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sehodreams · 4 months

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Have you seen the discussion around wonbin's short height? Can you think of a way to make his short height sexy and dark? Maybe his short stature gives the illusion that he's weak or a pushover but in fact his aura is huge and intimidating? idk i trust your ideas are better teehee

Summary: You wanted to try something new, and your sweet classmate was the perfect option, but what happens when the kind little boy feels insulted when you call him a virgin? Of course he makes you say you're sorry.

WC: 5.7K

TW and tags: nerd!dom!Wonbin x sub!plus size!reader (I feel she’s something more but I have no idea what to call her), hard dom!Wonbin, spitting, hair pulling, use of names (slut, whore), extreme dubcon, a part of noncon, teasing, mocking, overstimulation, use of sex toys, use of the term virgin as an insult, spanking, masturbation, lots of filthy stuff.

Comment: Sorry for taking so long, I can’t write short stuff, I’m trying, but I end up writing these long ass stories because even if my english vocabulary is lacking, the filthiness of my mind not lol. This is dark, if you don’t like this kind of content please just scroll. Also, the hair pulling scene was inspired from @///403tarot and his reading for Wonbin, i just can't stop thinking about it, thank you lord. (edit: I hope you like it anon, sorry if it's not what you expected)

You had a type, you weren't exactly sure if it was because you liked how they looked or how they made you feel, but all the boys you dated were almost identical, from the height to the roughness of their hands, the callouses they had from training were always on the same spots and they even acted the same way, because they always cheated on you.

You didn't know why, but those fit guys always looked your way, as if conquering you was the next step in their bulking plan, and you accepted because you loved to feel small by their side, it was pretty difficult to find boys that made you feel like that, protected and tender, because you were a big girl, and also you didn't have much option since most boys around preferred skinny girls, so you didn't have much experience meeting other kind of boys that caught your attention.

"Maybe you should try something different, you never know, it doesn't have to be a lanky guy, but maybe you could start with younger boys, I've heard they're fun too" your friend said, and you nodded, if you wanted something different you had to break the pattern, but with who?

You looked at your options around, there were a few cute guys in your classes, and even if you were big, you wouldn't accept just anyone, you had to like them, so maybe Anton from philosophy could be a good option, he was younger than you, or Eunseok from social studies, he was your age, but lanky as hell, Sungchan from history?, he was kind of a gym bro too, but not like your exes, and he was more sweet than normal, maybe that could work.

You were thinking about it when Wonbin sat next to you and pulled a folder out of his backpack "I know we had until the weekend to send the essay but I've been free these days and I already finished it, I did your part so you didn't have to, but I brought it in case you wanted to change something" he shyly moved the folder your way, giving you a soft smile.

Sweet Wonbin, with his squared glasses and his ugly ass flannels, he always knew what to do to make you happy, maybe he could be a good option, he was different from your usual type, short and skinnier than normal, and pretty instead of handsome, he'd have never caught your attention before, but he was nice, so you could at least do him a little favor and let him touch a real girl, because even if it sounded bad, you were sure he had never done it before, you just had to see the way his eyes avoided yours when you talked, or the anime girl he had on his phone background.

"Wonbin you're the best!" You said, making him smile more, "I was about to talk to you actually, my computer's been acting weird these days and I was wondering if you could come to my house and check it, I heard you fixed Shotaro's laptop not long ago" You asked, touching his arm and looking at him with your doe eyes. Your computer was fine, but you wanted to be alone with him, and you knew he'd do anything for you.

Just like you expected, he nodded eagerly, telling you he was free whenever you needed him.

And like that, the next day you had him in your room, both of you in front of your computer sitting shoulder to shoulder, he telling you something about you not needing to invest in some antivirus because he could install you one for free, and you nodding to everything he said, watching his slender fingers write stuff you didn't understand on the keyboard.

He had finished quick, not finding anything out of normal, telling you to call him in case your computer acted weird again, so he could immediately see what was wrong.

