#they claimed they closed another account of mine WHEN THIS IS THE ONLY ONE I HAVE

[supernalspirits]

Fuck Amazon. I don’t mean this in a general “fuck capitalism” sort of way, I just hope that they and their shitty, useless, accusatory “account specialists” legitimately burn in hell.

[buck-star]

Haunted house? | B.B

>> A dare that led you to the house at the end of the village. Stories were told, but no one dared to knock at the door. No one but you, you didn’t know why, but you just had to do it. <<

Pairing: Demon!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2.350 Words

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, Dark elements [kinda imprisonment, dub/con claiming], pet names [babydoll], naive!Reader, hint of angst, praises, allusion of smut, and more.

Request: @thevillainswhore *knock knock* Trick or Treat, my sweet baby!! 👻 A demon lives at this house, who goes by the name of Bucky Barnes 🤭 he’s got some treats for us but as I look into his eyes, I realise he��s my soulmate *gasp* 😳 and after a long bout of silence, he whispers “you’re mine. It’s all fucking mine.” 👀😌

Authors Note: Thank you for the request, my love! Demon Bucky, the prompt… it was perfect. I didn’t mean to make it that dark, but couldn’t help. Hope you enjoy.🙂‍↕️❤️ Request from my old account. Dividers made by me. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!🎃🩷

Events: Trick or treat [Demon!Bucky Barnes / Soulmates / “you’re mine. It’s all fucking mine.”]

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

You slowly regretted playing truth or dare with your friends — especially on the one and only day, 31st October. The one day of the year when they came up with even more stupid ideas than usual. It was a full moon night, letting the darkest alley look bright. The only place that wasn’t brightened was the house at the end of the village you were living in.

It was a little house, always dark, and you wondered if there was even someone who owned that house. And even when it was a full moon, the house was dark, even from the outside. It made it even more mysterious but also scary. There wasn’t a big tree or anything that could cause such a shadow, but it didn’t matter; some ‘magic’ caused the darkness around the house.

However, you chose dare when your friends told you to be less boring and finally do a dare. And there you were, walking along the sidewalk of the street toward the one and only house everyone tried to avoid. The little hairs on the back of your neck were standing, your body shivering as your eyes roamed over the dark house.

You were never that close before, too scared of what could be inside of it. Or maybe it was empty? Maybe no one was living there, and deep down you hoped that no one was there.

Even the yard was perfectly clean; the flowers were all in dark colors, but they were looking adorable. You never saw them before — the beauty of the night. Maybe the house and the owner weren’t that bad; maybe it was all just to scare the kids. Or maybe the beauty of it made you think better than the reality was — and the owner wouldn’t be as precious as the flowers in its yard.

When you reached the door, you inhaled deeply. Everything inside of you screamed to turn around and run, but sometimes deep down stopped you. It wasn’t the dare — if you wouldn’t do it, you would have to drink some full mixture of a drink. But the reason you were still standing in front of the dark wooden door was another, one you couldn’t quite put a finger on, and still there you were, staring at the door in front of you.

You slowly lifted your hands, your breath shaking as you knocked. Once. Then another time. It was a quiet knock, too quiet for someone to hear unless they would have a super ability to hear everything or they would stand in front of the door.

The door didn’t open, and you breathed out. Most of you were happy that no one opened the door, but a small part of you was even disappointed about it. You would have loved to know who lives in that house. You then were about to turn back to the street as you heard a quiet cracking sound behind you.

Your heartbeat increased, and you felt like it was about to jump out of your chest as you heard a low groan behind you. Was it all just an imagination, or did someone stand behind you in the open door? It couldn’t be true; there was no way they could have heard your knock. But the feeling of a pair of eyes boring into your back felt way too real for it being just an imagination.

So you turned around, your eyes wandering slowly to the open door where someone was standing. Your breath hitched as you finally turned around and stared into a beautiful pair of ocean blue eyes.

“Hey. Trick or treat?” Your voice was shaking, and your heart was still hammering against your ribcage. The ocean blue orbs of the man were holding yours, not letting you look elsewhere but into his ocean blue eyes.

He had tall, long brown hair that was tied to a loose bun and a dark metal arm, and he smirked at you, revealing white, sharp teeth. They weren’t as sharp as they were when you watched vampires in a movie, but they were definitely sharper than human ones.

“N-nice costume,” you mumbled after a moment of silence. The man narrowed his eyes, tilting his head before he pushed one of his muscular arms against the doorframe to lean against it. His eyes changed their colors for the slightest moment, turning black, and you wondered if it was just your fantasy. The man then nodded, a small smirk forming on his lips.

“Trick or treat, huh? Bein’ such a brave little girl. Comin’ over here and knocking..." He said, his voice rough and dark. Then he took a step to the side and nodded into his house. As he allowed you a look into his house, you gasped. The walls were all in a dark gray, and you could even see some scratches of claws at the wall. Was that all for Halloween? Is that a kind of spooky, haunted house? “Come in; I will get ya some candies.”

Everything — literally everything — in this situation screamed at you to fucking turn around and run! But your curiosity won, and you nodded. He walked into his house, leaving you the opportunity to walk in like he told you to or if you turn around and run. He was nice, his smile almost charming, so you decided to take a step into the house.

The moment you stepped into it, the floor cracked slightly under your feet and the door slammed shut. You flinched, turning your head immediately around to face a closed door. It was all like a horror movie — the ones you watched with your friends all the time. But at the same time, it was Halloween, so it was all a joke to scare people.

“Got ya some candies. Ya look scared, sweets. Everythin’ alright?” The man asked as he came back with a little bag in his hand. Your eyes found him within seconds, the same blue you saw the moment he opened the door — everything was fine.

You breathed out shakily. You didn’t even notice that your hands were holding you up against the wall. Your nails dug into it, and you felt your heartbeat increasing even more. “Yeah... it’s just. I have never visited a scary house like that before. I-I mean, my friends asked often, but I refused.”

The man grinned; he titled his head slightly once again. “What’s ya name?”

“Y/N. What’s yours?” You asked, feeling the tension disappear as he asked such a simple question. He was a good man; he didn’t want to scare you; that’s why he asked about your name — to start a normal conversation.

“James. But Bucky is fine too,” he smirked. You nodded, eyes fixated on him. Something in his posture and behavior changed slowly, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

Bucky knew the moment you knocked at his door and he opened, that he had to have you. His body tensed, his hair was standing at the back of his neck, and he felt a low groan creeping up his throat. It was a sign, his sign to know that he found his one — his soulmate.

He had trouble keeping his groan from slipping past his plump lips; he had such a hard time stopping his instincts from getting the better of him. It happened for a second — his eyes turned dark — but he couldn’t let it happen again before he knew you were his.

“So ya have never been in such a house? What a shame. Do ya want me to show ya around? It’s a bit like a Halloween house,” Bucky offered as he held out his hand with the bag in it. You took it, sliding it into your pocket before considering his ask. “I’m not gonna bite, at least not immediately.”

You chuckled at his joke — if it was one. You then looked around again, back into his eyes. It looked safe; no weird things you could see just yet, so why not get a tour through his house so you could tell everyone that this man was living there? That he was nice and that he had an amazing house. “Okay, sounds good. You know... they tell stories about this house... about the one who lives here.”

He grunts in approval. Of course, he knew some of them, and he liked that not many people were brave enough to get close to his house. But you were different, not just because you were brave enough but also because you were going to be his soon. You were his soulmate, meant to belong to him.

Bucky showed you around his house — it was beautiful, big, and had everything someone needed and even more. He got a library — a room you drooled over and almost got lost in because you were too fascinated by it. His house was mystic, but it had charm.

You were impressed by it, even as he explained a lot of everything in his house to you, the way he made it or how old some of those antiques were. Most of the houses were in dark colors, but everything was aesthetically perfect.

As you reached his bedroom, he led you into it, showing you the shower in the bathroom that was just right next to it. He was proud of it because it was a shower included in a hot tube, and he told you every little detail about it, even showing you how it worked.

“That’s so pretty. I’m sure it’s amazing to live here. I would love it!” You said, excitedly. Bucky couldn’t help but growl quietly; hearing you say you would love to live there was making it hard for him to keep his instincts under control.

You turned to face him; your mouth was dropping open, and your eyes widened. Bucky knew it would happen, but he couldn’t stop himself. His eyes were black — dark like the night — and he could feel his muscles growing. Without having to ask — even though you never believed it before, you knew that he was a demon. And he just found his soulmate; Bucky reacted the same way as you knew from research and movies.

There was a long silence. The air was thick and heavy; you couldn’t move, and he didn’t move. Your heart was thrumming against your ribcage, and your breath hitched. Maybe you should scream or try to run. Maybe you should push him away?

But before you could get lost deeper in your thoughts, you noticed him taking a step closer to you. His big hands found their way to your waist as he pulled you against him. He looked at you, his black orbs staring into yours, and you shivered.

Bucky’s nose brushed along your cheek and down to your neck. He inhaled your scent deeply; it didn’t smell like him; he knew he had to change it. You were his now — almost at least. It only needed his teeth in your neck, and then you belonged to him.

You didn’t dare to speak as his teeth scratched along the soft skin of your neck. You felt the goosebumps and the shivers running down your neck. Something pressed hard against your lower stomach, and as the realization was hitting you, you screamed.

You screamed loudly, painfully, but a hint of pleasure was still audible. A pleasure that took the lead and turned the scream into a moan. But his hard crotch wasn’t the reason for the sound leaving your mouth. The scream wrecked your body because Bucky pulled you against him, letting you feel his hard cock and distracting you with it before he sank his teeth into your neck and claimed you as his.

“You’re mine. It’s all fuckin’ mine,” he whispers against your skin before he licks over the mark and leans back. His fingers were still holding you, pressed against his muscular chest. Your groan when he saw the mark on your neck — a mark that will last forever — a mark that showed that you belonged to Bucky. “Now… I’ve got a few plans n’ after we will take a good warm bath. Ya can even read whatever ya want; ya will get everything ya ask for, babydoll. ‘Cause ya’re mine, and I’m gonna treat ya like the princess ya are.”

Bucky pushed you away softly before he used a bit of pressure on your shoulders. You got on your knees, looking up at him. And somehow… It didn’t even bother you that he just imprisoned you, that he claimed you, not that he’s going to keep you as his now. Because that’s what you were; your heart was telling you that. Finally, you could put a finger on the feeling you had earlier when you walked into the house.

You couldn't even complain about anything about it because you loved it. It wasn’t the usual way for humans to be loved by someone. But it was special. And some weird feelings — a bond — made you feel safe, protected, cared for, and even loved by the man who claimed you. He knew before you that you were soulmates. But you were glad you walked to the house, knocked, and let the man claim you — because now this handsome and gentle man will love you and treat you like no man did before. You were Bucky’s, but Bucky was also yours.

Bucky’s big bulge was visible through his pants; your mouth watered, and you felt excitement building up inside of you. You clenched your thighs; arousal was starting to drip out of you, ruining your panties. Bucky inhaled deeply; his eyes darkened even more if it was even possible as he smirked at you.

“Smellin’ good, babydoll. If ya bein’ good, I will give ya my cock and my neck to claim,” he said with a chuckle and pulled your head closer to his crotch. Your nose brushed over the fabric, and both of you moaned. “Yeah, know ya are bein’ a good girl for me, my precious babydoll.”

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for asking my friend to stop saying 'me too' whenever I'm talking about my problems?

My friend is someone I'm relatively close with and I know has anxiety that she struggles with, so I'm not saying she doesn't understand pain or issues. But every time I muster the courage to mention the trust issues that I have because my mom passed away when I was 10 and I just have this permanent fear of losing everyone, she's just like 'I know right, like I literally don't trust anyone. It's like a problem' And then proceeds to spill her guts to me for like an hour. Which is perfectly fine, I'm glad she trusts me, but she also does this whenever I'm talking about how I don't like to talk about my own emotions. Another trauma response honestly, since the last thing my parents needed when I was a kid was my stupid emotions and none of the other 2nd graders wanted hear about my dying mom so I learned not to talk about it. But she just treats it almost as a joke, an offhand remark about how much her life sucks. Like she talks about how she never sleeps and science homework is the worst thing in the world. I don't want to sound like I feel superior, but I feel like our world views are just different. It's rare that things bother me, since I feel like I just understand that there are more important things, and the way she compares her important things to mine just feels unnecessary. And all this really rubs me the wrong way. I find it very hard to be anyone but myself, and I don't want to ruin our friendship, but I also can't go on just pretending her actions don't bother me and make me clam up even more. So would I be the asshole if I tried to bring up my concerns with her?

