#those two in the first movie would never cheat on their partner

[eldritch-bf]

I had an epiphany.

[wheneverfeasible]

The Beast With Two Backs

wc: 2.7k || rating: M || cw: infidelity/cheating, implied alcohol abuse, minor sexual content || ships: Steve/OMC, Steve/Eddie, Robin/Vickie (minor/side) || tags: Modern AU, College AU, no Upside Down, angst with a happy ending || ao3

Steve remembered, as a child, his mother warning him of the beast with two backs. She’d been drunk on the expensive champagne she had bought for her and his father’s ten year anniversary dinner. He was supposed to be going over to Tommy’s for the night after his father got home from work, except he had called off, saying he had some important paperwork he had to do.

Even Steve could hear the shrill laughter on the other side of the phone that his father barely tried to shush.

His mom had gotten a little too drunk to drive him to the Hagans’ now, and too drunk to call them and tell them that, so Steve did instead. He promised Tommy he’d see him tomorrow, but that his mom wasn’t feeling good. Tommy had been annoyed, but it was whatever. He needed to take care of his mom first. He promised he’d see him tomorrow though.

His mother was halfway through the bottle when she bemoaned the beast, warning Steve never to fall prey to it, to never become the beast that ruined a poor girl’s life. To never trap someone in a life they didn’t want because he wouldn’t ’wrap it up’.

It wasn’t until he was a little bit older and discovered how long a pregnancy took that he began wondering about the fact that his tenTh birthday was only five months after what should have been his parents’ ten year anniversary dinner.

When he became sexually active in high school, he always made certain to use rubbers, or found his partner’s pleasure in other ways. Later, after his falling out with Tommy and his new friendship with Robin, things got even better when he realized he could like boys too. There was no risk of pregnancy with most boys. Entering college opened a whole new ballpark for him.

It was where he met his boyfriend. He and Robin were working their part time job, where he’d met her, and his future boyfriend had strode in, caught sight of him in those ridiculous blue shorts, and the rest was history he supposed. The guy was ripped jeans and band tees and everything his parents would hate. Steve possibly fell in love at first sight.

It had been fantastic, at first. His boyfriend would serenade him, would take him out to bars and dance with him in public, and would promise to always love Steve.

And then Steve’s boyfriend made a new friend who he spoke to all the time through text messages he wouldn’t let Steve see. Suddenly, his boyfriend wasn’t around as often. Suddenly, his boyfriend started missing dates, calling to tell him he had coursework he had to do. There was never laughter at the other, but Steve’s insides squirmed.

His boyfriend told him he was being delusional. Paranoid. That there wasn’t anything to worry about. Steve had met the friend who touched his boyfriend in the way that his boyfriend always shook off when Steve did it. Steve’s boyfriend never called Steve his boyfriend when his friend was around.

He stopped repeating Steve’s “I love you”s at the end of their phone calls and texts.

Steve wanted to surprise his boyfriend, so he stopped by his room to drag him to dinner and maybe a movie. It wasn’t an anniversary or anything, but he wanted to reaffirm their relationship.

Instead, he saw the beast his mother had once warned him about, composed of his boyfriend and the friend he’d repeatedly been told not to worry about.

Eddie’s eyes were the first one to meet him from his position on top of Dennis, his dark eyes widening at the sudden appearance of an audience when Steve had entered his boyfriend’s unlocked dorm room. Eddie froze for a brief moment before he flushed bright red at being caught riding dick and scrambled off.

Dennis propped himself up on his bed and glared across at Steve. “Jesus fucking Christ, Steven, don’t you ever knock?” his boyfriend hissed at him.

Steve stared without blinking, his chest feeling caved in. Dennis wasn’t even apologetic. Eddie was looking back and forth between them with lowered brows, confusion radiating from him, prompting him to start looking for his clothing. He had a hard time telling them apart from Dennis’s always scattered on the floor.

“Baby, c’mon, don’t go,” Dennis crooned, but it wasn’t towards Steve. No, he was propped up on his elbow on the bed, dick still wet and hard, holding out a hand towards Eddie.

Baby.

Dennis used to call Steve that too.

Eddie glanced nervously at Steve. “It looks like your friend needs to talk to you,” he hesitated, and that snapped Steve at least partly out of his silent staring.

“Boyfriend,” he corrected.

“What!” Eddie squawked while Dennis let fly an expletive.

“I’m his boyfriend. Or…I was, until just right now.”

Dennis swore again. “Steve, babe, don’t do this,” he said, causing Eddie to fling his head around to gape at Dennis. “Look, we can work this out,” he wheedled, sitting up finally to hold his wiggling fingers out towards Steve. “You could join us,” he added with a purr that used to send Steve’s toes curling.

Now it only curdled his stomach.

“He was your boyfriend this whole time?” Eddie hissed, and he looked so disgusted with Dennis that Steve couldn’t even find it in himself to hate the guy. Hell, even if he had known about Steve, he couldn’t really hate the guy. After all, it was Steve’s boyfriend doing the cheating, not Eddie.

Dennis just scoffed, rolling his eyes, obviously trying to salvage the situation. “He’s a baby gay. It was never going to be serious. Not like you and me, baby,” he coaxed, reaching out to grab Eddie by the hip.

Eddie’s hand solidly met Dennis’s cheek, making Steve jump. “Find someone else to buy your weed from,” Eddie growled, and then he was shoving on clothes that may or may not belong to him and crashing through the door, sending Steve an agonized, apologizing look.

Steve finally blinked at Dennis, who was clutching his cheek and swearing a mile a minute, finally understanding his mother and wishing he had expensive champagne right now too. “Goodbye, Dennis. We’re through.”

Steve closed the door on his ex-boyfriend, ignoring his calls for Steve to wait and come back.

Robin helped him through the breakup, blocking Dennis’s number from both their phones and helping Steve file the paperwork to switch dorm rooms. Neither of them wanted him to be where Dennis could easily find it after the first night when Dennis had pounded on the door to be let in.

He crashed in her dorm, eating their weight in the ice cream they more or less stole from work, and watched the Bridget Jones’s Diary trilogy while getting drunk off of shitty wine coolers. Robin had told him it was a rite of passage for having your heart broken. He only let himself cry after she fell asleep, however, muffling the sounds so he wouldn’t disturb her.

He was given his new dorm assignment, told he was in luck because another guy was looking for a new situation as well, and he moved in that next weekend. He should have known that life wouldn’t make things easy for him, however. Because his new roommate? The guy currently unboxing his items as he settled into the new dorm with him?

It was Eddie.

It was…awkward. Eddie had been beside himself, apologizing over and over again and saying he’d talk to the office while putting his things back into his boxes. He wouldn’t look Steve in the eye.

Steve thought it would be easier if he hated Eddie, but he was just as much a victim in this as he was. It turned out that he and Dennis had been dating for a few months after matching on Grindr, starting out as a hookup and a weed deal, but Dennis wasn’t wanting to put any labels to anything yet. He had assured Eddie that he was single though, that Steve was just a friend who had an unfortunate crush on him.

Eddie didn’t know that Steve and Dennis had been boyfriends for over a year now.

Eddie had also blocked Dennis’s number.

It would be easier to hate Eddie, probably easier not to see him again either, but he told Eddie it was fine and that it wasn’t like Eddie had anywhere else to go at the moment, so they uncomfortably settled in together for the time being.

And Eddie wasn’t terrible. A little messy, sure, and he played his music too loudly, would work himself into rants about conformity and toxic masculinity and anything else that caught his attention, but…it wasn’t necessarily unpleasant.

Strange as it was, he and Eddie developed a sort of friendship. Robin had been hesitant about it, but all too soon she had been dragged into it as well, something she never had with Steve and Dennis, who never really liked her. Eventually, they all forgot that Eddie was going to look for a new place to stay, and soon they had become a trio as if they’d been friends all along.

Eddie called them “The Three Muskequeers” with a roaring laugh while Robin pelted him with popcorn during one of their weekly movie nights.

Steve secretly loved that laugh.

The more time that Steve and Eddie (and Robin) spent time together, the more Steve was starting to realize that he might secretly love more than just Eddie’s laugh. Though, by the way Robin stared at him sometimes with worry, maybe it wasn’t all that secret.

Steve wasn’t delusional. Eddie still met guys on Grindr, making them take up the sock system for the doorknob, and that was fine. Eddie didn’t seriously date anymore, only doing hookups. Steve knew he wasn’t Eddie’s type anyways. Knew that Eddie wouldn’t ever look at him and see anything other than the pathetic, jilted lover. It was fine.

At least, it was fine, until they went to the club one night and got drunk. Until Robin left with wide eyes following a beautiful girl who had a dorky grin looking like she came straight from a John Hughes film, her many braceleted hand holding tightly to Robin’s. Until it was just him and Eddie and booze and pounding music and the fact that Steve hadn’t been touched by a man since Dennis.

Until Steve found himself with his back pressed against the door of a bathroom stall, Eddie on his knees with his mouth around him as he stared up with his gorgeous brown eyes.

Steve, stumbling with his hand in Eddie’s into their dorm room, knew what this was. Things might be awkward in the morning, but he knew they could laugh it off. It was just a night of passion, of letting off steam. Eddie didn’t need to know about his unfortunate crush on him.

Eddie didn’t need to know that Steve was more in love with him than he had ever been in love with Dennis. Or anyone else for that matter.

In the morning, he feigned sleep as he felt Eddie carefully extricate himself from Steve’s bed. He listened to Eddie carefully dress, carefully leave their dorm room, and told himself that he was fine. When Eddie eventually came back, he’d pretend like it never happened. He’d pretend he didn’t know how Eddie tasted on his tongue, or the sound Eddie made when he sank into him, or the way Eddie felt like home.

He sat up in bed, head in his hands, trying to convince himself everything would be okay. He sat like that for a while.

And then the door jiggled open and he jerked his head up to see Eddie walking back in with his hands full of a familiar bright pink box and a drink carrier, a greasy white bag clenched between his teeth, and his eyes lighting up when he saw Steve.

“Stevie!” he exclaimed, or tried to with his mouth full. He kicked the door shut with his foot and moved to set the box and drink carrier down on the shared desk, spitting out the white bag from his teeth and setting that on top to spin around to face Steve again.

Eddie grinned, cupping Steve’s face in his hands and bringing him in for a surprising kiss. “I was hoping you were still asleep. I got breakfast! Donuts and breakfast sandwiches and coffee from that place you really like,” he said, still grinning, when he finally pulled away. He wiggled his brows. “I got Buckley’s favorite too for whenever she stumbles her way home,” he teased.

Steve stared up at Eddie with wide eyes, unable to process. “What?”

Eddie’s grin grew smaller, slowly sliding from his face, the light in his eyes dampening. “Oh, uh…shit,” he muttered to himself. He grabbed his hair to pull over his face, but instead of looking happily embarrassed like he normally did when he made that move, he looked withdrawn, awkward. Sad.

“You don’t…” Eddie gulped. “You didn’t mean anything by it,” he said as though slowly realizing something that was, Steve knew, absolutely not true. “Fuck. Shit. Sorry, man,” Eddie said, turning away as he wrapped his arms tightly around himself, hands clasping his shoulders. “I didn’t mean…uh…yeah. It’s fine. We’re still bros. It doesn’t have to mean anything. We can just forget it. Um. I’m gonna go…take a shower,” he finished in a mumble, moving swiftly to grab his shower caddy.

Steve felt his heart stutter in his chest. Hope blossomed warm in his chest, his belly, and before he knew it he was out of bed and grabbing Eddie by his arm before he could escape.