You thanked him and offered him a cup of tea before he left, sitting next to him on the little table on the floor next to your bed. You decided to make some conversation while he finished his tea, "thank you so much Wonbin, my boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend, was the one who checked my computer, you have no idea how much I appreciate your help" you said.

He nodded, "it's nothing, don't worry" he murmured. You didn't know how to approach the idea of you two having a date, so you waited for him to talk, but he didn't.

You were like that for an uncomfortable minute, so you started to ramble about school stuff while he continued drinking his tea, at least he seemed more at ease after he laughed to something you said. You were about to show him some papers you had in one of your drawers, crawling to your desk since it was just next you, but when you went back to where you were sitting you saw him stiff, with his backpack covering his lap.

You didn't have to be a genius to know what he was hiding, you just didn't expect it to happen so fast, you had showed him a flash of the back of your thighs, and he was already like that, you expected him to be a virgin, but to that point? it was even kind of laughable.

He was looking down to his cup, fingers playing with the handle, not daring to directly look at you, a bit too shy for you, but you saw the opportunity and took it, "everything okay?" you asked him. You were on your knees, chest close to him, and your hand brushed his arm to make him look at your direction.

The air got hotter and you saw him gulp, this was new, kind of exciting, to see a boy be like that, you were too used to the brute kind of man that would have already pushed you to the floor to take you and seeing him so nervous was kind of fun too.

Your eyelids fluttered, almost closing, and your mouth approached him, he looked at you, waiting, and didn't move when you kissed him, it was more a fast peck on the lips, pulling away as fast as you gave it to him, just a little teasing for him to make the next move.

You held your breath, the tip of your nose touching his and expecting a kiss back, but he only talked, "I... I shouldn't, I have a partner".

"What?" You said shocked with his answer, immediately moving back and away from his face, you just couldn't believe it, you were there, offering yourself to that boy, and he already had a girlfriend? Since when? You had never seen him maintain a conversation with another girl who wasn't you, and if you were honest, luckily you had seen him with two or three friends. Still, you felt bad for talking with that tone to him, as if it was unbelievable that someone liked him, "No, I'm sorry, that sounded really bad, I didn't mean too, I just... I didn't expect you to have a girlfriend."

"Why would you say that?" He said, frowning his eyebrows to your shock.

"Oh, it's just... I don't know, I thought since you always go around alone and you're an..." You didn't finish your sentence, you just looked at him, not knowing how to fix your mistake.

"Wow, so you think no one could like me because of the things I like? You're fat and everyone thinks you're a slut, but I don't say those things to you" he spat back.

You stood up, he was in your house, insulting you, when you only wanted to get closer to him? "What the fuck? Wonbin, that's too much", he could reject you, but not like that. "Get the fuck out of my house" you told him, opening your door for him to leave your room. He stood up too, walking to you, and he was about to do it, to end that interaction and leave your house, until you talked again, "that's what I get for trying to help a fucking virgin."

The room got tense, you crossed your arms, waiting for him to leave, and he was glaring at you, still, as if he had any right to be mad with you.

His gaze made you uncomfortable after a long minute, he was watching you with a serious face you had never seen before, and the air was heavy, like taunting you, but you maintained the eye contact, not letting win.

"Apologize" he demanded, making you snicker, who the hell he thought he was?

"Or what? Virgin" you answered, tired of his little mind game.

His eyes didn't flicker, unmoved with your behavior, tired of your bullshit, he talked again. "Sit" he said, looking extremely pissed off, and you don't know why, but when you saw how his eyes got darker and his whole demeanor changed, you felt he was going to do something, and it kind of intimidated you, but it also made you curious, so you took your old spot without question.

He was coldly staring at you from where he was, then, he walked in front of you, standing while you sat there on your knees and looked up to him, not knowing why, but expecting him to talk or do something. "Do you think everyone is as easy as you? You should respect you and others more, no one likes a dumb slut."