(Btw, I only brought up the personal reasons behind my issues to give more context as to why I felt offended she was acting like our situations were one in the same, not to try and get you to pity me or anything. Please don't take that into account. I just know she talks to me about almost everything in her life, and none of it truly seems like it would cause many of the issues she claims to have but never really showcases. She could still have these issues, obviously, but she just really doesn't seem to and never brings it up unless I do first and then cuts me off to mention herself)

[roselightfairy]

'Then I will wish you this fortune for your comfort, Gimli,' said the Elf, 'that you may come safe from war and return to see them again. But do not tell all your kindred! There seems little left for them to do, from your account. Maybe the men of this land are wise to say little: one family of busy dwarves with hammer and chisel might mar more than they made.' 'No, you do not understand,' said Gimli. 'No dwarf could be unmoved by such loveliness. None of Durin's race would mine those caves for stones or ore, not if diamonds and gold could be got there. Do you cut down groves of blossoming trees in the springtime for firewood? We would tend these glades of flowering stone, not quarry them. With cautious skill, tap by tap – a small chip of rock and no more, perhaps, in a whole anxious day – so we could work, and as the years went by, we should open up new ways, and display far chambers that are still dark, glimpsed only as a void beyond fissures in the rock. And lights, Legolas! We should make lights, such lamps as once shone in Khazad-dûm; and when we wished we would drive away the night that has lain there since the hills were made; and when we desired rest, we would let the night return.' 'You move me, Gimli,' said Legolas. 'I have never heard you speak like this before. Almost you make me regret that I have not seen these caves. Come! Let us make this bargain – if we both return safe out of the perils that await us, we will journey for a while together. You shall visit Fangorn with me, and then I will come with you to see Helm's Deep.' 'That would not be the way of return that I should choose,' said Gimli. 'But I will endure Fangorn, if I have your promise to come back to the caves and share their wonder with me.' 'You have my promise,' said Legolas.

...This is a thing I love SO MUCH about the two of them, a little understated thing that I don't think I'd noticed or focused on much before. Legolas is thoughtless here; he says something hurtful about dwarves that he doesn't even realize is hurtful because it's just something he thinks is true, one of those microaggressive stereotypes that's just part of how he thinks about Gimli's people. And they're close enough at this point that Gimli doesn't get offended! I mean, he easily could; we've seen how he reacts to Éomer speaking thoughtlessly about Galadriel - but Legolas and Gimli have come through so much together and overcome so much already that they recognize when something is just a misunderstanding. Gimli doesn't get mad at Legolas, doesn't claim offense, just says, "No, you do not understand," and explains to him, trusts him, shares his passion with him. And Legolas lets himself be taught better, lets himself be moved by Gimli's words, and immediately promises to continue learning: to go with Gimli and see the caves for himself, because he wants to understand better what makes Gimli tick. And Gimli understands the worth in what Legolas is offering, so he agrees to reciprocate it, recognizing that this is mutual in all things and that they both have things to learn from one another.

It's just a beautiful example of cross-cultural friendship and trust - and about the ways that they've learned to navigate these misunderstandings, to recognize that what the other person loves may seem "strange" to them, but that there must be worth in it, because this person who is so exquisitely worthy sees something there to value.

Them. I love them. I LOVE THEM. SO MUCH.

[gracev0609]

Dirty Love

Josh X Danny

A @lipstickitty / gracev0609 collaboration.

We decided to try our hands at angst after getting inspiration from Mt. Joy's song ' Dirty Love '

This is set in a different universe than our previous Josh and Danny by the way! Two different sets of characters!

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Angst, Betrayal, Lies, Cheating, Heartbreaking, unwillingness to come to terms with their sexuality and hurting others in the process.

WC: 2.7k

The group was enjoying the evening, taking turns passing a blunt, and drinking way too many white claws. Jake and Sam sat on one side of the fire pit, while Josh, Danny and Alexis, Danny's longtime girlfriend,sat on the other. They were jovial, enjoying their time on break together, it was one of the last evenings they had before tour resumed.

Josh stood from his lawn chair, swaying back and forth slightly from his indulgence,” I'm gonna go inside, gonna get another one. Anyone want another seltzer?”

After taking count he wandered his way across Sam's backyard.

Suddenly Danny announced,” I'll go help him.”

He stood, quickly following him, leaving the rest of them around the warmth of the fire.

Josh was in the kitchen grabbing the beverages from the refrigerator when he heard the sound of the sliding door opening and closing. As soon as the refrigerator door was closed he felt Danny's presence. His body mere inches away, he could feel his body heat against his back.

“Hi Joshy.”

Josh peered over his shoulder and in an instant Danny's soft warm lips were on his. For a split second he melted into the kiss. How he wished that he could forever melt into Danny's warm embrace. Soon enough, he'll be his, Danny said so. Suddenly ice trailed up Josh's spine and he was very aware of what they were doing and where they were doing it .

Pulling away Josh put his hands on Danny's chest, separating them,” Danny stop. Stop. Not here, not now. Not with Alexis out there.”

Danny backed up, until his lower back hit the island,”Fuck. You're right.”

Josh's trailed from Danny's face down to the floor gazing at their shoes,” When… when are you going to do it. When are you breaking up with Alexis?”

Quietly Danny mumbled,”I don't know.”

Josh's brows furrow,” You don't know? You never know. Y-you always have an excuse Danny. First her grandfather died, and I understood. Then her dog was sick, and I understood. But fuck Daniel it's been 6 months, I'm tired of being a secret.”

“I know. I know you are.”

Josh balled his fists, energy coursing through his veins,” Jesus Christ Daniel. We keep doing this, and you keep claiming ‘ that you love me and want to be with me’ but you don't break it off. You don't even want Sam or Jake to know about us. What am I? Just your Dirty Love?! All I want are your eyes on mine. I need more! I- I need commitment and accountability, I can't do this anymore, I can't be the ‘other man’ anymore. It's not fair.”

Danny slowly exhaled,” I'm not ready. I'm not ready for you to be my boyfriend.”

“You can't control who you really are, or what you really want.”

Danny just stared back at him, unable to say anymore.

Josh’s eyes brimmed with tears he was furiously trying to hold back, “So that’s it then. Nothing you said was true?”

Danny also felt the prickle of tears beginning behind his eyes, sniffling them back. “No, Josh it’s not like that. Everything I said was true, or at least… it was at the time. I do love you, you have to believe that. I do want to be with you, but I’m not ready for this. I can’t do this, not now.”

Josh felt his temper rising, the overwhelming sadness and hurt flooding him transforming at least temporarily into rage and the hot tears began to flow. “You know what, that’s fine. Just forget it, forget all of it. I have to go.”

He pushed past Danny and moved to the door, ready to barrel through and make his exit, but the door slamming alerted everyone outside that there was something going on. Danny just watched him leave, knowing nothing he had to say would make the situation any better. Jake offered to go see what was wrong, jogging around the side of the house to see Josh almost collapse into the driver’s seat of his car, sobs wracking his frame. Jake quickened his pace, now running to his brother. Josh wept into his hands for a moment before shaking his head and putting the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life just as Jake reached the car door. He watched Josh reach for the gear shift to move it from park to drive and yanked the door open just before Josh let off the brake.

He quickly sat down in the seat and pulled the door shut behind him, turning to his distraught brother in the driver’s seat. “Hey, what the hell happened?” Jake asked as the car took off, his hand on Josh’s shoulder trying to soothe him.

Josh didn’t even seem to hear him over his own cries and inner turmoil, wiping his tears away with one hand though new ones just replaced them as soon as he was done. “Why did I agree to this? Why did I let myself settle for it? Why did I let him use me?” He turned to look at Jake for a split second, tears clouding his vision too heavily to see much of anything.

“Danny?” Jake sounded totally taken aback, not having known anything about any of it before he got in the car.

A loud sob ripped through Josh’s chest as he nodded. “Josh, pull over.” Jake said firmly, not taking any arguments. Josh nodded again, turning his blinker on and pulling into the first parking lot they came across.

As soon as the car was safely parked, Jake leaned over the console and pulled Josh into his arms, rubbing his back gently as Josh sobbed into his shoulder. “He- he said that he loved me, and that he was going to end things with Alexis. For 6 months he told me that, and I believed him. Why did I believe him? Why wasn’t I good enough? Fuck, how am I supposed to face him next week when we’re back off break?” Josh’s words came out broken, stuttered in between his sobs and heaving breaths.

Jake felt Josh's words rattle his body, they were powerful and he tried his best to not be upset. He wanted to be Josh's comfort,” Josh. You absolutely are good enough. This. This isn't your fault, this is his.”

Josh cried harder as he desperately tried to keep his sobs and wails to a minimum. His body shook and he knew he was soaking Jake's shoulder in tears and snot.

He was blubbering, his head pounding as he wailed,” Why was I so stupid?!”

Jake clung his body closer to his, trying to ease the pain of his broken heart. Jake knew he was feeling intense rejection and embarrassment.

Rubbing his hand up and down his trembling back,” It's okay, you're not stupid Josh. He wasn't telling you the truth.”

After what felt like forever, Josh finally calmed down enough to where he could talk in full sentences again,” So.. I guess you want to know what happened.”

Neatly folding his hands in his lap, Jake nodded,” If you want to tell me, I'm here to listen.”

Josh wiped stray tears from his eyes, and Jake quickly leaned down and opened up his glove box finding brown paper fast food napkins and handing him a small stack.

Josh let out a shaky breath,” Well… around 6 months ago we started getting closer, flirting a ton, talking a ton. Danny.. he- he said he wasn't enjoying being with her anymore. He said he wanted to see what it would be like with a man, wanted to see what it would be like with me. And I fell so hard, so fast. I mean it's Danny!” A small sob escaped his lips and he swiped a scratchy napkin across his eyes once more. “ We slept together, and we kept sleeping together, and we were having so much fun. It felt so easy and wonderful and full of love, but we had to keep it under wraps. And fuck, now here we are. I believed all his lies.”

Jake reached out, squeezing his hand around Josh's,” I'm so sorry Josh.’

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Danny tried his best to compose himself in the kitchen before he walked back outside, but despite his best efforts he knew he still looked a mess. He may have been able to fool Alexis by telling her he just wasn’t feeling well, but he was well aware that Sam knew him like the back of his hand and would instantly know something was off. He rubbed his hands over his face, trying to ease the pounding in his head. With one more deep breath he walked back out to face them.

Just as Danny had known he would, as soon as Sam caught sight of Danny’s face his brows tented in confusion and he looked around the yard, everyone’s drinks scattered around to be forgotten about. The expression on Danny’s face paired with the sound of the twins peeling off out of the driveway painted a picture that Sam was puzzled by and he wanted answers. “What’s the matter? Why did Jake and Josh tear out of here like that?”

Danny tried to keep a straight face, but his guilt was eating him alive. He couldn’t think of an explanation that would satisfy Sam, not with Alexis there and his brain so jumbled.

His hands scrubbed over his face once again as he mumbled, “Please Sam, I’ll tell you later. I can’t talk about it right now.” He pleaded, tears threatening to make another appearance.

Sam’s eyes narrowed, “That’s not gonna work for me. You went in there with my brother and then he takes off like a bat out of hell and you look like you’re about to cry. What the fuck happened in there, Daniel?”

Finally he snapped, “Because I’m the biggest piece of shit in the world, okay?! Because I can’t be who I want to be, because I can’t be honest about any of it! Because I ruined everything”, tears flowing freely now, he pointed in Alexis’ direction, “and I’ve been cheating on her for 6 fucking months!” His head fell into his hands and he finally allowed himself to really cry, sobs tearing through him. Sam's jaw drops, and his eyes go wide.

Alexis stands, her expression mirroring Samuel's,” 6 months?! What the fuck Daniel! I-im done, I'm so fucking done, I'll drop off all of your shit next week.” As she walks away, she raises her middle finger in the air,” I hope her cunt was worth it!”

Sam shook his head, confusion settling in as Danny cried into his palms,” So, what does any of that have to do with Josh?”

Danny lifted his head, his cheeks wet with tears and his eyes bloodshot,” Because I was cheating on Alexis with Josh.”

Sam turned his head, jaw clenching, he knew Josh didn't run out of his home because he was happy. Sam took a seat in the lawn chair Alexis previously inhabited, his mind racing, he wasn't happy. On one hand he was sad for Daniel, he felt like he couldn't be with who he wanted to be with. On the other hand he used Josh, his eldest brother. Crossing his legs Sam huffed,” So.. Do you want to talk about it?”

Danny cried,” I fucked everything up Sam!”

Agreeing, he chuffed,” You really did.”

“ I was comfortable with Alexis, but I loved Josh and I just wasn't ready. I told him I wanted him, and that I loved him, and it was true until it was time to face the music.”

“Ready for what?” Sam clenched his jaw, feeling protective over his brother.