Eddie cringed away, ducking his head to hide his face in the curtain of his hair, and the smell of Steve’s favorite donut shop filled their small dorm. But even the best glazed donut would pale in comparison to the sweetness of Eddie’s lips when Steve pulled the other man back around, cupped his jaw, and showed Eddie just how much he didn’t want to forget last night.

Their breakfast sandwiches were cold by the time they got to them, their coffee too, but Steve didn’t care as he laid in bed with Eddie and licked the remnants of sugar and jelly from Eddie’s lips.

Later, when Robin stumbled in with a few new hickies and the pretty girl’s number in her phone, she didn’t even acknowledge that the two of them were still tangled up in Steve’s bed together—though thankfully showered and dressed—as she collapsed on to Eddie’s. It was only when she’d polished off one old fashioned and was reaching for another that she paused, took stock of the way they were wrapped on each other’s arms and holding hands, and let out an unholy shriek.

Her smile was radiant, however, her eyes bright, and though she told them point blank she wanted zero details, she also told them that she was happy for them. She teased them mercilessly, of course, at least until Steve teased right back when she was going to introduce the girl last night to them so they could become the Four Muskequeers.

Robin shrieked again, throwing a pillow at them, and Steve realized for the first time in a long time, he was utterly and truly happy.

Him and Eddie still had a lot to talk about, still had their insecurities to work through, but later Eddie had Steve watch as he scrubbed his Grindr account and then deleted his account, giving Steve the passcode to his phone as well. Steve of course did the same, and they tried to be as transparent as possible about who they were talking to without feeling attacked.

Eddie also loudly proclaimed how much he loved his boyfriend every chance he got, and now the sock on the door system was only used to keep Robin and Vickie from bursting into their dorm. Though, unfortunately for Robin, they sometimes forgot.

Years later, after they stood in front of their family and friends to declare themselves, when Steve stood from the table after the cake had been sliced and bellies were fed, Steve lifted his glass with a sly smile and in his speech thanked someone named Dennis, who unfortunately couldn’t make it though they had sent him an invitation, for introducing him to the love of his life.

Robin, Vickie, and Eddie all snorted with laughter, and when Eddie pulled him down for a grinning kiss, his lips tasted as sweet as ever.

~ ~ ~

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[coupsie-daisies]

Kinktober '23: Strength Kink + Size Kink | Kim Mingyu

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x plus-size!afab!Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), Fluff, Best friends to lovers, Kinktober 2023

Summary: A simple movie night leads to Mingyu discovering something interesting about his best friend, and the lines between friendship and more start to blur

WC: 4.2k (I got carried away)

Warnings: manhandling, Mingyu has a huge cock, this man is whipped, unprotected sex (be safe, have fun), fingering, one pussy slap, creampie, Gyu has a filthy mouth...literally can't shut up, reader is called a lot of petnames (sweetheart, baby, pretty, pretty girl), lots of messy kissing

A/N: I got brainrot...

Tags: @dragonofthenorth0726 // @wooyussy // @burningupp-replies // @bunnypig18 // @decaffedthoughts // @brownieracha // @ferrethyun // @snow-pegasus // @walkxthexmoon // @aesteraceae // @wonuqrtz // @mixling-blog

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You had been in many precarious positions with Kim Mingyu. He was one of your closest friends, the two of you having been friends for as long as you could remember. He was there when you tripped and fell in front of your first crush in elementary school, and you were there when he tried to do a backflip and broke his wrist in junior high. You'd seen enough embarrassing moments from him to think of him as anything more than your partner in crime. You understood, objectively speaking, that he was attractive. He'd always been tall, and he was incredibly charming in his own goofy way. But having people be jealous of you for being so close with him had never made any sense.

It got worse the older you got. Into college when Mingyu started really growing into himself, when he started opening up his social circle and meeting so many people that practically everyone knew him. He had gym friends, and class friends, and then he rushed a frat and it was insane how much harder it was to spend one on one time with your best friend.

But you weren't a jealous person, and you knew perfectly well that nobody was going to take your place in Mingyu's life. You joked that nobody would understand him the way that you did unless they'd waxed his legs like you had. He said that it didn't matter if they'd done that, they'd never compare to you. You ignored the way it made your heart jump in your chest.

Now that the both of you were out of college, chasing your own separate careers and living on opposite ends of the city, it was hard to find time for the two of you. Your past weekly lunches turned into weekend facetime calls between morning workouts and nights out with your respective friend groups. The best nights, however, were the ones where you crashed at his house instead of your own, weekends where your schedules cleared up enough for you to make plans. And the sleepovers were never planned, just game nights that stretched into movie nights, which stretched into late night conversations, and eventually falling asleep on his bed and waking up to the smell of him making breakfast.

You were in the midst of one of those nights now, the two of you curled on the couch after playing video games for a while. That was cut short by Mingyu pouting at you and claiming your winning streak had to be some sort of cheating. Now you were sitting opposite him on the couch, the bowl of popcorn he'd made for the both of you sitting in your lap. He reached over, and you stretched your arm away from him, effortlessly hoarding the popcorn. He let out a whine of your name, the pout evident in his voice, but you just grinned and giggled. He gave up, and you settled the bowl back down in your lap, tossing a couple pieces into your mouth.

After a few moments, when he thought you were thoroughly distracted, he tried to reach for the popcorn again. But just when he thought he had it, you held it out of his reach again, sending him a playful glare.

"Snack stealer," He huffed out. You stuck your tongue out at him.

"Should have brought more snacks if you wanted to share." You teased him. He stared at you for a moment, only looking away to eye the bowl of popcorn that he so desperately wanted. Then he was lunging towards you, and you let out a startled screech, scrambling backwards to keep from getting completely trapped under his upper body. He grabbed your leg, using it to pull you closer to him, and another startled noise slipped out of you as he tugged until you were almost completely laying down on the couch.

Even with him clearly having the upper hand, you refused to give up so easily. You pushed your knee against his side, mostly as a distraction as you managed to wiggle out from under him, getting to your feet and hugging the popcorn bowl to your chest as you searched for the best escape route. Your best bet was his room, but that was so far away and there was a pile of blankets on the floor in your way from the fort you never ended up making.

Before you could come up with any sort of decent plan, Mingyu was grabbing your bicep in a large hand, pulling you back and easily manhandling you around, pushing you firmly onto the couch and snatching the bowl from your hands. You whined when your back hit the soft cushions of the couch. It was a high pitched, pathetic sound, very much reminiscent of the spark that zipped through your stomach and burned between your thighs.

Oh. That was new. You squirmed, pressing your thighs together to try and ease the pulse that had picked up in your core. You'd never thought about how strong Mingyu was. I mean sure, he carried the groceries for you and he worked out regularly, and sure you'd noticed in passing how bulky he'd gotten over the past couple of years, but it hadn't really sunk in just how thick he was now. His thighs, his biceps. Hell, you were pretty sure his tits were going to be bigger than yours one day.

"Earth to Y/N," A voice finally broke through the not so innocent thoughts that were backing up your brain, and you looked up at him, eyes wide and dark and looking every bit like a deer in the headlights. Mingyu gave you a baffled look, tossing some popcorn up and catching it in his mouth. You eyed the expanse of his neck, the way his jaw flexed as he chewed, the bob of his adam's apple as he swallowed. Holy fucking shit. Maybe now you finally understood what the big deal was. Mingyu was a wet dream. "Why are you staring at me like that? Did I hurt you?"

There was something about the genuine concern in his voice that messed with your head. And in messing with your head, it apparently fucked up the brain to mouth filter in your mind.

"You're just so fucking hot," You blurted out. Immediately after, your hand slapped over your mouth and you squeezed your eyes shut. If you couldn't see him, then he couldn't see you and the absolutely mortified look on your face. Now how the hell had you, after over a decade of being in Mingyu's presence, managed to embarrass yourself more than you ever had before? And then Mingyu laughed, and you would have sunk all the way into the springs and wood of the couch if you could have, suffocated in the cushion stuffing.

"Thanks. You're pretty hot yourself." He said after a few moments, once the sweet music of his laughter had died down to delighted giggles. You groaned, tipping your head back and flipping him off. "Hey! I'm serious. You're sexy as hell, everyone knows it. Why am I not allowed to say it?"

You looked at him then, entirely at a loss for words. And it wasn't that you were insecure, you knew you were attractive enough, but you'd never heard Mingyu talk about you that way. Hell, you hadn't heard much of anyone talking about you that way. And with the newfound...admiration of your best friend's assets, your body warmed at the thought of him thinking about yours.

"It's not that. You're allowed to say it if you want, I guess. Just surprised is all." You explained, shifting a little bit where you were laying. You could feel how wet you were getting now, the way your panties were starting to stick to your core.

"I mean I'm not the one who just shouted that you're hot. I was just returning the compliment." He joked. You huffed, sending another harsh glare in his direction. He didn't pay it any mind, instead leaning over you and moving you so you were sitting a little more properly, effectively pushing you out of his spot. This time you did moan out loud, your body reacting on instinct as your thighs clenched together again.

Mingyu paused, his hand still gripping at the flesh of your thigh, and he felt the way you tensed under him, the flutter of your eyelids. He let out a breathless chuckle, his lips curling into a smirk of pure disbelief.

"No way. You're getting off on that." He accused. Your jaw dropped open, and you searched your mind for any coherent argument that you could make to save the last shreds of your dignity. "You like when I toss you around like that."

"I don't!" You lied, your face burning so hot you were pretty sure you were a second and a half away from combusting. Liar, liar, face on fire or whatever. "It's just that nobody has ever done that before. Never been able to, really."

Mingyu looked surprised, though you were pretty sure he could still see right through whatever lie you were trying to hide behind.

"You're not that heavy. Sounds like people need to try harder." He shrugged, and a shiver ran down your spine. You hadn't expected that. And the more you thought about it the more you started recognizing how much muscle he had. His biceps were bigger than you'd thought about, and his thighs were almost as big as yours, pure muscle.

"I think you're just bluffing. But seriously, it doesn't matter. Don't go reading into it or some stupid shit." You said, fixing him with an ever so menacing finger point. He didn't give in the way you wanted to, instead gripping your wrist with one hand and pinning it above your head.

"Bluffing?" He was so close, you could feel the weight of him crushing in on you. You could smell his cologne, the one you'd bought him a couple of Christmases ago. "Oh, baby, you have no idea what I'm capable of. But I bet you wanna find out. Don't you, pretty girl?"

Any hesitance was out the window, consequences were a concern for whenever you woke up from this absolute dream. You nodded your head, chewing on your bottom lip. Fuck you wanted to know what he was capable of, wanted him to show you that your standards could use some raising. And that was never something that Mingyu had any problems doing.

He laughed, dark and deeper than usual, his eyes scanning over your face like he was taking you in for the first time all over again, learning every miniscule detail. Then he was crashing his lips against yours, closing in even more so you could feel the planes of his sculpted chest pressing against the softness of yours. He was warm, he always was, and your hands gravitated towards his shirt, sliding under the fabric to feel along the curve of his waist, down to the dips of his defined v-lines. How had you spent years ignoring this body?

The kiss was slow, deep, and dragged out the most pathetic whines from you. He was good at this, at working you up with a simple glide of his tongue against yours, or the tiniest dig of teeth against your bottom lip. Eventually his kisses trailed lower, along your soft jaw, down your neck, nibbling and sucking at the skin just above the dip of your neckline.

"Gyu," You whined, fisting at his shirt and tugging him impossibly closer. His hips slotted between yours, large hands gripping at your hips and pulling you close.

"What is it, baby? Need something?" He asked, taking the moment to push his hands under your shirt, kneading the softness of your waist and making you hiss out a quiet breath.

