#this post is brought to you by my sister’s bf asking me for help to organize a surprise party for her

[justdimaprops]

Yk when you see someone doing something and you can tell it’s a defense mechanism of some sort cause you’ve been there, done that? Like I can see you using humor and lightly mocking yourself so you can own this mockery and prevent others from using it against you and you also use it cover this vulnerability that you’re forced to expose in this situation, i’ve done this my guy

[gracieheartspedro]

Dagger In The Heart

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

post about palestine - please be aware and know who your content comes from. this post informs you about the tlou writers and creators, as well as how to help the Palestinian people.

word count: 6.1k words

warnings: MINORS DNI!!! 18+ ty!!! abusive relationship mentioned, reader's bf is a cheating asshole, calls her names, makes comments about weight, talks of cheating, some lowkey cheating from reader, sharing clothes with ellie, ellie is 18+ but her age not specified, talks of hardly eating food at dinner, reader is a bit confused with her sexuality and wants to explore (which is fine!!! and normal!!!), wlw relations, pussy eating, fingering, tribbing, tattoos? lots of tattoos, dirty talk, reader being a bit desperate, getting caught (but not really), mentions of a strap, men being drunk and stupid. that's it. I think.

description: when you get the chance to meet your asshole boyfriend’s family, you take a liking to his sister, ellie. when a conversation about her tattoos turns into talks of what you’re really into, you can’t help but want to explore it more.

author’s note: hi girls, gays, and theys! I am so happy to be bringing this request to you. it was an anon request from july and I just suck at getting my life together to actually write. but here we are. FYI, I don't condone this behavior or cheating. anyway I hope you enjoy. I will also be putting this on my ao3 soon, so if you see it there, don't worry, it's just me (;

“You gotta chill, babe. Your anxiety is giving me anxiety.”

He was never very good with comforting you, so you bite back your snappy comment and just fake a smile.  

You had been dating your boyfriend Matt for almost a year. You two met in your college biology class and really bonded over your love for folk music and Greek food. He had kind eyes, mousy brown hair and the brightest smile you had ever seen. 

At first, you thought this was the best relationship you ever could ask for, but Matt grew distant after four months together. You didn’t know why, but his temper had shown itself one too many times. He fought with you constantly. He was quite jealous. You could never be seen with another boy without accusations of cheating. But every time you two argued, he always came back with an apology and a bouquet of flowers. You could not help but believe you could fix him. 

It had been 10 months, you had to brave meeting his family. Unlike you, his family lived two towns over and he visited them quite often. He was close to his younger brother and mom, so he made a point to see them as much as he could. 

He brought up the idea of meeting them back around the holidays, but you were planning to board a flight and visit your family across the country. He understood but was pretty disappointed you could not try his mom’s infamous pumpkin pie.

You had no excuse when summer came. So here you are, standing with him at his childhood home’s front door as he scrambled to find his keys. 

You were sporting something more dressed up than your normal. Matt loved this one black dress on you, so you decided to wear that with some cute flats. You were sorely regretting the shoe decision, the pointed-toed shoes squeezed your big toe and the arch was not high enough to be comfortable. 

He unlocks the deadbolt and the red door jolts open. You are instantly met with the scent of BBQ and cornbread. His childhood is cozy and lived in. The entrance is lined with shoes, everything from high heels to sneakers that have run through countless puddles. It was a sigh of relief, they were a no-shoes in the house family. You kick off your uncomfortable shoes, holding on to Matt’s shoulder for balance. 

His mom is the first one to enter the hallway to meet you two at the door. She is quite beautiful, her hair darker than Matt’s. She was shorter, wearing a nice blouse and jeans. She welcomes you both with a bear hug and cheers of excitement. When she pulls you out of the embrace, she gets a better look at you. 

“You are more beautiful in person, pictures do not do your gorgeous smile justice,” She remarks, squeezing your hands. 

You shake your head, trying your best not to let out that you are beyond nervous about this entire encounter. “You are too kind, thank you so much for hosting us.”

“Come meet the crew!”

Matt eyes meet yours, noticing how tense you are. You had hoped for him to hold your hand and guide you through this experience, but instead he just nudges you with his shoulder. He brushes by, heading after his mom. 

The hallway opens into a kitchen and living room, which is littered with random strangers who, in some way, resemble your boyfriend. 

His brother, Collin, stands up first from the barstools, racing over to your boyfriend to dap him up. When he glances your way, you just smile and introduce yourself. He extends his hand to shake yours, which you gladly accept. 

His dad is next to stand up from a recliner in the living room. He makes your acquaintance quickly, telling you he’s so glad to finally meet you after months of hearing all about you. 

When he moves away from in front of you, she comes into focus. You had not even noticed her sitting on the couch across the room. 

She’s slender, her dark locks framing her chiseled jawline. She looks like Matt, but more like a person who belongs in a Renaissance painting. Her eyes are a more dimensional brown. She has freckles scattered around her pale complexion, which only added her beauty. 

You do not realize you are gawking until Matt nudges you. “This is my sister, Ellie.”

You blink again, bringing your focus back to the situation. She extends her hand, and that’s when you take notice to her tattoo-filled arms. Her tank top raises a bit and you catch a glance of her midriff, exposing more tattoos littering her abdomen. 

“Nice to meet ya. Heard plenty about you.”

You swallow, taking her hand and shaking it. “I hope good things.”

“No, I only tell her the worst things about you.”

Everyone giggles except you and Ellie. Luckily it is filling the room with enough noise to drown out your thoughts about your boyfriend’s beautiful sister. 

Ellie rolls her eyes before whispering, “Don’t worry, it’s only ever good things, sweet cheeks.”

-

Matt’s dad loves to talk and you can tell it annoys Ellie. You were seated outside on their patio set, drinking some homemade lemonade Matt’s mom was adamant you had. He was helping her with all the sides that were still yet to be made, so you took up Ellie’s offer to check out the backyard space. You did not expect Matt’s dad to come with you two and tell you all about the flower beds he curated. 

But you listened, smiling and nodding while sipping on your tart drink. 

He got occupied with grilling, so you and Ellie were left on the couch near a very used and abused firepit. 

You wait for her to say something. She was truly making you nervous, her eyes trailing you every so often. 

“So, you and Matt met in science class?”

You finally look back at her wandering eyes, “Yeah, he was my biology partner.”

“Gotcha,” She leans forward, putting her elbows on her knees. You do not know what comes over you, but you cannot physically pull your eyes away from her arms as they flex. “You good?”

“I like your tattoos,” You barely manage to say, “They are… hot.”

You want to jump into the unlit firepit for that one. 

No other adjective came to your horny mind? Really?

She giggles, enjoying watching you practically squirm under her gaze. “Thanks, dude. My ex girlfriend was a tattoo artist so I let her practice on me.”

You remember a moment about 5 months ago when Matt mentioned his sister being gay, but for some reason, you finally connect that duh it’s Ellie, you fucking idiot. 

You also remember some choice words he had about her. You remember cringing when he called her a slur and said she could not keep a girl to save her life. You held your tongue and refused to reply.

“That’s awesome,” You scoot closer to her, bridging more of the gap between you two on the couch, “Which one is your favorite?”

She smiles at your intrusion into her space and questions. You realize you two are almost sizing each other up, right in front of her family, your boyfriend’s family. They could easily peek outside of the kitchen windows and see you two eye fucking each other. She leans back, her eyes tracing all the tattoos on her arms. 

Then she laughs. A deep guttural laugh. 

“What?”

“Nothing,” She brings her front teeth down on her bottom lip before speaking up again, “It’s a tattoo I can’t show you.”

“Why not?”

She looks towards the window, checking on her brother and mom. Her expression changes when she turns back to you. 

“Because I’m not pulling my tits out in front of my family.”

Your pussy practically pulses when you hear her say it. What is wrong with you? You are dating her brother. What is wrong with you?!

“Your… boobs are tattooed?”

She nods slowly, bringing her one hand up to your bare exposed thigh, “Bet that shakes a sweet one like you to your core.”

The comment insinuates that you are an innocent little girl who knows nothing about the world. And sure Matt is your first real boyfriend. Sure he was the first person ever to eat you out because your high school crushes did not even know that was a thing. Sure you never have been sexually promiscuous. Sure you thought you were straight. 

Sure.

But something inside you was crawling its way out. This small interaction with your asshole boyfriend’s sister was enough to send you into a spiral. You never gave a girl a chance so how were you supposed to know you did not like it?

“What if your family wasn’t around?”

Ellie is gobsmacked by your comment, her jaw practically hitting the floor. You can tell she realized she was flying too close to the sun. She pulls her hand away from your leg. 

“You are my brother’s girlfriend. I am not going to be the one to corrupt you,” She states, scooting over a bit away from you. Your cheeks get flushed, instantly feeling embarrassed for asking such a question. But the more you sat in silence, the more you realized that you really did not care. The feelings Ellie made you feel within the last 10 minutes were more exciting than any feeling Matt had given you in 10 months. 

You clear your throat, “Luckily for you, Ellie, you would not be the one to corrupt me. That has already been done.”

She looks at you quizzically, “Is that so?”

“Yeah, I may look sweet and innocent,” You creep in close to her, “But I am really a freak.”

Now you are just lying. 

Before she can utter a word, Matt’s brother comes out to let you two know dinner was done. You hope and pray he didn’t take notice to how close you two were. Or how Ellie stared at your ass as you walked away. 

-

You sit between Matt and Ellie at the table. 

Every so often during the meal, you would place your hand on Matt’s leg. He would push you away, rolling his eyes when you glared at him. When the conversation came around to him, he would find a way to demean you and then continue blabbing about school or his internship. 

You answered questions from his mom and dad, but you were sorely uninterested in them. But then the conversation comes around as to whether you two would be staying the night tonight. At this point, Matt had already had four beers, and you knew he probably would not want you driving his new Mustang. 

“You can take Matt’s bed and he can sleep on the couch,” His mom suggests, indicating that you two would not be sleeping together. You understood that they were a bit more traditional, but you were not expecting to sleep in your boyfriend's childhood bed without him. 

“That’s a great idea, Ma. We can stay, right?”

You look at the plate of practically untouched food in front of you. You just nod, finally saying, “As long as you give me some comfy sweatpants to wear.”

“Mine are all back at my apartment, but I’m sure Ellie has something you could borrow. Plus, you probably wouldn’t fit my sweatpants.”

Matt constantly made comments about your figure and how he could not share clothes with you. He refused to share his clothes with you, stating that you would not be able to squeeze into them and you also “left your scent on everything”. 

God, he made you feel terrible about yourself. 

Butterflies erupt in your stomach when you think about wearing Ellie’s clothes, though, and you completely drown out the separate conversation happening around the table. You feel a hand creep up your thigh, but it's not coming from the side you expect.

Her hand is so soft and delicate as it creeps up your leg. You cannot help but glance at her direction, catching her smiling over at you. 

“Don’t worry, I got something you can wear.”

-

Dinner finishes up and Matt expresses that he wants to go for a round of drinks with his high school friends and brother at the local tavern down the street. He never asks if you want to go, telling you “It would just be high school friends that you don’t know, anyway.”

He tells you that his Mom and Ellie would get you all set up. He gives you a pat on the back, and heads to the door, right behind his brother. You watch him leave and almost breathe a sigh of relief. 

When you turn back, you see his Mom already going upstairs. 

“I’m gonna get your bed all set up and then I’m probably going to retire to my bed, too.” She states, slowly making her way up the wooden staircase. 

You wanted to scream because this only meant one thing. You were alone with Ellie. 

You follow her up the stairs and look around the hallway. She heads to the right and begins pointing at the only room with the light on. You didn’t even know that Ellie was upstairs.

“Have Ellie get you something to wear, I’ll make up your bed!”

The door swings open and Ellie stands there, having changed into her own bedtime clothes. And for fucks sake, she’s not making this easy for you. 

She is sporting a tight white tank, no bra, and shorts that ride up to the very tops of her thighs. Her legs are tattooed as well, but not as much as her arms. There isn’t a touch of her freckled skin that isn’t marked with art. You can almost see through her shirt, making your mouth go dry. 

“Let’s see what you fit into!”

She lets you into her space. Her room is decorated with posters of space and heavy metal bands. From the looks of one corner of her room, she’s an artist. She has different art styles, anywhere from charcoal to watercolors, littering a desk and her walls. It’s messy, but it’s not dirty. It smells like incense and clean laundry. 

She walks over to her dresser, opens up the top drawer. Everything is neatly folded, which kind of surprises you. 

“I have some sweatpants, shorts, boxers-“

“Sweatpants are fine,” You retort, not wanting her to list off anything else, “Do you have any t-shirts I could wear?”

“Well of course I do, sweet cheeks. What do you want, loose or tight?”

You stare at her dumbfounded. You know what she’s doing. And you hate yourself for liking it so much. 

She pulls out a pair of navy blue sweatpants, still waiting for your reply. 

“Loose.”

She starts to dig through another drawer when Matt’s mom pops her head in. 

“It’s all set up for you, sweetheart. If you need anything, you let one of us know. I’m going to downstairs if you need me.”

You smile, thankfully. “Thank you so much, Mrs. Williams.”

“If she needs anything, I’m sure I could help her find her way,” Ellie says, absentmindedly. She pulls out a white t-shirt from her drawer and tosses it at you. 

“Goodnight, girls!”

And then you two are alone. Ellie slowly saunters to her door and shuts it. 

“You can get dressed here. Just make sure what I gave you fits.”

You silently turned your back to her, tossing your hair over your shoulder. “Can you unzip me?”

You are not even thinking straight. You are so caught up with being alone with the girl you have had weird sexual tension with. She walks over to you confidently, before grabbing the top of your black dress, which lands right at the middle of your back. She pulls down the zipper, ensuring it reaches the very end of its track. 

The hairs on your back stand up in her wake. You breathe deeply, before shimmying the dress off your shoulders. You were wearing a bra, so you were just going to keep it on. You step out of the dress, leaving you in just underwear and the push-up bra Matt gifted you not too long ago. 

You don’t turn to her, but she just comes around to your front, nonchalantly. 

“Jesus Christ,” Ellie stammers, before plopping on her bed. You shakingly step into the sweatpants she gifted you to wear, unsure how to respond. You rack your brain trying to gain the confidence you had before dinner, but your mouth is dry and your brain is dazed from seeing Ellie in her pajamas. 

You finally manage to glance up at her hungry eyes, smiling softly. 

“I never knew I would be jealous of my brother.”

You swallow, “Jealous?”

“Yeah, he gets to have someone like you every night and I can’t even find someone worth hanging out with around here. Never thought a nerd like him would win over a woman like you.”

You are standing in the sweatpants and your bra, not able to digest her words completely. A woman like you?

“Your brother is sweet. And we don’t have sex every night.”

“Just sweet?” She steps a bit closer to you, “And I said nothing about sex, darling, I said he gets to have you.”

She is looking at you like you are her prey. You almost fell to your knees and begged her to put you out of your misery, but you resisted. Instead, she just stands up, trying to catch your nervous glances. 

“H-he, uh, does what he can, when we d-do, yanno.”

Her fingers trace up your arm, her eyes trailing as she does it. You bite the inside of your cheek, waiting for her response. She clicks her tongue a couple of times, shaking her head. 

“I am sure he tries,” She sputters, standing back from you, “Do you even really like him?”

You furrow your eyebrows, suddenly snapping out of the situation you are currently in. You reflect for a moment.

Matt was an asshole but you sometimes enjoyed his company. He made you laugh on occasion. But deep down, you knew that he wasn’t made for you. He lacked emotional intelligence and made sure to put you down any chance he got. You had inklings he was talking to other girls and his friends were probably the most intolerable people on your college campus. And then there was that one time when the inklings were just. 

The realization that you maybe didn’t like him made you sick. You wasted so much time and now you have met his family.

“When he’s not mean to me. When he isn’t cheating on me.” You admit quietly, almost too humiliated to say it. 

She crooks her neck, “He cheated on you?”

You hate talking about it, it made you feel as though you were never good enough. He made it out that it was your fault because you would not have sex with him when you had the flu. “It was just some hand stuff, baby,” he said to you. 

“Just once. I forgave him because he told me he loved me.”

“People who love you don’t hurt you like that,” Ellie says without a beat. 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Is he mean to you all the time?”

You think back to the last nice thing he said to you. Your ass looks fat in that dress. And even that could be seen as a bad thing. You shake your head, trying to find a good way to paint her brother. From the looks of it, she doesn’t really like him all that much anyway. 

“Most of the time.”

“So, what I’m hearing is my brother is an asshole that doesn’t know how to treat a woman both in life and in the bedroom. Is that what you’re saying?”

You stand there pondering her question, coming up with nothing. She was right, but were you ready to admit that?

So you shrug.

Ellie stands with her arms crossed now, chewing on the inside of her lip. She’s contemplating something, her eyes falling to the floor for a moment. 

“Listen, I am not just saying this because it has taken everything in my power to resist sinking my teeth into you,” The first half of the sentence put your heart in your throat. Nonetheless, she carries on, “But I have an inkling that you don’t like my brother at all. I think you like girls and you’ve never had the chance to explore that. You want to say you are a freak, but you really don’t know what that even means.”

“Ellie, I d-”

“You need to break up with my brother,” She states plainly, “And then, after all is said and done, I can show what it looks like to be taken care of.”