“I wasn't ready for everyone to know that I'm queer too. I've barely wrapped my own mind around it, I only knew that I wanted him. I wasn't ready to take him on dates or answer to fans or -”

“That's really fucking shitty you know.”

“I do know! I'm so fucking stupid! I let everything slip through my fingers, Sam.”

“Honestly Daniel… you dug your grave and now you have to lie in it.” Sam stood,” Go home, pack your ex-girlfriend's shit up, and think of a way you can apologize to Josh. Because what you've just put him through is really shitty and really unfair. You led him on. That's really fucked.”

Without any more discussion Sam walked into his home and began cleaning up the leftover food and empty seltzer cans. Leaving Danny to sit with his thoughts.

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“Jake, why did he lie to me? Did-did I ask too much of him? I can’t trust him anymore, I’ve always been able to trust him, and he ruined that. I mean, we were kids together, all of us, and we’ve been taking on the world together and now look where we are!” Jake took in what his brother was telling him, one hand still rubbing soothing circles on Josh’s back while the other held another stack of napkins to give Josh if he ran out.

Jake’s heart was broken for his older brother, he just wanted to take his pain away from him but he didn’t know how. He couldn’t exactly disagree with Josh, everything he was saying was completely true.

“Honestly I don’t know why he lied, and it was a really shitty thing for him to do. You’re not asking for too much, Josh. I’m sorry it happened and I wish there was more I could do to make it better. How about I run into the store real quick and grab us some supplies and I stay with you for a few days? I don’t want you sitting alone in that house brokenhearted.” Jake offered, looking at Josh’s bloodshot, tired eyes, nose rubbed raw, and tear stained cheeks. Josh just nodded, emotionally drained.

“Switch seats with me while I’m in here, I’ll drive us back.” Jake called over his shoulder as he climbed out of the car and walked into the store. While Josh waited on Jake, his mind raced incessantly. He couldn’t stop thinking of every empty promise Danny ever told him. Most, if not all, of his trust in Danny had been destroyed. The months of Danny holding his heart in his hands, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear almost every single night, sweet nothings whispered in the dark, confessions of love and nights spent holding each other tight, only to be torn apart by one short conversation. Josh hadn’t even been concerned with telling the public, he just wanted to belong to Danny and for Danny to be his like he had promised, he wanted to be able to tell his family about it whether the rest of the world knew it or not.

Jake came out of the store a few minutes later loaded down with snacks, drinks, and anything else he could possibly think of that they might need. He arrived back at the car to see that Josh had in fact done as he asked and moved to the passenger side, and was just leaning his head against the window with his eyes closed.

He loaded all the items in the trunk and put the cart away before climbing back in the car, still idling as neither of them had turned it off. The ride back to Josh’s house was mostly quiet, both of them trying to take in the events of the night.

Back at Josh’s home, they both unloaded the groceries and walked inside, setting everything down and putting it all where it needed to go. They threw a frozen pizza in the oven to bake and brought the snacks into the living room to eat while they watched movies and waited on the pizza.

Conversation stayed pretty light until the movie was on, Jake insisting that they watch all of Josh’s favorite movies to try and cheer him up. Shortly after the opening credits rolled, Josh finally spoke up, “I just.. I really thought we could make it work, ya know? It was everything I wanted, and it all got ripped away in a split second.” His words were soft as he blinked back more tears, not wanting to cry again.

Jake felt his heart crack a little more in his chest and he pulled Josh into his arms on the couch. Josh just let his brother clutch him tightly to his chest, knowing that while everything felt awful in that moment, his twin would get him through it.

Fin.

I know, we're sorry... This one hurt us too 😭

[bellarkeselection]

Since you want a Tony Stark request, I'm here for you

Love confession with him and female reader, a very delicious kiss and lots of love

I Want it that Way

Entering the Stark tower I had answered Pepper’s phone call saying that Tony was acting weird lately being down in his lab like normal which wasn’t an odd thing. But she said that he was sending a bunch of stuff to his house but never did anything with it. She said he claimed it was a party yet he would never tell her the date of when it was.

Walking down the staircase I entered the code he had on the keypad connected to the door. It opened and I stepped inside seeing the hall of multiple iron man suits that he had created. “Stark, I have been sent by Pepper Potts herself.”

“Awe Pep is concerned about me when she doesn’t have to be.” He responded while still working on the arm blaster of the original red iron man suit.

Standing by his work table I leaned my weight against it knowing that he wasn’t much of a talker when he was down here. Pepper and I had been friends for years so when she went to work for him that was the day we met. “Yes she’s concerned since you have been using your company money to buy a bunch of random stuff. But then you’ve done nothing with anything.”

“They’re not nothing. I would have thought you knew that unless she hasn’t shown you what I’ve bought.” Tony lifted his head up, snapping his fingers once he turned on the computer screen. He rolled over in his car pulling up some pictures. “Sit here, honey.”

I shook my head when he patted his lap. “Not gonna happen, Tony.”

“Just sit and look through the photos.” He instructed where I sighed, sitting on his lap and taking a hold of the mouse controller. I shifted my gaze through the photos beginning to piece together why he had ordered certain items.

He had purchased anything from my favorite snacks, drinks, movies I rented off his tv, clothes I pointed out I liked in the stores we passed. There was even one picture of a large bear stuffed animal he had in his Amazon cart. Tony and I had this teasing type of relationship you could call it. But there was one thing I couldn’t tease him about…how I truly felt about him. Otherwise I would have to deal with the idea that he either felt the same or just saw me as a friend. “You always seem so smart with comebacks. I thought you would have tried hacking into my Amazon account before coming down here.”

“Some people actually respect others' privacy.” I glared at him over my shoulder shifting around slightly and seeing how close we were to each other this way.

Tony turned off the computer screen focusing his soft brown eyes on mine. “I just needed to find the perfect gift for my plan to work. So that you would have no problem agreeing to…cause I don’t want to deal with rejection.”

“Who the hell would reject you. You’re Iron Man for crying out loud.” I throw my hands up from my lap.

He nodded slowly. “Yeah but only one person hasn’t treated me differently since I told the world that I was a superhero. And that person means more to me than what the rest of the world thinks.”

“Sounds like a lucky person whoever he or she is.” I replied leaning my back against his work table since I wasn’t comfortable being this close to him.

Tony didn’t seem to get that through when he moved forward resting his hands on either side of me. His deep brown eyes poured into mine while he spoke. “Please don’t take offense to this but I am a genius in case you forgot. But are you that blind to how I feel about you Y/n?”

“How you feel about me, Tony. Oh I’m sorry I suppose your teasing has been perfectly clear all these years. I have just been too stupid to realize it.” I rolled my eyes trying to get away from him feeling a nervous pit in my stomach but he had me boxed in.

He raised a brow at me, turning off the power to the headset he was wearing that could control the suits in another area as long as he wore them. “You’re not stupid, Y/n. But I feel stupid for just not asking this question sooner. Do you see yourself having any romantic feelings for me at all?”

“I…yeah I do. I just never thought you’d feel the same way. I mean because you’re you…and you can have anybody in the world and now you’re saying you’re choosing me of all people.” I sniffed avoiding his gaze, not sure what came over me where I just began declaring my entire insecurities and feelings out on the table for him.

Tony moved his hands up to my shoulders making me shift my eyes back on his. “Of course I chose you, darling. You’re the person who I worry about on Avenger missions, you’re the person who will eat pizza with me at midnight, help me down here on my suits even though you can’t stay awake on five hours of sleep like I can. When you smile or laugh I just want to freeze that moment in time or find a way to keep recreating it.”

“Tony, please stop. I get it okay.” I held my hands up trying to not blush like a tomato in front of him but he had a way with words when it came to me.

He reached up, removing my hands from my face and holding my hands in his. He needed to see your face while he poured his heart out. “Just let me get this all out okay. My suits aren’t the only thing in my life that I care about anymore. It’s you, it’s always gonna be you Y/n. That’s what all the purchases are because I was looking for the perfect way to ask you out and to have you maybe move in with me.”

“You want me to move in with you. Are you serious?” Covering my mouth with my hands I couldn’t believe what I was hearing right now.

He sent me a glare crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s what you got from my whole declaration of love speech?”

“Forgive me if this is all of sudden on me. I mean of course I want to do that with you. I want to be with you. It’s just all overwhelming for me. I hear you saying these wonderful things yet I have nothing to tell me that I am not dreaming right now-“

He cut my ramblings off, cupping my face in his hands and kissing me deeply where I would have fallen weak to my knees if I was standing upright. I gasped moving my hands over his black fitted shirt until I was holding onto his shoulders kissing him back slowly.

Tony tilled my head downward to give him the opportunity to deepen the kiss. I sighed into the feeling only dreaming that this would happen until this very moment. I lifted one hand fisting his black hair in my fingers hearing him moan into the kiss until we needed air. “You’re not dreaming, baby. My feelings are 3,000 percent real.”

“3,000 that’s quite a lot. Are you sure I’m worth Iron Man’s time?” I questioned him, chuckling with my arms draped around his neck.

He sent me a half smile leaning forward kissing me softly. “I’ll buy, make or do whatever I have to do to make you see that you are all I want. I want us to be together. I want it that way forever.”

“Tony, that’s not necessary. I already said I’d move in with you.” I shake my head laying my head against his chest where he wrapped his arms around my waist. He lays his chin on top of my head just holding me close to his chest briefly.

He mumbled into my hair moving it behind my ear. “I mean I actually am getting a few other ways to show you in mind if you're up for it.”

“Really…Do those plans change when I tell you I'm still a virgin?” I blushed the second the words left my mouth, terrified of what he would say now.

Tony tilted my head up resting his forehead against mine where I could feel his breath on my face when he spoke. “No way, honey. It just means that I have the honor of making it so enjoyable for you.”

“I like the sound of that, Stark. So tonight or…” I trailed off feeling a little bold.

Yet to my surprise he didn't jump at the idea of taking me upstairs like I thought he would. He in fact did the opposite and just kissed me slowly. “As much as I am turned on by the thought not tonight. When it happens I want you to have the best date night of your life, baby.”

“You ain't a bad guy, Tony. I'm glad we're together now.” I smiled up at him wrapping my arms around his neck drawing him down for another deep kiss.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[written-in-flowers]

Could you pretty please do another part to the only mine one that you just posted? The one with Otto and the Targaryen reader?? The smut there would be so amazing lol! Otto being all sexy Dom on their wedding night and her being all innocent and gentle. 🥺🥺🥺 please please please! 😂😂

Also, feel free to totally ignore if it’s not something you want to do lol! No pressure I just figured I would ask!

The Bedding

Pairing: Otto x Targ!Reader (daemon's daughter)

It's based on this fic right here: All Mine

Warnings: virgin!reader, old/young dynamic (consensual), oral sex (m. and f. giving/receiving), lots of breast and nipple play, light anal play, breeding kink, multiple sex rounds, multiple sex positions, lots of check-ins, otto being the nicest lover ever,

Word Count: 6k

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The wedding of Ser Otto Hightower, Hand of the King, and Y/N Targaryen, niece of King Viserys, was by all accounts marvelous. Otto would've preferred a small ceremony and supper, but Viserys would not allow it. He said this marriage between their families once again should be celebrated lavishly. So, Otto allowed the council to host a tourney in his and your honor. Otto sat beside you as men knocked each other off horses all day, the victor finally crowning you as his Queen of Love and Beauty. Later, he listened to all the mummers, singers, and dancers who came forward. He ate the long line of courses, drinking small amounts of wine, and dancing with you when you requested it. He accepted ‘congratulations’ and well-wishes from friends, family and fellow lords. He smiled when you asked him for a kiss and again, when you both cut the wedding pie, with several doves flying out of it. 

It was a grand affair; one to rival his previous wedding to his first wife. 

But that was not the part he looked forward to. No, Otto sat throughout the night beside you, counting the minutes until he could finally claim you. When he danced with you, he held himself back with near pain. You looked beautiful. Alicent, wanting to give a proper gift, had paid for your wedding gown. A white silk dress that just barely fell off your shoulders, it had golden flowers embroidered into the bodice and down the center of your skirt. His own gift hung from your neck: a gold necklace with white pearls hanging off it. He regularly imagined tonight when he’d slowly strip you down to your nakedness, kissing and fondling your young body while you whined and whimpered. He bit down on his inner cheek thinking of your virgin cunt, untouched and unspoiled by anyone else, and how it’ll be his after tonight. You will be his. You are his. 