"Want you." You said, looking up at him with the sweetest eyes that had him absolutely melting into a puddle.

"Anything you want, baby, it's all yours." He promised. When he moved away from you, you started to protest, but then he was picking you up, guiding your arms around his neck and hooking your legs around his thighs like you weighed nothing. You squealed, hiding in his neck.

"I'm not built to have my feet off the ground, Kim Mingyu!" You chastised, but he just grinned, groping at your plush thighs that he always loved so much.

"What, you afraid of heights?" He asked with a smirk, already striding towards his bedroom. You didn't let go of him even for a moment, but your hands did wander a little, groping at the muscles you'd been so indifferent towards before. After all, who knew how many opportunities you'd have to do this again in the future.

Then you were being tossed on his bed, the mattress squeaking beneath you as you bounced, but it didn't take long for Mingyu to follow, closing in over top of you and caging you against his bed. You reached up, fingers carding through his dark hair and pulling him down to kiss you again. His lips against yours was quickly becoming an addictive feeling. He tasted like the beer he'd been sipping earlier in the night, a taste that you were pretty sure you'd only enjoy off of him.

He pulled back, sitting up on his knees to discard his shirt, then moving on to do the same to yours. He pouted at the sight of your bra as if it were a personal affront to him, then he was looking at you, waiting for your permission to take it off. You didn't give it to him, instead reaching underneath you to unhook it, sliding it off and watching the way his eyes glossed over, his tongue poking against his cheek. He was eating you alive with his gaze, and he looked lost to the world when his hands cupped your tits. He groaned, weighing them in his hands and kneading them gently before dipping his head to wrap his lips around one of your nipples.

You squirmed, and one of his hands pinned your waist harder against the bed, keeping you put even just with the thought of overpowering you. You whined, his tongue making messy work around your hardening nipple, wetting a great portion of your breast, not that you could complain when it felt good. It was amazing having him ravish you the way he was, tasting every inch of skin and leaving tiny marks in his wake. Then he was switching to the other, giving it the same treatment until he pulled away. He had a delighted grin on his swollen, spit slicked lips.

"You're so fucking pretty. Look at these tits," He mumbled, still playing with them as if he were entirely fascinated and couldn't move on. You whined louder now, fixing him with the best pout you could.

"Mingyu, need you. Don't tease me. Can play with my boobs later." You were nearly throwing a tantrum with the annoying whine in your voice and the way you squirmed and huffed underneath him. He tutted, though he still made his progress downwards, kissing along your tummy and tucking his fingers under the edge of your pants to take them off for you.

"So impatient. Need to be full that bad?" He asked.

"Yeah," You agreed instantly, propping yourself up so you could watch the descent he made, the way his mouth was practically worshiping your curves. You knew he'd always had a type, but you'd never put two and two together you supposed. "Want you to fuck me, Gyu. Want it so bad. Please,"

Mingyu grinned, pulling off your pants and your soaked panties in one go, leaving you completely bare underneath him. He cursed lowly, the sound of his voice sending another shiver down your spine. He dug his fingertips into your thighs, spreading them open to get to what he had been aching for for ages.

"So wet already. Just from being manhandled a little? Didn't know you were so dirty," He teased, and you fixed him with a heatless glare. "Gonna have to taste you next time. Don't think you're patient enough to wait through that and stretching you out for me."

"Don't need you to stretch me out," You said quickly, the thought of his mouth on your aching pussy enough to send you into a little frenzy. "Can just eat me out and then fuck me, right Gyu? Don't have to get me ready."

"Oh, sweetheart. You're gonna need to be opened up. Don't wanna break you." He hummed, fingers already sliding through your arousal, dragging it over your lower lips, then up to swirl around your clit. You gasped softly, a content hum rumbling through your chest as he finally eased the burning need to be touched.

"I'm not a virgin, Mingyu! I know how to take dick." You argued, and he landed a single slap against your pussy. You cried out, your thighs twitching shut at the sting. You bit the inside of your cheek to stifle the pathetic moan begging to come out when Mingyu wrenched your legs back open, pressing them where he wanted them and giving you a quick warning look. One that said loud and clear don't make me move them again.

"Nobody said you were. But I've heard about your sex life, and nobody has fucked you open enough to take me. So I have to do the hard work myself." He told you. You didn't even have a moment to form a response, his middle finger sinking into you with ease. You gripped at his sheets, not having expected the feeling but certainly delighted by it.

"Another, Gyu. Please." You said, less demanding this time. He liked that, the way that you seemed to be done arguing with him, finally taking what he was giving you. He slid a second of his long fingers inside of you, scissoring them and twisting them carefully. You called his name when he found the spongy spot that sent your stomach tumbling and twisting. He hummed, focusing his attention on caressing that spot and watching the way that you gushed around him.

His brow was furrowed in complete concentration, his expression the definition of focus, and it had you feeling so seen that you couldn't help but squirm.

"Stay put, pretty girl." He demanded softly, and you whimpered.

"Then stop looking at me like that! Making me shy."

"How shy can you get when I'm knuckles deep in your dripping cunt?" He asked, curling his fingers again to earn more of the pretty sounds he kept pulling out of you. "Thought you were begging for my dick earlier, but I can't look at what's mine? That doesn't seem quite right, baby."

You huffed and whined, not entirely able to form thoughts but wanted to argue against his teasing. He just chuckled, pulling his hand away to ease a third finger into you. The stretch stung for a moment, and he pressed kisses to the insides of your thighs in a silent apology as he worked you open just a little more.

"Alright, think we can try now. You ready, baby?" He asked, pulling his fingers out for good this time and leaving you feeling tragically empty. You nodded though, knowing that the moment of waiting would be so worth it once you had him fucking you into next week.

Mingyu grinned, getting up to kick off his pants and take off his boxers. What you were greeted by left your jaw hanging open in disbelief. It shouldn't have surprised you that his cock was as breathtaking as he was, and it certainly shouldn't have surprised you that it was just as big and thick as he was. You watched the way he stroked himself, your wetness from his fingers smearing along his length. He wasn't terribly long, but he was so goddamn thick that you couldn't imagine your body opening up enough to take him. The head was leaking, a tiny stream of precum dripping down the pretty pink tip.

"Now do you see why I had to get you ready. Can't go hurting my pretty baby, gotta make sure you can take it."

"You're so big," You said despite the fact that both of you knew this by now. "Never even seen such a perfect cock. Fuck, you're gonna ruin me."

Mingyu groaned, his dick twitching in his palm. He needed you, maybe more than you needed him right then. He returned to his place between your legs, dragging the tip of his cock to nudge against your clit and watching the way your hole clenched around nothing.

"Want me to fuck you, sweetheart?"

You nodded frantically, hands reaching down to hold your thighs apart for him, and he nearly went into cardiac arrest at the sight. How had he let anyone fuck this pretty pussy before he had? Let anyone else even try to make you feel good? He didn't like thinking about it. So instead he lined himself up with your eager hole, slowly pressing the tip in until he finally slid home. You shivered and whined at the feeling of him sinking into you. His movements were slow, still worried about hurting you as he pressed into you inch by inch.

By the time he was bottomed out, tears were welling along your lash line, and your walls were spasming around his length, trying desperately to get used to being split open. You tried to steady your breathing, to relax so you weren't choking his dick so tight. He reached down, rubbing slow circles on your clit and mumbling words of encouragement that were only serving to make you more needy.

"Just gotta relax, baby. Already taking me so well. Gonna make you feel so good. Fuck," He gripped at your thigh, squeezing it to try and keep his control steady. But fuck he wanted to rail you so hard you cried on his cock, and his self restraint was slipping through his fingertips.

"Fuck me, Gyu. Can take it, I'm ready." You begged, hips wiggling to get more of the delicious stretch. He didn't have to be told twice. He guided one of your legs to wrap around his waist, leaning down so his arms were caging you in and all you could see, all you could feel, all you could smell was him. You pulled him closer as his hips started to roll. Out, then in, then out again, faster and faster until he was setting a brutal pace.

His sheer size was enough to have you spiraling towards an orgasm, but the way his pistoned into you, the sloppy sounds of your hole gushing around him filling his room. It was embarrassing in all the right ways. You pulled him in to kiss you, and this time the kiss was rushed and desperate, teeth clacking against each other, and saliva making a mess of your face, but you didn't care. Not when all you could think about was the fact that you could feel him in your stomach.

"So close," You warned him, and he chuckled, moving to suck a hickey onto your neck.

"Already gonna cum for me? Did I fuck you that good? Thought you said you could take it." He taunted, though it was obvious from the strain in his voice and the wavering of his thrusts that he probably wasn't gonna last a whole lot longer either.

"Yeah, fuck me so good, Gyu. Feels so fucking perfect. Your cock fills me up so full, can't fucking breathe. Mingyu, please. Please I need to cum." You babbled, tears finally starting to drip down your cheeks. He wiped them away with a touch much more tender than the way his hips were slamming against yours.

"Go on then, soak my cock. Show me how good I make you feel. Gonna ruin you for anyone else, only gonna need my dick." He was practically whining, trying to hold onto the last ounce of control he had. But then you were coming around him, walls milking him for all he had and he was an absolute goner. Your breathless chant on his name made him cum, filling you up so deep and so full that you couldn't do anything but cling to him and bask in the warmth of it.

He was careful as he collapsed against you not to squish you under his weight, half holding himself up at your side as he held you closer.

"Did so fucking good, took my cock so perfectly. Fucking made for me." He mumbled, leaving a trail of warm, gentle kisses along your shoulder.

"Gyu, you're gonna get hard again if you don't pull out." You warned him, already feeling his cock trying to return to full mast. He just grumbled.

"Gonna get hard again if I pull out too. You're just hot. Can't help it. Looked so pretty when you came because of me." He whined for real this time, a worked up, defeated sound. "We can go again, right? You can take another! Just give me a minute to get ready again. Gonna fuck you again."

You were in for a long night, but you couldn't possibly say no to those big brown eyes.

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[sunnie-angel]

Ily and ur takes so much you wanna talk about anyone you want x a reader who never got a chance to do a whole bunch of romantic stuff so they have a lot of firsts like reader’s first museum date, coffee date etc

aish darling i hope you don't think i've been ignoring this!!! i've been thinking about it ever since you sent it in, writing's just been a little hit or miss lately (unless its been one very niche topic). going to cheat and use this for two characters to make up for taking so long.

jason todd

he went on a few dates before he died, sweet fumbling things that never really went anywhere. since his resurrection he hasn't really been romantically inclined but those memories carry him through your first few dates. he's so worried the first time he takes you out, nervous that you'll notice he's not as smooth or as practiced as he pretends to be, pulling out your chair for you and always walking between you and the road.

it's almost a relief then, when you confess to being new to all of this too. there's some embarrassment on your part at the confession but he's filled with glee. not only does he get to help you discover what you like to do, but he gets to discover with you what you like to do with him.

he takes you out for coffee (another first!), pulls out two sheets of paper and two pens. suggests the both of you write out dates you've never been on but want to, see how many of them match up. the next 20 minutes are filled with furtive glances, arms curled protectively around your lists, hissed no peeking!s. it's fun to see what you both dream of, what things you think will sweep you off your feet.

never kissed in the back row of a movie theatre, never won a prize for someone at a fair, never fed someone by hand on a picnic. want to wander through a museum with you, want to go to a concert and sing all the words with you, want to cook dinner for you. wish someone would give me flowers, wish we could dance on a rooftop, wish we could dress up and take pictures and go no where.

together the two of you work through your conjoined list, ticking off activities as you go, slowly working out for yourselves what makes butterflies take up residence in your belly, what you think could maybe be shelved. it's fun, being in this together, partners in this (love) crime.

conrad oxford

this boy is so sheltered, i don't think he's ever even thought about going on a date. he definitely grew up on stories of his parents' great love affair but they met at a dinner party and in a ton of group settings before immediately getting engaged so it's not like he's working from a ton of reference from those either?

he asks you on a date - hands shaking and absolutely sure you'll turn him down - so when you say yes he's got absolutely no idea what comes next. he invites you out for afternoon tea (everyone likes sweets right?) and the two of you are suddenly so awkward now that it's in the context of a 'date'. stuttering and talking over one another, grabbing for the tea pot at the same time. it's excruciatingly painful and neither of you know what you're doing.

just as the two of you go to part, he apologizes for not knowing what he's doing. at all. you have to laugh and explain his apologies away because clearly you're no more of an expert. it breaks the weird tension that's been building, the two of you able to laugh now at your terrible facades. you tell him next time you'll plan the date and he agrees with relief.

the two of you take turns planning out what to do. somethings you like and somethings you don't. but you both tell each other beforehand if you've done this before, the two of you agreeing to flail through the embarrassing moments together, rather than try and cover them up in an attempt to impress each other.

you take him to an art exhibit and make each other sick with laughter giving voice to the painted figures. he takes you flower viewing at the park and the two of you get chased by bees. you take him to a coffee tasting and two of you sheepishly agree you don't get any of the tasting notes. he takes you to a food festival and you share bites off each other's plates. you take him to an amusement park and take pictures with all the character mascots you can find. he invites you to a party, all glittering lights and champagne, and the two of you make the society pages the next day.

