him up*

Hakoda: Don't you want to watch Ozai rehearse? All the big time signing contact people are there.

Ursa: No I feel guilty. I should have kept my mouth shut.

Ozai: Poppy you left your laptop. *Notices the video call is still on*

Hakoda: No, you were right. If I'm going to be successful, I want it to be because of my talent, not because of throwing tantrums and wearing meat hats.

Ursa: Well can't you be successful for your talent and wearing meat hats?

Hakoda: The thought of having meat whenever I want is tempting.

Ursa: See. You won't even have to get up. Just pluck it right out of your hat.

Hakoda, laughing: Right out of my hat?

Ursa: So... *leans closer to kiss him*

Ozai: !!!

Hakoda, nudges her away: Oh you...

Ozai:

Ursa: I'm sorry.

Hakoda: No I'm sorry.

Ursa: I didn't mean to-

Hakoda: No you didn't. You...

Ursa: Then why can't we kiss?

Hakoda: Cause of Ozai.

Ozai: ???

Ursa: Ozai and I broke up.

Hakoda: Yeah but kissing your friend's ex-girlfriend-

Ursa: Wait since when are you and Ozai friends? Last week he rubbed your hamburger on the seat.

Hakoda: Aww I ate seat meat?

Ursa: And he took your spot in the Platinum Music awards.

Hakoda: Look, Ozai and I aren't really the best of friends. We're kind of friends, I think. More like frenemies really. But still, kissing his ex-girlfriend...I can't do that to a friend.

Ozai: *closes laptop*

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Ozai: *putting on finishing touches for costume*

Hakoda: Wow. Incredible outfit.

Ozai: Didn't expect to see you here.

Hakoda: Well, everyone else was coming to cheer you on. Figured I would too. And you look way better in that costume than I would have!

Ozai:

Ozai: This isn't right...

Hakoda: It is a little tight around your-

Ozai: Not the stupid costume! This. Me.

Hakoda: I don't...

Ozai: This was supposed to be your night. This is your big chance so for me to go out there and...

Hakoda: And?

Ozai: I can't do that to a friend.

Hakoda: *smiles*

Ozai: Or even to you.

Hakoda: *laughs* Now what?

Ozai: Just go get ready and leave the rest to me.

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Assistant: Live in 60 seconds! Ready Bao?

Announcer: Just waiting for my cue.

Ozai: Hey Bao, did you get the script change?

Announcer: What script change?

Ozai: Ugh those guys. Give me that! *Snatches pen and scribbles on the paper* Have a good show!

Announcer: Uh, you too?

Assistant: We're live in five!

Announcer: Welcome to the 34th Platinum Music Awards! For his first world wide live performance, please welcome Hakoda Kuruk!

Hakoda: *walks on stage as the crowd cheers*

Head Producer: What the flameo?! What's he's doing out there?! *yells at producer*

Poppy: Is that Hakoda?!

Kya: Yay Koda!

Bato: That's my cousin!!!

Ozai: *sits beside Ursa*

Ursa: *smiles at him and he smiles back*

[Hakoda performs original song as the crowd goes wild. The gang runs onto stage after, and he hugs each of them including Ozai]

[fly-forever-young]

hello !!

i saw u were taking rq and i was wondering if u could do a soft jaemin timestamp/oneshot (whatever u feel comfortable doing!) where he comforts u while ur feeling insecure? If that’s not possible I understand! Thank u and have a good day/night!

•~𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞

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"Here's our food straight from McDonald's," Jaemin smiles happily as he sets the food down on the table. "Finally we eat after all the training I did, today ends in style"

You smile as you nod and admire him. Jaemin hands you your food and sits down to eat. "Oh my God yummy" After a couple of bites Jaemin realizes that you haven't tasted your sandwich yet.

"What is it? You don't like it? You want mine, it's good, take it" Jaemin reaches out to give you his hamburger but you refuse. "No thanks, I'm just not hungry now, maybe I'll eat it later" Jaemin glares at you, it's not like you to refuse to eat like this and above all it's not the first time this is happening.

"What's wrong baby?" Te asks, You look down and Jaemin's gaze softens. Jaemin gets up and walks over to you taking your hand as he drops to his knees.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His tone of voice is so warm but you are afraid he might see you differently if you tell him.

"Y/n talk to me" "I don't like my body..."

"Sweetheart you are so beautiful all of you is" Jaemin kisses your hand softly.

"My body- it's too much" Your eyes water as your insecurities eat you alive. Jaemin hugs you as best he can, his scent is comforting. "Jaemin you deserve someone better than me" Jaemin takes your face in his hands looking straight into your eyes seriously.