You scoffed, not believing his words. "At least I get laid" you talked back with a grin on your face.

He showed you the same grin and grabbed your chin, making you look at him in the eyes, "do you really not know what they say about you? Everyone knows you're just a hole waiting for some dick to fill her, they all talk about it, how you're fucking disgusting, a fat bitch waiting for someone to look her way so she can get fucked, they say your pussy is so used you're not even fun to fuck anymore."

The way he said that sent a shiver through your back, hurting you and the little dignity you had, making your eyes get slightly wet, but you blinked and made those tears go back.

"Then why are you still here?" You spat, resentful with him, he wasn't the sweet boy you thought he was, and he was starting to agitate you.

"You need to see that not everything goes your way, and that you can't go around behaving like a dumb whore, it's not cute at all, but don't worry, after I finish with you, you'll be a good girl again, like when we met, before those jerks filled your brain with their stupidity" he said that so sure of himself, full of disdain, his shoulders suddenly appeared bigger and you felt small down there.

"What are you going to do, fuck me? Don't you think that's silly considering I brought you here for that?" He shook his head to your question.

"Believe me, what I'm going to do to you will make you wish you hadn't brought me here" You wanted to ask what he meant with that, but he had started to unfasten his belt, being clear on what he was about to do. "From now on, you can only talk if I ask you something, apart from that I want you to do what I tell you and shut up."

"What the-" you couldn't finish your sentence, his hand had been too fast for you to pay attention to it, and had slapped your face so loud the sound of it echoed in the room, leaving you shaken on your knees, and just how he wanted, silent.

"I've been clear, I hate stupid questions, you're a big girl and you should understand what I say when I say it" you hated him, you hated how he was treating you, you hated the tone of his voice, as if he had any authority over you, you hated him so much, or at least that's what you thought, you couldn't understand why suddenly there was a fire starting on your lower abdomen, and why your pussy was hurting so much you had to clench your thighs right there in front of him, "never forget it, I don't like to repeat myself"

You didn't move, not even a nod, he didn't ask you anything, so you stayed there in silence, on your place, making him smile in result, pleased with you.

"Now be good and come here", he had sat on the border of your bed and patted his lap, you saw the belt on his hand and your eyes got wet again, afraid of what he was about to do to you. Seconds went by and you didn't move, which made his face get a little red. He closed his eyes and sighed, annoyed with you, "you want me to get angry?"

You denied with your head, eyes big and frightened. You stood up immediately, in front of him, you were about to sit on his lap when he stopped you.

"Face down, ass up"

It couldn't be possible, was he about to spank you? What were you, a fucking kid?

You wanted to protest, feeling incredibly insulted, but with just a glance from him he made you do it, you lied over him, feet dangling in the air, ass in front of him over the expansion of his thighs, and your face down, hiding from him. Ashamed, you couldn't stop the little tears from falling down your cheeks.

His hand lifted the little fabric of your skirt and showed most of your skin, little of it covered only by the thin panties you were wearing, "What do you say, should we start with five? And I want you to count them out loud" you gulped, you had never been spanked before, even less with a belt, you had no idea how painful it would be and that made you feel anxious, your ass hadn't even been touched and you already felt your skin tingling and your pussy leak.

His hand grabbed your hair and he made you lift your face. Your cheeks were damp from your tears and your eyes found his, an exasperated look all over his face, glasses falling down his nose and tongue pushing the inside of his cheek, "do you want me to hurt you? Why aren't you answering?"

"No, I'm sorry" you answered, eyes shaking from his tone.

"Then talk, use your words, I told you to start with five, but now they'll be ten" his grip was hurting your scalp, and you wanted to cry because of how unfair he was being, but you didn't want to make him even more angry, so you accepted it.

"Yes, I'll count, I promise" you said how you could, your voice breaking in your throat.