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

merrily we fall out of line

(over-)protective!bestfriend!könig x reader (gn!pronouns) sfw MDNI slight age gap (reader mid to end 20s, könig early to mid 30s), grumpy x sunshine, (best) friends, mutual pining, (thus a bit) angsty; mentions of cheating (not between them), non-descriptive violence (dito) a/n: my first 'you'-reader fic (instead of the usual POVs i do), be gentle :')

You like König, he’s an old friend of yours, gone for months at a time, but when he is back home, you meet up, talking – well, you are talking more than him, the giant listening to you stoically – just spending time together. As friends, and that’s fine. It’s fine, really.

He has never shown the same interest in you, you’re always friendly with each other, but it is toned-down. Platonic.

So you get together with someone else. You tell König all about it – your new partner and how you met them – when he returns from his latest mission and his reaction tells you that you were right. He doesn’t really say anything, stoic and calm like always. Asking you some more questions. If you are happy in the relationship. Nothing less, but also nothing more.

König even meets the s/o and he’s trying to keep it together, because – obviously you would have never gone for him, he's too intimidating, too old, too closed off for you. At least that’s what he’s telling himself.

But still. The hot raging jealousy he feels as he watches you being touched by your new partner makes him almost see red. It's his own goddamn fault, he should have said something, anything, in all those years, all those moments you spent together, but he never did. Now he only has himself to blame.

He excuses himself from the situation, not able to stay any long, not able to watch the two of you any longer. Leaving, not without whispering a threat to the partner ("be good to them or else") while shaking their hand, and not without squeezing your arm softly one last time, because to get over you he has to stay away.

But König isn’t really able to stay away, still obsessed with you, still keeping an eye out for you, like he did so far. You on the other hand see much less of him, even when he's on leave, as he tries to respect your boundaries.

Can't say the same for your new partner, who rubbed him the wrong way when they first met. And when he follows them one day and catches them cheating on you... on you! The nerve.

He barely can hold himself back as he confronts them, but he remembers you, and he wouldn't want you to see him as a monster, so he stops himself from beating the shit out of them. He seethes: “Leave them or I will take them from you.”

And your partner ruefully breaks up with you, telling you everything except that they were caught by König. It hasn’t been a long relationship, but still, this feels shitty, obviously, tears streaming down your cheeks and sobs shaking you as you call the one person you trust most.

And of course, König comes over, he’s there to pick up the pieces, still convinced that you don't see him the same way he sees you.

He spends the whole evening with you, watching sappy romance movies and eating ice cream, the grumpy big man on the edge of the couch, trying to hide his bruised knuckles. Trying not to come too close and give you your space, but the furniture isn’t big enough for the two of you. Well, for him anyways.

He’s staying because you said you didn't wanna be alone. Honestly, he is a little unsure what to do because you just can't seem to stop crying and he hates to see you like that.

And then he makes an off-hand comment about one of the protagonists of the romance movie you're currently watching, and a sobbing laugh breaks through your sad grimace.

After that all he tries is to make you laugh until you shake with laughter, begging him to stop, your hands holding your tummy, because your stomach hurts.

“Please, I can’t.”, you roar, hiding your face on his shoulder, your tears staining the shirt he's wearing. Wiping the ones away that still wet your cheeks, looking up at him and giving him the first real smile this whole evening.

And he smiles back, a rare occasion.

But then he tells you that he has to go. You ignore the pit in your stomach, the corners of your mouth turning down, before he quips: "If you ever need a shoulder to laugh on, just call me." which makes you laugh again.

"Thank you.", you tell him and before you can think too hard about it, you stretch up and press a small, chaste peck to his cheek.

Only in this moment he turns to you, so it doesn't land on his cheek, but rather on his lips.

His whole world topples upside down when you kiss him, your mouths touching for just a moment, and he rears back, in total shock and awe, not sure what to do now. The one part of him is screaming at him to kiss you back, to grab you, to finally make you his, all the reasons why he shouldn't forgotten about. The other part is trying to be reasonable, especially now after your break-up, just needing a friend, and not.... him.

"I- I'm sorry.", you say when he just sits there, looking at you all dumbfounded. He would have been less surprised if you smacked him across the face.

He shakes his head. "No, don't apologize. I-", he stammers, his words breaking off, and your hand landing on his thigh pulls him from his thoughts.

“König-“

He shoots up, standing up straight, his tall stature towering over you. "I have to go.”, he says, heading to the door and you can feel disappointment seep into you.

"You don't have to go.", you say, following him. It almost seems like he’s running away from this.

He shakes his head again, and when he looks at you, you can't decipher the emotions in his eyes. "I do.", he says, and then he's out the door.

You just stand there in your shitty oversized shirt that you only ever wear at home when nobody else is here, your face swollen from all the crying. All alone again, the apartment silent except for the soft noises and the romantic music from the tv.

Stupid, stupid thinking that he might like you, stupid wasting the first kiss between you two like that, but... it also wasn't intentional. It was an accident. You didn’t mean to kiss him like that. But his lips felt so soft… Their softness and the softness of his gaze in contrast to his tall, muscled stature, his stern features and stoic nature.

You sigh, traipsing back to the couch, letting yourself fall into the cushions, feeling tears prick in the corners of your eyes, burying yourself in the plush. Being left is hard, and being rejected by the man you just can't stop thinking about.... the same day. Fuck.

You groan, hiding your face in a cushion, when there is a knock on your door. Heavy and impatient. You raise your head, your hands wiping away the wetness on your cheeks.

Knock-knock.

The knocking again. You get up from the couch, taking a few hesitant steps towards the door. It must be him. Opening it, and König’s figure fills the whole frame. Looking down at you while you look up at him.

He sees your teary eyes and curses. Something in Austrian German that you don’t understand. The words sound funny, not matching the expression on his face. The frown pulling the sides of his mouth down, the brows furrowed.

“Wanna come in again?”, you ask him, your voice steadier than you feel right now, gesturing into the flat. He does, and you take a step back to let him pass, closing the door behind him.

He makes one full circle across your carpet before he just stands there, swaying from one foot to the other. Seeming anxious, something that happens to him, albeit not so often with you, so you just give him a moment.

“I’m just…” He sighs, deeply. His gaze panning up from the floor to you, and suddenly you irrationally wish you put on some other clothes, before he speaks again.

“That was my first kiss, okay?”, he admits, and your jaw drops. His… first… kiss? But… That can’t be! Not at his age. I mean, you never saw him with anybody, but surely, he must’ve – must have – had his share of partners. At least one?

“Don’t look at me like that.”, he says, a heavy blush colouring his cheeks.

You avert your eyes for just a moment, but they find their way back to his. “I’m sorry, I just can’t believe that you never, uh…”, you try to find the right words.

The muscle in his jaw jumps, a sign that he’s tense. “I did stuff with people before, I’m not a-” He hesitates for a second. “Not a virgin or anything. I just never kissed anybody.”, he swallows. “Before.”

“Oh, I see.”, you say, unsure what else to say. Completely floored by this information.

“I just…”, he starts again. “Most other people only see me with the mask, I… almost never take it off, also during… that, and kissing through the mask would be weird, so yeah.” He rushes through the last sentence like he just had to get the words out.

Moments of silence passing by as you try to collect your thoughts. “I didn’t mean to, you know. Kiss you, on the lips.”, you finally say, your voice sounding a little hoarse. “Didn’t want to take that moment from you. That first time.” You clear your throat, tangling your fingers with each other, fidgeting. “Sorry.”

His eyes widen, slight shock spreading on his face. “No, no, I didn’t mean it like-“

Fuck, this isn’t going how he wanted it to. Maybe he shouldn’t have come back, just let you be. But the look on your face, your gentle plead as he basically ran away, the need to explain this situation, made him turn around again as soon as he stood outside your apartment building.

He takes a step in your direction, his hands shooting out in your direction, almost touching you, before they drop to his sides again. His body is so close to yours, you can feel the warmth radiating off him, just like before when you were sitting on the couch.

You look up at him, tilting your head back. Meeting his eyes, the familiarity of them calming you. And there it is again. That look on your face that makes him wanna grab you, hold you and never let go.

“I imagined for so long what it would be like to kiss somebody.”, he says, quietly. “I imagined what it would be like to kiss you. I just wasn’t… prepared.”

He… what? Tingles erupt in your stomach, making you feel lighter, your mouth dropping open, soundlessly gasping for air, at his confession.

“I didn’t wanna make you cry or anything, but I didn’t wanna, you know, with the whole… break-up and…” He looks down to his feet, sighing. Not saying the thing about ‘Him being him’.

“I thought it’d just be better.” He sighs again. “Better if I go.”

The stupid, stupid feeling of hope fills you at his words which makes you put it all on one card.

“You wanna try it again? The kissing?”, you whisper, taking a step forward, coming a bit closer.

His eyes jump to yours, the brows pulled up in surprise. After a moment, he nods. “Yes.” But he is not moving an inch. The tall man, frozen in place. Looking at you, hesitating, wanting to kiss you so badly, just the tiniest bit afraid to do it wrong.

You lean in, craning your neck. Your hand landing on his chest, firm and warm underneath your fingertips, steadying yourself and getting on your tiptoes.

His breath hits your face a moment before your lips press against his. Pulling him from his frozen state. He leans down, meeting your touch, his arms are closing around you, holding you closer to his body. A soft hum rising up his throat as he answers the kiss.

The gentle brush of his mouth against yours getting a little needier with every passing second, exploring you. So much softer than he had expected. The short peck you accidentally gave him before not coming close to this feeling now.

You stretch up, your arms coming around the nape of his neck. Needing him closer, pulling him down to you. Sighing into the kiss, your mouth dropping open a little bit.

His tongue brushes against yours, his hand gently holding the side of your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. You’re leaning into his palm, tilting your head, opening up to deepen the kiss until the two of you are making out.

Bittersweet, warm. Tasting just like you imagined him to. And a hint of the icecream you shared.