You agree, sadly. You do need to break up with Matt. And on the basis that you believe that he’s probably at the bar hanging out with old friends, probably with other girls, probably flirting with those other girls. You decide you are not going to wait anymore. He cheated on you once, what’s stopping him now? Ellie was right about everything, and while that revelation changes your entire perspective on life, you settle on jumping head first. 

“Show me now.”

You watch all the blood drain from her face. She fumbles with her inked hands, waiting for you to say you didn’t mean it. That moment never comes. 

“Are you sure about that?”

Swallowing hard, you just nod. You do not even realize what you are getting yourself into, but the undeniable chemistry cannot be ignored anymore. You don’t even want to waste another thought on Matt. You know if you think too hard about it, you’ll talk yourself back into staying with him.

Ellie’s face gets closer to yours and your lips connect seamlessly. She wastes no time, bringing her hands down to your waist to pull you in. You wrap your arms around her neck while fireworks erupt in your chest.

Her lips taste like mint and a dab pen your college roommate made you hit a couple of months ago. She was borderline intoxicating. 

She backs you up towards her bed, letting your knees hit the edge of the mattress. You plop down, disconnecting from her lips. 

Through hooded lids, she asks you, “Do you want to see my favorite tattoo, then?”

Your breathing hitches as she does not even wait for a response, she just pulls her tank top over her head.

Each piece is connected somehow. Her stomach piece is what appeared to be a dragon flying up towards her under-boob area. It was extremely detailed and took up a large half of her upper stomach. Around her collarbones were very intricate lines that almost rain over her body like veins. They spread down her chest onto her boobs, where around her nipples were two matching daggers appearing to go through her areola. 

You smirk at the idea that these are her favorite tattoos. The cheeky ones around her tits.

“Holy shit, Ellie.”

You reach out and touch her tits, ever so delicately. You use your finger to outline the daggers, smiling to yourself. 

Being this close sends a pulsating feeling down to your pussy. You have never felt a lightning strike quite like it before. 

She’s letting you feel her up, but when you change your tune and start pinching at her nipples, she throws her head back with a groan.

“Hmm, you should try putting one in your mouth,” She remarks, hoping to God you would be eager enough to do so. She was very in tune with you because you leaned forward taking her right nipple into your mouth. She’s guiding you around every turn, whispering how good you are doing already. 

You release her with a pop and sit back. You reach around to release your own, but she stops you. 

“Lemme do it,” She says mounting your lap. You place your hand on her hips while she runs her fingertips across your back. She unhooks your black bra, letting your tits spill out. 

You feel the tops of your hands stand up as soon as her hands begin to knead your tits. You glance down at her movements, watching your sensitive nipples perk up due to the attention she’s giving them. 

“Mmm, you like that, sweetness?”

You just groan, your lips needing to do more than just talk. You pull Ellie’s ajar mouth down to yours, diving your tongue between her teeth. You never had such a hunger for anyone else. No guy ever made you feel this way. 

She nudges your shoulders, having you fall onto your back. Her lips move away from yours and start to trail down your neck and chest. When her wet mouth touches your tits, you cannot control the sounds that leave your throat. She bites down on your supple skin, which makes you groan more. 

“You gotta quiet down a bit. Don’t need anyone hearing us.”

You try to manage your noises, but as soon as she starts to kiss down to the hem of the sweatpants she loaned you, you know you’ll never be quiet like she needs you to be. She tugs at the waistband, taking your underwear with it. 

You are now butt naked on her bed. And god, the air is hitting the wetness between your legs is titillating. 

“Listen, sweets,” She whispers, palming your thighs with her tattooed hands, “I’m going to make you cum on my tongue first. Then I am going to fuck this pussy so good, you won’t know any other cock but the fake one in my side table. You hear me?”

Your stomach is in knots, but you know that this is what you really want. “Okay, Ellie. Please do whatever you think I will like.”

“You’re gonna like it all, baby girl. And if it gets a bit dodgy, you just let me know and we can stop.”

You shake your head positively as she smiles between your legs. She starts by kissing up your thighs, keeping you completely in a trance. When her mouth finds your slit, she licks a long stripe. She takes her time, working her tongue in between your pussy lips. The wet sound that happens when she shakes her head is pornographic. When she finds your clit, she encases it and starts to suck lightly. You scream out in pleasure, never feeling this sensitive before. It usually took a whole lot of Matt lazily fingering you and fucking you to illicit such a response. Ellie is building up an orgasm within you in record time. 

She uses her fingers to open up your pussy a little bit more. You instinctively want to close your legs, but her left arm has your legs locked on her bed. Her middle and index fingers curl inside you with every motion forward. 

Her eyes are closed and you are laser-focused on her expressions. She’s putting her all into making you feel good and it’s relieving to watch someone put so much care into it. 

You notice the small little freckles that scatter across her nose get lighter as they reach her cheekbones. She’s so fucking pretty. 

“Jesus, you’re doin’ so good sweetheart. You feel so good.”

“Oh my god, Ellie, please don’t stop,” Your voice is strained, begging her to continue fucking you. She chuckles and begins to pick up speed. Your mind is cluttered, unsure how you can feel this good. 

When the peripherals of your vision begin to get white, you know it’s over. She latches her lips back onto your clit, humming to drag the orgasm out of you. When it happens, your deep guttural moans get muffled by her palm.

You think your heart is going to stop beating. 

Once you begin to feel your muscles relax, Ellie is crawling on top of you, hovering over your chest, her lips kissing your collarbones.

“You did such a great job, baby girl,” She dotes, her short hair falling across her forehead, “You’re so fuckin’ sexy.”

Your heart swells up a thousand sizes. You never got called that before, let alone felt sexy. But Ellie had this aura to her. She made you feel sexy, desirable, wanted. 

Your hand reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ear, “Please show me more.”

She nods, before she leans back on her knees. She balances on one leg before shoving her pajama shorts down. The ink travels to every part of her body and you wonder if the ones around her hips hurt. The snakes that travel up her thighs, have their heads resting right on her hip bones. 

You sit up and observe her movements, she’s fumbling with something in her drawer. She seemingly cannot find what she’s looking for and slams it shut. 

“How about this,” She says with a huff, “I want you to see what it feels like to grind that pretty little pussy on mine anyway. The strap will have to wait.”

You feel the blood drain from your face, “The strap?”

She giggles at your not-so-faux innocence. “We will try that next time.”

You aren’t ready for her to grab onto your legs and move you like a rag doll around her bed. She rests her body horizontally from yours, her lower half lining up with yours. You were not sure how this worked, but you had heard of scissoring before. The technicality was lost on you. 

You sit up waiting for instruction, but Ellie is so hypnotized by your wet slit, she doesn’t even look at you. You watch her reach out and touch your dripping center and it sends an electric shock down your limbs. You throw your head back, hissing at the action. 

“God, that cunt is so pretty.”

You finally look back at her, wanting nothing more but to fuck her like she fucked you. So in return for her toying with you, you hastily reach out and touch her pussy. You are confused by what to do, but by her reaction, you know you did something right. 

“Tell me what we are doing,” You beg, closing your legs in closer to hers. She nods, watching your fingers pull apart her pussy lips. 

“Pull your cunt against mine and ride me like you’d ride Matt’s dick.”

You halt your movements, “Ride him?”

“You’ve never ridden him before?”

Your response was your silence. You had never explored much with him, simply because he was quick to get his nut before traversing to other territories. 

She helps you sit up, hover your cunt over hers. You can not lie, the sight of her sticky wet pussy was hot. She guides you down so your mound is on hers. She bites her lip as you practically drool watching your purely untouched body against her painted figure. 

“Now move your hips back,” Her hands are gripping onto your hips, showing you the way, “And forth.”

The friction is immediately overstimulating, but it feels like an itch you’ve never scratched. So fucking delicious. 

“Shit…” You groan at the response your body is giving you.

“Practice makes perfect, baby. Keep moving those hips.” 

You have never been on top, but it’s almost freeing to be in control of the movements. You weren’t sure what you should grip onto as you rubbed your pussy against hers, so you grip onto your own shoulders. Your hips gyrate, the slickness between your legs starts trailing down to Ellie’s navy blue sheets. 

“God, this pussy is so fucking perfect,” Ellie says through gritted teeth. She holds down your hips, somehow trying to get you closer to her.

“It’s yours.” You whine, letting the lust take over your speech. You had no clue what that meant for this situation, you just knew that Ellie knew how to fuck you and it was bliss. Your hands leave your shoulders and eventually find Ellie’s tits.

“This pussy is mine? The first cunt you fuck is the cunt you fuck forever?”

You want to laugh, but the bubble in your stomach is about to burst already with how fucked out of your mind you are. “If the cunt is yours, then yes. I want this forever.”

Ellie sucks on her two fingers before she reaches down, finding the very top of your cunt, and begins to press down on that sensitive little bud. The saliva only mixes with the messiness of your liquids. You squeeze her nipples in response. 

“Never going back to my stupid fuckin’ brother, hm? This pussy belongs to me.”

“Yes, Ellie, fuck!” 

She smiles at your quickening pace. She knows you’re reaching your breaking point, and she knows that she’s close herself. 

“Come for me, baby. Come all over my fuckin’ cunt.”

You jolt forward, your hips stilling over hers. You don’t know if you’ve felt a sensation quite like it. You had tears pricking the corners of your eyes as your body felt like a volcano erupting. The curses leaving Ellie’s lips as she came from your orgasm only added to the high you felt. You knew words were leaving your mouth, but they were just jumbled together strings of sentences. 

“Jesus Christ…”

“It feels so good…”

“I want this pussy forever…”

You fall over next to Ellie, your legs still intertwined with hers. She was trying to catch her breath, her body still jittery from her high. 

“That was per-”

“Babe!!”

Your stomach drops to your ass when you hear Matt’s voice.

You jump up from Ellie’s bed, finding the closest clothes you can grab at. Ellie does the same, but takes her time throwing a tank top over her bed head. His footsteps are practically running up the steps. 

You are still wobbly on your legs, practically falling over trying to put on the pants she loaned you. You just keep saying “fuck” over and over again, knowing that you two will probably be caught. You just finished putting on a shirt when he barges into the room. 

He’s drunk. 

“What are you still doing in here?” He asks you in an accusatory slurred voice. Collin is close behind him, trying to shush him.

“Chill, dude. I was just showin’ her some of my art.” Ellie defends, plopping down on her bed. She’s trying to mask the fact that her bed is wet with your cum. 

While he blabs about how Ellie sucks at art, which he is very wrong about, you notice a red blotch on his shirt collar. You zero in on it because you fucking knew. 

“Matt, what’s on your neck?” You interrupt.

He stops his rant to look down at you. His eyes are bloodshot. He’s so gone that his mind can’t make up an excuse. 

“It’s from Sophie,” He blurts out, his lips getting ahead of his brain. Ellie pauses and the entire room goes dead silent. You had no idea what to say back to that. You had no clue who Sophie was. You honestly did not care, your relationship was already done in your head. You were just kind of shell-shocked that it happened exactly how your mind doctored it.  

You glance over at Ellie who is already looking at you. Collin clears his throat. 

“I think this a conversation for the morning,” Collin says, grabbing Matt’s arm to tug him out of the room. 

You nod, “Yeah, Collin, great idea. Why don’t you take Matt to bed? Tuck him in and give him a sweet kiss like Sophie did.”

Matt’s face turns bright red, the same thing it always did when he got mad at you. Before he could lash out at you, Collin drags him out of the room and into the hall. Before shutting the door behind him, he says, “I’m sorry.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “It’s fine. It’s not the first time. But it will be the last.”

When the door clicks shut, you hear Matt whisper yelling at Collin about how big of a bitch you are. How you didn’t deserve him. Yadda-yadda-yadda. 

Ellie just gawks at you. The tone of the room changed so drastically so quickly that you felt almost disconnected from reality. 

“You okay?” She asks innocently, her hand holding onto your shoulder. 

Your legs are still weak. “Yeah, I think I’ll need more practice though.”

She is confused, you can tell by the look on her face. “Huh?”

“I’ll need more practice riding you. And, hey, you didn’t get to use that fake dick on me, remember?”

-

taglist (for those who said they wanted this haha)

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[swirlbeatz]

SCREW IT HERE'S SOME PROJECT SAKURA CHARACTER INFORMATION:

Project Sakura, my little story (not that little actually, there's stories from Project Sakura 1 to Project Sakura 7) that has many characters that are mine and my friends' alike, and I am now here to share some of them with you >:3

SEND ASKS IF YOU WANT! THE BOX IS OPEN!! Swirl Sakura: The protagonist! Our silly girl known as the Hero of Humanity. My OCSona, determined to fight until the very end. Daughter of the Goddess of Light and Life and the King of Hell (making her a Nephilim). Same sexuality/MBTI as me, of course!

Spiral Sakura: Swirl's (older by a minute) twin sister. Raised by her father to be a weapon, but now lives (mostly) peacefully with her sister. Was cursed to use only her demonic powers, but recently gained a magical grimoire from her mother that allowed her to use angelic spells. Lesbian, INFJ, and probably very sexist. Used to have INCREDIBLE IMPULSE ANGER ISSUES from her hellish upbringing.

Ceri Huntress: Short for Cerise! Swirl's girlfriend from a parallel world who was granted entry to the current one. A former mercenary with incredible skills and abilities. Over time, I accidentally just kinda pushed all of the things I find attractive onto her character- (she can ride motorcycles, play guitar, and speak multiple languages...oops). Grateful to Swirl for giving her a new life and a person to love forever.

Kels Opheus: Short for Kelsey! Spiral's girlfriend since freshman year of high school. A literal angel from heaven who, with the rest of her family, follows Lynette Sakura. Very skilled with a bow and arrow, and also volleyball (she's been playing since kindergarten!). Used to dye her hair to a neon cyan like BF from FNF, but changed it back once she felt less self-conscious.

Rizu (R12U): An automaton created by the Hero Association for reasons she doesn't quite know about yet. Known to keep secrets and be a kind pillar that all can turn to when they need help! She's favored by most of my friends (especially my friend Craalfy, who will go so far as to call her her daughter) because of her sweet behavior. Her role could basically be compared to Fuuka/Rise/Futaba from the Persona series.

Makura Tsumi: Daughter of the Goddess of Blood and Death, Emi Tsumi. Swirl's "Big Ex-Girlfriend" who works for the Assassins Order and would stop at no cost just to watch her die. Expressionless and cold to others due to her traumatic experiences (which I'll probably dive into in a later post) and the fact that she was killed before getting brought back to life by her boss. Deep down, she wishes that Swirl would save her from her terrible fate.

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

11.14.24 Thursday---crime plan? Or already did a crime by simply making me a smashed poops!

7:31 am

Still,have windblow...

Hmm.... Last night was a bit weird but according to Ely's older sister she is having a headache...

But I did post, that I sent a message on Ely's older sister that I will just be there outside their gate coz the wifi entered by Ely, still here on my phone... Their wifi will automatically linked on my phone, even without going inside their veranda...

I asked a favour from Ate Eden ( Ely's older sister ) that please help me on wifi that I just need to download a movie coz I only have data on my previous load. If I have money, I always load to have a data save... This is the advantage of being with SMART...

I discovered this from the past years that even you have 5 pesoses on your sim, your messenger will still be a real time message.... The reason why, I'm sticking to SMART.

This am I just asked a help from Ate Eden if she can assist me on coffee coz it is really a hellish feeling for me if I don't have a coffee....Supposed to be last night before going out, she will give me a coffee but she said she is having a headache that's why I told her I will get it tomorrow...

Then,this am I just sent a message that I will ask for coffee from them, will go there at 9am...

This is not my ideal life here... Even with my 2 uncle's, it is not my ideal to live like this without respecting my upbringing...

They can't help me on my coffee, to have that unlimited coffee or basics toiletries like shampoos, soap for bathroom and laundry soap, some kojic,lotions and toothpaste... These are still basics even the wifi...

My case? There are people who are organized to damage my entire future... They keep on removing me on the work force! What am I gonna do?

1:51 pm

Still, have windblow...

This is the time that me and Engineer Brien became us after college.... I had depression from Dr. Rocky, I got sick, had a slight amnesia but it was not obvious...

That year I first met my most loved and my most favorite cousin-white on my Aunt Ten/Tin. Brien was my bf that time....Brien went to Qatar sent money to me but I knew he met someone there became his wife...

Just to remember the sequence of my life...

2:11 pm

Still,have windblow...

We just accidentally brought there by our biological father... I forgot who was the dead relative or dead client of my father.

Look at our pictures,my brother's were cute and we were pretty there with my half-sister Japhney...

After that, I think we had a bad fate just like these days... I think we need to visit that family again...

Arvee looks like the young Borgy there and the 2 brother's seems an artist from TV....

2:23 pm

Still,have windblow...

Supposed to be I was a doctor but I was immature when I fell down on the lap of Dr.Rocky... It was a learning process for me...

7:21 pm

Still,have windblow...

I don't like Wendell Ibias just like ate Ochie....He is the brother of Doc Ibias... Wendell is the lead of Tau Gamma here... He is not a good person for me just like ate Ochie... They will not really help me,they will press me down that's their character... Hindi mabuting tao si Wendell ( not a good person)...

8:16 pm

Still,have windblow...

I'm self-pitying... Thinking of money and job....I feel so ugly and fat.

I can't get a bf that I want having a mutual thing... I can't see the one that I want... I feel self-pity....

I'm not likeable ever since...I can't get a man these days having the maturity of a real adult... I'm so broke...