"I couldn't wish for better than you Y/n, I love You unconditionally you are so beautiful, I love everything about you. I don't want to change a thing about you, I don't want an inch less than you, I wish you could see yourself the way I see you " Jaemin kisses you softly and then smiles making you smile too "And you're more beautiful when you smile" "Thanks Jaemin" He nods while looking at you

"If you feel insecure tell me I'll make you a list of all the things I love about you, I just hope that you have a lot of free time, because it will take me a long time, maybe I won't finish anymore"

Thanks for the request☺, I hope you like it and sorry if I took too long 😅😘❤❤

[yourimagines]

Making you happy

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Swearing And Fluff

Nick POV

I was driving us through town, heading to the grocery store and a quick stop at the gym to pick up some stuff. “You sure you want to wait in the car?” She nods and grabs her bag. “Yep, now go and pick up your gym bag.” She took out of her bag a book and settled herself into a more comfortable position. “Okay, I won’t be gone for too long.” I squeezed in her thigh and got out of the car, leaving her alone with her book as I quickly walked inside to grab my bag.

“Yeah I will, see ya.” I walked out of the gym with my bag loosely hanging over my shoulder. She was still reading her book as I approached the car. “Hey a caterpillar.” I mumbled to myself. It was wiggling over the car door and I reached my hand out to grab it. “What are you doing?” She laid her book down on her lap as she was watching me. “There is a caterpillar on the car.” I answered as I grabbed it and lay it down on my hand. “Look.” I showed her the caterpillar, she was holding her phone while smiling at me. “Aww that’s cute.” I moved my hand over the rolled down window and showed it to her a bit closer. “You can have it, take it.” She shook her head. “No, it’s a caterpillar Nick.” I nodded and pulled my hand back. “It’s for you.”

She was smiling the whole car ride back, looking at me as I drove us through the drive through. “Nick…you sure?” I nodded and rolled my window down. “What do you want baby.” Her eyes lit up with joy, making me feel proud and grateful as that headache was still pounding in my head. “You’re the best, okay I would love to have….”

Y/n POV

Nick was eating his hamburger in silence as I was trying to tell him a story about what happened the other day with my friends. “So that happened, weird right?” He nods and looks outside the window. “Yeah I thought that as well.” I took a sip from my drink and turned the music softly on, hating how quiet it was right now. “Are you okay Nick?” He was slightly massaging his head as he was looking outside his window, his eyebrows frowned and looking at bit hurt. “Just a headache.” I felt a bit guilty for him feeling like this, driving us around town while feeling like shit. “I’m sorry.” He shook his head slowly and looked at me. “It’s fine, I’m okay just having a headache.”

He drove us back home and helped me carrying the groceries inside. “I can do this now, you lay down and rest.” I gently lay my hands on his chest and pushed him out of the kitchen. “You sure, I can help you. It’s just a headache.” I nodded and placed a kiss on his cheek. “I’m sure, now lay down and relax.” I rubbed over his biceps and squeezed in them before walking back into the kitchen.

He was lying on the couch, looking at his phone. “You recorded me?” He had a small smile on his lips. I nodded and crawled into his lap, smiling at him like a little an idiot. “Yes I did, it was so cute Nick.” I gently touched his face, just admiring him. He laid his phone down and wrapped his hands around me, while stealing a few kisses from me. “Whatever makes you happy baby.”

[pinejayy]

Yandere Bob Velseb x Reader (Sweet Candy) pt.2

PART 2!!

HERE’S PART 1

Tigger Warning: Curse Words, Cannibalism, Knife, Vomit, Mental abuse and some physical abuse. Bob just being an awful human. Dark themes, Death mention.

Authors note: I don’t condone or support with any kind of abuse. This is all just for the story.

A few days have passed by and it’s been a nightmare, why you may ask. Well the night he took you away he came back with some kind of meat. A hamburger? Then it hit you, this son of a bitch was going to feed you human meat. Of course you didn’t want the meat and told him to fuck off. But he would insist you eat this or else…But of course you still didn’t give in and that’s when he grabbed you and he pinned you down forcing the hamburger down your mouth. He didn’t stop until you had enough, which ended up with you throwing up and crying and him laughing at your reaction . Day after day was just pure torture. He was a sick fuck.