If he didn’t just tell you that he never kissed anyone before, you would have never guessed. Taking his time, slowly, oh so slowly. Maybe a little bit hesitant, but the way his lips brush against yours, the way his tongue is stroking against yours...

A pang of need is spreading down your body, the tingle remaining low in your belly, and he swallows up the sounds you make, not stopping to explore you, and you answer every single one of his touches. Both of you not coming up for air, breathing each other in.

He lifts you up, and you don’t still break the kiss as he carries you over to the couch. Lying down on the furniture, your front against his as you prop yourself up, not willing to leave the kiss. Pressing your lips against his, over and over again, wondering how you could ever stop doing that. Wondering how you never did that before.

“I’m glad we accidentally kissed.”, you say, mumbling the words against his lips.

He laughs a little, a light sound. “Me too.”, he simply says, cradling your face, deepening the kiss again. Something that makes you feel restless in the best way possible.

It feels so new and yet familiar, the way your smaller frame fits against his. He always thought that you are so tiny compared to him, when in reality you are not tiny at all, he is just that big, filling up the whole couch, so the only space for you is on top of him. He doesn't mind at all and you don't either.

Quite the contrary as you lay your head on his chest. Hearing his heartbeat, feeling it against your cheek, still a little faster than it should be. Because kissing you did that to him.

You’re melting into his body, the warmth of his embrace as his big arms hug you. Yawning a little bit, which makes him chuckle.

“Tired?”, he asks.

“Just a little.” Another yawn.

“That’s okay.”, he says, stroking over your hair. Kissing you on the forehead, a small, sweet peck. “Just sleep, Schatz.”

His cheek against the top of your head, his proximity, his familiar scent and the knowledge that you had been wrong – he did indeed like you just the way you like him – makes you forget about all the other shit that happened today as you drift off to sleep, his steady and calm breathing and the soft voices on the tv lulling you to sleep.

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[parkerloves]

BACK AGAIN || PG10 x Fem!Reader

paring: boyfriend!pierre gasly x actress!fem!reader;

trope: second chance

summary: after a photo with her and her next co-star being way too close for a scene pierre ends up listening to the wrong people until his girlfriend go see him

fc; emily rudd

warnings: mention of cheating even though no one cheats

A photo had taken over the covers of every magazine that relied on gossip and one name was repeated in every headline: Lovelle Cartier, a young actress known for her contribution to the world of horror and for dating a certain pilot with whom she shared nationality, but this time there was no talk of a new date or a movie, but the photo showed the young actress very much attached to a man who was still unknown.

⠀—Pierre please don't be an idiot and pick up the fucking phone —The young woman mumbled sitting on the bed in her hotel room just before it went to voicemail—

Nothing that was being said about her was even the slightest bit close to reality, and that was exactly why she wanted to talk to the one who had been her partner for the previous two years, even though right now she wouldn't even take a call from him, although on the third try she was able to get an answer.

⠀—Love, don't try anymore.... —Those were the first words she heard from the Frenchman, and the chestnut knew at that moment that he had been crying or at least screaming— I've been trying, I really have, I didn't care about any of your relationships in movies and stuff, but I guess it's true what they say that if you fake something it ends up being real....

Those were the last things Lovelle heard before the sound of the phone call ending reached her ears, causing all the frustration and sadness that had been building up since that stupid picture had started circulating on the internet. But of course Love wasn't going to let it end like that, and she knew she wasn't the only one when the device in her hand vibrated again although this time another name appeared on the screen, and recognizing it she was quick to accept the call and began speaking.

⠀—It's not what you think, fuck Charles... I would never hurt him, you know that.... —She mumbled so fast that she even seemed not to be understandable at certain moments, so she had to be interrupted by her friend—.

⠀ —I know Love, I know... But you've messed up, you know that right? I don't know what happened but don't leave him like this —The young actress had already stood up and had started pacing around the room as she always did when she was nervous and wanted to take the stress off her mind—.

⠀—I'm going to catch a plane, I don't know when I'll get there, in a couple of hours I guess, please take care of him while I go, I can't lose him, not him —She mumbled while her breathing made the pretence of recovering its normal rhythm, without much success—.

⠀—Don't do anything stupid, okay? If you come he's going to listen to you, he can't not listen to you —The girl nodded on the other end of the line and luckily Charles knew the young woman too well to know her reflexes in those situations— I'll wait for you at the hotel yes? I'll pick you up when you arrive

Shee didn't even wait a few seconds before hanging up and going to book the earliest flight she could, without even worrying about the price of it all, and if she already hated airports as usual, now that she only had a fucking image in mind it was certainly worse.

The flight was interminable, especially because in each of the magazines that were on that plane there was that stupid picture next to a more irritating headline that seemed to have been created just to hurt, but luckily that nightmare only lasted two hours before arriving at the Italian peninsula where the whole grid was now.

<<send me the address of the hotel, my cab arrives in 5 minutes>> she wrote in the Monegasque's chat as she didn't even have the patience to wait for it to arrive and smiled when she received that link that he didn't take long to send to the one who would be her driver, arriving at his destination in a matter of less than half an hour.

⠀—Charles, they won't let me into the hotel, I guess they think I'm a fan or something —She didn't even bother to greet the young man as she had her mind occupied with many other things—.

⠀—I'll be right down for you, I left Pierre with Yuki, he already knows the whole situation, and thank goodness he knows you and supports you —Charles luckily didn't take too long to appear on the other side of the door, dragging the young girl inside the building, hugging her when they were both already under the roof, letting her best friend have at least some time to calm down from all that, noticing after a few seconds later his shirt was getting wet on the side of his chest—.

⠀—Can I go see him? Although I don't know if it's the best option.... But if you ask him to come to see me he's not going to do it.... —She murmured still against his friend's chest before he covered his mouth to stop him from talking for a second—

⠀—He's in his room, he doesn't know it, but he needs you now more than ever —He grabbed the young woman's face with both hands to raise his gaze to hers, causing the French woman to only nod—.

As soon as they arrived at the door where Alpha Tauri's drivers were, Charles called Yuki to leave the room but to leave the door closed behind him, and it was at that moment when the fear took hold of the young woman and she flinched for a few milliseconds before the green-eyed man pushed her into the room. 

The image inside broke the young woman's will even more strongly at that moment, for she had only ever seen her boyfriend in that condition, and she would never have allowed herself to be the one responsible for something like that.

But it was then that those blue eyes came out of the hiding place they had found, in the hands of their very owner and would meet the blonde's, generating a grimace of confusion in the boy before it changed to anger.

⠀—What are you doing here? You didn't have to come and you know it, you didn't have to waste your time —She had never heard him address her in that way, but now there was no turning back and he planned to fight for what he wanted—.

⠀—Don't do that please —She took a few steps in the Frenchman's direction although she still kept her distance as she knew she shouldn't push him at that moment— I need you to listen to me, I only ask you for a few minutes and I'll leave later if that's what you want —She murmured feeling once more the blond's blue orbs on her—.

⠀—I shouldn't be giving you this opportunity, you know that, right? —That was the signal for Lovelle to move a few steps closer and then kneel down in front of the bed since it was practically impossible for the young woman not to be close to him, despite the fact that she wanted to give him a little bit of space as well—.

⠀—And you know I would never cheat on you, right? Yet here we are... Because I'm stubborn as fuck and I'm not going to lose you for a stupid picture —Her tone of voice was soft, beacause yes, she was frustrated and even angry, but he had more rights to be like that and she accepted it since she just wanted to have him back—.

⠀—Why weren't there cameras? —Those were the only words that came out of the boy's mouth in the form of a soft mumble after that little speech from his girlfriend, since a part of him of course wanted to believe her but let's just say that there wasn't much evidence in her favor—.

⠀—It's going to sound really bad.... But it's the shitty angle —She said and as soon as she realized that her words would probably be worthless at that moment she decided to look for some more decisive picture on her phone, but a hand interrupted his search—

⠀—No, fuck what's happening to me? You shouldn't have to be the one looking for ways for me to believe you? I don't know what was going through my head —He move the phone away from the blonde's field of vision before grabbing her face caressing her cheeks— Mine's going to sound really bad too, but I guess the shitty race I've had hasn't helped at all —His tone was soft again and her breathing was slowly returning to normal—.

⠀—I was planning to call you as soon as I finished work, I saw your DNF as soon as Chris alerted me —The distance between them was slowly getting shorter and it seemed that nothing of the last few hours had passed, which honestly was a relief for both of them—.

⠀—Let me take you to dinner today, there's a restaurant on the shore and hopefully you can watch the sunset —The Frenchman remembered one of his girlfriend's favorite things and seeing how a smile formed on her face, he couldn't help but bring their lips together in search of one of those kisses he had had to learn to share, but luckily not the feeling in them— I'm sorry

⠀— I think we both are sorry —She mumbled a few inchies away from his lips—

[mattivoda]

This post isn’t targeted towards this person in particular but I see this same sort of tiktok come up on my timeline every couple of months and it feels me with a very specific RAGE because of how wrong it is about the core message of this show.

For those who don’t know, the music from the TikTok comes from the musical The Last Five Years, made by Jason Robert Brown. It originally opened in Chicago in 2001, then making its way to Broadway in 2002 after great reviews from critics and audiences.

the elevator pitch of the show is simple; a writer exploding with success (Jamie) and a struggling actress (Kathy) and the rise and fall of their marriage.

Normally this would be a pretty basic musical, right? However the true genius comes from one key part of its storytelling: the order at which the story is shown to you.

Jamie performs his side of the story in chronological order, from the start of the relationship ending with their divorce. Kathy, however, tells her story flipped; starting with their divorce and ending when Kathy first meets Jamie.

The two actors almost never interact on-stage, singing solo songs for every single song except for the act one ending song The Next Ten Minutes, where Jamie proposes and the two marry.

Now you might be asking: why is this important to the story? and which character was supposed to be the “bad guy” in the marriage?

If you delve into the story and look at the way the story depicts both characters’ perspectives on what happened then an obvious fact becomes clear:

Jamie is an asshole and was the main problem in the marriage. You aren’t, and never were supposed to side with him.

Throughout the show, Jamie is shown to be obsessed with his own fame, gloating about how he seems to only be able to exponentially succeed in his writing. His obsession makes him blind to the struggles of his wife, even going as far as deluding himself into thinking his wife’s struggles is simply her being jealous of his success. By the end of the show, Jamie cheats on Kathy and proceeds to blame her for not allowing him privacy.

THAT’S why the storytelling of The Last Five Years is so compelling. By only showing these characters seperate from each other, it forces us to become familiar with Jamie and Kathy as individuals rather than a couple. It allows us to see Jamie’s douchebaggery up-close and personal, with the entire first act highlighting this glaring detail and allowing us to see the consequences of this as his marriage devolve in the second act. Just the simple fact that Jamie’s story is chronological creates a beautiful dichotomy between Kathy’s frustrations, sadness and abandonment and Jamie’s cocky, happy-go-lucky success story.

Before I finish writing this and go to bed, i’d like to say I don’t blame those who hold this view for thinking this about The Last Five Years for one reason only; the only way they got to see it was the movie version.

the film adaption of The Last Five Years (2014) decided that the reason the musical worked was because “interesting timeline go brrr” and decided to keep the original timeline, but instead had both characters constantly interacting.

Instead of having this abstract deconstruction of these two characters, with both Kathy and Jamie monologuing their personal thoughts and emotions separately, they mash together and create this weird, realistic depiction of a breakup. The performances from Anna Kendrick and Jeremy Jordan were amazing, don’t get me wrong, but these choices in the adaption rip the emotion and soul out of its inspiration and sell the corpse for $20 a viewing.