Though, I wanted my cousin-white on my Aunt Ten/Tin I feel hopeless... But I still feel angry on a lot of different issues and I know my biological father doesn't want to dwell on it... But it feels weird,if I will not let it out here...

For some people who thought that I can't choose ... I did try for 17 years and I agreed on some weird hints that people gave to me but it was already over time or let's say an expired issues here. How can you just let the issue be alive, if it is really a triple dead...The least you can do is to give tribute and respect and move on... I just realized and accidentally was able to do a back-tracking of what "ish" can do to my life until these days that I'm aging for nothing...

9:23 pm

Still,have windblow...

I feel bitterish, it is obvious since 2007, my old fakers friends are all happy that I'm not around... Nobody wants to find me... But as well the new fakers just like the old friends...

[jmeelee]

Except at Waffle House

A Sterek AU inspired by that ridiculous Reddit post about the girl who’s BF keeps fighting the cook at Waffle House.

As far as boyfriend’s went, Braeden hit the jackpot when she met Derek Hale. She hadn’t been looking for a partner when she’d stepped into the first class of her Master’s program, but there he’d been, sitting dead-center of the third row in the cavernous lecture hall.  Derek was… different.  Intelligent, well-read, handsome, driven; he’d weathered tragedy and trauma with elegance, emerging on the other side with a soft-spoken grace.  He made Braeden laugh with a wit so dry it kindled a fire in her belly.  To other women, Derek’s obscene good looks—chiseled jawline, soft hair the color of midnight, ass you could bounce quarters off of—might have been his biggest draw, but for Braeden, it was Derek’s hard-won composure.  When she decided to drop out of the Federal Marshall program and pursue her own independent career, Derek never batted an eye.  When she came home from dangerous missions sporting cuts, scrapes and bruises, he didn’t rage over her playing fast and loose with her own welfare.  He simply said, “I’m glad you’re home safe.”  Derek never yelled, never lost his temper, never fought.  He was a dream come true.

Except at Waffle House.

Truth be told, Braeden didn’t love Waffle House, but food was food and a girl’s gotta eat. Derek, however, had some deep-seated appreciation of the greasy chain that stretched back into his childhood, before his parents and older sister died. So while she preferred to eat elsewhere, Braeden found herself at Waffle House a few times a week, feeding Derek’s desire to reconnect with fond adolescent memories.

“Service might be a bit slower today,” said their usual waitress, who’s bright yellow name tag read Erica.  She plopped an iced-tea in front of Braeden, and a steaming cup of black coffee before Derek.  Erica snapped her bubblegum, pulled a tiny notepad from the pocket of her black apron, and snatched a stubby pencil out of her perky blonde ponytail.  “Boyd’s training a new cook.  What’re y’all having?”

Sure enough Boyd, the owner of the franchise, stood at the grill, patiently pointing at burners and griddles while the long-fingered hands of the tall, thin guy next to him flew around like drunk hummingbirds.  Braeden figured the new cook was replacing Scott, who had quit the line to attend Veterinary school.  When you spent several days a week eating there, the Waffle House family became your family.

Braeden was known to make her way through the various menu items.  Some people had their tried and true staples, but she preferred to throw tradition to the wind. One day it was pecan waffles, the next, chili smothered hash browns.  Today, a cheese steak omelet.  Derek however was a creature of habit.  “I’ll have the--”

“Steak and eggs,” Erica interrupted, graphite scratching over the paper.  “Steak medium-rare and egg yolks slightly runny.  Whole wheat toast, well done.”

“You got it,” Derek said agreeably, handing over his flimsy laminated menu.  “Thanks, Erica.”

They filled the void between placing their order and receiving their food with anecdotes from work and a fast and furious game of hangman on the back of their paper placemats.  Waffle House may be lacking in sophistication, but it’s service was always speedy.        

“Here ya go.” Erica plunked plates in front of them and topped off Derek’s coffee.  “Let me know if you need anything else.” But the call bell rang in the kitchen and she bustled away, already half-way down the aisle.

Three forkfuls of cheesy goodness passed her lips before Braeden realized Derek was poking at yellow lumps on his platter with a stiff triangle of toast, watching the yolks crumble like a house of sand.  She finished chewing, swallowed.  “Derek?  Is something wrong?”

“It’s my eggs,” he lamented.  “They’re super hard.  Not runny at all.”

Had she known the repercussions of her next words, Braeden might have given them more thought.  But unbeknownst to her, she was about to score red on the Waffle House Index of how prepared she was to weather the coming shit storm.   

“Just call Erica back,” Braeden suggested, waving her fork in the air.  “The kitchen can whip up another batch. No big deal.”  

Famous last words.  

Erica flounced over, ponytail swinging behind her.  “Sorry about that, honey,” she chirped.  “The new cook is still finding his groove.  I’ll be right back with the correct order.”

Derek thanked her again but watched with hazel eagle eyes as she brought the plate back to the open kitchen, speaking to the mole-speckled guy at the grill whose bed head hair was barely contained under his dorky paper hat.  Derek squirmed in his seat.

Braeden’s eyebrows furrowed.  “That’s a really complex call-in system these employees need to learn.  And all that crazy code with the jelly and mayo packets?  They’re bound to make mistakes sometimes.”

Derek grunted, watching Erica return with a heaping plate of eggs.  This time they were scrambled.  “These are scrambled,” he said stupidly, blinking at the fluffy little clouds.

Looking down, Erica seemed to see them for the first time.  She rolled her eyes and groaned.  “Ugh.  Stiles.”

“Yeah, it’s a style of eggs, just not the one I ordered.”

“No,” Erica shook her head.  “S-T-I-L-E-S.  Stiles is our new cook.  I promise I’ll be back with the correct eggs in a few.”

But ten minutes later a plate of thinly sliced hard-boiled eggs laid out in a flower pattern was placed in front of Derek.  Braeden couldn’t help it, she threw back her head and laughed.  “At this point, I think the cook’s fucking with you,” she told him.

But Derek wasn’t in on the joke.  He pushed the plate away and threw money down on the table.  “Hopefully both his cooking and his comedy routine improves,” Derek grumbled, pulling on his leather jacket.

Maybe now they could finally eat at some different restaurants.

----------

Three days later, they were back at Waffle House.

“There are over 1,500 other Waffle Houses in America,” Braeden said for the millionth time, waving her map app in Derek’s face.  “Look, there’s one twelve miles away.”

“It’s the principle of the thing,” Derek scowled, sending his second plate of eggs back to the kitchen.  First, they were poached, then they were part of a bacon egg and cheese sandwich.

The third time a single slice of toast sat on a wide white plate, a perfect circle cut from the center.  Inside the circle was an egg.  Cooked over-hard.  

Braeden took a fortifying breath of humid maple-scented air.

“Okay I’ve had enough,” Derek yelled, standing up from the booth.  “You,” he pointed at Stiles the cook, who stared back with a wide insolent mouth and tricky amber eyes.  “Take this garbage back and cook my eggs the right way.” 

Stiles slowly pulled a dirty apron over his neck, dislodging his ridiculous hat, and sauntered around the counter on long legs to stand in front of Derek, crowding into his personal space.  Toe to toe, there was barely any difference in height between the two men, though their body types varied greatly.  Derek was built like a brick shithouse, Stiles like a twink.  

“Is there a problem, dude?” Stiles asked coolly, with the poker face of an Easter Island head. The only crack in his stone facade was the tiny quirk at the edge of his pert lips.    

“Yeah,” Derek growled, pushing a finger into Stiles’ thin chest, “my problem is you and your shitty egg cooking skills.”

“Shitty?” The quirk blossomed into a fully grown smirk.  “I’ve made you several plates of superb eggs, dude.  It’s not my fault you won’t even try them.”

“Quit calling me dude.”

“Sure thing, buddy.” Stiles winked and stared Derek down like a cowboy in a duel with nothing left to live for.  Where had Boyd found this sadist cook?

“My name is Derek. Not buddy. Not dude.  Derek.” The words leaked out between Derek’s clenched teeth. Braeden could slice American cheese off his jaw right now.

Stiles smiled like he’d won the lottery, angling his body slightly away from Derek, but never breaking eye contact.  “Hey Waffle House, Derek here thinks my eggs suck.  Do all of you fine, upstanding people think my eggs are good?”  Stiles got several thumbs-up, two enthusiastic whistles, and one wrinkled middle finger from a white-haired man hunched over at the service counter.  Stiles gave the guy a thumbs up. “Thanks for your honesty mister.  It’s much appreciated.”

“What the hell was that?  What are you trying to do?” Derek was snarling, and the look between both men was lethal. Eyes sparked.  Lips wetted.  Fingers twitched. Braeden held her breath, sure fists would start flying at any second.  Derek made muted sounds of rage worthy of an aspiring ventriloquist. They were too close, puffed out chests a hair's-breadth apart. 

Stiles shrugged.  “My Waffle House, my rules.  Rule number one, pull that stick out of your ass, Derek.”

Derek took Stiles by the surprisingly broad shoulders and backed him into the coat rack.  “Next time I’m here, you’re gonna make me my food the way I order it.”

As quick as it started, the altercation was over.  Derek backed out of the overcoats, and Stiles came stumbling after like two teenagers emerging from a closet after seven minutes in heaven.  Derek made a beeline for the exit.

“Oh yeah?” Stiles yelled at Derek’s retreating back.  “I'll show you sunny side up!”

The whole thing was made even more ridiculous by the merrily tinkling overhead bell as Derek slammed outside.

_______

“Feeling up for trying Schwarma tonight?” Braeden asked when they pulled into the lot and parked next to Stiles’ run down blue Jeep.

“Not a chance,” Derek replied, practically backflipping out of the Camaro.

----------

“Derek, NO!” she said.

DEREK, YES he heard, and Derek, her Derek, the pinnacle of poise, yeeted himself over the counter, grabbing the yellow crossover uniform tie around Stiles’ neck.

----------

“At least Stiles didn’t spike Derek’s drink with meth,” Erica shrugged.  Today the two men were rolling around on the greasy tile floor.  

“Are you being ironic?” Braeden asked, taken aback by the seriousness of Erica’s tone.

“Waffle House is an irony-free zone,” Boyd informed her with a straight face. “I’m just thankful there’s no AR-15s or nudity today.”

“Yet,” Erica leered.

What the hell happened at Waffle House?!

----------

“I’ll have an Angus patty melt, and a slice of Aunt Maggie’s Triple Chocolate pie, please,” Braeden ordered as chaos descended around her.  “It’s like when I have food in front of me, everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.”

“That’s the magic of Waffle House,” Erica said sagely.

“It’s something,” Braeden replied. 

----------

She was scattered, smothered, covered in food debris, collateral damage from Stiles and Derek’s ongoing war.

“Don’t worry, Hunny,” a friendly woman in the adjacent booth told her.  “Throw a tide pod in with that shirt and the stains will come right out!  Just don’t eat it like those crazy kids are doing these days.”

“Who in their right mind would eat a tide pod?” Braeden asked.

  The answer was a serious side-eye.  “Who in their right mind would keep returning to a restaurant to tussle with the cook?”

Touche.

----------

Waffle House had a special Valentine’s Day candlelight dinner, which Braeden could have happily gone her whole life not knowing about or participating in.  

Erica sat them right next to the fancy new digital touchscreen jukebox.  Stiles came out, fed the machine twenty dollars, and set it to play “I Touch Myself” by Divinyls two-hundred and forty times on repeat.

Braeden wasn’t sure if Derek touched himself that night, but any guy who took her on a Valentine date to Waffle House and proceeded to fist-fight the cook certainly wasn’t going to be touching her.

__________

Braeden parked down the road and walked to Waffle House, unsurprised to find Derek’s car in the parking lot.  She’d quit going with him two weeks ago. To so many hungry, lost, and seriously hammered people, Waffle House’s warm yellow glow was a beacon of salvation.  For Braeden, who watched from the peaceful vantage point of the parking lot as her boyfriend grappled the skinny cook into a headlock and proceeded to give him a vicious noogie, it would forever be a reminder that Derek was the perfect guy for her, except when it came to Stiles.  Once upon a time, Braeden appreciated the fact that women everywhere were always looking at her man. He turned heads, but none of them ever seemed to turn his.  Except at Waffle House, and it wasn’t a woman.

Derek walked out of the restaurant twenty minutes later to find her sitting on the hood of his black Camaro.  “You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” he asked, monotone. She wondered at Drek’s equanimity, which has always seemed so inviting to her before.  Maybe Braeden just didn’t inspire passion in Derek, the way Stiles obviously did.  

She nodded.

“Is there anything I can say to change your mind?”

She shook her head.  “Not unless you can tell me what this is really about. Not unless you can tell me who you are.  Because this person isn’t the Derek I thought I knew.”

Lately, she’d been thinking a lot about a proverb her mother used to recite when she was younger.  Briseann an dúchais trí shúile an chait. The true nature of someone’s character is revealed through their eyes.  Derek’s head swiveled between Braeden and the view through the glass window, where Erica was helping Stiles off the floor, and Boyd was mopping up spilled chocolate milk, and several patrons were still surreptitiously filming the whole ordeal on their cellphones. Derek’s eyes followed Stiles like a wolf stalking prey.  “Shit, I—”

“Derek,” she said, sliding down the hood and coming to stand before him, “you were an amazing boyfriend and a great guy.”  Braeden sighed. “Except at Waffle House.” 

Derek shoved his fists into the front pockets of his too-tight jeans, scuffed the toe of his sneaker against the brick facade of the restaurant.  “Yeah,” he relented.  “I’m really sorry.”

“Me too, Derek.”  She gently patted his stubbled cheek.  “Good luck with-” she gestured toward the golden fluorescent lights, the black and yellow signage, at Stiles standing stock still and Bambi-eyed behind the counter, holding a chunk of frozen bacon to the top of his head- “whatever the hell this is.  I’ll see you around.”

She waved good-bye to Stiles through the window, who raised a hesitant hand back to her, and walked out of the parking lot.

Roughly a year and a half later, Braeden thumbed through a used newspaper while she waited at her local coffee shop for the barista to call her name.  She flipped from business to sports, passing the society section on her way, when a pithy headline caught her attention.  

Waffle Brawls lead to Wedding Bells.

Huh.  So that’s what all the fighting was really about.

Underneath the catchy title was a byline: “Groom learned sixteen new ways to cook eggs during fearsome flirtation.”

“Caramel Macchiato for Braeden!” 

Braeden tossed the paper onto the tabletop, leaving it open to Stiles and Derek’s wedding announcement, and left the coffee shop with a laugh on her lips.  

You couldn’t make this shit up.  Except at Waffle House.

__________

As per usual tumblr won’t let me link to anything so the Reddit post that inspired this story so you can find that in the notes!  Thanks for reading hope it made you laugh.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Can you write an alt! Hope x reader x alt! Josie smut fic where reader is Hope's bf and they've been experimenting in the bedroom a lot lately and when they see Josie Hope tells reader she wants a threesome and sends him over to flirt/talk Josie into the threesome

"So you'd be into bringing someone else into the bedroom?" You asked Hope as you lay naked in bed post sex. 

"I just fucked you with a strap on, you should know by now I'm into all sorts of things," she chuckled. 

"Who would you want it to be with? One of our friends? A stranger?" 

"I'm not sure but I'll let you know when I figure it out," she said before swiftly getting on top of you, "but right now it's time for me to get fucked." 

-- 

It had been a few months since your talk with Hope and in that time you had eagerly explored many more activities in the bedroom. 

Now you were on your way to Mystic Falls High with Hope, Jed and Kaleb to deal with a supernatural problem. 

You stepped out of the car, a crowd of students watching you all in awe. 

In the crowd was your target, a girl in a sequined dress that immediately caught not only yours but also Hope's attention. 

Hope grabbed the opening of your leather jacket and tugged you down to whisper, "her, I want her." 

You knew exactly what Hope meant. 

Her name was Josie, you brought her, her sister and her dad back to the academy after her sister had exposed their powers. 

You and Hope had been flirting with her all night and she seemed to be just as into you guys as you were into her. 

Hope announced she was 'going to bed' but shot you a wink as she made her exit leaving just you and Josie on the couch. 

"We are really looking forward to having you here," you said scooting closer to Josie. 

"I'm really looking forward to being here," she smiled. 

"You know," you said putting your hand on her knee, "Hope and I find you quite… intriguing." 

"Intriguing how?" She smirked. 

"Charismatic, intelligent, incredibly beautiful need I say more?" 

"So what are you saying?" She asked directly. 

"I'm saying that Hope is waiting upstairs if you would like to join us," you replied. 

"Let's go upstairs then," she grinned. 

You showed Josie upstairs to Hope's room, knocking on the door to hear a soft 'come in' from the otherside. 

Hope was laying on her bed pretending to read a book. 

She smiled when she saw Josie was with you, "I was hoping you'd say yes." 

"So… how do we do this?" Josie asked nervously. 

"However you'd like it to," you say. 

Josie gulped and grabbed your jacket, pulling you in to kiss her. 

Your hands went to her waist, kissing her harder. 

Hope got off the bed and walked over to you, running a hand through Josie's hair. 

Josie moved her head replacing your lips with Hopes. 

You intently watched them kiss, taking your jacket off and throwing it to the side. 

Hope scrunched up Josie's dress wanting it gone so you unzipped it and helped Hope take it off of her. 

"This seems unfair, we should get undressed to right baby?" Hope suggested. 