He let your hair go and you sighed, relieved, but that didn't last long, his hand pried inside your panties, molding your ass with his hand, and then he cupped your pussy, so wet you could feel little drops falling out of you, "fuck, look at this slut, already dripping when I haven't even touched you", he pulled your panties down your thighs and you felt the air touch your naked cunt.

He caressed your skin, appreciating the size of your ass and its form, so round it invited his hand to grope it. He liked it, he always thought about doing it when you were in class, when you walked to the front to talk to the professor or to some of your friends, he stayed on his seat, watching it move from side to side with every step, teasing a place inside his mind he had never paid attention to, because he didn't know how much he could like a curvy girl until he met you, with your tight blouses showing the size of your chest, or your skirts that sometimes showed more than what was considered appropriate, but he always admired you from afar, everyone knew you had a type, those assholes addicted to the gym, and they always flew around you, not leaving anyone else an opportunity to approach you.

He actually liked that you invited him, but he knew you didn't like him, he saw it in your eyes, for you he was just something new and funny to play once, and he didn't want to be just a fuck, he wanted to be something else, when you met you were the sweetest girl he ever saw, sharing your notes with him and including him in work groups, but you changed, and you started to look at him the same way the others did, so you judging him was enough to push the little restraint he had, because no one, especially you, the campus whore, was going to insult him like that.

You were getting used to the felling of his hand touching your skin, even enjoying it, when you felt the first whip, "One!" You screamed almost like a reflex. You hadn't noticed when he grabbed his belt, but the sting of it over your bottom made you dizzy and your lungs couldn't accept the air you tried to breath for a long second, feeling a burning pain.

"Good, continue like that, don't get distracted" he adverted. You nodded how you could, arms and legs shaking from the impact.

"Two!" If you thought the first hurt, the second was even worse, the hot sensation had moved through your skin, burning more of it, almost until your thighs, nerves sending little shocks all around.

You felt the leather accessory brush your back and slowly go down to your ass, finding at some point your pussy lips, he didn't put any pressure over it, but your body moved on its own and lifted your hips, trying to make more contact against the belt.

"Needy whore" he called you, making your pussy throb and you whine.

He continued like that, spanking, teasing, and caressing. You felt your skin irritated, almost brazing, as if your live flesh was already there after all the hits, you were just in the seventh spank when you had cried loud enough for your voice to echo through the whole house, but no one was there, and even if you prayed, no one would be able to help you.

"Eight!" Your voice was loud and clear, tears uncontrollably falling down your cheeks and pussy clenching around nothing, his pants surely had a big wet spot after your pussy dripped all over them and you tried to find any way of pain appeasement rutting to his thigh.

You could feel his boner touch the side of your hip and you didn't need to see it to know it was big, and that, if he didn't fuck you after all those punches, you would suffer even more than with his spanks, because your pussy was so painfully untouched you would go crazy in any second.

Without noticing, you were already in the tenth hit, but before he did it, he opened your folds with his fingers, to see your poor cunt, it was so wet it was shining down then lights of your room, and the second he opened them a line of your wetness started to visibly drop down his thigh.

"Another rule, you can't cum if I don't give you permission" he said, middle finger tracing up and down your slit, poking your hole and then ignoring it to go to your clit and press it.

Your thighs were shaking, you wanted his finger to enter your cunt, you needed it, you wanted to beg but you were afraid of how he'd react, so you didn't, only nodding to him and his order.

The last spank arrived and you screamed the number full of pain, exhausted and somehow elated at the same time, it's over, you thought gladly.

But your body didn't think the same, with that last stroke your pussy had leaked and made a mess over his pants, and he angrily grabbed you by the hair to look at him in the eyes "I told you that you couldn't cum, stupid bitch" he spat, lips moving with fury.

"I didn't-I didn't, I swear" you cried, your hands were over your bed, trying to maintain you in the position he had pulled you to not be as painful as the first time.

"Shut up, now you're talking back? On all your fours" you crawled out of his lap, still wearing your stretched out panties mid thighs and heavily breathing.