Jamie and Kathy’s marriage is a cautionary tale about what happens when you don’t listen and understand your partner. It is not a desperate attempt of a composer to appear in the right about his marriage and it shouldn’t be a sloppy retelling of a failed marriage with a quirky form of storytelling. Please please PLEASE if you agree with this original TikTok’s message just know you are so UNBELIEVABLY wrong.

tldr; you are not supposed to side with Jamie!!!! he is in the wrong!!!! that’s the whole point of the musical!!!!! don’t watch the movie it sucks and is innacurate!!!!!!! RAHHHHHHHHHHHH

[thefoolishone666]

Today's little fact about Smiling Sona, is going to about what makes life worth living...Pain and suffering. I am about to go over what the critters will say is the worst injury they have ever had...not as many shadow related injuries as one would think.

Catnap: Injury...Injury...Oh! Recently my lab partner made a bet with me to see who can withstand one of the bunson burners longer on their hands. He ended up lasting 3 seconds or so...So I had destroy his confidence. I ended up lasting 15 seconds and become slightly richer, so who is the fool now!? (Bubba, in the background: Still you.)

Bobby, after a LONG pause:...Oh! Sorry for taking awhile there to answer, I am not exactly one to gain too many injuries, perks of having a silver spoon I guess. I think the moment I would say is the worst would be the time someone stabbed my hand. They were asking for money and I...Didn't have any at the time to give. Shame, really miss that friend...

Kickin: Ha! I will do you one better. I can name both mine AND Hoppy's! We were very heated about... something, don't remember, and ended up fighting. We were away from the responsible folks, so we REALLY went into each in the fight, broke her nose, she gave me a shinner, I knocked a tooth out if I remember right, but the worst things we got from that fight was that I broke her jaw, and she broke my arm before we were pulled apart and the ambulance was called. We were stubborn about the injuries, and we actually tried walking away from the medical professionals... Then the adrenaline wore off.

Hoppy: I can vouch for all of that. Still surprised that was your choice and not something from a gang fight...

Crafty:...Can we change the subject? (While not technically an injury, it still is a scar in her mind. When she was very young, she had to go to the hospital for something serious. She was heavily convinced she was going to die. The reason why it stands out in her mind was that she was in there for days and not a word was heard from Kickin and Hoppy, and she was fairly convinced she was going to die without either knowing. Which, kinda snowballed into her feeling like she needed a legacy thing with her shadow. Not the full story of course, but still.)

Bubba:...That shadow me may have made good inquiries and points, but I will NEVER forgive him for what he did to my ribs...If I can speak without perjury in my words, I sometimes still feel it whenever I do alot of activities, like in Physical Education. I know it is just a hallucination made up in my imagination, but...I sometimes wonder what would have happened if Picky didn't stick up for me...

Picky: Can I cheat and say two? My first thought was the time ma skull cracked more then Bubba when he watches a funny movie. My brother and I were tossing hourse shoes and I had got a bit too into it and threw my horse shoe in anger into the air when he was winning...What were the words Bubba used when he learned that again? "How you survived when we stopped talking is a question I am not going to figure anytime soon." The second I can think of was when we were fighting those darn shadows. Bubba hates me bringing it up, but simply put, me and Bubba were separated from everyone else and a shadow snuck up on us when we got careless...I wouldn't want to lose him again. That is how I will finish that story.

Dogday, opening shirt to show scar: Less said about what happened, the better.

[toad-bread]

I’m just a bet, aren’t I?

Enhypen Jay x Female Reader

Warnings: angst, cheating

Tell me if I’m misssing smth

this is fake, I know that Jay would never do that since he did mentioned that his first one would be his last one. PERIOD AS HE SHOULD.

EDIT: THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS, ITS OLD PLEASE DONT EXPECT MUCH FROM IT THANK U 🙏 I hate it 😭

Everything is going so well today, you got promoted, your boss and co-workers was happy, and you got to get home early to your beloved boyfriend, Jay. He was the best partner you could ever ask for. At first you thought he wouldn’t give you a glance at all, but he did and you were glad. To celebrate today, you got Jay’s favorite take out food and ice cream to binge on.

Now going up the the elevator to your boyfriends apartment, you heard faint noises from inside. You didn’t think much of it until you opened the door. Those noises were not your boyfriends at all, it was a females voice. She was laughing and calling your boyfriend, ‘baby’. Thinking it was a dream you walked closer to the noise which was coming from the bedroom where you sleep on. Your hope of it being a dream came crashing down when you peeked through the door seeing your boyfriend, Jay watching a moving with a beautiful woman you can never compete with. What made you leaving are the words coming out of Jay’s mouth, “Sorry babe, Y/n is coming soon but don’t worry I can see you after she goes to work tomorrow.” The women smiled and kissed his cheek. “Y’know you can just dump her, she was a bet anyway. You can easily get the money right now, you won.” Jay just nodded, guilt creeping up on him all of a sudden. “Sorry, I just forgot.” Was all he said. The women was confused but continued cuddling him, rubbing her makeup on him.

You wanted to cry, yell, puke, anything to make them see your attention. But all you did was watched the two cuddling while watching your favorite movie. You were upset, upset it had to be you. You really thought he was it. The love of your life. You were wrong, dead wrong. You stepped away from the door and walked to the kitchen to take the stash away money you held in case of emergency. Apparently it wasn’t really one, it was a heartbreak emergency. You took your hoodie from a nearby couch and slipped it on while heading to the door, the takeout gotten cold and the ice cream melted, nether less you slipped on your shoes and slammed the door as hard as you can and ran to the elevator to quickly get down to call a cab. Hearing the bell ring from the elevator, the door opened and you stepped in. Stepping in, you pressed floor B1. You hang your head down, sniffing. You haven’t even noticed you were a crying mess, your mascara running off your face. Hearing a loud noise from the hall you looked up to see your now panicked ex boyfriend staring right at you. You furrowed your eyebrows and quickly press the button multiple times to close the door. Jay started running to you but the door closed on him before he can get to you. You smiled bitterly to yourself, you were in his game, his bet. He won, but Jay didn’t feel like he won the bet. He realized he fell in love with you. Right now, he was too late. The bet won, not Jay.

[transingthoseformers]

I return from my haze with more.

But yes the whole Lost Light is twittering with this newest scandal while Getaway seethes–not caring–and Magnus acts as a Professional Cock Block while privately compiling a list of traits Rodimus prefers in a partner and ones Magnus believes would be improvements over Rodimus's past choices. He reluctantly concludes Drift, though it pains him, was the best choice, and that was an "almost"n a sniffly Rodimus had confessed halfway through Martinis and Movies night when they were watching romcoms.

Megatron's arrival and Rodimus's reaction seems to put a damper in the "cute" romance the rest of the Lost Light was invested in. Except of course, Magnus keeps personally bringing Rodimus updates on everything and denying anyone else the chance to. Getaway's offers are shot down per SOP Part 3, Non-Required Voluntary Interactions.

Getaway is almost convinced that it's a lost cause–and he is fine with that he's over Rodimus. The breakup was Getaway's decision anyway, vicious and irreparable and before the bright mech could break up with Getaway now that Hot Rod had the Wreckers fluttering around him like that sonova glitch Blurr.

And then he notices Magnus and Megatron brush their fingers when doing a hand off of datapads. A perfectly normal accidental touch. Except Magnus wiggled. Just a little field wobbled. No outward wavering. Getaway watches, and he did the same thing when the Slagmaker pats him on the shoulder and thanks him for his work. And, hmm, Megatron doesn't need to lean in so close or whisper so intimately, does he?

Oh, poor Rodimus. Getaway is now convinced Magnus is having an affair or at least the beginning of an emotional one, though Megatron seems interested in more if Getaway is pinging right. Now he just needs to get proof and show Rodimus for reasons because clearly their dear Captain needs to know. And if Getaway maybe helps give Magnus a little push, that's his business.

Clearly, he wasn't that great if he was cheating.

Getaway never cheated.

Though his usual group probably won't listen due to Getaway's…investment in the topic. But he does know of one person on board who is disgustingly obviously gone for Rodimus and would definitely want to help if there was someone wronging him.

Thunderclash. The guy who Hot Rod and he had initially bonded over disliking. Ironically, the one who was going to help him now.

-

Rodimus, meanwhile, has a crisis.

He doesn't think Megatron is good enough for Magnus, who has been helping on the whole friendship thing, which he really needed with Pipes and Drift gone and Riptide kind of tense.

But he also wants to support Minimus's feelings.

But Minimus isn't aware of said feelings.

But there's no reason Rodimus needs to help him realize there's anything more going on than friendship.

Rodimus decides cock blocking Megatron from getting to hold Minimus's hand is clearly the best way to repay that favor. Even if it means literally sticking himself between them at a both at Swerve's or pretending to be drunk so he can "drunk cuddle" Magnus as a distraction or has to volunteer to do paperwork so Magnus supervises as "encouragement".

Megatron definitely knows what is going on but also isn't aware of the rumors yet because he only socializes with Magnus (who doesn't know) and Ravage (who knows but knows they're false) and Rodimus (against his will).

I may or may not be being lectured the entire time I'm writing this but

Mmmhm yep there's Getaway "not caring" yet again

I HAVE ESCAPED THE LECTURE ZONE

Maggy is really playing the wingman goddamn!

Martinis and movie night

I would kill to see those two getting half drunk and watching comedies

Makes sense Meggsie's arrival will shake things up

Mmmhm suuuure Getaway. Interesting that it was him that broke it off, Oh Interesting that it was a "I know he's gonna break up with me so I'll do it first" sitch.

Hgghhhh yes and thus the Minimegs begins to bloom, and GETAWAY SEES ALL. another reason why Megs has to go in his book zdffdssf. Of all the things Getaway can excuse apparently assumed cheating is not one of them.

... getaway I see your plan here and I think it's hilarious. He's seriously gonna play matchmaker and encourage Mags to "cheat".

Thunderclash yes

Of course Roddie disapproves of Maggy's crush, makes sense makes sense, but also that he'd want to support his friend. Because that's what he and Minimus are now, he could've never predicted he'd be in this situation.

Mmmhm yes of course Rodimus, do for Mims what he did for you. Oh he is absolutely down to be a physical barrier, that's hilarious.

So Meggsie is absolutely in the dark because he's got the social circle of a goldfish in a tank full of minnows, gotcha.

These 💖idiots💖

[destinyc1020]

Confession corner

It’s happening again, the same as it did with Tim.

You all want Austin and Z to be in a movie together, saying how good-looking they are and so on. You lot are already doing what you said ain’t happening, you’re starting to ship them. They are already being shipped on social media, a lot of Austin fans are shipping them. Saying things like, they should leave their partners and go together, they are too cute together, they would make a great couple, it won’t be long till they are together, we need a romantic movie with them in, I would love a friendship like theres.

This is exactly how it started between Tim and Z, everybody thinking it was just innocent. I mean there has already been a number of comments saying how ugly Tom is compared to Austin.

Zendaya really can’t stand next to a person without being shipped, no wonder she’s coming off social media. It’s going to get worse when Challengers comes out.

I mean, all of you lot are shipping them, wanting them in movies together. They have literally just been in a movie together. Can you imagine if they were in a romcom or something, there’s another fandom we’re going to be at war with.

I really do hope she gives her acting, and goes behind-the-scenes. Maybe then she may get some rest. 

I just can’t understand how you can’t see this, because this is how it started with Tim. 