Josie watched you and Hope undress each other until you were all in your underwear. 

Hope guided Josie back to the bed, laying her down and returning to kissing her. 

At the edge of the bed you nipped at her calves and up to her thighs. 

"I've never done this before," Josie said in between kisses. 

"It's okay neither have we," Hope assured her, "but we'll take care of you, do you have a safe word?" 

"Um… Stop?" Josie replied. 

"Works for me," you shrugged toying with the hem of her underwear, "can I take these off?" 

Josie noded and you slide them down her legs, Hope taking her bra off as well. 

She moans as Hope's tongue swirls around a nipple while your fingertip circles her clit. 

"Oh wow," Josie says never feeling this kind of pleasure before.

Your tongue runs through her gathering arousal and Hope loves the way Josie's back arches into her touch. 

Her hips roll into your tongue with Hope now paying attention to the other nipple. 

Hope releases Josie's nipple from her lips and shifts down the bed until she's next to you. 

"My turn," she says, her tongue tasting Josie. 

You get rid of your boxers, stroking your cock as you watch your girlfriend go down on Josie. 

She inserts two fingers into Josie, sucking on her clit as she pumps them eventually bringing her to her release. 

"No one's ever made me cum that fast before," Josie says when she comes down from her high. 

"And I bet no one's ever made you cum twice in one night either," you say going to Hope's dresser and grabbing two condoms, "who should I fuck first?" 

"Me," Hope says lying back on the mattress. 

You put the condom on and spread her legs apart, using her arousal to lubricate your cock before easing it inside her. 

Josie is already getting turned on again at the sight of your cock disappearing in Hope. 

You thrust your hips rhythmically making Hope moan loudly. 

Hope grabs Josie and brings her in to kiss her. 

The bed is creaking as you move faster but it can barely be heard over the sounds of Hope's moans. 

Josie palms Hope's breasts while they kiss, pinching a nipple which makes her gasp. 

You want to cum so badly watching them but you know you have to wait so you hold on. 

Josie reaches a hand down and toys with Hope's clit and Hope cries out when she tightens around you. 

Both you and Josie work Hope through her orgasm until she can't take anymore. 

"You ready to see what a real fucking feels like?" You grin taking the first condom off and putting on a new one. 

"You have no idea," Josie says anticipating what's about to happen. 

"I want to sit on your face," Hope tells Josie who is again at a loss for words and can only nod encouragely. 

Hope positions herself above Josie who eagerly takes hold of her hips and brings her down onto her face. 

You slide your cock inside Josie who moans directly into Hope's already sensitive clit. 

Josie feels like she hit the jackpot with a gorgeous girl sitting on her face and a handsome guy thrusting into her. 

Her tongue explores Hope while your hips move faster and she is in complete ecstasy. 

Your knees are starting to feel tired from being in this position for so long but you can't seem to care as you're having the best sex of your life. 

It never took Hope long to finish from oral especially when she's already came so Josie has her second orgasm hitting in minutes. 

Hope gets off of Josie, kissing her and tasting herself on her lips. 

Josie's own second climax is building as you angle her hips higher so you're hitting just the right spot over and over again. 

Hope runs her hand up and down her torso, coaxing Josie to cum and soon she does. 

When Josie's legs stop shaking you pull out of her, standing up and throwing away the condom. 

"Josie dear, why don't we finally let Y/N cum," she smirks. 

The two of them get off the bed and drop to their knees in front of you. 

"What are you waiting for, I know you want to," Hope tells her, moving Josie's hair to the side as she takes you in her mouth. 

Josie bobs her head a few times before Hope takes a turn. 

Hope is well aware at how desperate you are to cum but she wants this to last so she goes slow. 

They alternate until Hope knows you've had enough and grips the base exactly how you like and you're quickly cumming in her mouth. 

"That is so hot," Josie mumbles seeing Hope swallow. 

She gets back to her feet and grabs her dress looking for her shoes. 

"Where do you think you're going?" Hope asks. 

"This was amazing but I have to go, my sister will be looking for me," she says starting to get dressed, "but uh… since I'll be going to school here now… maybe we can do this again sometime?" 

"What do you think babe?" You ask Hope even though you know the answer. 

"I'm already looking forward to it," she says strutting over to Josie and leaning in to whisper in her ear, "and I've got the perfect strap I want to fuck you with."

[savnofilter]

answering all anonymous asks

i have a lot of mixed opinions and stuff so i just compiled them into one post. the public ones i will be posting separately, simply because i feel they are different. all responses are under the cut!

tw: mentions of pedophilia and gore.

i am and thank you!! i havent really eaten since tuesday but ive trying to keep my fluids up. i hope you are doing okay as well, anon!

~ i learned about puberty when i was 6 only because my sisters had already learnt it (ages 8). the educational sites used were always catered to helping the youth learn about periods, puberty, and everything that comes along with it. once i was at age 8, i also had access to the sites as well.

~ the idea of sex was brought around to me around 8. at 9 i had an experience but i will not get into it since it’s still slightly traumatic for me. other than having a negative experience with it, i yet again already had an understanding because of my older sister’s and i’s class experiences to have a grasp of it.

i would also like to add that my parent were never prudes. bringing up this point, disclaimer that they havent done anything weird to me or my sister. once i was 11 (in 6th grade), i was learning about sex and reproduction. my mother has always told me if i had any questions about that type of stuff, that i should never be afraid to ask. 

if she felt anything was too explicit she would tell me that i didnt have to learn about that right now and that when i am older she would be receptive responding. i honestly think the hate stems from the fact that they dont get dicked down well enough from their own bfs that they have to write the pent up frustration on minor characters.

i mean with the cult running around, yes it is. if you are not in a close circle or have an established following, you will have a much harder time getting your stuff out there. its not impossible but it is much definitely more difficult to start up. 

if you need help with getting your work out there i am more than welcome in trying to help you out tho!

THANK. YOU. someone had to fucking say it, couldnt be me since they refuse to listen to me. do you know how predatory in itself trying to control what minors of the same age doing together???? the only time i can see minors getting “arrested” unless it was public indecency. also why are you an adult knowing about 14 y.os getting arrested for sexual intercourse? 🤡

it definitely is safe. the people most active are teenagers so do not feel afraid. if there are any concerns please come to me since i am the original and head of the server.

!!! exactly. her sorry ass callout post about my age and followers LOL. “sorry i have more notes than you” i- i had to laugh. i think its so funny because if this was about followers i wouldve done this earlier, not when i hit 5,000 followers. 

^ this. all it took was a gabby hannah callout post about my age cnckjsvd couldnt be me. these people preach about keeping kids safe, the kids of the fandom speak up about an abuse and toxicity problem and suddenly we’re ruining the fandom? pick one or the other pls. 🤡

i just honestly find it concerning that theyre thirsting over a character thats um.... HALF YOUR AGE. fake or not its weird asf. its really not your place to say people shouldnt be uncomfortable because you write them “aged 18+” and the most you age them up to is 18 and still write them in U.A. i dont really understand why its such a hard concept to understand.

i just think its concerning that the same people who think i have no sexual awareness have no problem writing characters my age and the only version that theyre aged up is in their fics.

theres something wrong in this equation here.... 😗

lmao these adults have no problem giving people trauma. and yes, yes, and yes. we arent saying that there is a problem aging them up, its how you do it. its really the fact that theyre aging them up and having them at the dorms and aizawa is still somehow, their homeroom teacher? please make it make sense.

if youre especially going to age up someone and youre about 22+, your excuse is that, “their fake so it shouldnt be a problem” is predatory in all the wrong kind of ways. 

^ they hate to see it. but once again they did make this an age thing,,, obviously they only learned about sex when they hit 18, and i have hacked the system and infiltrated adult territory. 🤡

right. people are like 16 y.os cant have sex -- no its in place so adults like you dont think you can fuck them any younger. thats all i have to say. but no, im fifteen, i dont have a brain or any sense of the world. no h*rny card for me.

💀 imagine being old enough to understand that stuff can be triggering and no human should even be saying that... getting those shane dawson gore fantasies here.

“no one is mad at you for writing smut. adults are mad because youre writing smut”

your adults arent mentally sound and this is why im making this post. ❤️

lmao i am okay!! ive been having phantom nerve pain where my knuckles are because of that ask though and i had a gore dream. : ) i spoke clearly and properly, when i took them as a joke (yknow being the clowns that they are), they got mad! 1/10, would not recommend a conversation! apparently shes more mature about me but her last post was about riding a teenager’s forehead cnjk vdfd COULD NOT BE ME. she choose to ignore all the other claims and it shows~ 🍵

i dont really mind, ive been wanting to talk about my age on this blog for a really long time since last but sometimes things come sooner than later. even if you dont support my work, i still thank you for supporting me as a person!

RIGHT?! im just really concerned that there are adults who understand that there are moral issues here and some dont. this is why im making a post on a select few and not the whole adult community. thank you for coming to my TED talk. 

LMFAO but they dont see it?! 😂 i think me writing about characters my own age is much better than someone who has 10+ years, or better yet, MORE THAN HALF THEIR AGE writing about them. you had your hormones suppressed, doesnt mean mine should as well. 💓

personally, if i was an adult and i made a callout post on someone’s age, i would put a disclaimer to not bully the minors in question,,, just putting out there. your mature and respectful queen is doing magic. 🥰

^ and let me make it clear, after the point of time i realized that following was 18+ blogs was bad, i stopped following them. and even now im sifting through and unfollowing all of them. yes, i do have a brain at fifteen and can think. i know its a foreign concept for some people. 😳

no no no, its okay! i lied about being an adult so this all my fault. :D just think its concerning someone so easily can say one thing and everyone can follow. real cult behaviour and shes the leader. been thinking about making a mean girls poster and sticking her pfp on regina, but even regina had redemption and realized she had work to do. : ) 

lmao these people have said, “i started reading/writing smut when i was 11-13 but i realized how wrong it was and stopped” so how does it differ from me? you dont magically get good at 18. dont be a hypocrite.

even adults themselves are afraid to speak up. all it took was a shitty post for them to ignore the whole story. these people ignore all the abuse, therapy, toxicity, pedophilia (umbrella term) and everything else that she and her friends are being brought to light about. it shows how much of a blind eye that people have.

this is not a tati situation, i will not go back on my words.

this is understandable. this is even past the age, and this me repeating myself once again. i wasnt even the one who said i was groomed i- its people who were in your, space. think about that.

it really is. and what makes it more concerning that the same people who preach this will talk about how they want to, “beat us the fuck up” or rip our fingers for showing out concern for the vagueness of aged up in fics sometimes.

i even stated that its not everyone who does this but no one will listen.

[aliceinwonderland-333-blog]

It's so messed up.

TW: Abuse, Self harm, ED, Sexual Assault, substance abuse, Pedo

THIS WHOLE POST IS FILLED WITH TRIGGERS.

     Sorry I haven’t been on here for a while, I just out of an abusive relationship with a former coworker of mine. I was with him for 4 months. He forced me to date him because we were drinking at a party and hooked up. I was shit faced will he only had a few drinks. He made feel like shit all the time about my body and height. He is 5 foot 6 and I’m 5 foot 8 and a half. He was always telling me he thought my BFF at the time was hotter than me, then he would say that I was lying when I brought it up. 

     During my time with Him he would hit me and left marks. I remember one time were he punched he in the nose, laughed and told me I deserved it. We were constantly fighting with one another and being mad at one another. He always made feel like it was my fault when we got into fights, even if it was Me calling him out for the stuff he did or said. Like looking at other girls, telling me he wish I had a dick (which gave me gender dysphoria and feel like I wasn’t enough), looking at literal children and watching lolita hentai and bragging about it (which is a huge trigger for me because of my past which i explain to him not to do). On the first date he showed me the nudes of his ex’s and told me He wanted to fuck his older sister. 

     I tried to break up with him the first week, but every time I hinted at it he threatened to kill me or send me to the Military. I told my BFF at the time and she told me just to stay cuse he was good for me. Even though I told her how he tried to force me to have sex with him at a park at night after I told several times no and guilt tripped me into giving him a BJ. After that He toke me home told me how he was going to break into his Grandparents gun locker and shot some people and his EX and r@p3 her corpse with a knife in his hand. I should had left then, Though I was so scared that He would do the same to me.

     During the relationship I started to smoke w33d again after being over 6 months clean. I also started Self harming after being almost a year clean. I stared eating even less and feeling crazy. He would make me feel like shit for not eating even though He himself wouldn’t eat proper meals. He made me feel like every time we had $3x it was my fault even though it was him suggesting it first. Or when I would tell him no I wasn’t in the mood he would still force himself on me. A few times I told Him after how it made me feel and how I didn’t want to do it. He would just say you let it happen. I decided after to make sure my voice was heard next time it happened. 

     One time we went mountain biking, at one point while I was taking a break he started to thrust his groin into my face. I pushed him away saying stop it. He just stared at me saying nothing and continued to do it. I kept on pushing him off saying stop. When he started to undo his pants I had enough. I garbed him by the hips, dug in my nails and pushed him back hard. He finally spoke saying, “Ow you hurt me.” I simply replied that he kinda deserved it for not listen to me. 

     Around December I finally him that I need a break with him. Though I would still hang out with him and do things because he basically made me isolate myself from my friends because he was talking shit with them behind my back. He tried to make me stop talking to my BFF at the time. Come to find out he was still trying to hang out with her. I decided to not see him any more. That lasted about a week or so till he asked to be my new years kiss. Of course I gave in. I was so sh!tfaced that night. I told everyone at the party not to let him take me home cuse I knew he would try to do something. Though The host of the party was also to drunk to stop him from taking me home. I don’t remember everything, though i’m glad I don’t. I do remember crying and saying no and stop it hurts.  

     During my whole relationship with him so many messed up things happened. I lost all my self identity and worth. The most fucked up thing about it though is that I’m bummed out that I was only 12 LBS from being at my safe Goal weight while I was with that Monster. 

     I���m just glad that my new BFF and current Boyfriend helped me get out of there and fell better about myself and feel slightly whole again. I feel stupid for blaming his kindness towards me for gaining 20 LBS in less than a week. That’s because he keeps on buying me food cuse it makes me happy and smile. I never really had a partner than willingly and BEGGED to buy me food just to see me smile and laugh. 

     I guess the moral of this whole thing I’ve been through is that you should never let a man (boy) force you to date them ESPECIALLY when it was a drunk hook up with someone you barley know and for the love of the Gods above and below date someone you have known over 2 years that doesn’t make fun of your body, laugh, hair, voice, face and actually pays for your dates and gives you massages. 

TL:DR I left a super abusive relationship, feel sad that i’m 20 LBS heavier now. Now I’m dating a friend of mine that became my new BFF and is now my BF who basically saved my life. 

[bangtanficrecs]

Lost & Found Batch #20

Can’t start up the blog again without posting the newest batch! As always, if you happen to know the fic the ask is looking for, reply to this post or send us an ask with the request number and title/author. If you happen to know any fics from Past Batches, those are more than welcome as well. Thank you!! ~ Admin P

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1) Hi! I’m looking for a fic I read quite a while ago and if you can help me i’ll be forever grateful... it was about namjoon having powers and accidentally causing damage, so seokjin (who was a kind of a social worker assigned to him) sent him to live with yoongi as a way to make up for his “crime”. Yoongi was also magical and lived isolated from society. If I remember correctly hoseok was also guilty of something and sent to yoongi with namjoon. Sorry if it’s too vague, but that’s all I remember

2) Hi, I decided to give this a try though I think the fic may have been deleted because I just can't find the fic anymore. Basically its ot7 and the main character (Jungkook?) took the boys to meet his mom. The author had the boys super athletic, tall and in college;they were also from Texas. Jungkook sadly had to deal with homophobic classmates. It was a one shot I believe.

Hey, Momma by CaridwenAngetueur1

3) hi!! i’m trying to find a yoonmin fic i read a while ago, where yoongi lived in this small town and had an apothecary and jimin would come and sing in the town centre, and yoongi would give him something for his nerves before he’d go on stage. i remember jimin would glow and light would shoot out from him when he sung. it was a completed fic on ao3, i can’t seem to find it. thank you so much for your help!!

4) Hello! If you don’t mind helping me, im looking for a jikook fic i can’t seem to find again on ao3. Its a time travel, canon au where present day bts where in japan and Jungkook had went through a shrine? He ends up in the past with younger!bts and acts as like a cousin to Jungkook until they can figure out how to send him back. I remember there being a scene where younger!bts miss their flight to help older!jungkook get back to the future? If you need more details please let me know. Thank you!

5) Hello! I'm looking for a vmin fic where flowers literally grow on Tae and he's really insecure about it and gets depressed. It's super soft and fluffy and the entire thing is pretty much just Jimin taking care and comforting him. I'm pretty sure it's a one-shot and that they are the only two that are explicitly brought up. I love it so much and I hope that this isn't too vague.