You didn't dare to look at him, only hearing him move behind you, situating behind you and opening your ass cheeks with both palms, spitting over your little hole and making you jolt.

You trembled, what if he wanted to fuck your ass? You had never been fucked there, and just the thought made you gulp the saliva accumulating inside your mouth.

Did you want it or not? You didn't know.

"If you weren't such a slut I would've fuck you good long ago, but I thought you only liked steroid dicks, what made you change your mind?" He asked, thumb incredibly close to your little unused hole "have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

"I don't like them, they like me" you said, sound muffled by your pillow "and no, never."

He pressed his thumb, satisfied with your answer, pushing it inside your ass, making your pussy clench of need.

You moaned, no one had played with that place before, and your slick had lubricated you enough, making his touch feel even better, a weird but good sensation.

"Such a pretty hole, sadly you won't get fucked today" he slapped his length against your ass cheek, and you moaned again, you didn't know when he had taken out his dick, but it had you squirming, it felt big, and you were sure it'd hurt if he fucked you.

Your toes curled, it was so wrong, you shouldn't want him, you thought about asking him to stop, you couldn't let him use you, he was unpredictable, you would've never imagined the strength and authority he had, it was so different from his usual self, the Wonbin he had shown to the world wasn't this one at all, where was the lame otaku you shared classes with? You approached him because you thought he'd be soft and even weak, listening to anything you wanted, you just wanted some fun and to try something different, and this was different, but not the way you expected.

"What are you thinking about? I told you to not get distracted" he asked after some time, his hands kept moving around your curves, but when you stopped whining, he knew something else was in your head.

"Can-Can we stop? I'm sorry for what I said, happy?" you spoke, wanting to stop and rest, your ass cheeks were stinging, and you had no idea what was going through his head, which honestly made you fear of his next action, because if he wasn't going to fuck you, what was he going to do?

His hands stopped and you felt his weight fall behind you, eyes all over you, but you continued there, ass up, thighs closed and face against your pillow, waiting for him to talk.

"Okay" you couldn't believe it, you were free, you sighed, relieved for it to end. You stood up, arms and legs shaking, your underwear that was mid thighs fell down and you didn't care, you kick it out of your feet and pulled down your skirt, you were still dressed, so that was good enough for you, you didn't have time to pay attention to how dirty you were, slick dripping out of you with every movement, you just wanted to get out of your room as soon as possible, to hide in your bathroom and wait for him to leave with the protection of being alone in a secluded room, away from him.

You were about to give your first step when you felt a grip on your hair pulling you back with force to the bed, making your body fall on your back and yelp of surprise.

Your body bounced over the mattress, and you saw him laugh loudly, that same laugh you had seen many times before when you joked around him, but this time directed to you, "did you really believe me? You can fuck yourself with your fake ass apology, it only makes me think that I should really fuck the stupidity out of your head before you get worse".

You gasped for air, your chest was heavily trying to breathe again, and your heart was beating fast, full of fear.

"Now, be good and tell me where you have your vibrator, and don't you dare lie to me, dating all those one pump chump, I'm sure you haven't had a proper orgasm unless you played with yourself" even without his warning you wouldn't have lied to him, you knew better than that. You pointed the second drawer on your bedstand, making him grin.

It was magic wand, a powerful vibrator that you received as a gift from your friends, a friendly joke within the group, but you hadn't used it that much, too afraid of its intensity.

He didn't waste any time, he turned it on and the buzzing sound made you close your eyes, turning the front of your body down and grabbing your pillow for comfort, you knew he was a about to ruin you, and that there was no way of scaping him.

He came back to you and smacked your ass, your ass was red and irritated from his first punishment, and it hurt you like hell, making you scream loudly over your pillow, which muffled it as much as it could.

Still, he laughed again, and grabbing your hips he made you go back to your past position, on all fours with your face down, embarrassed from being like that in front of him.