Thank you for your confession Anon, but I REALLY think you need to take a serious break from Twitter and breathe in, and breathe out. 👀

I'm not seeing half of this Austin/Zendaya "shipping" stuff that you're seeing on Twitter tbh. And I bet you, even if that stuff is going on, it's only a very SMALL handful of Tweets.... if THAT. You can't even begin to compare this to the Timdaya shipping. No way... not in the least.🥴

And the way you're talking, you make it seem like fans can NEVER want Z to work with any other male in the industry unless it's Tom. 🥴 But yet, those same restrictions aren't put on Tom? 🤔

So what if some fans think that Austin and Zendaya are attractive? The REALITY is that they're in rlshps with other ppl. That's not gonna change.

And if ppl want Austin with someone else that has nothing to do with Zendaya. Most ppl just don't want him with Gerber Baby lol. 😅 And fans who don't like Z with Tom are not gonna change, soooo.... You just ignore weirdo fans like that and keep it moving. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Silly weirdos on Twitter shouldn't be disrespecting Tom or Zendaya's rlshp with him like that. It's disgusting and immature imo. 😒

But at some point, you have to realize that just coz ppl tweet nonsense, it doesn't mean there's any basis in reality.

Zendaya really can’t stand next to a person without being shipped, no wonder she’s coming off social media. It’s going to get worse when Challengers comes out.

First off, how do you know that? And second, even if it were to get worse, who cares what some silly ppl on Twitter say? I keep telling you all that what ppl say on Twitter have NO bearing on reality. But some of you seem to think that Twitter = real life, and it just does NOT. 🙄

Wanting two actors to work together is NOT shipping... nor is thinking two actors might look good next to each other. Since when is that "shipping"? 🥴 How is this any different from some fans wanting Tom to work with Taylor Russell, or (my pick) Tati Gabrielle, or Florence Pugh?? 🤔 So now it's somehow WRONG to want two fave actors of yours to one day work together in a project if they're of the opposite sex?

Actual Shipping is having the false belief that little minor innocent interactions mean that the two actors are secretly in love with each other, and are cheating with each other behind each of their significant other's backs. 🙄

I really do hope she gives her acting, and goes behind-the-scenes. Maybe then she may get some rest. 

I'm sorry Anon, I know it's Sunday, but let me get this straight.... You want Z to QUIT acting altogether (smthg that she LOVES to do) because she MIGHT be shipped with her male costar? 🥴

Wow...

Y'all give ppl on Twitter WAAAAY too much power, I swear 🤦🏾‍♀️

BTW, if you know anything about Dune Part 2, the "shipping" is more than likely going to be been Timmy and Zendaya and Austin and Lèa after the film comes out. Just saying.... 👀

Boy, some of you all take the fun out of everything.

[courtofmatchups]

ooo could i possibly get an obey me matchup? :) i’m an aries, entp, bi, she/they pronouns

i’m about 5’8 with shoulder length hair that’s relatively straight. i like to wear crop tops and high waisted stuff, my fashion taste is pretty androgynous overall and is kind of an 80s/90s vibe. i almost never wear makeup or do my hair. and i’m always bumping into things so i have several bruises at any given time

i make comics and i’m a grad student TA. i have a caffeine addiction and the sense of humor of a 12 year old boy. i’m known for my ability to remain calm and optimistic, and also for being relatively quiet but when i do speak it’s always something out of pocket. i’m not shy i just don’t got shit to say. i love to help people and also make them laugh and/or cry with my art

hobbies/interests/likes: gossiping, funny movies, making playlists, singing/karaoke, acting, writing screenplays and songs, drawing/animating, traveling, going on walks/hikes, sending cursed images in the groupchat, and every animal in the world except dogs and spiders. love any excuse to wear some sort of costume or goofy outfit

dislikes: i hateeee cooking it’s so boring. also hate being dirty i can’t function when i feel gross. not a fan of loud music or weed/cig smell either so i don’t go to parties/clubs often. i have massive sensory issues when it comes to bad smells. i dislike routine too i love change and challenging norms. i couldn’t be with someone who gets secondhand embarrassment easily cuz i’ll be weird in public and not care. in fact i’d hope that my partner would join me

my red flags are i’m terrified of aging and being undesirable and there is not a single body part that i haven’t been insecure about at some point. i’m stubborn and i’m a complainer i love kvetching about random shit. i am rather skittish and look scared/confused all the time like a wild rabbit. i don’t bring much to the table tbh but i can make you laugh i am always eager to try new things and my heart is true. i imagine i’d be pretty low maintenance in a relationship, as long as u are nice to me and don’t cheat on me we’re good

It seems to me you have captured the heart of...

The Scummy Second-Born,

Mammon!

:0

Someone who is chaotic as he is?? And smart as hell?? He's already interested. And as he learns more about you, that interest soon spirals into infatuation. But Mammon, being the tsundere he is, will try to deny these feelings, and ultimately fail. You're just *that* charming

Your sense of humour is what stands out to him the most. It's a little juvenile, but that's what he likes (Lucifer, prepare yourself for some bad joke induced migraines). And your calm and optimistic nature is something he can get behind. And when you say something completely unhinged, it might take him aback at first, but it'll grow on him

A lot of his interests line up with yours, like karaoke and movies, so you can expect him to take you to karaoke palours and to movie theatres. If it ever gets to crowded or too noisy, he'll get you someplace calmer and quieter as soon as possible. He'll notice it pretty quickly, as he's pretty observant, especially when it comes to you (in a wholesome way that doesn't make you feel like you're being viewed under a microscope, that is)

Whenever the two of you are apart, you can expect him to send you lots of cursed images to you also. Of course, you cannot forget about the unhinged yet wholesome texts you send to each other

You draw comics? Mammon LOVES that about you too, so please, draw a silly little comic about your misadventures. He's not gonna sell them though. You made those comics especially for him. As money-hungry as he is, those comics hold a special place in his heart.

He can understand your distaste for being dirty (he lives with Asmo after all), so he'll send you care packages with cute little soaps, shampoos, and different body lotions

You don't have to worry about Mammon ever cheating on you, as he's clingy as hell

If you ever overwork yourself from a caffeine-induced high (being a grad student TA is no walk in the park), he's gonna drag you to sleep. Please do not resist

In a nutshell, your relationship would look like this:

[ginnsbaker]

Hi J!!!

I’m reblogging your answer to my ask - it’s now one of my favorite Tumblr interactions. I am so flattered by your response! BTW, i’m posting another ask since my reply was too long for a comment lol

Re: Scenes from a Mariage

Yes, please, do check it out! Some say it pales in comparison to the original Swedish TV series, but it is still an absolute ride. It’s one of my favorites. As if life isn’t challenging enough - I love angst in all my media consumption lol

But in retrospect, I think it’s more in line with ILGOSS than in If I Bleed. Nevertheless, it still highlights those extremely flawed love interests with a chilling and heart-wrenching dissociative state who hide behind 10-foot concrete walls. It’s amazing. Please let me know what you think of it once you’ve watched it!

Re: Mirror Image & Confrontation Scene

I actually do come from a homophobic and religious Filo family - so my past relationships were doomed from the start, allowing me to feel all this heartbreak I read and watch about. But as you know, us Filo daughters might bend but never break! So life is a lot better now that I'm grown 🤍

Also, The Prophecy by TS is the eldest daughter's anthem. 🙋🏻‍♀️

Re: Matt & Confrontation Scene

I actually haven't finished Sorry for Your Loss yet. I know in some of the chapters of If I Bleed, Leigh wonders if she pushed Matt to the cheating.

But I wonder if Leigh sometimes feels that if she had accepted more love from her partner and had allowed herself to be loved the way people wanted to love her, would Matt have felt safe enough to confide his darkest fears and sadness to her. Knowing that he has made enough contribution to their relationship and he can ask for something in return.

I know that's not a healthy way of looking at a relationship. But I think no matter how perfect two people are for each other, there are still some vulnerabilities or needs that we hold back because we feel we are undeserving of that much attention. I wonder how that would play into y/n's and Leigh's relationship

P.S.

If you’re familiar with the “Graduated from the Oscar Isaac and Jessica Chastain School of Promotion” meme, it was from their press tour of Scenes from a Marriage 🤣

Good evening, O!

Ohhh! I remember seeing gifs of Jessica and Oscar in events, with Oscar sensually kissing her arm O_O so that's the movie they made together!

Yeah, I'll definitely let you know when I see the film :) I hope I'll have some time this weekend.

Oh yeah, mine are homophobic too, but that's because of their beliefs. I was literally raised in a Christian household, was very active in church activities and ministries since I was twelve, so it came as a shock to them when I came out. I really do hope it gets better for us. I'm embarrassed to admit that I haven't listen to album #2 of TTPD as much as the first one... so I haven't listened to The Prophecy O_O The thing is, I haven't moved on from the first compilation and I'm so obsessed with Guilty as Sin :))

I'll probably file away my thoughts on Leigh and Matt in the actual series for later. I'll bring it up next week :)

P.S. I had to google that, so no :P

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

After reading the last few asks, I thought you'd like to know your blog is actually what made me like Brian. I used to be very blinded by his defense of the movie and some out of context quotes (also weirdly spiteful about his love life as if the other three didn't also cheat on their partners but that's a whole 'nother can of worms). I was never a Mary stan tho, so I don't think there's much hope for every Brian hater out there lmao.

Oh, glad I could give you a new perspective, I suppose. People do take what he says out of context a lot, which is easy to do for any public figure but especially someone who rambles as much as he does and who says some strange shit sometimes lol, but the more you read and watch interviews of him, the more you kind of see how he works. None of us know him, of course, but I think someone as eccentric and open as he is can give people the wrong impression sometimes, because those two traits can be easily misread. I think a lot of people's hostility would fade if they realized he's simply kind of a desperately earnest weirdo (affectionate)

(Yeah, that's a can of worms I've opened from time to time. I've found that people don't really have an answer for why they think Brian's cheating was uniquely bad while all three of the others' wasn't. It's just that he's been the most open and honest about it in interviews and in his music. They all hurt their partners and were probably nightmares to be in relationships with, but at least we know Brian felt horrible about it for a long time and took responsibility for failing his first marriage. I also like to draw people's attention to the fact that his first marriage was kind of doomed from the start and his relationship with Anita was actually a lot more complicated than people typically think, too.)

[hologramcowboy]

Jensen revealing that he wrote a note to elta that said ‘maybe some day’ - or something like that idr - because they were both with someone else, and giving it to her on the set on tih lol. Apparently she still has it. I can’t wait till the divorce announcement.

I gotta find that video where it is clearly stated they were hooking up on set. Someone please remind me of this tomorrow. I have a shiton of things to do today so no time to sleuth online.

That story is apartof his strategy, he is trying to build a false narrative to make himself seem more romantic and make their connection seem less superficial. The fact that they each made up a lie or embellished around this movie shows how aware they are that people know how they hooked up by destroying two other people. Two loyal people who didn't deservebeing betrayed and manipulated.

If he sent her that note prior to hooking up with her he was clearly trying to influence her into making the first move so he could get away with stealing her from his best friend. If a guy would send me such a note I would know he is trying to urgently get in my pants and shift all responsibility unto me. That's a spineless guy who can't own up to his desires so he is trying to manipulate me into making certain choices so he can't be held responsible. If he loved her he would have first clarified things with his girlfriend not chosen to cheat on her AND betray Riley. If you love someone you have deep reverence and you'd never put that person in such a situation. I'm not saying people can't fall in love/want someone else, that's perfectly human and no one owns anybody not even married people but the way you handle it is everything. If you can't respect your current partner, how are you going to love and respect your new one? Jensen downgraded from a serious woman to a floozy who was easy to seduce and in the process he backstabbed his best friend. He could have avoided hurting those two people by taking responsibility and owning his truth.