6) hi idk if any of u can help me find this fic but imma try: its an au in which kids go disappearing often and i can only remember that one day taehyung is one of them and jungkook takes it up on himself to find him bc he firmly believes that he isnt dead yet. not sure bout this but i also think tae got kidnapped to get tested on? and seokjin is one of the doctors in that institution??? this fic is written by a fanboy as far as i can recall and had a reallyyyyyy hard to remember title sigh 😔

kotov syndrome by wormkun Note: The fic is locked and requires an AO3 account to view

7) Hey so I read this fic a while ago but no matter what i search, i can't seem to find it. Namjoon was a depressed ?college student? and he wrote songs that he only showed to his friend Jimin. He and Jimin go to a coffee shop where Yoongi works and yoongi keeps leaving notes to RM on Joon's coffee cups, but namjoon doesnt' know who RM is. I think it turns out Jimin had been posting Joons songs and yoongi recognized his voice and wanted to encourage him. NJ writes always and almost attempts suicide

8) Hello, I was wondering if you could help find this fanfic I've looking for forever. It's an ot7 relationship fic ( I think it's jimin centric). it was still not completed. The summary was something like taehyung asking jimin if he wanted to be in a relationship with them and jimin saying No. Because technically he already knew they were all in a relationship and he felt betrayed that he was left out for so long. There is something about a creepy sasaeng fan too. I would really appreciate it.

Last to Know by Meadow_Wanderer

9) Hi! Im looking for an au fic where Jungkook was depressed, and was with V who had anger problems bc of past child abuse. Jhope didn’t like Jungkook bc of something about his dark past involving his sister who I think was raped and died. I also remembered RM having a tattoo and being an ex member of a mafia group. He blew a gas station up, and Jin thought he died but he came back, and they had sex on the window. JK attempted suicide as well but Jin saved him. Thanks!!

10) I'm searching for a vminhope fanfic. It was I believe an A/B/O one. It was on aff. Hoseok was a berserker, Jimin was a beta and Tae was an omega.

11) Hi!!!!! I've been looking for this one fic forever. It's about jungkook who's an art student and jimin and taehyung are cops who look out for him. Jungkook talks a lot about suicide and he's a university art student. I think one of the art projects in the fic was a corpse painting with flowers. Jungkook also stole from a convenience store and when jimin and Rae caught up to him they noted he had a red beanie in his pocket. Thats all. Thank you!!!

12) There was this fic where Jungkook was lonely and lived alone in a hut on the woods, and he saw Jimin in a club took him to that hut and Jimin tried to run away but Injured his leg and had to stay. It's wip, and now i can't find it :( help please?

13) i'm having trouble finding a fanfic about taekook, where jungkook finds taehyung in a lake (or any body of water), and it turns out that he's from past times. he shows taehyung around present day, and taehyung at one point dresses up as a cowboy. jungkook gives taehyung's peepee the big succ, they get caught by the police, but they run away. from my memory, that's where it ends, or there may be more to it. even tags from ao3 to jog my memory will help.

14) I read this Taejin fanfic a while ago and now I can’t find it, all I know about it is that Taehyung was in some way abused and Jin brought him to his home, also that Jin had a twin brother, also it had many chapters, if you can find it I’ll be very grateful!!!

15) Hi! I read a yoomin fic in ao3 when I was new in the Fandom and I can't find it anywhere, I remember it being angst, mostly Yoongi's pov, it was set in the I need you era and Yoongi played the piano for jungkook's dance, I also remember Jimin struggled with eating disorders and alcoholism and that at some point they had a big fight when jimin came home drunk in a random cab d

16) Hi! I can't find a fic I read few years ago, so I was wondering if you could help)) It was Taehyung/Namjoon fic, and Namjoon hired him as his fake ex-boyfriend so that his friends (Hoseok and Jimin if I remember correctly) would stop asking him to go on dates or smth like that.

if it bleeds by wertstoffhof (roachprince)

17) Hello! I’m hoping you can help me find a fic, it’s a mental hospital one where all the members apart from jin and namjoon are in the mental hospital and another member (maybe jungkook) arrives and it turns out jin is making up their diagnosis because he thought they’d want to stay longer. If that’s too brief i can remember specific bits but i couldn’t find anything on your tags, thank you! Jin is a sort of like a therapist who looks after them and namjoon is like the manager of sorts i think

Seeking Heaven by fullofsuga

18) Hello, hope you're well! I was wondering if you could help me find a Jihope fic that I've been looking for forever! Jimin was friends with Taehyung and didn't know the rest of the boys until he was added into a group chat. I remember that Jimin worked in a shop that was broken in to, and that Taehyung didn't want Jimin and Hoseok to date? I think the chapter titles were all days of the week as well - thank you!!

19) Hey do you know the name of this historic au fic where Yoongi is a chaebol and I think he buys Jungkook from his abusive dad to be his servant? I remember he teaches him how to read and even gives up his money just to be with jungkook and becomes an author

tear the moon from the stars tonight by euphoriae

20) Hi! I'm looking for a YoonMin fanfic that's a pretend/fake dating au, where Jimin was at the grocery shop and his ex suddenly came up and started teasing/mocking him? Then Yoongi suddenly came up behind him and started pretending to be his bf? Thank you so much and I'm so sorry for the bother!

21) Hey! I've been looking for this fic forever (i've tried every tag on ao3, god help me). It's a v/yoongi fic where tae is really into public sex and yoongi too, but yoongi is shy at first. there's a scene at the beginning where yoongi is on a date with a girl and he goes to the bathroom to masturbate. at the middle they both are in a restaurant with 2 other people (from bts, i can't remember which members) and tae touches him. at the end tae masturbates yoongi in a restaurant/karaoke booth?

Hands-On Learning by pornographicpenguin

22) Hi! Looking for this multi chaptered abo fic where Yoongi is a omega and kookie presents as an alpha during practice and triggers yoongi's heat. Later on jin and joon become mates but it's mainly about yoonkook slowly getting together... Idk if that's helpful but it's driving me crazy because I can't find it

23) Hi, I'm looking for an old jin/yoongi fic that had a magical element in it I read a while ago and need a little help. Yoongi is an underground rapper and he always passes by this shop. One night after a gig he actually stops in front of it and goes in. Jin runs it and gives him a drink. (I think its tea but idk) he also gives him a muffin or cupcake. At the end jin tells yoongi he was looking for love and that's what led yoongi into the shop.

24) Hi! I’m looking for a fic I read a year back. It has Jin as an assassin and he saved the maknae line from abuse and stuffs and they fell in love with him. And he also has a relationship with Suga

25) Weird fic I read but I want to see if more came out. Anyway it's super weird, bts is the a werewolf gang and they go to a party for the higher ranking alphas. There they meet an omega of a high ranking alpha and then more stuff happens that I can't remember. I just thought of it randomly and I wanted to see if you could find it. It's okay of you can't I appreciate the help either way.

26) Ok color me corrected if you manage to find this fic, but I can’t seem to remember anything about it. It’s a red string of fate/soulmate au but I CANNOT remember the pairing. I think it was canon divergent, they lived in the dorm together. I remember that the string was actually tangible and the pair would always trip over it. Thanks haha

27) I am looking for a fic I read ages ago. It was jikook, they were in high school. Jk is really rich and loves taking photos one day he sees jm and is compelled to take a photo of his bright orange hair. Tae sees the photo and hires jk so take photos of jimin as he never sees him smile. Jm is very poor, he is freinds with joon and tae I think. Jin is jks brother. Jm initially gets mad at jk but eventually they become friends and fall in love. There was some past stuff with taegi too I think.

Imperfectly Perfect by whenIseeUsmile

28) Hi. I'm looking for a fic on ao3. It's a historical royalty au and I think it's yoonmin. I think it's incomplete too. Yoongi is a prince and his brother is JK. Jimin and Jin are spys from a neighbouring kingdom that's on the verge of war. The last chapter I remember has the castle being invaded and the royal family being killed, there may have been a fire. I hope you can help

Death In Disguise by pikachoi

[aoibaratraveler]

A Look Back At My Time in Japan! Chapter 2

Welllllll it looks like it’s been a while since I last posted again...but I have an excuse! I was preparing for a pretty big interview and getting ready to make a trip back to Canada. Maybe you’ve heard of the JET programme and maybe you haven’t but I had an interview for that earlier this month and so it took up a lot of my headspace, I’ll be posting more about it once I hear my results in a month or so but I hope to not have too much of a gap anymore in between posts! Also, a mutual friend of both mine and the bf is coming to stay this weekend from Germany so I’m very excited about that and will hopefully have chapter 3 up afterward.

I said before that this will probably be a 4 part blog but you know I really just have so much to say on my experience and can hopefully provide some insight to any people looking to go on exchange to Japan in the future! Or go on exchange in general since my UK exchange story will be coming after this one! So much happened though that this may just end up being a 6 parter xD, ahh it really would have been great if I wrote what happened at the time. Well, I hope you enjoy reading about Japan through my eyes! I’ve also decided to go with naming these chapters since unlike my UK road trip blog, I’m writing this 4 years after the fact so it feels more like I’m telling a story than giving a week by week account on what I experienced. Anyway, last change to my blog! Promise!

Without further ado!

First Month on Exchange: April

I forgot to mention! At the end of chapter 1 was when I arrived in Nagasaki for the first time and earlier in the day before my homestay mother arrived to pick me up, all of the exchange students were made to sit a placement exam to determine their level of Japanese and which class they were to be placed into. Since I had barely slept the night prior and wasn’t really reviewing my textbooks until the last minute, I was only placed in Japanese 3 (they work up from 1) which was good enough for the level that I was at, at the time but if I had reviewed like I had wanted to instead of being lazy then I might have made it to Japanese level 4...but well, we’ll never know and I’m really just giving myself a hard time since I take learning languages, especially Japanese, and being a linguist super seriously. I’m a major procrastinator so of course, I put off reviewing until the last moment but I should be proud of myself for getting there and I made some really good friends that I’m still in touch with from being placed in Japanese 3. 

The day after arriving was a whirlwind! I felt like I could tackle anything and was so full of energy! I took my homestay mother up on her offer to drive me to the opening ceremony that was the day after I arrived in Nagasaki which was meant to welcome all the new exchange students and the first-year Japanese students. It was a rainy day but I was full of anticipation. I wore my best outfit that I had brought along with me and had high hopes. It was a really interesting experience as we never do opening ceremonies or anything of the sort for new university students in Canada. There are normally just fairs and maybe freebies up for grabs. My homestay mother only stayed for a small part of it and then left but it was short enough anyway so I didn’t mind. We were then shipped off to the university campus as the ceremony wasn’t actually at the school and then made to attend a sort of self-introduction and general information class where we each said a little something about ourselves and were able to ask any questions about what our life was going to be like for the next four months. I quickly seemed to grab the attention of a small Vietnamese-American who we’ll call TC. She was very bright and friendly and immediately asked if we could be friends because I said that I love to travel in my self-introduction and I seemed interesting whereas no one else did (probably should have taken this as a slight red flag but I felt flattered so whatever). We pretty quickly buddied up and spent a lot of time together thereafter. 

The next day was a Saturday and from the looks of my Google timeline, I mostly just walked around and explored my new neighbourhood the whole time and got to know my homestay family. Although Saturday morning was special because my homestay family took me up to Tateyama to go have a picnic next to the cherry blossoms since they were still in season. Tateyama has a “mountain” in the name but it’s really just a hill that was situated behind my homestay family’s apartment and it took about 30 minutes to walk up. I tried some kakigori (shaved ice) and played with the coolest little Shiba Inu. It was a lovely little morning and I got to experience the happy atmosphere of my neighborhood while we all took in the cherry blossoms. 

I was lucky enough to be placed in the centre of Nagasaki city while most other homestays were in the countryside, closer to the school. I wouldn’t have minded that since I adore the countryside of Japan and being placed in the city meant that I was an hour away from the university. My first official week in Nagasaki was jam-packed even though I hadn’t actually started my classes yet! Even though we had already attended our opening ceremony for the semester and the school year the previous Friday, classes, for the exchange students at least, weren’t scheduled to start until the second week of April and our first week was just for us to mostly do whatever we wanted! TC and I decided to spend our Monday making a day trip to the next prefecture which was Saga. We didn’t really have any idea what we wanted to do there exactly but I had recently purchased a JR Youth 18 ticket which is somewhat similar to a JR pass and anyone can buy it, not just tourists, and you can only go on local JR trains, so no bullet trains or high-speed trains. It costs about the equivalent of $120 and is good for any 5 non-consecutive days with unlimited trips on those days. We had looked up a bunch of cool things that were in Saga prefecture but would take a really long time to get to and weren’t anywhere near the actual city so we decided just to spend a day in Saga city...although we didn’t really have any choice. You see, I’m speaking to you in hindsight knowing full well how a lot of things work now...especially the JR Youth 18 ticket. I only briefly had an idea of it when I purchased it because L’s sister told me about it when I was living in Tokyo. So when TC and I embarked on our journey to explore Saga, we boarded a bullet train from Nagasaki station. We were about an hour into our trip when a conductor came by to check our ticket and notified us that we were very mistaken but he was super kind and understood that we didn’t know we had done something wrong and let us know what our next step should be. We told him where we wanted to go so he wrote out a detailed guide with all the stations we’d need to get on and get off at (after getting off the bullet train at the next stop) with all of the times. It was really helpful and I really appreciated it but what was supposed to be only an hour-long trip to the next prefecture turned into 4 and a half hours...I felt really bad because TC had left it to me since she couldn’t speak Japanese and voiced her displeasure at it all. It wasn’t a great start to the week but I think if I were on my own and the same thing was to happen then I honestly wouldn’t have minded. When we got off the bullet train we were in a really small town in the middle of nowhere that was super quiet with nothing around, it was actually really cool. We explored that area for about an hour while we waited for the next local train. There was a big river flowing through the city, an old shrine on top of a hill, and a bunch of little, colourful wind turbines lined up one after the other leading from the station to the river.  It was lovely. That stop had the longest wait for a train, the next few stops had trains coming one after the other, but we had just missed one by being on the bullet train. After a long journey, we finally made it to Saga city but it was super quiet and no one was around, maybe because it was a Monday? It was really nice though, there was something really serene about being in a city with one main street and no one around except for a few elderly people walking about. We didn’t end up staying for long but I knew from living in Tokyo for a month that government buildings of any Japanese city are usually free for people to go up to, to the top floor and get a view of the entire city so that’s what we did and it was really nice because again, no one else was there and it was just us. Afterward, we took some photos with the cherry blossoms and headed back to Nagasaki.

The next day I decided to use my JR Youth 18 ticket again to go to Sasebo which is in Nagasaki prefecture so it wouldn’t be that long of a trip but TC didn’t want to have any more long train rides for a while so I went on my own. Sasebo is well known in the prefecture by people and is a recommended spot from locals because it’s where the American naval base is and has a different vibe to it compared to other prefectures. It is also famous for the “Sasebo burger” which is essentially just a normal-sized burger to us Westerners but was designed for the surge in marines that were living in Sasebo after World War II and became a hit to all visitors thereafter. I really just spent an afternoon walking around and admiring the area because, yes, it didn’t quite feel like the rest of Japan, but not exactly like America either. You’d have to see for yourself. I mostly wanted to visit Sasebo because there was meant to be an abandoned theme park nearby and I love that sort of stuff but unfortunately I would have needed a car to get there. The train ride in and out is what made it really special. It was absolutely gorgeous because the trip went along the coast and it was such a beautiful day, I honestly wish I had videotaped it. 

The following couple of days I visited my university and more thoroughly explored the inner and outer parts of Nagasaki city, especially the biggest shrine in the area and what made that part of the city so popular, Suwajinja/ Suwa Shrine. “It is located in the northern part of the city, on the slopes of Mount Tamazono-san, and features a 277-step stone staircase leading up the mountain to the various buildings that comprise the shrine. Suwa shrine was established as a way of stopping and reversing the conversion to Christianity that was taking place in Nagasaki. In modern times it remains an important and successful center of the community.” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suwa_Shrine_(Nagasaki)

I also got a job! It was the funniest thing actually. A day or so prior, I was walking with my homestay mother through town to help her go grocery shopping and I saw a little building that had an English school in it and was intrigued. Later, that night I looked the school up and decided to send them an email expressing my interest in working there part-time and if they had any open spots. I immediately got a response from the owner and he said I could come by the next day for a chat. I did just that and apparently, as I arrived, little did I know, a guy that the owner had just spent two weeks training and getting ready for the after spring break rush of students decided to quit at the last minute and do a runner. So to sum it up, after a pleasant but short conversation, I was hired on the spot. I was told to come by the next day for some quick training prep, as I had never taught English before, so that I could start the following week. He clearly needed someone after the other guy had bailed out though.

Finally, on Friday and the end of my first week in Nagasaki, all of the exchange students were taken for an overnight trip to the mountain and hot springs town of Unzen! It took us about 7 and a half hours to get there but we left early in the morning and arrived mid-afternoon so there was still plenty of time for us to do stuff. We were to stay in a traditional hotel next to a natural hot springs and several geysers. It was such a cool and mysterious area to explore with my exchange mates and TC, especially at night after soaking in the hot springs (which let me tell you was awkward considering it was my first time being naked in front of other people, other girls, but still). The air was misty because of the sulfur, smelled like rotten eggs, but that didn’t stop us from walking around in our hotel yukatas. We stayed up for a large portion of the night, took in the atmosphere and just basically partied. The next day we hiked Mount Unzen and it was awesome, the view was glorious. It was also just a really nice bonding experience and a better way for us all to get to know each other. After our hike, we were taken to the small town of Obama which wasn’t named after the former U.S. president but did have a statue of him. It was also a seaside town and was popular for its free public hot spring foot baths which we indulged in after having a delicious nabe lunch. It was an unforgettable overnight trip and did its job of helping all the exchange students get to know each other better (more detail here and below).