As the night drew to a close, he spotted you talking to Alicent and several other ladies. His previous nerves settled when Alicent said she accepted the union. You are, after all, one of her dearest friends. After the marriage to Viserys, Rhaenyra had distanced herself from her childhood companion and cousin, so you only had one another. While the title of ‘stepmother’ did not sit right with you, you were happy she did not hate you. Being only a few years older than both Alicent and Rhaenyra, the age difference between you and your new stepdaughter was narrow. Perhaps his daughter saw what he did: either you married her father and stayed in King’s Landing or she’ll lose her only friend to a Pentoshi merchant across the Narrow Sea. You both hugged, kissing each other’s cheeks, before parting. When you turned around, he saw the nervous smile you gave him. You must be teeming with anxiousness about your wedding night. 

"Husband," you said nervously, though still smiling shyly, "Did you enjoy the feast?"

"Greatly," he replied, stepping closer so only you heard him, "Though, not as greatly as I'm going to enjoy you."

You looked at him bashfully, giggling at his implication. He offered you his arm, which you took and walked with him home. His body burned with anticipation. He did not know how much longer he could hold back. Otto ordered his household staff not to disturb you both for the rest of the night. The last thing he wanted was being interrupted. Otto brought you into the bedchamber, his cock hardening the moment you looked over at him. Warmth crept up his neck to his cheeks, and he suppressed the feral growl the sight of you brought. His eyes scanned over your body as he walked over to you. 

"How are you feeling, my love?" He asked gently.

"I must admit, I am quite anxious."

"You don't need to be," he said, coming closer to you, "We don't have to do it tonight, if you're uncomfortable." As much as it'd pain him to say it, your consent has always been part of his fantasy. 

"No, no, I would like to…do that…," you replied, "But nobody has ever…I have never…"

"As it should be," he told you, pulling you closer to him. Otto examined the features of your face, cupping your chin and tracing your bottom lip. He placed a chaste kiss on them first, then another and another. "I will show you," he assured you, kissing you once more, "Let us get rid of these clothes." 

He brought you to the long mirror nearby, and carefully began untying your dress from behind. He made sure you felt his fingers on your bare skin, knuckles brushing your spine as he went downwards. "You were beautiful tonight," he said, "I could barely take my eyes off you."

"Thank you," he saw you grin in the mirror. You gasped when he slid your gown off your shoulders and down to your waist, "My lord-"

"-As I have told you already, love," he said in your ear, letting the skirt fall to the floor and leaving you in only your chemise, bodice and stockings. "You may call me Otto now. I want to hear you say it all night," he kissed right beneath your ear and down your neck. When you giggled, he said, "Does that tickle you?"

"Yes," you smiled, shuddering when he continued untying your corset, and taking it off you. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your neck, and cupping your breasts. Your laughter turned into another gasp, and you forgot about the ticklish sensation. Otto groaned at the weight of your breasts in his hands. He gave them a gentle squeeze, and soon your nipples prodded his palms. This caused him to pinch them softly, rolling them between his fingers through the thin shift you wore. All the blood in his body rushed to his groin, where his cock pulsed in his trousers. He wanted to take it out, and shove it deep into you. But, he practiced patience once more. Otto glanced into the mirror to see you watching him, shivering and biting your lower lip.

"Do you like it when I do this?" He asked, still groping your tits. 

"Yes," you nodded. "It feels good."

“Do you like it softly?” He brushed both his thumbs over your nipples gently, seeing you shivering against him. “Or would you like me to go harder?” 

You winced when he pinched and rolled them harshly, and you shook your head, “Softly, please.”

He returned to gently palming and teasing. “If I do anything you do not enjoy,” he said, “Tell me. I do not wish to make this unpleasant for you.” He kissed up your neck, saying in your ear, “I cherish you so dearly. I’d hate myself if I caused you discomfort or made you feel you must do this.” 

“I do want this,” you told him, confirming it by putting your hands on top of his. “I have for a long time. Please, Otto, don’t stop. Make me yours; make me yours so my father cannot take me away.”

“I’d kill him first, King’s brother or not,” he grunted, pressing his cock into your back and cupping your breasts delicately. He hooked his fingers on the last layer, and said, "May I? Or would you rather leave it on?"

"Y-you may."

He exhaled deeply and carefully lifted it off you. It was like unwrapping a gift. The curves and dips aroused him even further. In nothing but stockings, the sight overshadowed anything his fantasies conjured up. Otto's eyes fell down to your sex and his mouth watered. He saw the lips and pictured the sweet pearl in between them. You turned away, embarrassed and aroused at the same time. You put both your hands over it out of habit, but Otto gently pulled them apart again. 

"There is no need to be shy, dearest," he told you, eyes looking back down to your pussy. He wanted to bury his face in it, giving you ultimate pleasure over and over. But, he held himself back. "I'm your husband now. It's alright to show your body to me." 

“Forgive me,” you said, “I’ve never been this…exposed before.”

“It is a feeling you will get used to,” he kissed your neck softly, “Especially with me as your husband.” 

When he cupped your bare breasts again, he took their supple flesh and hardened nipples. He toyed with them, making you squirm in his arms. Otto noted how your bare flesh felt smooth on his palms, and the wrinkles in your hard nipples brushed his thumbs. He briefly pictured the things he could do to your tits alone, and the visions drove him wild. He turned your head and kissed you deeply. You moaned softly into his mouth, and he moaned right back. His cock strained against his breeches, the tent pressing into your back as he started running his hands up and down your sides. You yelped when you felt him push into you. He took the opportunity to grasp your hips, letting you know where his hands were and where they’d go next. 

"Would you like me to touch you there?" He asked you between kisses, "Or do you want me to keep touching you this way?"

"Um, I…"

"I will not be upset at either answer," he replied, going back up your body. "We can go to the bed, if that will make you more comfortable."

"I'd like that."

He brought you over to the bed, watching you climb to the pillows and rest there. Your thighs remained squeezed together, and saw you shudder. Otto took a moment to dress down to his shirt and breeches, before joining you on the bed. Delicately, he spread your thighs to see your sex in front of him. His jaw fell open at the sight of it so close and within reach. But, he refrained once again and laid down beside you. He continued kissing and caressing you. He wouldn't force you to do anything; he'd hate to ruin this perfect moment with hastiness. But, he groaned when something touched his groin. 

"Is this okay?" You asked him meekly, keeping your hand there. 

"Yes," he breathed, "Yes, it is."

"Do I keep rubbing like this?" You asked, still tracing his bulge. 

"Yes."

Otto left enough space for you to comfortably grope him. He pulled you to him, bringing your leg over his as you continued touching and kissing. His arousal tenfolded when you started cupping him earnestly, going up and down his length through his pants. He did not want to rush you into seeing his cock, but he wished he could. The animalistic part of him wanted to lay you on your back and take you. Your tits in his hands, that same feeling continued throbbing inside him. He bent you back to take one nipple in his mouth. This next step had you whining and shivering. He gave it a careful suck, tender and light, and swirled his tongue over the very tip of your nipple. He did the same, suckling on one while massasing the other. When he kissed up your neck, you went back to fondling him. 

"Otto," you whispered his name, "May I…" you hesitated, looking down at his crotch. "May I…"

"May you 'what', darling? Use your words, angel."

He knew what you were going to ask, but he wanted to hear you say it. 

"May I take it out?" You asked in a single breath. "I've never seen one before. I’d like to see yours."

"Of course you may," he answered, sucking one of your nipples before rolling onto his back for you. 

You knelt beside him, shaky fingers undoing the laces his cock pushed forward. Otto continued watching you, putting every naked inch of you to memory. He saw a mixture of eagerness and hesitancy in your eyes. You knew what you’d see, but never seen one in the flesh. He was glad your first would be his. You undid the flap of his breeches, then slipped your hand inside. The feeling of your cold hand on his hot muscle made him hum softly. When you took it out, you looked at it while timidly stroking him. He brought you back over to him as you did this, gripping your backside with one hand and kissing your neck. Otto groaned in your neck, focused on the hand jerking him slowly. You ran your thumb up under his tip, giving a soft squeeze so a droplet of precum came out. Otto’s heartbeat drummed in his ears. You held him out to see his full length and balls underneath. He isn't an intimidating size, yet you still pouted.

"What if it doesn't fit?" You asked him worriedly, smushing the precum leaking from the hole to test its slickness. "Lady Dustin said that can happen if a man's too big."

He chuckled, and kissed you, "It will fit just fine. I'll be gentle with you." 

"Would you like me to use my mouth?" 

Yes, yes he would. He'd kill a man to have your mouth wrapped around it, tenderly sucking and moaning. "If you wish to," he said. "I will not force it on you.”

“I’d like to…try it.”

“Then, be my guest, love.”

He watched with bated breath as you lowered your mouth over his head. Your tongue tentatively licked the precum from him. You swallowed it once, then did it a second and third time. The very touch of your tongue of his sensitive flesh had Otto quivering. He ran his hand up and down your back soothingly, simply taking in the curve of your spine and smooth skin. You then licked the shaft up and down. His excitement grew when he saw you take a space between his thighs, tug his pants further down and take the base of him in your hand. Your eyes met his while your mouth slowly engulfed the tip. You sucked him softly, unsure whether he liked it or not. But, when he groaned suddenly at the tongue licking the underside, you took it as a sign to continue. He wondered where you’d learned of this act. It is not the sort of thing Septas or mothers told their daughters. Then again, Prince Daemon is your father; you must’ve heard stories about the whorehouses he visited. This excited Otto: picturing you in a brothel, laying naked on a bed while you learned how to pleasure men. Imagining you doing it for his benefit made him harder. 

“Am I doing it right?” you asked nervously, stroking him still. 

“Yes, yes you are,” he huffed, removing his shirt to cool himself down. “Keep going like that.” 

You continued enthusiastically, starting to take in more of him whenever he praised you. His eyes fell shut at the feeling of your mouth around him. The pleasure heightened when he remembered whose daughter you were, and the look on his face should he find you about your marriage. Otto took hold of your hair, simply to feel a part of you as you continued sucking him. He pictured Daemon’s face, enraged and scowling at him when he sees you wed and pregnant. Because, yes, he will impregnate you. He will fill you with his seed, and pray it quickened there. Otto had no interest in having more children until tonight, when he imagined you swollen and round with a child inside you. His child. Otto let out a long groan at the soft tongue sliding up and down the underside of his cock. He looked down to see your cheeks hollowed out, and stuffing him in your mouth. Innocent, pleading eyes gazed back up at him, eager for more praise and encouragement. 

“Such a pretty girl,” he purred, lifting you from his groin and sitting to kiss you. He didn’t mind the taste on your lips or in your mouth. Your kisses were addictive, and he’d indulge himself every chance. “You’re doing so well, pet,” he murmured, pecking your lips. 

“Do you like it?” you asked sweetly, stroking his hard cock in your hand. “Am I pleasing you, Husband?”

“Yes,” he breathed, grabbing your breast for a gentle squeeze, “Yes, you are. I’d like you to keep doing it just how you were: slow and gentle.” 

“As you wish.”

The Seven truly favored him. Nothing aroused him more than hearing you obey his very whims, eager to please and pleasure him. You both fondled one another for a moment before he laid back down, groaning as he watched you slide him back into your mouth. You did as he asked. You tenderly sucked his length and hummed around it softly. He could tell by the way you rocked your hips to the bed, your cunt ached for him. Otto gripped the bed underneath him as he thought of your virginal sex dripping, throbbing and fluttering. When you picked up your pace, due to your arousal, he couldn’t help thrusting into your throat. He heard you gag, and he immediately withdrew. 

“Forgive me, love,” he panted, “You arouse me so much, I’m having difficulty holding back my keenness for you.”

You pulled away, coughing and looking at him, “I do?”

“You do. Gods���.come here.”

He brought you back to him, your thighs straddling his waist as he greedily kissed you. He allowed you to grind against his wet member, enjoying the sensation of your hard clit and soaked folds stroking him. You mewled and whined at the friction; you wrapped your arms around him and moaned into his mouth. Otto put his arms around your waist to grab your bottom. The deepest, darkest, filthiest parts of his desires involved doing things to your tight, round ass. He pictured himself buried deep inside it, you moaning and unable to handle the pleasure mounting inside you. He gave both cheeks a tender squeeze, and guided you along his length. You squealed when one of his fingers brushed against the center, and you broke from him. 

“I’m sorry,” he crooned, still grinding and groping you, “Did you not like that?”

“I…I don’t know,” you replied nervously. 

“Would you like me to do it again, and if you don’t I’ll stop?”

Only when you nodded did he continue stroking that area lightly. He went in time with your gyrating hips, still grabbing both your ass cheeks and massaging them. He knew you enjoyed it when you pushed yourself into his hands. Sucking lightly on his neck, he growled at the feeling of your tight entrance against his fingertips. Eventually, he sensed you starting to tremble on top of him. He left your bottom to smooth his hands over your back and shoulders; he trailed down your thighs and back to your sides where he cupped your chest again. You sat up on him, hands on either side of him as you went faster. Otto thought he might burst right then, but he’s an experienced man who is well trained in patience. 