As you just sat there on his bed, just spacing out. You were trying to avoid his eyes. He was staring deep into you, as if he was a predator and you were his prey.  “Oh come on my Sweet Candy, you can look at me.” He said. He just kept on sitting there looking, slowly he started to lean in until he was next to you. You kept your eyes off of him still. But you began tense up, you still weren’t used to his presence.

That’s when he took a huge whiff of you. God it made you uncomfortable but you didn’t say anything. Afraid you were gonna anger the psychopath. “You smell good..just like candy.” He said deeply. Leaning in closer to you he kept on smelling you. Whimpering to yourself “Please stop….”

Bob looked at you, smirking. “Ahh you finally talk Sweet Candy. Does this make you uncomfortable?” He laughed at you. Which made you whisper softly. “I don’t think I’ll stop. You smell good, just imagine how good you taste.”

You started to shake “Imagine how good and tender your meat is. How sweet your blood is.” He placed a hand on your shoulder and out of no where you felt his cold wet tongue against your neck. “Mmm how swee-“

He didn’t have a chance to finish the sentence because you quickly pushed him away from you. It caught him off guard. “Don’t fucking do that again…you creep.”

He stood still for a good few seconds, then anger took over him. Bob stood up, looking down at you. You were tiny compared to him. You quickly regretted your decision. ”You little brat.” He spat out.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry…” You began saying. And that’s when he raised his hand at you and slapped you hard knocking you down to floor.

“Don’t ever do that again. Or next time it’s going to be ugly for you.” He said. You just laid there, holding your face. Tears steaming down your face. He went on one knee and looked down at you. Grabbing you by the hair, pulling your hair back with force making you look at him.

“Got IT!.” He said harshly. You nodded quickly. Which made him smile. He got up and looked down at you. “I’m going out. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

He began walking off. “I’ll see you in a few my Sweet Candy.” And with that he walked off and locking the door behind him. Leaving you alone.

Rubbing your face. You just laid there, after awhile you got up and cried. This was going to get worst, you just know it. You had to get out of here, somehow. But you needed a plan. It was going to take time but you were going to figure it out.

You just laid on the bed, thinking. Was this really how you were going to die? Or were you going to escape? You really missed your family…your friends. My god why did the Devil pick you.

As Bob made his way out of his old house, he was making his way to the small town. He was after some new meat! He couldn’t stop thinking about what you did, it made him angry! Why did you do that, don’t you know that he could kill you.

Oh you’re going to learn your lesson, maybe when he comes back. Hmm he had the prefect punishment for you. A sick punishment…he’s going to love toying with you. But he had to focus on getting meat…and he had the prefect person.

The prefect person for your punishment.

Bob made his way through the town, he made sure he wasn’t seen by anyone. Hiding in the shadows. He was quick. He already knew so much about you, how? Well he had his ways. He knows everyone you love and care about. After awhile of walking he finally made to his destination. Looking at the house, it was the house of one of your closest friends. He smiled to himself, getting his knife ready. Mouth watering.

This is going to be good. Bob couldn’t wait to show you his punishment.  He quickly made it in the house. It was dark and quite hmm must be sleeping.

Bob looked around the house, looking through every room. Until he found them sleeping in their bed. They looked so peaceful, he wonders what they would taste like. Hmm well he’s going to find out soon. Making his way towards the sleeping body, he got on top of them.

They quickly woke up but couldn’t move since Bob was on top of them. He laughed and placed a hand over their mouth. “Don’t struggle, I’ll make this quick. But don’t worry you’re doing me a good favor. The favor of being apart of Y/N punishment.” And with that he lunged the knife into their chest multiple times until they stopped breathing. He was satisfied as their body went limp and blood was pouring out of them.

Bob quickly grabbed their body and made his way out and back to his place. This was going to be good. He was going to get a good meal and you were going to get something. As he was walking back to his house, he didn’t hear you. Hmm you must be asleep. That’s prefect for him!

As a few hours passed by, you were still sleeping. You were sleeping peacefully until you were woken up. Woken by having a bucket of cold water thrown onto you. “AHHH..” You yelled out. Waking up quickly and panicking.

You quickly jolted up, seeing Bob standing there with a huge grin on his face. “What the fuc-.” You began saying and were cut off. That’s because Bob threw something at you. The object hit you, you didn’t know what it was. That’s until you looked at it.

You wanted to throw up. You started to tear up, shaking like crazy while Bob just stood there laughing at your reaction.

You couldn’t believe what you were looking at..this can’t be real..

(Okay guys that’s part 2!! Would you guys like a part 3?? And if so what would happen??) (But I hope you guys like this, I’m still kinda rusty for writing but this story is gonna be dark okay!!)