You heard the buzz get closer to you and when it finally touched your clit you cried, you were sensitive after all the teasing and just a brush of it was enough to make your whole body jolt.

He was mocking you at first, pressing and pulling away in seconds, again and again, making you whimper from desperation.

"Don't forget, you can't cum until I allow you" his hand hit you again and you sobbed.

"Yes" you answered loud.

His hand touched your spine, making your back arch even more, pussy trying to find your touch.

He didn't wait anymore, he pressed the head of the toy against your whole cunt, making you moan loudly and hug tighter your pillow, your hips moving back and forth.

"Fuck that feels good" his dick was also against the vibrator, pushing the toy even more to you with his hips bucking, as if he was fucking you when he was feeling the same vibrations as you, a bit less intense, but still good against him.

It drove you crazy, it was insane how good you were feeling, and he wasn't even fucking your insides, you had no idea masturbation could be that intense, and with him, your face was flushed, your forehead sweaty, your hair was a mess, and you were leaking so much of your juices it was almost like you were cumming.

"Shit" your hips were frantically moving against him, ass jiggling and the perfect image of you fucking yourself, you crying of pleasure without stop, making his hand tighten his grasp on your waist, feeling the extra skin of your tummy with his fingers.

"Are you about to cum?" He asked, you were buckling your hips too much against him, which was a sign of it.

"Yes! Yes!" You said, the orgasm was so close you saw little spots when you closed your eyes and you wanted him to let you cum, you needed to cum.

He had other plans for you, so he pulled away, not letting the toy touch you anymore.

"Why?" You howled, shamelessly shaking your ass for him to press it again, receiving another spank as a result.

"You don't ask, you obey, so shut up" he stated. You bite your lip, tears falling and clit throbbing, it was so close, so close and so unobtainable at the same time, it made you feel hopeless.

"Take your top off and look at me" you obeyed him without doubt, you took your top and your bra off and sat on your knees, looking at him and still biting your lip to not talk when you shouldn't.

You were both sitting in front of each other, but he was completely dressed, just his dick out of his pants and his belt thrown away in some place in your room, while you, on the other hand, only wore your skirt, which had the front and back of it drenched from all your juices.

You showed him your tits, waiting for him to touch you and make you cum, it was sick, it revolved your stomach, but you needed that orgasm like you had no idea, now having tasted it so close, how could you let it slip away?

"Pretty slut" he said, both hands going to each tit and playing with them, fingers pinching your nipples to then grope them, making little tears fall your eyes, and when he slapped one of them, you felt even a worst sting on your breast than on your ass, making a heartbroken cry scape your mouth.

He loved that sound so much he wanted to hear it again, you breaking down it would be impossible for you to ever forget who was the cause of all those sounds.

He moved closer, now up on his knees and looking down at you. He was short, but in that moment, you saw him fucking immense, making you feel insignificant compared to him.

His hand went to your hair, you expected him to hurt you, flinching, but he pet you instead, ruffling your hair and nodding to you, "cum", he said.

You didn't understand why he said that, but then you heard the buzz of the toy again, getting close to your clit, making you smile and open your legs as much as you could to receive it.

It felt so fucking good, his hand on your hair was now a grip but you didn't care, you couldn't feel anything else that wasn't the toy against you.

However, it was weird, a pain was growing inside you, making you try to squirm away after some time, "No-", you tried to stop him, that weird sensation was still in your abdomen, increasing with each second, a hot pressure that made your pussy clench and throb strongly.

"I didn't ask you, I want you to cum, so you'll cum" he said, pushing the little button to the maximum, the power was so strong you chocked with your own saliva and you coughed before you could talk again.

"Wait! Wait!" You repeated, his grip on your hair was still there, strong, and your face was red of tears falling down your cheeks. Your pussy was being so abused your body had started to convulse and your hips jolted with every vibration of the toy.