“Otto,” you cried out, “It…It tingles.”

“It’s supposed to, sweetling,” he moaned. “Would you like to cum now, or do you want to cum together?”

“Together.”

Otto rested you on your back, staying between your thighs as he kissed you again. Able to control the pace, Otto allowed you a short cooling period to gather yourself again, so he pecked along your hips and thighs for the time being. He knew you’d orgasm right away if he let it continue, and he’d normally give it to you. Yet, he wanted your bedding to be special. He didn’t want you looking back on tonight with disappointment or regret or shame. Part of his fantasy was you aching for more, wanting and craving him and his cock. Simply marrying you isn’t enough. He wanted you to want him, so then he could throw it in your father’s face when he uncovers the truth. 

Feeling you relaxed on the bed, he started making his way towards your center once more. “Now, my darling, it is my turn to taste you,” he said against the flesh of your thigh.

"On me? Where?"

"Down here," he looked down at your sex again. 

"People do that?" 

"Some," he replied, rubbing the side of one lip and making you shudder. "I certainly enjoy it. I've been very, very, very," he rested his mouth right over your sex. It glistened, and he smelled that natural aroma that came from your heat, "Eager to kiss yours. Would you like me to do it for you?"

You nodded your approval, and tried staying still for him. His mouth salivated seeing a trickle of wetness there now. Your thighs and abdomen tensed when he rolled his thumb from bottom to top, spreading the sticky substance over your clit. The moment he brushed the small nub, you took a sharp intake. He smirked, and continued rubbing it slowly in circles. He fell in love with your pussy right there and then. Otto rested over your cunt, where he switched from thumb to tongue. The new sensation made you melt underneath him. Your juices coated his tongue, and he tasted your sweetness right away. When you started wriggling around, he buried his tongue further in to focus on your clit specifically. You gasped and your back arched as he lapped your pussy. 

"Otto," you squeaked when he rapidly flicked over your clit, "Otto, oh god, Otto…" 

"I take it my beautiful bride is enjoying my tongue?" He asked, sneering and sucking your clit as he did it. 

"Yes," you nodded, "Please, don't stop."

Otto held you by your thighs and suckled at your pussy. He hummed against you just to hear you moaning his name. Otto looked up to see you massaging your breasts and teasing your nipples, and he groaned. You were the most erotic, sensual being he'd ever seen. He wanted to stay like this until the end of time, making love to you and seeing your naked body. To avoid too much overstimulation so early, Otto stopped kissing your pussy and instead pushed a finger to your entrance. He only had to look up and see your permission before carefully sliding inside. Your walls pulsed around his finger each time he slid in and out, nearly pulling them inside. He kept his thumb circling your clit in time with his gradual pace. Soon, he added a second.

"Is this alright?" He asked you. 

"It feels…different."

"I know," he said, "But do you like it?"

"I do," you nodded. 

"It doesn't hurt?"

"Not too much."

"Good," he pecked your inner thigh, "If it ever hurts, tell me."

You nodded, and let him continue. Otto teased your clit, letting the pad of his thumb circle the bundle while his fingers slunk in and out. He saw how his fingers stretched your hole, and the way your body reacted to his intrusion. Occasionally, he’d relax his thumb and switch to his mouth to suck up the sweet juices spilling from you. When you started pushing yourself to his face, he moved his hand faster. He was sure any guard standing outside would hear you moaning his name while he mercilessly flicked your clit. The mixture of fluids made fingering you easier, and your pussy clenched the digits curling inside you. His fingertips found purchase on the spongy, sensitive spot that made you quake each time he touched it, and he continued going. 

Then, he stopped. Despite your disappointed groaning, your first orgasm would be with him inside you. He didn’t ask if you were ready. He knew you were by how you spread your legs further apart, giving him plenty of space to occupy. He grabbed your ankles and lifted them to your chest. Otto pressed his tip to your entrance, tapping and slapping himself against it for a while, before finally plunging inside you. Your eyes widened, and you yelped from the first penetration. Breathing heavily and grabbing onto his shoulders, he knew he’d done something right. Otto kept a delicate, slow speed, knowing he’s much wider than his fingers and you’d need a minute to adjust to his size. 

“Does it hurt, precious?” he asked you, grunting as he filled you fully now and desperate to pound you. 

“A little,” you admitted, wincing when he entered at a different angle. 

Yes, perhaps your body isn’t ready for certain positions. Otto let go of your ankles and let your legs wrap around him naturally. Holding you close, he kissed you while thrusting carefully into you. 

“Is this better?” he asked you between kisses. 

You nodded, grabbing onto his shoulders and humming softly. Otto wanted to ravage you. He wanted to pin you down and have his way. Every instinct in his screamed to fuck you like a whore, but he refrained. There’d be plenty of time for that down the road. Right now, he was content to hold, kiss, and rock himself into you. He went back to teasing your nipples, knowing you enjoyed him touching them. He did this even as he flipped onto his back with you in his grasp. The new position made you wince, but not for long. Like before, you rolled your hips on his and your moans grew louder. 

Otto let you enjoy yourself on him. He held onto your hips as you experimented with different speeds and angles, finding the ones you liked best and enjoying them thoroughly. You particularly liked the ones where your clit brushed into his pubic bone, but he used his fingers for this whenever you started riding him. Hands on his chest, your moans began matching your bounces and he couldn’t help admiring you. Though, after a time, he noticed you starting to weaken and grow sluggish even with the need to orgasm encouraging you onwards. Otto took hold of you properly, ceasing your movements, and pushing himself into you. 

“How’s that?” he asked breathily, your cunt gripping him tightly and milking him each time. The squishing of fluids between you became more audible, and he almost picked up speed. “Is it better?” 

“Goo-Good,” you mumbled, hanging onto him as he pumped inside you. “Otto, would you…would you…”

“Yes, love?”

“Would you go faster?”

“Faster, hm? You mean like this?” he picked up the pace very slightly, though not enough to hurt you. 

“No, faster.”

“Like this?” He kept a firm grip on you as he bucked his hips faster, the slapping of skin matching the bed knocking into the wall behind him. “You wish for me to have you like this?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

The new angle had you squealing as he rammed himself into your sex. For added pleasure, he rolled his thumb around your swollen clit and another pinching one of your nipples. Your nails dug into his chest, leaving small half-crescents on his skin, and scratches down his front. He knew your climax was coming, since your sex tightened considerably and he thrusted deeper inside. Otto felt his own starting to tighten his muscles, and slowly gained momentum the longer you rode him. He couldn’t stop himself this time. He needed you to cum. He wanted to be the reason you did. 

“Otto, Otto, I’m…I’m…”

“I know, sweetling,” he huffed. “I know. You can. Go on, cum for me…cum on my cock like a good pet and let me fill you with mine.”

And as all good girls do, your orgasm erupted from you. Head thrown back, spine curved and your body shaking in every wave, your first true orgasm filled the room. Mixtures of his name and exclamations fueled his own desire, and he soon followed you. Your tight cunt quivered around his length as he spilled his seed into you, his juices mixing with yours. Otto wished he could bask in the moment, forever hanging in bliss with you. But, like all good things, it ended and you fell on top of him, sweaty and gasping for breath. Otto did not pull out of you until he’d softened completely, helping you onto your back to avoid his semen coming out. He meant it when he said he’d put a child in you. 

Removing the rest of his clothes, Otto slipped you back into his arms and kissed you passionately. His hands gently roamed over your body, while yours did the same to him. Otto felt triumphant. He’d claimed the woman of his dreams and made her his wife. The thought alone had him sliding back into your tightness, pumping you gently from behind on your sides. His fingers spread the cum inside of you over your over-sensitive sex while his cock hardened within you. He gripped your breasts in his hands and teased your nipples. 

“Otto,” you breathed, “It’s so sensitive.”

“I know, darling,” he moaned, sliding out of your pussy and going back in with short thrusts, “But you feel so good. Just let me have you once more, then you can sleep.”

“You can go for as long as you like,” you replied, putting one his hands back on your clit and guiding him over it, “I won’t stop you.”

This encouraged him to keep on going. It took you both longer to finish now that the initial orgasm happened, but it was still as sweet a second time. He couldn’t help himself. Otto spent the night pawing and groping your body; your soft moans aroused him every time, and he enjoyed feasting on your overstimulated sex every time. You returned the favor by sucking on him after the third round, tired but still so needy for him. By the time exhaustion and reason came back over you both, your bodies were planted on the mattress. Otto held you close, kissing you once or twice as you drifted to sleep in his arms. He felt the distinct stickiness between your thighs, and fell asleep imagining Daemon’s face when he learned the truth. 

****

You woke up the next morning in Otto's arms. His light breaths broke the early morning silence, and you counted each one. His warm arms kept you encapsulated against him, and it was strange but oddly good. You liked feeling his hard body pressed to your back, his arms keeping you close and safe. Idly, you ran your own fingers over the light arm hairs, feeling more heat come off his skin. Everything smelled like him. The pillows, the sheets and blankets all carried Otto's light musk, which you inhaled deeply. As the silence continued, you thought about last night. 

A delightful night that felt borderline magical. From the ceremony, to the feast, and to the bedding, you couldn't stop smiling. You'd originally felt hesitant to marry Otto. You knew it'd enrage your father beyond sense if he learned what you'd done. He'd kill you like he'd killed your mother. He had his new wife and daughters now; he did not have use for you. But, when Otto promised he'd protect you as he'd done since you arrived, you believed him. Adding to this safety was your mother’s family. Your Vale relatives rejoiced at the announcement, and all gathered in King’s Landing for the ceremony. Your grandfather, Lord Royce, gave you away in place of your father. He said your mother is watching over you always, and would have approved of this smart match.  

The man currently holding you would never put you in harm's way. He adored you. He loved you. Not as a father might for a daughter, but as a man for a woman. You willingly gave yourself to him because you knew he'd be careful with you. He held you as if you were made of glass, being delicate and gentle with your body. When he broke your maidenhead, you felt safe. You were his now. You were happy with that. 

Some time passed before you slid carefully from Otto's embrace. Last night came back in sore muscles and a slight pain between your legs. You liked it though. It made your bedding much more real to you. You pulled on a chemise and bedrobe when Otto stirred in the bed. 

"Y/N?" You loved how he said your name, so intimately and informal. Titles no longer stood as a barrier anymore. 

"Yes, Otto?" You grinned, immediately returning to the bed in your clothes. 

"Are you well?" He asked, pulling you to him for a prickly kiss. You shuddered remembering that mustache and beard on your naked flesh, and briefly wanting it again. "You are not in too much pain, I hope?"

"There is some, but nothing I cannot handle," you replied, kissing him again. "Last night was the best night of my life."

"And of mine, sweetling."

You rested beside him, arm draped over his stomach and kissed him once more. Running your fingertips over his chest and abdomen, he gave a low rumble and pulled you onto him again. Kissing him deeply, tongues sliding over one another, you gradually grinded against him. Soft whimpers escaped you as your bare sex found his cock once more, sliding over the flaccid shaft under you. Otto’s warm hands went underneath your gown to grasp your bottom, and this time you moaned your pleasure at the touch. Your sex throbbed against his tip, the bulb pressing to your dampening sex over and over. 

“Can I?” you pouted, pecking his lips and whirling your hips to hear him groan. “Please, Otto?”

“Yes…” he breathed, hands gripping your ass, “Yes, please.”

He tugged down the neckline of your dress and fondled both your breasts once more. You moaned at their gentle touch, palms pressing your nipples and fingers kneading the suppleness. The pinching fingers on your nipples made you rock on him desperately, whimpering and whining at the light tingles it brought. Soon, you sensed his cock pulsating under you, and you eased it into your aching sex. Nothing felt as good as being filled by your new husband. You found yourself becoming easily addicted to the sensation. Despite the twinges of pain, you rode Otto. Thighs helping you bounce on his length in short strokes, you felt him immediately pressing into that special spot inside you. Otto continuing to play with your nipples only added to the tightness building in your pussy. It was when he started pushing up into you that you nearly came around him. You never imagined sex being this enjoyable. Alicent told you it hurt. You thought it’d be awful and shameful, but Otto didn’t make it so. You bent forward, giving him access to your breasts and met his hips in the middle. 

“Oh gods…” you moaned, “Otto, don’t stop. It…It feels so-so good…”

“I know, angel,” he grunted, rolling you onto your back so you yelped in surprise. “It will be every time, I promise,” he said, pecking at your lips. 