The following week consisted of more city exploration, settling in, my first shifts at the English school, some administrative university stuff like signing up for classes the old school way with pen and paper - gotta love Japan - and actually attending classes. It may seem a bit mundane but I enjoyed every minute of it. Oh I forgot to mention, another reason why Nagasaki is so cool to explore and why I never get tired of it is there is a big Portuguese and Dutch influence mixed in with the Japanese aesthetic because those were the first countries that Japan opened up trade to on the port of Nagasaki between the 16th and 19th centuries. To add to that, there are also several hidden Christian sites that are also UNESCO World Heritage sites around the area because when Christianity first appeared with the Dutch and the Portuguese, it was outlawed and forbidden.

In the next couple of weeks, I went strawberry picking with my homestay family which was spectacular! They had a family friend who owned a strawberry farm and we were allowed to pick an unlimited number of delicious, fresh strawberries. I’m telling you we picked enough strawberries to last us for the next few weeks and I got a strawberry coma from the amount that I ate. It was great. After strawberry picking, my homestay family took me to a restaurant nearby the farm where all the ingredients were locally sourced. A few days after that, I spent the day with a few of my new friends as well as TC and we went to the Nagasaki Penguin Aquarium and, boy, was that cool. We saw so many species of Penguin with all sorts of personalities. There was something that put a bit of a hamper in our day and that had to do with a guy who my friend so eloquently nicknamed as “kimoi” (Japanese for gross). I suppose it all started a  day or so before my friends and I decided to meet up for the aquarium. I was sitting in the lounge at uni waiting for some people when a Japanese guy approached me and wanted to chat and obviously that was no problem so I obliged because I’m always down to make new friends. He  seemed nice and friendly enough but we slowly moved from small talk to him mentioning a girl that I am now friends with but at the time didn’t know so well even though we were in the same class. He began talking shit about her and how mean she was to him and….how he wanted to kill her...I was like whoa ok no need for that, I’m sure it was a misunderstanding and I tried to cheer him up and his mood did end up getting better and then he just started complimenting me and saying how nice I was and I honestly didn’t know how to take what was happening. I honestly should have taken it more seriously but it was really just a passing conversation that I had with him since we were the only ones in the lounge and he seemed to be friends with a few other people that I had befriended. It was very strange though especially since Japanese people aren’t known to speak ill of others. Anyway, someone from the group of people I met had invited him to hang out with us at the aquarium and I was ok with it at first but...it turns out that he took our small talk that happened by chance as a sign that I liked him??? And wanted to date him?? He assumed that this whole day at the aquarium was our date and I somehow turned into his girlfriend and the other people that were there were just...third, fourth, fifth, and sixth wheels….It was bizarre and I was thoroughly creeped out. He was clearly unstable. The whole time at the aquarium he was trying to find a chance to be alone with me and get the other guys to leave but I kept making sure we were always with everyone and finally one of my guy friends took one for the team and said he’ll distract him by insisting he wants to hang out with him somewhere else while the rest of us headed back to the city. We ended the day by having a much needed calming visit to the Nagasaki Museum of History and Culture and spent a couple of hours learning about our new home. 

Then, on the 27th of April, my birthday, I was pleasantly surprised by a home celebration planned by my homestay mother. She got me a little Sailor Moon figure since I mentioned how much I love the character Sailor Moon, ordered chiraishi bowls for all of us which is essentially sashimi over rice, and some cake. I was absolutely delighted. It was a fantastic day if I do say so myself especially since earlier in the day when I was in class my new friends had all bought me snacks and wished me happy birthday. I was further spoiled after work the next day by my boss taking me and my coworkers out for an izakaya dinner, obviously I don’t drink but the food at izakayas are always sooooo good. It was definitely one of my more favourite birthdays, I was 22 and having the time of my life.

I decided to end off April and spend Golden Week, which is a week at the end of April and beginning of May filled with national holidays and is thus called “Golden Week” by making a trip to Busan, South Korea with TC. She found a deal for us to take a 3-hour ferry from Fukuoka to Busan and stay in a Couchsurfing place (which was to be my first of many). I soon learned from this trip that even though TC claimed to be travel savvy, she doesn’t really do her research very well. But I’ll get to that in a bit. We embarked on our journey from Nagasaki station by highway bus (which was the cheapest option) to Fukuoka to take our ferry. When we arrived, we quickly got lost. South Korea, well Busan, isn’t quite as easy to figure out as Japan but that’s mostly because neither of us spoke Korean. We spent a while trying to find wifi and our host’s place. We were excited to be able to explore the city of Busan at any rate and spoke to a few locals along our way who could speak a little English. When we finally found and arrived at our host’s place. We found out that our host didn’t have a bed or a blanket or anything for us to sleep on, just literally the hardwood floor of his kitchen in a small one-bedroom apartment. I mean I was grateful to have shelter, I was, but damn. TC complained that the couple of other times that she used Couchsurfing she always had her own room and bed and didn’t know why this happened but being that I now have lots of experience in Couchsurfing, I can tell you that TC was either lying or that she must have had luck of the draw with her previous Couchsurfing trips and just requested to stay with the first person that popped up in Busan. Normally, when you look on Couchsurfing you can tell what the host is offering, where you get your own room or a shared room, how much privacy you get and pictures of the place but this guy must have had nothing up on his profile otherwise I don’t see how TC would have requested to stay with him...actually I still don’t see why she requested to stay with him. I never stay with someone if they have no references, pictures, or if it’s a shared space. It was such an uncomfortable 6 days because I really was not prepared to be sleeping on a hardwood floor with no cover but the clothes from my bag. The host was really nice though and he could speak English well so that was a plus. I mostly blame TC for most likely not actually reading his profile because then I could have prepared myself.

We spent our first full day in Busan and the last day of April at the Gamcheon Culture Village which is considered the “Asian Santorini” for its colourful landscape. TC had arranged for us to meet up with another couchsurfing host and his guest. One of whom was a Vietnamese ex-pat and an American from Connecticut that had been spending the past few months traveling around Asia. He was really cool and open-minded, we both connected with the two guys really quickly and had a blast exploring the village, trying street food and heading to downtown Busan. The American guy, Z, reminded me that travel shouldn’t be about seeing as much as possible but just absorbing where you are and taking in everything as opposed to getting so much done but never actually experiencing it. We walked for ages and thoroughly investigated every nook and cranny of this intriguing village. We also hiked up to the top and took an amazing view of all of the colourful buildings and artwork. I ate a loooot of street food that day and honestly each thing was under a dollar, it was great! Two things stood out to me from my street food adventure and that was Beondegi which is silkworm pupae; bitter but not overly gross and hotteok; my absolute favourite thing that I tried even though I’m not really much of a sweet tooth. It was a deliciously sweet, caramelly thick pancake with peanuts. One of the reasons why I love Busan so much is that the food is so cheap and delicious so I really did eat a lot of it….Since we hit it off with these two other couch surfers, we decided to meet up with them a few more times before leaving Busan. Later that night when we got back to our host’s apartment, we were invited to have fried chicken with him and his friend--an absolute must-have if you’re ever in Korea.

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They think their girlfriend is pregnant but she isn’t

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Jin/Kim Seokjin:

Jin paced around all afternoon waiting for you to get home. As you walked through the door he immediately greeted you. “Oh wow someone’s eager to see me” you laughed. He didn’t even give you the chance to hug or kiss him. He pulled you over the sofa and you sat down. “Jinnie what’s all this for?” You we’re confused as to why he was acting strange.

“Okay listen (y/n)”. He got down on one knee. In front of you. Your face was beyond the point of confusion now. You tried to speak up to ask what was going on but he just silenced you. “I want to do what’s best for both you and our child...” his hand placed on your belly.

“Woah hold up there solider” you removed his hand off your belly. “What child?” You questioned.

“Wait what?” His face was just as confused as yours.

“You were going to propose to me because you thought I was pregnant?” You laughed. “I’m not pregnant what made you think that?”

“Oh well... you’ve been walking around holding your belly, and you look like you’ve got a little bump”. He furrowed his brows in confusion. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Jin no. I’ve had awful bloating this week. I’m due my period next week”. Your laughing got even louder and Jin’s fave grew red with embarrassment.

“Oh god” Jin simply joined in laughing his own mistake.

Suga/Min Yoongi:

“Hi handsome” you shouted as you walked through the door closing it behind you. No answer. “Yoongi??” You shouted again. Even if he was asleep he would’ve heard you, woken up and sleepily wondered through to the living room to greet you. As you walked into the kitchen you saw a note on the counter top.

It read, ‘sorry for being such a coward’. You were utterly confused as to why Yoongi had left this for you and what he meant by it. You quickly got your phone out and dialled his number. No answer. You tried again, and again and again. He finally picked up after calling him for the fifth time.

“What’s this note here for? Get your ass back home and explain this to me” you hung up not giving him a chance to answer or even argue with you.

Half an hour later he came walking through.

“Hi” his voice quietly echoed through the hallway.

“What’s going on?” You questioned as he sat down on the sofa next to you.

“(Y/n).. I know you’re pregnant”. Your eyes widened.

“Well I’d like to know how you know this information because I can tell you for a fact I’m not” Yoongi’s face was more confused than you’d ever seen it.

“But I found a pregnancy test in the trash”. His voice of full of confusion, and fear. You sighed.

“Oh my god that’s my sisters. She did the test here because she wants to surprise her fiancé”. Yoongi let out a huge sigh as you gently laughed.

“Oh thank fuck. I was not ready for that responsibility just yet”.

J-Hope/Jung Hoseok:

“(Y/n)?” Hobi gently said your name walking into the room and sitting on the bed next to you. You simply looked up at him feeling too sick to say anything. He sighed. “I’m not ready to be a dad”. Despite the horrible feeling in your stomach you bolted up and looked at him with wide eyes.

“What? Do you think I’m pregnant?” You asked in shock.

“Well... yes” Hoseok paused for a second. “You’ve been puking a lot these past couple of days, and we didn’t use a condom a month or so ago and I sort of assumed that you were?” There was a look of fear and confusion in his eyes. You laughed.

“Baby you’ve got nothing to worry about, I’ve got food poisoning. Simple as. I went to a restaurant that has a lot of mixed reviews with (y/bf/n) the other day, and the food wa-...” you couldn’t even get the rest of the sentence out as even the thought of how horrible the food was made you want to vomit.

“Oh I’m so stupid” Hobi sighed and flopped down on the bed next to you his cheeks turning pink from embarrassment. A small laugh escaped your mouth. You laid back down and cuddled into him.

“I don’t have any plans on getting pregnant any time soon. Don’t worry”. Hobi smiled and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

RM/Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon knew that you always kept a box of tampons on top of the toilet tank, so when he’d noticed that the empty box hadn’t been replaced he started to panic. He was too young to be a dad and he definitely wasn’t ready due to being away so often. He spent the whole day trying to figure out what to do.

He was sat on the sofa next to you tapping his hand on his leg repeatedly. “Joonie can you stop tapping it’s annoying as hell”. You asked focused on the TV.

“Are you pregnant?” He blurted out. You choked on your own breath.

“No? What made you think that”. You rested your hand on his knee.

“Well... the box of tampons in the bathroom hadn’t been replaced and I just sort of jumped to conclusions”. He looked you in the eye. You let a sigh and smiled.

“I’ve started new birth control and I don’t get periods anymore. I told you this babe”. You laughed. His head fell into his hands and he began laughing.

“Oh my god I forgot”. You both went into hysterics at just how forgetful Namjoon was.

Jimin/Park Jimin:

A sigh came escaped Jimin’s lips as you and him were sat cuddling first thing in the morning. “What’s up handsome?” You asked cuddling even closer to him.

“I don’t know how to say this” you pulled away a little and looked up at him. A small sense of panic flowed through you. “How long have you known?”

“Known what?” The panicked feeling grew stronger. Jimin looked down at you.

“That you’re pregnant. You don’t have to hide it anymore”. He gently smiled at you.

“Jimin I’m not pregnant. Why would you think that?”

“Well for the past couple of days you were really moody and I remember seeing a pregnancy test box in the trash can in the bathroom”. Jimin looked up at the ceiling. “I think Jungkook was with me at the time”.

“Babe, I was moody because my boss dumped loads of work on me again, Jungkook didn’t come over the other and I’ve never brought a pregnancy test in my life”. You were so confused as to where all this had come from. Jimin suddenly bursted out laughing. “What’s so funny?” You laughed along with him.

“It was a dream I had the other night”. Jimin’s laughter was now uncontrollable and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

“Park Jimin you complete fool”.

V/Kim Taehyung:

You’d walk into the bedroom to see Tae sat on his laptop. You sat down on the bed next to him, and snuggled into the side of him. After a quick glance at his laptop you’d look see him looking at baby furniture. “Who’s pregnant?” You’d ask looking closer at the screen.

“Good one babe” Tae chuckled continuing to scroll through the website.

“No seriously. Who’s pregnant?” You looked up at Tae.

“You?” He looked at you, slightly confused.

“I’m not. Where did you get that idea from?” You sat up straight and looked at Tae. He shot you a confused look.

“I used your laptop earlier as mine was dead and you were looking at baby clothes. Did I jump to conclusions?”

“A little bit yes” you giggled. “I’m not pregnant Tae. My cousin is. She found out a few weeks ago”.

“Oh god. I think I got a bit excited. I just can’t wait to start a family with you” Tae started to blush, and your heart skipped a beat.

“Tae you’re such a sweetie, but we’re not even married. We’d not be ready for a baby yet” you smiled at him.

“I suppose. I just love you lots and can’t imagine life without you now” his boxy grin made an appearance, and you couldn’t help my smile back at him.

Jeon Jungkook/Jungkook:

You’d walked in from a night with your best friend too see Jungkook sat on the sofa staring into space. “Hi Kookie”. You sat down on the sofa next to him. He didn’t even flinch. “Jungkook?” You questioned tapping him on the shoulder. He didn’t look at you but he spoke up.

“The pregnancy test”. His voice had never been so monotone.

“What are you talking about?” You asked. A confused look growing on your face. Jungkook quickly turned his head to look at you. His eyes still wide.

“I saw a pregnancy test in the shopping bag when getting the juice earlier and I assumed it was yours. Are you pregnant? Are we gonna have a baby? Am I the dad? I’m too young to be a dad. I’m only 21” Jungkook stumbled on his words. He had so many questions.

“Guess I’ve got to be honest with you” you sighed. Jungkooks eye’s got even wider. “I thought I was pregnant. My period was late, so I went a got a pregnancy test. I was going to take it to find out if I was or not, but my period came”. You looked down at your feet. Jungkook let out a huge sigh and his face relaxed

“Oh my god. I was not ready for the responsibility of a baby”.

“Neither was I, but I’m sure we would’ve worked something out” you assured him.

“I love you (y/n)” he stated taking you in his arms.

“I love you too Jeon Jungkook”.

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I am the friend known as “H” from CancerChaser blog in Chapter 6

I am here to corroborate what my friend said and provide my side of the story of this situation. Walhartonsclub (WC) told me about CancerChaser (CC) back in 2016 after the first incident where CC was wiling out on WC because of what seemed to a misunderstanding of affording a phone. I initially told WC to ignore him because he was not worth shit or at least is what I initially thought. From there he kept me informed about what CC did throughout.Now to go into when i was first referenced in the chronicles about CancerChaser. From what I knew at the time, CC asked WC to send emails over and over from phone to his email. Have no idea why would he need WC to do that. He could have used something like Imgur. Given that CC had a phone that was not a smartphone based on what I was told, it would probably be impossible. Of course trying to make simple suggestions to him like this is enough to make CC go into a hair-triggering temper tantrum, so there is no use to try to convince him to upgrade. It was 2016, being up to date shouldn’t be too hard, you can even get refurbished smartphones for a fraction of full retail price. My parents have the latest phones and they are older than CC by decades. Why did CC chose WC instead of other friends for these favors is beyond me. So he asked and asked and asked WC to send him these pics over and over. WC complied with generosity. WC likes to please his friends. He has pleased me multiple times. He also tries to be the best person he can be. Needless to say CC took advantage of him.So when it came time for CC return the favor, he was resistant initially. When he finally did start playing, he did until after half of the game was over. The game was Spring Breeze from Kirby’s Super Star on Super NIntendo. Did you know that Spring Breeze is a remake of the original Kirby’s Dream Land on Game Boy with a missing level and boss? So CC did not even bother finishing such a short abridged game. That betrayal was just foul play on CC’s end.

Then CC would later use WC’s insecurities to gain him back and asked for more favors. WC then approached me on rethinking the situation. I initially thought that he probably did not like the game and was bored. I made the suggestion to pick a game that has much less interaction. Like some touch screen DS or 3DS game. WC brought up Warioware Twisted Touched!, so I thought would be a good choice there. My reasoning is that CC probably has no real interest in video games. I have heard that he has play Super Mario Bros. 3 growing up. Which makes me realize that CC is a very casual non-gamer person.

Reading the situation in question at Chapter 5 reveals that CC had been simply holding the controller where the direction pad in the upper right corner and seemingly pressed no buttons which means he was faking interest and had no intention at all to return the favor. He really should have said that he had no interest in playing video games. He was lying to manipulate WC. Which comes to no surprise that CC refused to play Warioware Twisted Touched! when asked. He cannot play easy games. He cannot play very simple games. But he would lie about having an interest only for him to evade that with excuses. With friends like these who needs bullies?