No one is perfect and we all make mistakes but when true love is present things are handled differently. Sorry but the only thing I buy is that Jensen was in a serious relationship but he saw an easy woman that easily rolled over and let lust overtake his other values. As for Danneel...someone of her ilk who made a career out of leeching off of her fiancè...she saw a bigger fish and immediately made her move to save her spot.

Sorry, this was a pretty long reply, I don't find that note romantic but, rather, manipulative. Also, no story he tells about her shows he loves her, there is no emotion, no dedication, no authenticity. He's also admitted to embellishing stories so I think that is a common pattern with him. Embellishing stories in whatever way makes him look good and exonerates him from any displeasing perception people may have. He never takes responsability and judging from that shady note story, he clearly never takes responsibility in love either and he definitely doesn't move from it, his intentions aren't centered in love. That is so sad and, if at all possible, I pity Danneel even more now.

[tiniemilkie]

pairing: !fuckboy Jungkook x reader

genre: angst, slight smut, f*ngering

word count: 2.3k

warning: this story contains sexual content, and lewd language 🔞

summary: it’s your boyfriend Taehyungs birthday and although you should be at home celebrating with him, you find it hard to escape the pleasure his best friend Jungkook provides you and in turn, you face the karma you had so desperately hoped to avoid.

side note: Jungkook is a MAJOR fuckboy in this, he’s manipulative, selfish and insulting. The character (Y/N) is also imperfect in her own ways as you will see as you read on. Be fully aware that this is not how I see our sweet boy Jungkook, this is purely fiction❤️

Stories are to be written with faulty characters, characters who are imperfect and make mistakes that they will regret. It’s a realistic portrayal of a woman who cheats on her lover.

Enjoy the read ~

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The date was December 30th, the day when your wonderful boyfriend, Taehyung was born, and graced the earth with his charming and promiscuous presence. Oh how great he is, he’s everything a girl could wish for in a partner; caring, funny, sexy, an amazing listener and not only a lover but a best friend. The kind of guy you see in those cringe worthy romance movies and the kind you read about late at night through the fanfiction genres. He was everything and more… So at 12:00AM why were you sprawled out in his best friend’s sheets?

You look at your phone, the bright light casting on your face as you stare at it, the contrition of your actions hitting you deeply as Jungkooks legs lay on top of yours. It was revolting, and what was more revolting was the fact that this wasn’t the first time you had ended up here in his bed, in his house. Every night for the past two months you’d find yourself texting him that you would be over, and not once did he oblige to your visitation. Jungkook welcomed it.

The next question that presents itself is how could he do that to his own best friend? To sleep with his best friend's girlfriend has to be some kind of sin right? Well he was a sinner, a goddamn shameless one at that. Jungkook always had eyes for you, yet he would never let it be known. No, he wouldn’t say a word, not even when he had the chance to whisk you away before you got closer to Taehyung. You were all so young then, your adolescence was far too pure for that and so he waited. He waited until you all got older and out of high school, he waited until you realized that your sweet boyfriend could not please you fully the way your heart desires.

You wanted to be worshiped and praised, you wanted to feel like your body was levitating as his tongue worked wonders on every inch of you. You wanted your face to be shoved in plush pillows that smelled of his cologne, as he fucked you like the good little slut you were deep down inside. Jungkook knew exactly what your body wanted and needed, he gave you just that and furthermore. He was bounteous with the ways he satisfied your body and you were tired of the same old missionary bullshit and craved a more thrilling sexual experience.

A groan from said man snaps you out of your thoughts, turning your phone off and placing it quietly on the nightstand, ignoring the text from your boyfriend as you lay your head back against the bed frame. You could still hear the sounds of it smacking against the wall rhythmically as Jungkook thrusted into you from behind. Who the fuck were you anymore?

“You’re awake, I thought you’d still be tired after all of that,” Jungkook says, you could tell there was a smirk on his audacious face. “You’re such a slut.” He chuckles to himself.

This pisses you off and you scowl down at him, he’s looking up at you now, waiting for you to respond and you see the smirk on his face clear as day. He thought that this was funny? Sure you didn’t mind him degrading you while he was fucking you senseless but he had never called you out of your name outside of your sexual endeavors.

“I am not a slut and I don’t appreciate you calling me that.” You say sternly, your hands pulling up the blanket to cover your breasts.

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow, you knew he was going to say something by the quizzical look on his face and you rolled your eyes at that. You really weren’t in the mood for whatever he was going to throw at you this time as you’ve had many conversations about your current fuckbuddy situation.

“Then what are you, hmm?” His eyes look straight into yours. “After all, you’re sleeping with your boyfriend's best friend. Every night you come here practically begging me to rip your clothes off. So tell me, what does that make you?” His face is daringly close to yours and it takes everything in you not to slap him across his smug face as you fight back tears.

He just stares at you, he knows that his words cut deep but you couldn’t find it in you to disagree. Perhaps you were but you wouldn’t admit it. You love Taehyung, you love the way he makes you feel but he couldn’t do the things Jungkook could and you hated the power he had over your body. A tear slides down your cheek, his hands come up to your face, your eyes avoiding him and your lips begin to tremble as you feel your body ready to break down as his words repeat themselves over and over again inside your head.

“You can’t convince yourself otherwise, I know you (Y/N).” You don’t know a damn thing, is what you want to say.

You want to scream at him, you want to snatch this painfully comfortable blanket off of your body, get dressed and march right out of his house, nevermore would you speak to him or let him toy with your body… but you couldn’t do that, he had you wrapped around his finger as he manipulated you with his kisses that felt so sweet and so genuine as if he could one day be yours and you’d be his.

There’s no getting out of this now as his warm, wide hands grasp your thighs pulling them apart. Fuck you, you say inwardly, your body fully submitting to him as he laps at your neck, lips smacking against your skin and his tongue darting out to taste your flesh. He loved every second of it, your body belonging to only him at this moment. The blanket that covered you is now in your lap, his fingers trailing up towards where his cock had been not too long ago. You grow excited, your legs opening on their own, needy to feel his fingers deep inside of you.

“I hate you,” you rasp. “I really fucking hate you.” You’re a mess, your breath caught in your lungs as he dives his fingers into your soaking core earning a loud moan from you.

For some reason he rather enjoyed hearing you say you hated him, most likely because he knew it wasn’t true at all. You didn’t hate Jungkook but he knew that over time your feelings for him were compunctious, how you wished you had never slept with him although you continue to do so. He didn’t care to ponder on the thought, his only mission at this point was to please you and that’s what he would do.

“Say it again.” His voice is muffled as he carries on leaving his mark on your neck, making it hard for you to stifle your moans in hopes that he would just let up with his games. That didn’t work on him, if anything it just made him pick up his pace as he drove his fingers in and out of you.

The sheets began to soak beneath you, your legs wide and your head thrown back, the sound of your wet cunt reverberating the dimly lit room. The words leave your lips, your chest panting as you release over his lengthy digits. When you open your eyes he pulls them out of you, admiring the rather large wet patch between your legs and sliding his fingers into his mouth to get a taste.

“I hate you.” The male hums in satisfaction as your cum lingers on his taste buds, he was damn near addicted to the way you tasted.

“You can say that all you want darling,” he grins as he wraps his hand gently around your neck, his thumb stroking over the now redish mark he had left. “We both know you’ll be back again tomorrow night.” Jungkook presses his lips firmly against yours.

The kiss was hard, his head pressed against yours as he feverishly devoured you. He was right and that made this situation all the more painful, not as painful for you but for your boyfriend who was most likely worried sick about your whereabouts. As if on queue, your phone rings and you jump at the sound, Jungkook breaking away from your lips. He watches as you reach over and answer it, already knowing exactly who was on the other end.

“Babe, where are you? You said you’d be home before midnight.” He watches as your body shakes in panic and you stand to gather your belongings, nearly tripping over your own feet in search of your undergarments.

“I’ll be home soon love, the girls and I just had a little too much fun.” Jungkook scoffs and you look back with a glare.

It always amazes him how easy it is for you to lie to him and how he believes you each time. Of course he wouldn’t say anything to Taehyung, although he didn’t care that he was sleeping with his best friend's girlfriend, he’d much rather spare him the heartache of hearing so.

“I love you too, bye.” The line ends and you hurriedly slip on your clothes, not even giving Jungkook a glance as he continues to examine you.

You can feel his eyes on you and you face him, ignoring the tent that had formed underneath the blanket as he lays there looking amused. Your eyes scan over his tatted arms, his strong chest, the silver hoop on his lip and his messy hair that your hands had pulled on countless times. There was no denying the attraction you had for his body but the guilt you felt was beginning to be too much to bare, yet it didn’t seem to phase him one bit.

“If you don’t think I care, you’re right (Y/N).” The blanket falls from his body as he stands, his length on full display as he stalks devilishly towards you.

How could a person be so intoxicating? You wondered as he stands before you, he grasps your hips in his hands and pulls you towards him. His fingers force your chin to look up at him, your eyes are anxious as they flicker between his and his lips, that mischievous smirk returns. Why do you do this to me?

“Why are we doing this Jungkook? I can’t keep cheating on Taehyung with you.” His smirk drops and his hand falls to his side. He didn’t want to hear that.

You were nothing but sorry. You’d say the same shit over again; I’m done, I can’t do this anymore, I love my boyfriend. He was sick of hearing your sappy excuses as well, how you’d say you didn’t know how to tell him what you wanted, how you don’t know why you slept with him in the first place. He couldn’t keep going through the same loophole with you. You made your choices, he gave you what you wanted and that was that, but to act as though you're so helpless in your actions is pitiful.

“Take some goddamn accountability, if you were sorry about cheating on Taehyung you wouldn’t be here right now,” he spat, frustratingly slipping into his white robe.

“What do you want me to say? That I regret it, that I’m sorry for giving you exactly what you asked for? Taehyung will never be what you want him to be and if you can’t talk to him about what you desire you will never be happy.” How could he judge you?

Fuck this, he acted as though he didn’t have a part in this twisted game as well. He’s Taehyungs best friend and it means nothing to him as long as he can fuck you and treat you like the dirt he walks on. You weren’t going to take it anymore.

“We’re done Jungkook, I’m sick of you acting like this is all my fault. This was something we both took part in whether you care or not. No matter how good you are at fucking me you’re not even close to the kind of man Taehyung is.” You make your way towards the door and out of his room.

As you walk through his house, the memories of all of your sins within the place etch into your mind and tear at your heart. You were going to tell him the truth and somehow, you hoped and prayed that he wouldn’t leave you, as selfish as it sounds. Reaching the front door, twisting the lock and pulling it open, Jungkooks footsteps follow suit, meeting you at the door. You glance at him before reaching to close the door, his hand stops you.

He leans down towards you, the hairs on your neck raising and your heart pounding in your ears awaiting his gut wrenching words.

“Tell him I said happy birthday.” And with those final words, he slams the door in your face.

You stand in silence, rain pelting down on your frame, you could do nothing but stare at the tall black door before you. Guilt, disgust, rage, hurt — those were the feelings you felt all at once. The one person who had loved you since the moment they met you was awaiting your presence and you had betrayed them in the most vile way. How were you going to face him? How would you tell him that you had been sleeping with his best friend behind his back?

Your phone rings, you slide the green button with your wet finger and answer. Taehyung's voice is prominent with concern and you smile sadly as your tears fall down your cheeks and on your phone screen, now realizing that this is in fact the end.

“Happy birthday. There’s something I need to tell you.”

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Authors note:

Hellooo, I am back with another update. I am so glad you all are enjoying reading Stealth King! Currently I am working on creating an update schedule. Until then, I’ll be updating as consistently as I can :)