Pinning your wrists to the bed, your husband ravaged you. You didn’t mind. You submitted your body to him completely. The bed hit the wall behind you each time, drowning out the moans and cries you both released. Your orgasms came sooner than you’d wanted, and Otto’s hot semen spilled inside you once again. You prayed it sunk deep and planted itself in your womb. You’d love nothing more than to have a child of your own; Otto being the father will make it even sweeter. Otto trembled on top of you, lightly kissing your chest and neck before finding your lips. You locked your legs around his waist to keep him buried between your thighs. 

“Let us not leave yet,” you cooed, kissing him back. “Let us stay here and keep doing this. I want nothing else today.”

Otto chuckled against your lips, “We must, I’m afraid. I am Hand of the King. I am needed at his side during meetings.”

“His Grace is a man grown. He can handle affairs without you for one day.” You lifted your chest slightly to push your breasts to him, and said, “Please? If not all day, then a little while longer? I believe I have yet to have my fill of you.”

He paused, considering the request before kissing you, “Did I not fill you enough last night?”

“Not nearly,” you said, putting his hand on your breast, “I don’t want to stop until I’m pregnant with your child.” You then added, “I can imagine nothing would upset my father more than me being pregnant with your child, Otto.”

He hummed against your neck, and laughed, “Have we resorted to scheming to get my attention, love?”

“If that is what it takes,” you smiled, enjoying the warmth and weight of him on top of you. “Please, Otto, stay with me.”

You knew you’d won him over when he rolled his hips into you once more, making you squeak from the sudden movement. “May we at least break our fast?” he asked, “You must be famished after last night.”

“I admit I am.”

“Then I will call for a spread.” 

He kissed you one final time, grabbed his own robe and left the bed. You stayed on the bed, soaking in more of Otto’s scent and warmth, and felt his remnants dripping between your thighs. It had not been a persuasive lie. It was a fact. You did not speak to your father, but you knew he disliked and distrusted Otto. His daughter being married and pregnant by his greatest rival would enrage him. Even if he ignored you. Even if he showed nothing but disdain at the thought of your mother. You’d foiled his plans for a political alliance as well as married into the family he disliked more than your mother’s. He’ll be furious with you. Watching Otto give orders to a maid, you did not care. Let the Rogue Prince throw a temper tantrum if he wishes. Nothing worries you anymore. 

You had Otto, and that was enough for you. 

***

A/N: two people had more or less the same request, so I went ahead and put them together <3 here’s more otto smut. Also, so sorry about the time between postings. I'm currently working on my own novel lately, since I hope to publish soon, but I am gonna try getting through some things on here. Thank you for sticking around lol

[importantgalaxyrunaway]

Comments- Colby Brock x y/n- part 7-

AUTHORS NOTE: omg guys I am so so sorry just got back into Sam and Colby and decided to finish this in my drafts I had like a paragraph written already. This is my first time back into writing fanfiction since a concussion i had so I’m trying my best sorry it’s so short this is a continuation of my series where y/n got possessed in the last part

warnings: mentions on possession, fluff, slight slight angst,

“Babe” Colby called from his computer “you should come see this”

after me getting possessed I insisted on them posting the video. We were so lucky that we caught it on camera. They were hesitant at first but I said I want people to know what happened. It’s insane that I got possessed but I want people to know what really happened. It was a really scary experience. But I’m still really worried about the video. Would they say I’m just overreacting?. That it was fake and I was just a coward? But I always get some kind of nervous when they post a video with me in it. But this video was special. I still haven’t gotten to watch it yet. I had spent most of the time recovering and spending my time with Colby.

I go over to the computer and see him sitting reading comments. I sit down on his lap, even though he’s just wearing such a simple outfit sweatshirt and comfy pants he still looks hot. I look through the comments and to my surprise they are divided into basically two parts (well maybe 3 with the amount of people commenting “I don’t claim any negative energy from this video”) the first is about how scary it was when I got possessed and how bad they feel for me. The second is how people are talking about how they think me and Colby are dating and that there is so much chemistry between us. Another thing I noticed is that the video went viral. I mean stupid viral, more than most of their videos combined. It had only been out for 5 days and it already reached 50 million views!!! Mostly I think because of my possession from outside viewers who weren’t subscribed but there were plenty of fans. Some of the comments said the following:

Cheriklover333: I feel so bad for y/n she looks so scared I cant imagine how horrible it must feel to be posses like that

kurtwagnerisacinnimonroll: did anyone notice how Colby looked at y/n 😩. I need someone like that and did yall notice her hickeys 😳

Polaris-alt-account: people who think Colby and y/n are dating 👇

that comment had over 500k likes

I groan “shit! Shit! Shit!” I rub my temples “colbs I never wanted this im sorry I dragged you into this—“

“hey hey it’s okay baby” he wraps his arms around me and presses his head on top of mine. The weight of his body on mine feels good. The closeness and warmth feels good. His hands slip into mine and grasp it lightly but firm. He is protective but caring. “You didn’t drag me into anything. I don’t care what people think I just wanna be yours”

I nod but I still have tears in my eyes not much and I feel stupid for crying but I can’t help but think I’m the one that got us into this whole mess. My gaze drifts back to the computer monitor

rosefromtitanic: you guys need to chill yes I see the way he looks at her but they should come out and say it before we jump to conclusions I think they should do a Q and A

a smile on my face appears as a light bulb practically goes off in my brain. My eyes wander to my boyfriend. And again I’m taken aback by just how breathtaking he is…I can see his muscles and I wonder what under his shirt…………snap out of it!! You need to focus.

“colbs how do you feel about about making our relationship public?”

Edit: I TRIED I REALLY DID ITS THE BEST I COULD DO FEEDBACK PLEASE!!! might write a part 8. But x men is currently my hyperfixation and am definitely going to be writing for Peter maximof and young Charles Xavier so if you’re interested send ideas. Going to write for young Coryo snow even though he’s evil he’s hot. Tried my best couldn’t leave you all hanging

[knightyoomyoui]

[ONE-SHOT SPECIAL] Jeongyeon x M/F Reader - "You're Beautiful"

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My life is brilliant

It was a bright, breezy Saturday morning. You entered your organized workplace and trailed towards the curtained window, spreading it wide open to display the astonishing view outside the street.

You smiled at the atmosphere of this day, as brilliant as your life has been so far. Grabbing your favorite chair that the cushion may have imprinted your butt from the amount of time you used to sat there while working long on each of your masterpieces, you placed it in front of your empty canva.

Picking each of your paint tubes and some off the colors you'll be going to use for another artwork, you returned to your seat with the tools in the grasp of your hands.

Staring at the blank canva, you smiled as you decided that the subject of this week's painting of yours would be the source of your energy and inspiration to live everyday. 

My life is brilliant, my love is pure I saw an angel, of that I'm sure

One stroke of brush for the occupied train.

In your mind, you narrated the experience you just had from a one particular day. You were on your way home after meeting up with a friend who decided to visit the city.

Entering the subway, hopping down the stairs along with dozen of people walking back and forth, you went on a booth and claimed a ticket to gave you access for a train ride.

You sat on a bench and texted your friend to let the time pass while waiting for the train to arrive. As it did, you quickly halted your conversation with him and you stepped behind the yellow line, the train slowly approaching in front of the next passengers.

The doors opened and people began to entered altogether. It created a little stampede which is pretty normal, but some people are just acting like pricks to the point that they couldn't give a damn about anybody else. That's what you got when somebody accidentally pushed you too rough.

I saw an angel, of that I'm sure She smiled at me on the subway

"Aish shibal." You whispered to yourself as you tilted your head to locate who the hell pushed you that hard.

You felt your shoulder being poked, you turned around and yes, giving a stranger some attention was kind of a risky move but this right here was almost dangerous when you did so.

'Cause when you turned your head to the right, your heart skipped a beat as a woman whose visuals almost resemble an angel was standing close in front of you, her perplexion is present in her face.

"Uhh, are you okay?" She asked you.

"M-me?" You were slightly puzzled as to why she was asking about how well you are. It was then you noticed that your shoulder is brushing nos against hers, you weren't even this close with anybody else earlier. This only means that-

"Oh my God. D-did I bumped into you?" You nervously asked.

"Y-yeah. It was strong, I was taken aback when you did so, but I heard you curse so I guess, you didn't do it on purpose." She asked you. You were almost dazed on listening to her lovely, melodic voice. It was kind of deep and sultry type of low. That had you impressed at how great she sounded in you.

It almost distracted you but thankfully, you have very active senses after waking up and to use for the rest of the day. "Yeah, I didn't. I got pushed by somebody, didn't know who it was but... I'm s-sorry."

She smiled at you, the brightest and mesmerizing thing you've ever seen that not even the outstanding view of Seoul nor your entire paintings would ever compare to this precious one. That shine immediately assured you that her purity and kindness had already set you forgiven for your innocence.

"It's completely fine. It didn't hurt anyway."

Thank God it didn't, because swear to the heavens above that you couldn't forgive yourself applying pain on this woman or worse, making her cry.

You bowed at her sheepishly, in which you earned the same gesture but with a mix of a fluttering chuckle from her. Oh so was so cute, you screamed deep inside. You blushed and hid your face from her.

She was with another man But I won't lose no sleep on that 'Cause I've got a plan

Throughout the length of the ride, you tried to distract yourself away from this world by listening to your own custom playlist but instead your focus was being attracted to the world of this lady beside you like a magnet as you can hear her voice speaking. It was even more pleasant to listen at than your favorite songs.

You just noticed that she wasn't actually speaking alone, but rather she was with another man on the other side of her. They look close together and your smile twitched before it loses its natural state. The presence of the man didn't bothered you though, as you still come up with a plan to approach her kindly.

You're beautiful, you're beautiful You're beautiful, it's true I saw your face, in a crowded place And I don't know what to do 'Cause I'll never be with you

One stroke of brush for the reflection view of the subway.

"The train has arrived in Suwon. Please check if there's any belongings left behind. Thank you and have a nice day." The doors open and again, people swarmed at the exit. It had you pissed off that you lose track of her. You then stopped by at a vending machine to keep your composure steady after how you just entirely starstrucked at the fine lady's beauty while controlling your anger for unable to have a sight of her anymore.

Finishing your drink with mixed emotions swelling in your chest, you walked out of the subway and was about to cross the street, but as you waited for the traffic lights to turn green, you noticed again a familiar figure from the distance.

It's the same girl standing near at a tteobeokki stall. She looked like she was patiently while waiting for the guy to buy their orders.

Yeah, she caught my eye, as I walked on by She could see from my face that I was flying high And I don't think that I'll see her again But we shared a moment that will last 'til the end

One stroke of brush for her magnificent pair of eyes.

You remembered how in the middle of your stare at her, there is she, catching you eye locked against at her and you quickly glanced away in embarassment.

You thought that after that after your brief encounter with her would be the first and the last as you will never see her again, having all of your plans to vanish like a smoke. But despite of that, you are already grateful enough to have a chance to be put in that kind of the moment they shared together which will stuck on you until the very end.

You're beautiful, you're beautiful You're beautiful, it's true I saw your face, in a crowded place And I don't know what to do 'Cause I'll never be with you

One stroke of brush for her mesmerizing smile.

Until one day, as you were about to go walk for a jogging, exiting your humble abode, you were setting up your music on the phone when you heard somebody calling at you.

Footsteps growing aloud, that person rushed to approach you. In your surprise,  it was the same woman he saw from yesterday in the subway who took your attention once again. It became hilarious for you that whenever this woman appears on your side, she would just simply make you forget that there's nothing around but it's just you and her, being happy to meet each other.

How you wish that when she does that, her world would automatically collides with you and now it's the two of your sharing the same.

"Hey! You're the guy/girl from the subway, right?" You froze as the woman recognizes you correctly.

"Y-yeah, I am." You confirmed. "I haven't forgotten about you. I guess we met again, huh."

She laughed. Your mood just became better by hearing that sound. "Interesting coincidence, I must say. Oh, my manners. I haven't even got to introduce myself last time but now that we're here, I'm Jeongyeon, and wow... you're my neighbor?!"

She offered you her hand for a shake. You were in awe for discovering her real name, in which you researched later on and found out that her name means "graceful, pure, and virtuous." speaks a lot about her personality. It's like as if her parents knew exactly the blessing of a gift that God has given to them by having this kind of daughter.

"I'm YN." You awkwardly greeted back, hands almost shaking on reaching her hand and feeling the first contact of her touch against your skin. "And... wait, you're my neighbor?" Your eyebrows met in a fast speed.

"Yeah, I just live in front of you." Her thumb pointed at the back, which is indeed right, her place is just right in front of yours the entire time. "I thought you had already seen me moving here few days ago that's why you you kept on staring at me and I thought you recognize me."

You became shy and flustered as you felt that you might almost became like a stalker or a creep in her perspective for doing that. Rubbing your nape, you sighed and escaped a nervous chuckle. "Uhh, yeah I was staring at you too much and I'm sorry for that."