The next time I was involved was when WC was having his panic attack resulting from personal issues that are stated in Chapter 6. I have received certain pictures that hinted that he was contemplating suicide. Being under vacation time from my job, I decided to actually come see WC to check up on him myself. When I saw him, he was sitting on a couch. When he saw me he was excited to see me I asked if he took any of the pills or hurt himself, he told me that he gave himself more time to think about it. Perhaps to think about the people that love him.

He told me about the situation that led up to the panic attack. Best way to describe what was happening without revealing confidential information is that someone was very sick and emotions erupted. I had told him that he needs more time to hang out with friends. We not only did Spring Breeze in full, but also Meta Knight’s Revenge, Dyna Blade, and Great Cave Offensive as well. Games in that collection that are larger than Spring Breeze. We did not get to do Milky Way Wishes that day, but we did eventually got to do it at another time. We also played Brawl Brothers, all I remember is that there was a code to play the Japanese version and we did that and completed the game. It was short at 5 levels long. We also played Events in Super Smash Bros. for Wii U. We did not clear all of the event, only some but we did have fun.

At Applebees we discussed the situation further. There I learned that he had sent the same pics to other friends as well which made me concerned. I thought that WC was going to get a wellness check on him or worse be committed to a mental ward for days. I only knew one recipient among the 7 besides myself (I never met CC in person). The person I knew is a mutual friend. The mutual friend never really got to see the messages, so he was unaware (it reached an old phone and when he got a new one, the messages were deleted). The mutual was relieved to know that WC was okay and felt better. And yes the mutual is informed of CC and his bullshit antics; I can confirm that he heavily resents CC, as I do.

So I had to get WC to do damage control to avoid being institutionalized. As information like this can scare people and be irrational. We needed for cooler heads to prevail. So WC told everyone that it was for attention. So WC can still run his panel at a upcoming convention and not be stuck that weekend in a mental hospital. He really needed to avoid the ruining of plans like that.

After all, my cousin once told me about the one time she told exactly one person that she felt suicidal because an aunt of hers  being diagnosed of cancer (from her dad’ side, I’m related through our moms being sisters). Telling her best friend was enough for the BF to call the ambulance and my cousin had to stay in a mental ward for 16 days!

CC’s response was very callous. As far as I know, he never asked what was going on around that time. He just stayed silent and only responded with that shitty “I knew it” bullshit when he received a fucking coverup. WC was crying for help and I answered the call. I live 2 hours away and this asshat lives minutes away in walking speed, yet gives radio silence to someone he calls himself a friend to, is mere blocks away, while I invest in gas and mileage to make sure WC is okay. Some friend CC is. For someone who claims to be “a good friend” in his hate mail; he sure shows no effort in even trying to check up on him. Real piece of scum CC is.

I later go to see the panel and I liked it. Which comes to no surprise in my perspective. The next day I played Streets of Rage 1 with WC. The only other thing I remember is that there was some dude I met who was in a wheelchair because he broke his foot days before.

Now for my thoughts about CancerChaser and his narcissism.

Walhartonsclub would later work for New York Comic-Con and buy the Super NES Classic. Which meant for the later part of September and early October he would be very busy. He also was seeking for connections, so there would not be any room for free time. CancerChaser did not give a shit about the adult responsibilities WC had to do. And despite CC being older than WC, CC would not take no for an answer and start guilt tripping WC. Having enough of CC’s scummy actions, WC finally cut ties. This was met with harassment and hatemail. Which truly shows CC’s irredeemable character in full form.

CC is a fucking disgrace to everything it means to being gay. If I was gay, I would rather live in a fucking fraternity of homophobic bullies that to ever have anything to do with CC. This old man never seemed to learn a single thing about accountability or responsibility. How dare does he interfere with a job? What gives him the right to call his target for the simple reason to give expletives to him? And his emails? Disgusting does not come close. Making empty threats to for law enforcement for intimidation and truly showing his true colors on how he uses people only to claim they are useless after the fact. And his latest unprovoked email where he makes more empty threats and more shitty insults is fucked up. I have heard that CC passed by a block away from WC’s home twice after 2017. That is obvious projection. CC’s knows WC’s location. Clearly CC is the stalker. Stalking close to his target’s home and then acts like he is the victim and being harassed is scummy behavior. I have never seen such a scummy person ever as far as stalkers and harassers go.

I honestly have no consideration for him as a human being. If he receives anything terrible short of death, it is karma. He deserves nothing but negativity and hate. This man is among the lowest of monsters. I have had to deal with people with psychosis several years ago, but this man is worse by the power of 10. There is bad people and there is EXTREME SCUM. CancerChaser is the latter. The only people worse than CancerChaser are child rapists, pedophiles, murderers, terrorists, abusive parents, and human traffickers. All those aside, CancerChaser is the worst kind of person out there. Fuck this man. Fuck him HARD!

And finally I got one thing to announce. I get the feeling that people do not really want to read long as fuck posts like this on tumblr. I am going to fix that. I am going to working on readings of the CancerChaser blog and post them on YouTube so people who don’t really care about reading essays can listen to the situation as well. Because we really to expose CancerChaser and let tons of people know who much inhumane scumbag CC truly is.

[tallat-of-thralls]

Internal Work

Im going to start this ramble off with a very strange story that im going to be using as a metaphor on how i approach my internal work.

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*Trigger Warnings*

References mental illness and uses uncomfortable metaphors. First hand experiences with symptoms of mental illness as well as experiences with people who have mental illnesses.

TL; Dr : Internal work for both spiritual and nonspiritual people is important for a balanced life.

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Story: My mother is mentally ill and probably always has been. She panics and develops obsessive or fixed habits that can create a obstacle filles envireoment.

After our stay in the shitty hood apartments, we ended up moving to the sticks/backwoods in the south eastern texas country. This was all a response to my stalker father so it was secluded.

Well, for the first couple of weeks, we had problems with out very backwoods neighbors and the private trash removal company. My mother was under the impression we had a trash pickup for the neighbor hood but wouldn't reason when told that she cant leave the trash on the curb in hopes that it will just be removed. My (late) stepdad managed to piss off out hillbilly neighbors which resulted in them to road haul the trash can down the back woods street spreading garbage everywhere...

After we collected our garbage and retrieved our busted can, my mother had a meltdown. Instead of finding a trash company she had made us all stored the trash bags in this dilapidated rabbit cage until she decides what shes going to do.

Even with blunt negotiations and passive pleads from my stepdad, sister, me, and then texas native boyfriend (now husband) to allow us to burn the trash or haul. The trash remained. (My bf/husband was sneaking burnables out to rid them).

Eventually, it sat and built massive amounts of garbage stacked over my head. Everytime any of us motioned to it, my mother would freak out.

So, then we have a huge pile of trash festering in a cage.

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Now, how does this translate to internal work?

Clearly, by skipping a few details we still were able to address several external stressers. Taking the behaviour and reaction into account, we are able to figure out the internal influences.

Working on yourself is viewing your behaviour, decisions, life events, and exterior/interior influences in a objective manner. This means, coldly analyzing it to understand yourself. Not to put yourself down but to understand the rhyme and reason behind all tht occured.

Subjectively, nothing makes sense. Everything happens too fast. Analyzing your behaviour while acting is a reactionary tactic that ultimately results in problems stacking... Like bags of trash.

Pretty soon, not taking the time to understand and analyze the forces in your life will create a strange attachment to emotional garbage because it have invariably turned to something pivotal or motivational even. Looking at that pile of trash one has collected gives a sense of purpose.

"I will clean it!!!" But only allowing it to build. "I will clean it!" But not letting anyone near that garbage to help. "I will clean it!!" The cage can no longer contain the vast amount of trash.

The external influences has forced the internalized perspective into collecting and focusing on the huge pile of trash. Knowing how every bag is made and it most certainly should be protected from being dragged and tossed down the road for everyone to see. Its to the point where noone can effectively and safely remove the trash by just hauling to a dump or burning it off.

The Trash is now a problem

Assess the problem, analyze the infleunces that created this pattern of behaviour, and now figure out a solution.

Dont accept the blame. There is no blame to be had. Between the massive amounts of negative activity impacting your life outside, your already fragile insides swirled and hooked onto something repetitive, soothing, but feeds into an anxious pattern. Dont accept the blame but take responsibility for your actions and reactions.

Punishing yourself and fretting over the consequence of trash collecting creates hesitation. The trash is toxic. Its leaking every where. Every one can smell it. They want to help remove the trash and are trying to figure out why someone is attached to it.

Beating yourself up and blaming yourself for the trash feeds into that reactionary and fixating behavior. Take a step back and ask the party and yourself what the best solution to fixing this pile of trash.

Putting a tarp over it only hide its visual. Reinforcing the cage prevents the trash from getting out. Fires cover the smell and removes what's easily burnable. But not everything can burn away.

Its a good start but we all need to let go of that garbage.

Sometimes the pile of trash is so big that you need to call some one to come and get it. (Its what ended up happening). Once we estabilshed a solution and once we we able to address the reason for piling garabage, we were able to remove the garbage.

In the story, it was hiring a company to come and take the trash then signing up for a private trash company to come and get it once a week.

Metaphorically this translates to asking a professional whose job is to help people address the reason for ammounting a pile of trash.

Everyone has trash. We all have our reasons for getting emotionally attached to it. Whether its out of fear that some will drag it out in the open, worried what life would be like without it, so on.

Though external interference is required to help address larger piles of trash, one must understand the reason for collecting the trash in the first place.

Self reflection and analysation helps acknowledge the influences and reasons for behaviour. "Why am i collecting garbage and why cant i let it go?"

Having hugely impactful events or chronic problems pushing on you externally can effect one internally. It will exasperate any mental illness or fixation that some one already has. Sometimes it makes sense, most times it only makes sense when doing the behaviour. In any regard, it requires internal retrospection to both understand the problem and coming up with a solution.

Mental illness will tell you to collect trash, make you hate yourself for collecting trash, make you hold onto trash, then punish you for having trash. Mental illness will do everything within its power to continue with that pattern of behaviour.

Mental illness isn't your fault no matter how many times it tries to convince you that it is. Seek a solution, not a punishment. Address the results and work on cleaning it up. Punishing yourself only feeds into the cycle of behaviour of fixating on that metaphorical trash.

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Ive been experiencing this personally. I am sharing the story i had connected my internal conflict to. I am working on addressing my subjective dallying and mental dancing to avoid staring at my giant pile of stinky, leaky trash.

My solution: Peel back the layers one by one and surely remove the emotional garbage i have been holding onto.

No blame. No hate. Just lots of screaming and crying about the garbage i have so nonsensically grown attached to. I should probably seek a professional to help but as it currently stands, i have walled myself in a trash cage.

Im unable to get through and analyze the resources available let alone fathom the heap that has built up around me.

The first step i took was knowing that i was in trash. I am Not trash. Then removing my attachment to my trash by looking at what influenced me to start collecting in the first place. Was it internal? External? Both?

I am on the brink of convincing myself that i dont need the trash.

A very long and painful process. I still have a ways to go.

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In conclusion, this is internal work. You reflect on yourself and accept shortcomings without casting blame. Once that is established you can begin working on a solution to address the problems as a result of things that were outside control.

In all of the "basic" spirit work i have practiced, this is the most difficult and longest process of attaining personal balance.

I hate it. It forces me to confront my fixations and behaviours. It causes conflict with my well rooted mental illness and makes me acknowledge the external traumas that brought me to this point.

Despite the pain, in my opinion, this sort of internal work is extraordinarily important. Whether youre part of or outside of the spiritual and faith community.

If you are a faith filled person that employs spirit works, this will be a continual hitch in working with some of the more alien entities. Some will try to drag it out of you and if you aren't fully aware or within the understanding of yourself then your problems will be road hauled for you to plainly see. This will cause more issues and result in further patterned behaviour. You will lose control within this practice if you dont address your own spirit first.

If you're not really a spiritual person, you will continuously transfer the pattern of behaviour in unrelated or all aspects of your life. This makes navigating the rest of your world more difficult as a result.

Thank you for reading my reflective post today. Take it at face value, im clearly jumbling my metaphysical trash pile.

AethyrSecretary 🌙

[kitty-kat-ty]

Happy New Year 2019! Ahhh! A new year arrived and me still here posting trash XD Thanks God for give me other year to share next to my friends and family. Finally a hard, crappy year full of lessons ended up. Bye bye 2018, you were needed to help me grown up as person, through hard ups and downs you've helped me build myself up again, learning to appreciate myself, that I love what I do, love my flaws, love my noisy voice, my humble born and the little things. Thanks for help me find light again riding off all the baggage accumulated in years and years of extreme failures, specially picking up guys which only add stress to my happy life. I won't deny without falls I wouldn't learn and would keep making same mistakes; no matter how many times I was warned. I still did big mistakes. Thanks to my friends for share with me.. I won't deny there are only few ones which I still keep contact, some lost friends coming back after a long break. All of you are welcome. I rather have friends than a bf, bc a friend wouldn't cheat on you, they would snap at you with the true even if it makes you cry. Thanks, buddy @that-wasnt-so-bad for come back and write me again. I won't deny I missed you so much, but sometimes it's necessary let go and give freedom to see how strong are bounds. Thanks for be my friendo, my sweet buddy who doesn't sugar coat things for me. Also some other friends, which are around him although I don't talk so much with you all as I wish I would: @bmp-slbp-matchup you're a sweetheart, you might be busy; but from time to time you check up to see if I'm doing well. I miss fangirling with you @shiranata you my Yasumasa friendo! Our man needs more love and appreciation; his flaweless hair is my goal XD let's keep in touch. You're a sweetheart 😗 @nitroforcepower you little brat tiger cub! I miss ya so much. You know even if we barely talk there is a bound doesn't need to be said 😗😗😗 you're like the child I wish I would have someday. I really love you. @rose-of-yonezawa you miltifandom fangirl who brought me into BTS heaven, thanks! I can't help but thank you for show me such amazing group, I love each one of them to the bone and their lyrics really helped me to lift up when I saw myself lost. Also your random tags make my day; you're my sister in law too, Clemence brothers XD they are precious boys to our hearts. Thanks for be sweet and freak with a huge harem, but why choose when you can have a whole bunch of men 😂😂😂😂. @gratefulcheesepuff oh shit! I forgot send you the old man 😂😂😂 he will be your breakfast in the morning, you, Ieyasu's polish ball XD seriously, thanks for be random and unpredictable ballofmud. Your random posts make me laugh and you're a joke as big as I am 😂 you fluffy as grass 😂😂😂 you know what I mean, today to train that booty we need muscles, woman; Katsuie would agree with me 😛. Thanks for stick with me although you know I tend to push people away. @tentoriwrites really miss talk with you, but life is busy, take care and keep that spirit up. @otome-voltage17 bitch! You need to sit your ass up for good 5 mins and rest up. It's time to start take care of yourself. I'll make sure you have your dose of silliness to keep being clumsy XD jk. Seriously thanks for be thoughtful and support my madness. @dreamfar628 you girl! Lady Sanada, please take care. There are thousand things I wanna ask you, but I don't want get into some delicate topics so deep. Only make sure to love yourself first, you deserve love; respect, and be valued. Anything you need, only hit me up. Even if it's to vent or rant. I love you so much. Sorry for be troublesome. I know there are more people I'm forgetting; but with this staff new policies, many people left Tumblr ship.. but even if I can't find you all here, you all have a special place in my heart. Love you all with my all being. Welcome 2019! The resolutions of everyone of you make become a reality, love be the sugar in your daily cup of tea/coffee and happiness the fresh breeze of spring filling our lives, with some drops of kindness, care, hope and decision. We all can make of this year a better one to let past where it belongs, so we can move forward, to be a better version of ourselves, carrying with us only the lessons, no the weigh of our past, learning to discern good from bad, keep improving and never stop learning. Knowledge is what will make us great! Love you all my dear friends. Let's do out best!

[spideybitey18]

She Will Be Loved - Part 11.2

Hi guys! I’m back with part 11.2 as promised. I love this chapter so much holy heck! and i hope you enjoy it too xx 

Good girl turned bad? Find out below hahah fuck i’m so excited. 

(i love Vampire Diaries and Katherine Pearce)

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Y/N - Your name

Y/B/N - Your bestfriend’s name

BF/N- Best friend’s name

Warnings: A bad ass bitch, Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfeild

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She Will Be Loved - Part 11.2

3 months after the Engagement is released to the Media……..

It’s been three months since the news broke out that your ex-boyfriend Tom, was engaged with your once best-friend. It hurt like a bitch, the knife digging deeper in the wound as your best friend smiled widely in every photo that was posted.

At first, you were just upset, betrayed and heartbroken, but after awhile, you just felt pure anger and resentment towards her. How dare she, willingly ruin your life without much left to say, ignoring any attempt to apologise to you for what she has done. At least Tom was different, after the day you left he still made attempts to apologise but gave up after weeks of silence. You felt horrible for not answering, but the voice inside your head told you he deserved this, he wasn’t worthy enough to have you in his life anymore, he made that decision when he cheated on you with your best friend.

For you, life was good, you were slowly starting to get back on your feet with the help of Harrison. He was always there, aiding you towards the pathway of a much healthier lifestyle.

You were forever grateful towards him, respecting him even more as a person when your eyes continued to open towards the man you once thought of just as a best friend. That’s right, you were starting to develop feelings for him, even mentioning it one night when you were both eating dinner at your apartment. Harrison responded cutely, dropping his fork in surprise before a wide smile spread across his face as his cheeks were flushed red from blushing. He promised to take everything slow, making sure that you were aware that you had to tell him if you were ever feeling uncomfortable in which you reassured him constantly, that you trusted him with your life. It was all true, and you haven’t regretted it ever since.