"Oh it's no problem." She assured you, but you knew you had to prove yourself convincing.

"I didn't knew that you were actually my new neighbor that's why I did that, it's just that... you're beautiful, and I couldn't resist looking at you." You embarrassingly clarified.

Jeongyeon blushed at your explaination. "Ahh that's why. Well, thanks for that. Been hearing that a lot.", she appreciated the compliment. "Hey, why don't you join me for a nice jogging today? A friendly get along, you know."

You didn't had any plans in mind, but your heart took control of the choosing of your words for her. "I-I would love that."

Na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na, na

You're beautiful, you're beautiful You're beautiful, it's true There must be an angel, with a smile on her face When she thought up that I should be with you

One stroke of brush for her amazing beautiful face.

Almost done with your painting on the canvas, you shortly glanced outside and  thought with the clear sky illuminating your room, there must be an angel up high, watching what you're doing with a smile on her face, thinking up that you should be with her.

Finally, you finished your painting. Gripping the sides, you proudly smiled at it, which is a portrait of Jeongyeon's face based from your point of view when you first met her on the train. Although, the more you stare at her, the more you shrink at the reality that you knew he will never be with her and you weren't destined to be.

You went home after having fun going around with Jeongyeon in Suwon. They saw a car parked outside of Jeongyeon's place and a guy was waiting on it. You recognized immediately who it was.

She quickly approached the same guy you saw at the subway with her, and it broke your heart to see them share a kiss on the lips.

"By the way, babe; this is YN, my new neighbor that I met, he/she just lives there in front of mine." Jeongyeon introduced you to him. "And YN, this is Kyunghoon...

my boyfriend."

You and Kyunghoon exchanged a polite greeting to each other, shaking hands and some "nice to meet yous" before you bid goodbye at them both.

But it's time to face the truth I will never be with you

Closing the door, your smile disappeared and was replaced with a frown. You knew that you had no chance for a girl like Jeongyeon, but you couldn't deny that it still hurts.

Well, life goes on. It's still a bright, breezy Saturday morning. You decided to enter your organized workplace and trailed towards the curtained window, spreading it wide open to display the astonishing view outside the street, with a plan to ease yourself by painting a beautiful portrait of Jeongyeon has came into your mind. And there you began, with one stroke of brush for your despaired heart.

[nekoannie-chan]

Do that for me

Title: Do that for me.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Pairing: (past) Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader.

Rating: Teen.

Word count: 348 words.

Warnings: Break up, time travel.

Summary: Steve went back to the past to solve some stuff.

A/N: This is my entry to @multifandom-flash, Annie-3002 & square 3:

"You never did that for me."

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

@saiyanprincesswannie

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The feeling that you were going to faint did not leave you, but neither did you stop seeing the platform. Steve was really going to leave; however, before the machine started working, you left; you were not going to continue seeing that.

You were going to... No, rather you didn't want to know anything about Steve anymore; you wanted to erase his existence from your life and your head; he had decided to change you, so you were going to continue with your life, no matter if it was in a solitary way; you had already gotten used to it because most of your life had been like that; it just changed a little bit because of Steve.

Sometimes you thought that maybe you should have listened to that inner voice that told you countless times that you shouldn't have had feelings for him.

Three or four months later, although you couldn't tell if it was by chance or if he had planned it, you ran into Steve. You were walking in the park you always used to go to, and he stopped in front of you.

“Rogers," you said, about to go on your way; Steve stopped you.

“You weren't there when I came back," he claimed.

“Why would I wait for you if you left with someone else? “you answered.

“It was just a dance."

“You never did that for me."

He was perplexed; he had never wanted to dance with you. You let go of his grip and continued on your way; you had already made up your mind.

“I did something better for you; I went to change your destiny, even if it was in another line, so you wouldn't be an orphan."

But you didn't listen to that; you had already left.

The door to your apartment rang. Lazily, you got up from the couch to open it.

“Barnes, what are you doing here?" You were surprised; there were a few times you had exchanged words with him.

“You should listen to Steve."

You closed the door; you didn't want to know more.

[adarlingmess]

Darling's Diary: Addressing issues and hiatus announcement.

I am done with twitter and BG3twt and will only keep my account alive to keep my username occupied on that platform. I will also be going on a hiatus on all other social media soon. My commissions will also be closed until further notice so I can focus on existing ones and take a break from fandom-related art.

I will be providing context below. Anyone who wishes to clarify thing with me in good faith can send me a DM through Discord.

I had been the target of a months-long smear campaign for speaking up against harassment, the use of Asian slurs and anti-Filipino sentiments in BG3twt, but a more recent incident that involves the violation of my privacy was what pushed me to make this decision.

A few weeks ago someone who I trusted leaked maliciously cropped versions of a conversation I had with Mr. Wincott on Twitter. Accusations of parasocial behavior based on manipulated excerpts of our conversations and months-old tweets circulated and I am too tired to defend myself on that platform.

It has reached tumblr as well. Please do note that these screenshots are illegally obtained and are spread without my consent. I also made no claims of being close friends or being romantically involved with Mr. Wincott.

I still am apologetic and remorseful of how I addressed my concerns with Mr. Wincott. However, those conversations were shared in confidence to someone who I thought could be trusted, and they never should have left confinement.

Additionally, there are malicious rumors of me sending unsolicited adult art to him without his or my client's consent. However, I have been informed that screenshots I sent to a former client of my conversations with Mr. Wincott about the matter also surfaced. They were being circulated on twitter as well.

To clear the air without violating Mr. Wincott's or my privacy further:

The former client who commissioned me for that NSFW artwork did not inform me that it should be kept private from him on written terms and instead sent a voice note that I unfortunately missed.

Regardless, I acknowledged my mistake and apologized profusely for it. I sent her Mr. Wincott's reaction and apologies in confidence as well. Despite saying it was okay, however, the former client spread those screenshots as well- which disproves the rumor that I sent it to Mr. Wincott unsolicited.

Yes, Mr. Wincott did ask me for the "unexpurgated" version of my cropped NSFW commission. He did say that the client was being unreasonable since I had posted the commission publicly and he used to have access to my R18 twitter before I locked it. I also used to send him WIPs of my Raphael art with his permission, and he enthusiastically asked to see both regular and explicit ones.

Please do not attack him or me over this. He is a consenting adult requesting to see erotic artwork from another consenting adult who produced said artwork. The only fault here is mine for not double checking my former client's wishes to not show him directly.

However, I hope I'll be given the benefit of the doubt regarding the accusations of parasocial behavior when we were clearly both comfortable enough with each other for him to ask to see my adult artwork in the past.

Now, Mr. Wincott and I are no longer in speaking terms now and my artwork for his Streamily had been withdrawn. I would like to take this time to grieve quietly about the situation.

After more than two years, the whole situation soured my love for BG3 and Raphael. Perhaps my passion for the game and the character will be rekindled one day, but for now, I need some time away.

[infernalmelancholy]

enjoy these two idiots being idiots :)

“You think this is easy for me?” 

Dazai rolls his eyes. “Is that what I said?”

Chuuya’s rage goes from simmering to explosive in an instant, runic red lines climbing like vines up the skin of his arms as he breathes with purposeful rhythm in an attempt to suppress it.

“You’re sure as hell acting like it.”

Dazai scoffs. He doesn’t look up at Chuuya, knowing there’s nothing that’ll sting worse for him than cold dismissal.

“I’m acting like your life isn’t difficult? Do you hear yourself?”

“Oh, I hear myself perfectly fine. I think you’re the one having trouble comprehending the shit you’re saying.”

“Am I?” Dazai asks with a brow lifted in mock curiosity.

“I should’ve known you couldn’t even argue like a normal person,” Chuuya says with a cruelty he can’t have learned from anyone but Dazai. “I guess it’s my fault, expecting Mori’s puppet to act like a human being.”

Dazai glares at him. Chuuya’s face splits with a twisted grin.

“Oh, now he’s mad,” he sneers. “What? Don’t like being faced with the fact that you’re nothing but an obedient little errand boy for the very man you claim to despise?”

“Shut up.”

But Chuuya isn’t one to follow orders. No. He swiftly invades Dazai’s space, their faces inches apart as one word after another leaves him doused in mockery.

“You don’t get to run me into the ground and then expect me to lean up for a kiss. You want care? You want me to be kind and gentle? Earn it,” he hisses. “But if you wanna act like you don’t care about anything and me bending myself over backwards for you means nothing, I’m more than happy to play along.”

“Shut up.”

Chuuya’s rage is horrifying when paired with a smile.

“No, I don’t think I will. See, what I wanna do is get you to step down from your pedestal for five minutes and realize your dismissal of other people doesn’t make them stop existing. You can pretend I don’t have feelings. You can pretend I’ve never stood on a ledge and been one vile thought away from taking the plunge. Be my guest. Drown in your misery and I’ll take mine somewhere else if that’s more convenient. But don’t try to convince me that your twisted little fantasy world is somehow more real than mine.”

“Did anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?” Dazai bristles.

 “Better than never saying anything.”

“Is it that I never say anything, or that you never actually listen to me?” 

“You’re the one who doesn’t listen!” Chuuya shouts, verging on desperation. “Do you ever actually take into account anything I say? Anything I feel? Does any of it matter to you?” 

He pauses, his next breath rattling out of him. 

“Do I matter to you?”

“Nothing matters to me,” Dazai says, his own anger quickly dissolved by the resignation which settles in Chuuya’s eyes, making them appear dull. He only wishes their roles could have been reversed, that this time spent together could have made him more like Chuuya and not the other way around. But Dazai’s dejection seems to be contagious. He’s seen it in Oda’s eyes, sees it in Chuuya’s now. He wonders if he’ll let anyone close enough to be infected by this curse ever again.

A door slams to signify an ending.

The rest of the night is spent in a lonesome routine.

Dazai closes all his blinds and curtains before shedding only his coat. He crawls into bed, head falling heavily onto the pillow.

His hand tugs absently at the bandages around his neck as he drifts off slowly, swaying thoughtless in the realm between wakefulness and sleep.

The unbreakable darkness that surrounds him isn’t the same one he feels hunting him when he spends too long staring at the city at night, when he’s on the other side of a window, bathed safely in light.

That darkness is one he fears he’s made angry, a darkness watching, licking its teeth until it drags him back into its clutches.

The dark in his room is a different creature.

Through it he can see nothing and therefore, like a child, he believes nothing can see him either.

What’s invisible doesn’t exist.

He falls asleep pretending to die.

[lightandwinged]

Mean Girls in a Small Town

My stupid small town is in an uproar right now. This is not fiction. And this is why local politics matter so much, even and perhaps especially in liberal states like Massachusetts, where this story takes place, where I live.

We regularly host this conference in the high school about various progressive topics--diversity, intersectionality, self esteem, etc. It used to be pretty small but has grown much larger, and this year, the school hosted upwards of 700 students from all across the state, which is an impressive feat for a town with a graduating class of around 80. It should be something that brings the entire town pride, and as far as I know, up until this year, it was.

But this year, things changed.

This year, someone got a drag queen to present.

As I understand it from the perspective of one of the administration members, because the conference arguably falls under the purview of mitigating the negative impacts of cellphone usage and social media for teenagers, some money from a grant rewarded to the high school for exactly that purpose was used to pay a trans actress to be the closing speaker for the conference. This got a bee in the bonnet of one school committee member, who threatened to sue the state if they agreed that the money could be used for that purpose (which--it's their determination because it's their money, so that would be a waste of everyone's time, but I digress). And that should have been the most exciting and talked about situation from the April 1 school committee meeting, which was--like most school committee meetings--about as interesting as watching paint dry.

(I should know; I watched all three hours of it. Sped up, of course, because I don't hate myself that much. There were a lot of numbers, and someone got weirdly cross about hiring another physical therapist for the special ed department)

But the meeting, as all of them do, started with public comment. You must be a resident of our town to comment, so that much can be said for this particular provocateur. She was not a plant from outside the town. She gave her address and is vaguely known to people within the town.

Her children are all grown, so she shouldn't have much to say about the schools, and yet, she did. She described the drag presentation in a way that I can only assume was intentionally inaccurate and willfully ignorant. She said the drag queen in question (I'm not naming him because he's honestly been piled on so fucking much lately) started his presentation by talking about his breasts being cold and then did a performance that purposefully exposed the attendants to his "lacy white underwear" (her words, not mine). Her question was something along the lines of "who is allowing this filth???" and presumably, if she had pearls, she would have clutched them.

The performance, incidentally, was a tribute to Karen Smith from Mean Girls, the one who can forecast the weather with her boobs. The drag queen's costume took obvious inspiration from the film: short pink skirt, pink jacket, white shirt with a mouse on it ("a mouse, duh"). He wore white dance bloomers underneath, as a good performer does.

This should have been a non-issue, because it is a non-issue. This conference was not an official school event. The school was closed that day, and nobody was forced to attend. The presentation itself was one of 45 presentations happening at the same time (remember: 700 students attended this thing), so nobody was there who didn't want to be. The school didn't even pay the drag queen; he presented for free.

And it likely would have gone ignored, if not for Chaya Raichik, a.k.a., Libs of TikTok.

For the uninitiated, LoT is a collection of accounts that serve as vile provocateurs, spreading misinformation, incomplete information, and outright disinformation that targets the LGBTQIA+ community, especially the trans community. The biggest boost to the account's notoriety came in the summer of 2022, when it claimed that Boston Children's Hospital and Children's National Hospital were performing gender confirmation surgeries on minors. Following this rancid bullshit (because it had about as much in common with the truth as LoT fans have with being good people), both hospitals--CHILDREN'S hospitals, I should add--received numerous bomb threats and other threats of violence.

At the extreme end of things, this is their MO: pure stochastic terrorism. LoT will never outright call for violence against the LGBTQIA+ community, but they will call them evil and child abusers and groomers and whatever else, and then act very surprised Pikachu when their followers take that at face value and do a violence.

But it's the quieter end of things that worries me more, because it's the quieter end of things that's happening in my town.

LoT got ahold of a clip from that three hour meeting I mentioned and shared it around Twitter with exactly zero of the context I mentioned, save for a few lines suggesting that the school had paid $2500 for the drag queen to perform for the entire school.

You know, lies.

Someone posted it on the town's unofficial Facebook page. Our town, a farming community with sensibilities more comfortable in the 18th century than the 21st and a population that screeches loudly when someone installs a new traffic light, uses the unofficial page for information far more than the official page. The unofficial page is run by a religious conservative who's fond of getting delete happy when her agenda isn't being pushed properly.

So when this dropped on the town's Facebook page, it was pure Bedlam.

Because everyone was so angry, it took ages for the actual facts of the situation to emerge. So many conservative voices were screaming that facts didn't matter because "drag queens shouldn't be within a million miles of schools because they are inherently sexual" (not my words; theirs) so those of us looking for the facts of the situation had an uphill climb. The facts confirmed what a lot of us thought: that (a) the performance was not nearly as sexual as it was made out to be, (b) it was not even remotely mandatory, and (c) it was not paid for by the school.

But "facts don't matter," and the group has been screaming about it for, at this point, four days straight.

The screaming doesn't matter much to me. They did that back in October-ish when we got an influx of refugees at our local scummy inn (before the refugees arrived, the conservatives hated it because it housed homeless people; but then the refugees arrived, and suddenly, it became, "what about American homeless people?"). Those of us with hearts and brains shrugged, whipped up a bunch of donations for our refugees, and continued to give to them until they found permanent housing in a nearby town.

No, what matters to me is the battle cry that's started to arise: that they need to fill the school committee with like-minded individuals by recalling anyone who they don't like (including the superintendent and principal, which is not how this works, but okay) and putting forth their own candidates. And this, I believe, was the real aim of LoT in targeting us.

We're a small town with a lot of conservatives... but we went to Biden by one vote in 2020, you see.

It's clear that we're a battleground town where it wouldn't necessarily be that hard to push us straight into fascism, junior, as much as a town can be in Massachusetts. Get the wrong voices on the school committee, and suddenly, things have gone from irritating to downright ugly. And while things are ugly, they can chip away at actual education (the committee member I mentioned above was also trying to reduce the number of teachers in both the middle and high school "for budget reasons") and create a new crop of uninformed voters.

We're fortunate right now because (a) we're in Massachusetts, so it's unlikely they can do the same amount of harm they could in states that have been drowned in a sea of red (which is less of a slight and more a statement that they've put in decades of effort in other places, so this sort of situation there is catastrophic instead of just an uphill battle); and (b) a decent number of us are prepared to stand in their way however we can.

But man. It's a heavy burden. I'm angry. I'm sad. I'm tired. I'm in a lot of physical pain because stress gives me flares. I want to do more--to run for a vacant seat, to hit the pavement and whip up votes, to yell--but my body keeps getting in my way. And I'm afraid that if I don't do it, no one will.

[ladykailitha]

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

My only problem is that I tend to file name what the title is so I can find it easier, so...here’s what they were called before I titled them.

"File" Names

Werewolf Steve

Licking to Claim

The Fallen

Omega Escort Steve

Snippet

The only thing he remembered was that he had been having a great time and then nothing. He heard the door open and then close quickly. He peeked around the curtain and saw the clothes on the toilet seat as promised.

Steve relaxed with a sigh. He looked around the shower and was surprised to see how neatly organized it all was. But he didn’t want to take anyone’s shampoo or anything so he just rinsed his hair instead. The body wash on the other hand was something he had to use. He opened each one to smell them, not wanted to grab something that would give him a migraine later.

He settled on the third one. It was woody, like pine. But not super strong or fake smelling. He got to work scrubbing himself down.

Once he no longer felt as though he’d been dragged out of hell by his balls he stepped out of the shower and dried off with the big fluffy towel that was on the hamper.

He dressed in the clothes Eddie had set out for him, complete with underwear. They still had the fold lines and wrinkles fresh from the pack. They were black boxers but then Steve couldn’t really see Eddie wearing anything else.

***

Booyah! I'm back , baby! I didn't do a lot of writing last week, with the whole major holiday and feeling a little burnt out on writing because I worked really hard to get the Christmas story done in time.

No soulmate this week because tomorrow you'll get the first part (try not to murder me when you do ;)).

As always this runs from 8am-11pm MST. So send as many asks as you want for whichever ones you want.

I hope everyone had a safe and happy holiday. Mine was mixed. My first pet I've had since I was four (I got her after I got married and moved out), Sasha, a 16 year old long haired brown tabby, passed away. But her last day on earth we made her as comfortable as possible and she passed in her sleep.

But everything else was good. Good food, good company, good gifts.

[sonicphobia0601]

Time to explain the rule on no NSFW. >:(

So this morning I get an ask asking me to be a sugar baby. I get instantly suspicious and really cautious. I fear that asker was an old hater from YouTube in disguise. Or an old Wattpad hater trying to bait me.

Now, the reason why I ask for no sex questions!

Back in 2020, my mental health was... not the best. In fact, it was pretty bad. I got kicked out of my old college (not stating which one because reasons) and I was holding on by a thread. I was starting to write on Wattpad in November. And the first thing I see from my first Wattpad troll was so disgusting that I cannot bear to type it out. It was a cluster fuck. Same troll died a few months later. That troll was eleven. It breaks my heart to this day that a kid would rather be hated on than focused on playing with dolls.

Later I have people on both Wattpad and YouTube stalking me, saying they'd rather off themselves than look like me on both Wattpad and YouTube. It was BAD. And it got a lot worse when literal children tried to bait me into disgusting shit (I hated it and ended up crying to a very close friend of mine). It resulted in me trying to remove my face everywhere, or if a camera must be pointed at my face, have it cleverly censored (such as wearing masks, having my hair cover my face, a plant in front of me, etc). Only time my face is uncensored is with family or very close friends.

And two years ago, I had the same troll from YouTube sext me and send me spiraling into an anxiety attack... and then they tried to say that I sexted them when I clearly haven't. I didn't even consent to anything that awful person texted me. I thought I was going to die from a heart attack then and there.

Same troll actually doxxed me a year after the incident and said that he was going to brutally kill me/beat me to a pulp, leaving me scared for my life UNTIL I remembered that I was living with an ex-Navy mom and a brother who is a Marine. I can't keep quiet about what that person did. So I discovered that I'm a panromantic asexual on top of nonbinary.

I'm almost 24. I shouldn't have to be scared of children, and yet I am because I have seen firsthand that some children are complete monsters or have bad parents.

I get why. "Sonicphobia, you are kind. Who wouldn't want to date you and settle down with you?" Well... to be honest, I'm more scared of getting into a relationship where I get exploited and used as a joke at my expense. Or just used for sex and thrown away. If I want a relationship, it's got to be with someone I truly trust, know well IRL and would depend on when the going gets tough. Any relationship built on sex is doomed to fail.

And there is one Wattpad troll I have to absolutely talk about. We'll call her "Godsquadandhumanbi" since that is what she used when I first saw her. She was the absolute worst. She is transphobic, racist, very xenophobic, and very bigoted despite claiming she is bisexual. And very... ahem, promiscuous. Which is disgusting. I have zero desire to read about body parts or about how creative one's personal affairs are. And to make matters worse, this particular troll would start shit by saying, "Races don't exist." And said troll tried to doxx me and failed miserably. Then she would attack anyone and everyone for their sexual orientation or religious beliefs. I have had legit aphobia directed AT ME just because I had zero interest in how one does the deed. So for those who read the Random Barnaby Oneshots on Wattpad would notice that I had often say "No thanks whatsoever goes to (insert godsquadandhumanbi account here) for (reason)." That's because this is godsquadandhumanbi making another account.

So please, no sex questions!

[paramorearchived]

June 27, 2007

Transcript:

redemption. it's a long story.

re-demp-tion |riˈdemp sh ən| noun 1. the action of saving or being saved from sin, error, or evil : God's plans for the redemption of his world.

there is something that has been on my mind for a while, now, pertaining the song, "Misery Business". i haven't really known what to say about it or how to say it... but honestly, after talking to the guys about it, we feel like what's important is that we try. (whether it sounds "cool" or not). it might get a little personal but here goes nothing.

(in a week or so, i'm going to take this next paragraph down... so read up while you can, if you like details).

"Misery Business", like we've explained before in interviews - and even in past LJ posts - is a true story. the song was written at a time in my life that i felt very bitter towards a girl, who i still haven't forgiven, for a lot of things that she did a few years ago. until this person came into mine and my friend's lives, i had no idea what power someone could have over another. i watched her use sex to manipulate one of my friends, in particular, to the point that none of us - in our little circle of friends - recognized him. he went from being someone so innocent and joyful to becoming someone who was shut off from everything. needless to say, it hurt. not only because he was a close friend but because i felt that i was in love with him. (i know, you can't be in love when you're this young.. right? whatever). either way... the pain that i felt, i decided to hold inside. i thought that if people knew how hurt, angry and bitter i'd become, they'd think i was a bad - or worse, a weak - person because of it. (now, to keep this from getting any longer or any more personal, i'll finish this part of the story by saying... he eventually decided that the relationship had nothing to do with love and after that discovered that our friendship was becoming something different. we sorta fought it for a while because we figured it wasn't smart to start dating so young, especially after what all had happened, but fighting it just made it harder and the next thing i knew, we were an item. (no one uses that term anymore, really...)

i can remember exactly where i was and what everything looked like around me when i was writing the lyrics. i forced myself to relive some of the very vivid memories that i have of the times he dated her. i don't think anyone can understand how awkwardly dark those times were at such a young age. but i do. to finally explain my side of the story and feel freed of it all... well, i was so angry and so happy at the same time. every word i wrote was like a thousand weights lifted off my shoulders. no more burden. what i didn't realize, as i wrote some of those lines, was that while i was escaping one burden, i was also giving myself another.

"but god does it feel so good... to steal it all away from you now. and if you could then you know you would. cause god it just feels so... it just feels so good."

i'm ashamed to say that, although i'm a believer in Jesus Christ and i claim him as my God, when i wrote those lyrics i wasn't addressing him. i was using his name casually. in vain, to be blunt. if you know much about the Christian religion (which i'm not too fond of addressing my faith as), you'll probably know that one of the ten commandments is "Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord your God in vain"... it goes on to say, "...for the Lord will not hold him guiltless who takes his name in vain." As a believer in Christ, that last part scares the hell out of me. i don't want to be held accountable for being the cause of so many people using his name in vain. you don't have to believe in what i believe and no one in Paramore is ever going to go around forcing our faith into people's lives... but believer or not, i might have led some of ya'll to believe that i take my saviour lightly. and i don't.

God brought me through everything that i say in "Misery Business". i believe that i am a stronger person because those things happened in my life. through that situation, i learned so much. when i sing that song now, i'm not the same person i was when i wrote it. when i sing those lines that i used to sing in vain, i mean them in a different way. i don't want to opportunity to be held responsible for causing a lot of people to use my God's name in vain. so, whether or you not you believe in Christ. whether or not you care if it means something when you say God. just know that as for me, when I am singing those lines, i'm telling God that it feels good to stand up for myself and be victorious after long months of confusion and pain. i don't hurt the same way anymore.

sorry this was so long winded. i know we don't usually speak out about our faith. mostly, because our faith is personal to us. but i really felt like i needed to say something, before it was too late. thanks for reading. the guys aren't responsible for whatever mess this post could possibly get us into, hayley