“You know… I think i might need to go to this wedding for closure, to finally put an end to this chapter of my life…” You whispered, dropping your spoon back into your ice-cream bowl, turning to face Harrison who sat next to you on the couch.

Harrison raised an eyebrow, his silence overcoming the room as he thought about what you said.

“Do whatever you have to do to get rid of this nightmare, alright bub? I fully support you in anything you want to do..” He smiled, his hand moving to rest on your thigh, squeezing it in reassurance.

You grinned, “I will go, only if you are my date?”.

Harrison chuckled, his eyes sparkling mischievously, “To make Tom jealous?”.

“Well no, i just want to wish them the best in their marriage but… that could be a bonus”

Harrison chortled in reply, before tackling you into a bone-crushing hug on the couch, his body hovering over yours.

“It would be quite satisfying, wouldn’t it love?” He smirked, watching as you nervously gulped, your heart racing at the close proximity between you too. You’ve never been this close to Harrison before in this way, of course you have hugged as best friends, but now that you were starting to see each other romantically… things were getting more heated.

You chuckled, a mischievous glint in your eye, as you brought your lips up to meet his into an aggressive kiss, giving him the element of surprise before he quickly succumbed, joining in by meeting your fast pace. That night you both spent it under the sheets, both bodies entwining together as one for the first time, expressing your love for one another between gentle loving touches.

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The wedding date quickly came around, both the groom and bride rushing around in their separate rooms, their nerves getting the best of them on their big day. The two were both anxious, wondering if their wedding would go perfect as everything was planned.. what they weren’t expecting  a few weeks ago, was a one sentence reply from you about the invitation, asking if you could bring a plus one.

After many arguments, they both agreed that you could come to their wedding. Initially, Tom was the one who sent you the invitation in the first place, your best friend having no knowledge about it. Saying her reaction was messy and loud, was an understatement, she even threatened to leave Tom, in fear that Tom would leave her again to join Y/N’s side once again. But after many tears, shouts and hugs, they both calmed down, promising each other to not let you come in between them anymore, not wanting to give you that kind of satisfaction. But to you, you couldn’t care less, not even a single fuck given towards them two, the wall around your heart now unbreakable when it came to the once most important people of your lives. Now, they were both just another chapter in a book that you have already closed, your mind slowly forgetting the pain that they brought to you, just a mere small distant memory.

Harrison and you both walked towards the chapel, hand-in-hand, your heels clicking against the marble flooring as you walked towards the top of the staircase. Harrison wore a neat black suit, the clothing fitting perfectly against his body, his muscles clearly evident. You wore a red dress, it hugging all your curves in the correct places, fashionably pairing it with black heels to match Harrison’s black shoes. You also had a sexy deep dark red lipstick painted on your plump lips that you knew Harrison would crave to smudge. Both of you looked dashing, both outfits complimenting each other as if you were walking on a red carpet, both of you sporting cocky smirks as the cameras took pictures from all angles. It was Tom’s wedding so of course there was going to be paparazzi, since he was a well-known Hollywood celebrity. You noticed Tom’s family, each and everyone wearing a sympathetic expression as they looked in your direction. You waved at them, your eyes smiling as you nodded in acknowledgement. Even after everything that Tom did to you, they still kept in contact without the latter knowing, they always knew you were the perfect girl for their son/brother. It was unfortunate that Tom was the one that cheated, and was just about to marry the girl who started all of this to begin with. You sent the twins a wink, both of them grinning back at you knowing fully well that you were perfectly fine, their brother no longer affecting you in any way. They were proud, they always saw you as an older sister, the girl who would never leave their side, and you never did even after all this, sometimes secretly taking them out to dinner a few times since the incident to catch up on each other’s lives.

As Harrison and you found your seats at the very back, you shook your hand that held the wedding present.

“I’m going to place this where the other presents are” You grinned, placing a quick kiss on Harrison’s lips, teasing him by biting his lips.

Harrison groaned before smirking, “Please don’t do that baby, you know what that does to me”.

You laughed, pushing his shoulders back jokingly, before sending him a wink. As you turned around he slapped your ass as payback, chuckling as you spun around to face him in shock before a smile broke out on your face, shaking your head with a laugh.

You walked out of the room, towards the table where the presents were being situated, in the middle of the corridor. As you placed it on top of the pile, you heard a door open to your left, there was a hallway where the other rooms were. As you glanced in the direction of the noise, you saw your ex-bestfriend gasp at the sight of you.  She quickly gestured towards her room, for you to join her. You contemplated, knowing that today you didn’t even want to talk to her, only coming here to say your last goodbyes to Tom.

You rolled your eyes, before following her, your legs marching confidently towards her direction. She closed the door behind you, her eyes watching as you helped yourself on the couch, sitting opposite to her dresser, where all of her makeup was. She quietly walked to her makeup chair, her white gown trailing behind her as she turned to face you again.

“I’m surprised you came” She whispered, her eyes watching as you smiled, almost wickedly.

“Of course” You answered shortly, crossing your legs before leaning back in your chair, an arm laying across the top of the couch.

“So… did you come here to ruin my day or what? Because Tom loves me and only me, and we have full faith and trust in each other, he wouldn’t leave me for you” She grinned, finding a way to irk you, a failed attempt to unleash the beast she thought you had.

You chuckled, your freshly painted nails clicking against the golden metal creation that featured on top of the couch, the sound slowly getting on the BF/N nerves.

“So since you both are getting married, i assume you have told Tom everything, hm?” You smirked, an eyebrow raising as you watched her face turn pale underneath her makeup, immediately knowing what you were referring too.

“How did you know that?” She huffed, her eyes widening frantically.

“I have my resources” You shrugged lazily.

“I know you cheated on Darren, love, does Tom know that though? Based on your reaction, I assume he doesn’t, hm?” You scoffed getting up from your seat, as she stared down at her engagement ring, shining brightly under the light, as if it was laughing at her.

 Her eyes widened in panic, the words finally sinking in.

 “Please... I beg you, please don’t tell Tom!” She whimpered, quickly standing up from her seat. Her hand shaking, before she clasped them together as if she was pleading.

 You giggled, “You don’t get to tell me what to do hun... from now on you should watch your back cause you never know when I might drop the bomb... that’s if i do”.

 You turned away from her, walking confidently towards the entrance of the room, your heels obnoxiously clicking loudly against the floor. Just as you opened the door, you sent her a wink causing her to gasp. You didn’t know where this sudden confidence was coming from, but to say you were enjoying it was an understatement, she deserved this anyway, you thought.

 Y/B/N sat down, her breathing erratic, afraid of what you now held over her. If word of this came out to Tom, it would destroy their relationship and everything that they have fought for. Her hands shaking nervously against her white gown. She was about to get married to the love of her life, with a lie that would forever follow her, always lurking in the shadows, taunting her as her lips continued to move, lie after lie coming out almost naturally. As long as she stayed with Tom, you would always have that over her, at any given moment you could blurt it out to Tom as payback, and she would deserve every moment of it, anything that would come with the consequence of her lies and betrayals. After all, she wouldn’t blame you if you did, she did steal your boyfriend when she got kicked out for destroying her own relationship with Darren. She made Tom believe that she was the victim, when in fact it was her ex who did exactly what he needed to do to get rid of the toxicity that was Y/B/N.

 Y/B/N sighed, tears starting to well up the more she thought about it. She thought about how Tom was patiently waiting at the altar, for her to walk down to exchange vows, the promise of forever hanging high up in the air.  

 The wedding day continued as planned, everyone shedding tears as the fiances exchanged rings, the big kiss sealing the deal forever. The ceremony was a blast, the music loud and joyful, the dances silly but amusing, the love radiating over everyone as they celebrated the love of Tom and the BF/N.

 Throughout the night, the best friend felt sick, even having to lie through her teeth as she explained that she was grateful for Tom as he “helped her” from her abusive ex. She watched as you and Harrison sat chuckling at the back, knowing everything that came out of her was a complete lie.

 Later that night, Tom and her were back at the honeymoon suite, flicking through and unwrapping the gifts they received from their loved ones, their excitement on overdrive.

 “I love you so much, Y/BN” He smiled, grabbing a hold of her hands to place a gentle smooch on her palm.

 She grinned, her heart fluttering at the gesture. “I love you more, husband” she giggled.

 “Oo look at this one babe, it looks small.. i wonder what it is!” Tom exclaimed, shaking the box gently to guess what it might be.

 “It doesn’t say who its from” He questioned, his eyes widening curiously.

 “Open it! Open it! I want to know what it is!” She squealed, her hands clapping excitedly.

 Tom grinned, opening the box carefully, slowly reaching in to reveal a tape recorder.

 “Play it! Play it please i can’t wait any longer” She laughed, as she watched Tom fumble around with the buttons excitedly.

 He lightly pressed on the play button, the two turning silent as they heard a small crackle through the speakers of the recorder.

 “Hey this is Darren, i got your message Y/N, i don’t get why you are angry at me, accusing me of being too harsh on Y/B/N for kicking her out, she was the one that cheated on me with multiple guys, even doing it once on my bed. Next time i suggest you to hear the other person’s side of the story before listening to anything your best friend says… she’s a liar”

 The line went dead, silence overcoming the newly wedded couple. Tom was shocked, his body still as he gazed into nothingness, his mind processing what had just happened.

 Y/B/N gasped, her lips quivering as tears dared to fall. Her hands grabbed the tape recorder, shoving it back in the box as if to get rid of the evidence, as if none of this happened. Her eyes landed on the small note that was hidden underneath the beautiful wrapping that was in the box, to protect the evil object that held the evidence of a liar she was.

 She quickly grabbed hold of the note, turning it around to read the cursive writing that the culprit must of written with a bright pink glitter pen, as if it was written out of love.

 The message read…

 I didn’t drop the bomb darl, but i had a special friend do it for me… Enjoy your new life as a married couple!

Much Love, Y/N xx”

 The bestfriend whimpered… Y/N just got the sweetest revenge.

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 BITCH GOT WHAT SHE DESERVED!!! What did you guys think of it!!?? Please tell me xoxo

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Hi, so I’m not super sure what I’m trying to say but I’m feeling down abt some manorian posts I saw. It’s prob really dumb but I get like upset/sad when blogs I like a lot love everything SJM but then say they’re anti one of her ships. I’ve criticized SJM’s writing & there r ships I don’t particularly like...but I’d never say I was anti one of her ships? Idk. Maybe I’m just confused/sad abt why ppl who love SJM choose that word when it carries a lot of baggage in fandoms. idk. I was just 1/2

feeling kinda sad about it. I also saw ppl I respect a lot saying manorian isn’t a ship cuz they don’t say I love you/show PDA/only have sex. I was just…really hurt by that? It felt like they were saying ppl had to act a certain way for their feelings or relationships to be valid. I don’t think they meant to be offensive(?) they just didn’t realize they were marginalizing a lot of ppl & cultures that show affection differently. idk. It made me really sad & I’m not sure what to do. 2/2

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Hi Nonnie, I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this ask and I’m sorry you’re feeling sad and confused. I want you to know that what you’ve brought up here is not dumb. Your feelings are valid and important! I’ll try to address your ask as best I can.

About fandom use of the term anti.

You are not alone in finding this odd or discouraging. I’ve seen stuff like this from time to time on “pro” blogs and found myself thinking the same exact thing. I’ve had a lot of conversations with people about it, too. It does seem like there could be a better way to phrase ship criticism or dislike of something other than to use the word anti because you’re right, it does carry a lot of baggage.

To play the devil’s advocate, I think it’s really important to remember that context is key. Just because a fandom blog you love says they’re “anti” something doesn’t mean they’re using the term in the same way Official Anti Blogs use it. (As I write this, I’m wondering if I’ve ever used it to express dislike, not realizing how it could come across!) It could be a joke you’re not in on, or phrasing used because the blogger was rage posting (we’ve all been there) and that was the phrase that validated their feelings in that moment, or it could be that they used that phrase without thinking about how it might come off to their followers.

Have you tried asking the blogger about it? Maybe just send a quick note about how it made you feel. They might not realize how it comes off. This could give you an opportunity to feel as though you’ve been heard and it would allow the blogger the opportunity to explain why they chose that phrase. I think you should ask them, Nonnie! Just because there are a lot of reasons someone might choose that phrase that don’t necessarily mean they are against SJM, or only pro the things they like about her writing and against everything else.

Now that’s not to say that a blog can’t be pro SJM and still be anti something about her books or (as you said) criticize her work. And if that’s the phrase they choose to use then there isn’t much we can do about it. We can’t change other people, but we can change ourselves. So maybe, you don’t follow that blog anymore, or you remind yourself that they’re still a great blog, but one you disagree with on word choice and topics.

About PDA and relationship validation.

I actually love that you brought this up because this is a conversation I’ve been having a LOT lately. There have been a handful of posts or comments on posts lately where things like PDA etc. were used to lessen or invalidate Manon and Dorian’s relationship and it just left an icky feeling with a lot of people.

I should be VERY clear here. I DO NOT think the people who use PDA as an argument for invalidating a ship realize they’re marginalizing people, or are being offensive when they do this. I think it’s more that they’ve just never been in a position where they were asked to think about it that way. The normative category is by definition ignorant of itself, right? Like, even I had a hard time figuring out why some of these arguments left a bad taste in my mouth, and it wasn’t until after I’d talked to a few people that I was able to really figure it out.

But you’re right! Not everyone expresses affection by exhibiting normative displays of romantic love (such as hand holding, cuddling, kissing etc.). Some people aren’t capable of those things, don’t like those things, or they just choose to express affection differently (maybe by validating someone’s feelings, keeping them safe, being present, providing for them in small ways like making dinner or folding their person’s laundry etc.).

And I think the best/most relevant point you make, is that some people don’t come from cultures that normalize PDA. Western cultures show affection VERY differently than Eastern cultures.

Recently I watched a CNN special on Japan that talked a lot about this idea of “sexlessness” and how culturally the Japanese don’t show a lot of affection, specifically touch affection (hugs, kisses, hand holding after marriage etc.). It was fascinating and I’d argue that the idea of cultural differences TOTALLY APPLIES to the Ironteeth in ToG. We don’t know a lot about their culture, but we do know that affection in any form is frowned upon and discouraged. So if we consider how Manon grew up thinking she was incapable of love/displaying loving or kind emotions (and subsequently beaten/abused for displayed them) it’s not hard at all to see how it would take her a lot of time (and deprogramming) to be able to show and express those kinds of emotions.

This is her ENTIRE character arc, right? From the very moment she appeared on page, she told us how heartless she was, while simultaneously showing us how heartless she was not. (I mean, helloOoOo Abraxos!) Her first “I love you” always belonged to him. But she didn’t need to say it for us to know she loved him. It was there the whole time in her actions. Same with the Thirteen. Manon loved them dearly. They were her sisters, her family. And just because she never told them “I love you” doesn’t mean she didn’t love them. I have plenty of friends whom I love very deeply who I’ve never said I love you to. I likewise have lots of friends who I have said it to. Also, it’s easier to tell a pet/animal that we love them rather than risk saying it to a person, right? Animals aren’t going to judge or reject you—or even verbally respond. Therefore, it’s a low risk endeavor. (Not to say I think this is the only reason she said it to Abraxos!)

My partner and I are not into PDA. At all. Sometimes, if we’re in a group of close friends or family I may be more into showing touch affection, but usually we save those moments for private. There have been MANY times when we’ve been out and people have hit on my partner because they honestly don’t know we’re together. And I don’t get mad/jealous or physically stake a claim or anything when this happens. I let my partner handle it. We just aren’t into sharing our intimate moments with other people. It’s for us only.

So I totally understand how an argument based on PDA can be really hurtful or potentially offensive. Especially when the argument ignores the great moments of communication we get with manorian. As if communication is less important to relationships than PDA…

I also see nothing wrong with casual sex, though I don’t see manorian as having had casual sex (even before the “stay” scene where they clearly did more than just sex). I think they both talk a big game about how the sex didn’t mean anything, but if that were true then why wouldn’t Dorian pursue Vesta? Why would the idea of Dorian with another person make Manon jealous? I feel like they both wanted to pretend like The Sex didn’t mean anything, but I read two people, who weren’t able to verbalize their feelings for one another, finding a shared safe space that was free of responsibilities and the horrors of war where they could be with one another and express their feelings the only way they could at that moment in time. (Which is another reason the “stay” scene stands out.)

TL;DR

A good friend of mine is not monogamous at all. She’s in a relationship with a married man (who’s in an open relationship with his wife). They’re bf and gf and she tells me how they say I love you to one another, take trips together, have AMAZING sex, he writes her the most beautiful love letters, they go on dates—they do EVERYTHING couples do. Except he’s married and they’re both sleeping with other people.

And sometimes it’s HARD for me to figure out where to put this in my brain because I grew up with a specific set of parameters that defined what a relationship was supposed to look like. Sometimes I get confused about how he also loves his wife, sometimes I get confused about how my friend knows their relationship is real. Like it’s hard because it challenges societal expectations of what relationships look like.

I think that happens sometimes with ships in books—or with anything in life that we don’t understand. When something is different than what we expect or are used to, it can kind of…blind us to what’s there. If it still bothers you, Nonnie, you could try explaining your side to these people and start a dialogue? It might actually be really helpful for you and them! Give it a try and let me know!