Was that a real orgasm? You didn't know it would be so aggressive, you didn't know how it would feel, but it was almost like dying, a sensation that completely terrified you.

He didn't move a single inch away, he was biting his lip and his face showed a grin from ear to ear.

A pitched sound came out of your throat, you were cumming so hard streams of your orgasm were dripping down his hand and onto the bedsheets, but he didn't stop, and the overstimulation was starting to be more and more painful. You tried to move your hips away, but he didn't let you, his hand with the toy would follow your body, not letting you scape at all.

"Are you sorry now?" He asked after he finally pulled away the toy from you, letting you breathe and regain some of your consciousness.

You nodded to his question, you were sorry, you didn't mean to bother him so much, you should've thought twice before talking, you really didn't know your punishment would be like that.

His hand impacted on your cheek again, you couldn't move your head and he took advantage of that to give you a strong slap, shaking your mind and making your eyes blurry, and then, when you cried and loudly said you were sorry, he tapped softly the same cheek he had slapped seconds ago, "I told you, you're a big girl and you should use your words if you didn't want to make me mad"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I was bad, forgive me, please" you begged, sobbing and deeply regretting having teased him.

"That's the apology I was waiting from you, well done" he let your hair finally free, sitting next to you and jerking his cock with your orgasm on his hand. You, about to crumble over the bed, legs hurting and mind too hazy to think properly, only watched him moving his hand over his length. "I think you learned your lesson today, but you need more training, don't you think so?"

You should be disgusted with him and how he acted, your whole body was in pain, and you saw dark dots all around you, your eyesight full of them and at the same time focused on his hand and what he was doing, and you were sure your pussy and your ass cheeks would be in pain for many days later because of how much he abused you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to reproach him.

You had learned may things that day, and you should appreciate that, how you shouldn't judge a book for its cover, how you shouldn't misbehave and talk back, and that you didn't like big guys because they made you feel small, you just liked to feel small.

He had done a question, so you, just like he taught you, answered it, "Yes, I still have much to learn".

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kxxkiecxre · 1 year

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❦ Deja Vu ❦ Jeon Jungkook

PAIRING: Jungkook x reader

SUMMARY: your childhood best friend is all grown up.

WARNINGS: stalker!Koo, unprotected sex (pls don’t), he nuts inside her, kinda toxic relationship between oc and Daniel (her ex), hickies, back scratches, skin marking, oral sex (f. Receiving) idk? I think that’s it?

WC: 3.2K

Really rushed because I’m half asleep lol also not edited.

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Sipping on your drink in a musty club was not what you imagined to happen right after your last college exam ever. But Hyuna is a very convincing individual, and that is how you ended up in said club, tipsy and laughing with your best friend, wearing your skimpiest little black dress.

It was too hot in the club, your makeup felt like it was melting away even though it remind looking perfect and fresh, Hyuna was drunk, and you were tipsy, you needed to pee so badly but, it was all perfect. It was exactly how every weekend used to go back in your first year of college.

There was many men and women that were hot, but for some reason, through all these college years, no one ever piked your interested. No one but Daniel, back in second year of college, it’s a sticky situation. You wouldn’t call it love, but, it’s been so long and the fact you defied your parents for him, it’d be shameful to breakup with him now.

“And so, we broke up” Hyuna finishes, shaking her hand in a funny way. Hyuna was too cute for her own good.

“I know babe, I was there.”

“Alreast we ended on good terms” she pouts slightly while you nod in agreement.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom, releasing the heaviness in the pit of your stomach. God you hated holding your pee in. Washing your hands and drying them, you rip a bit of tissue, tapping away the slight sweat by your hairline, and adjusting your bangs. You give yourself a once over, before returning to Hyuna.

“Yeah she’s about medium height, listens more than talks when tipsy, eh has huge eyes..” as you near Hyuna you over hear some tall guy in a black button up explain someone to her.

“Mmm that must be my bestie Y/N, she went to empty her weak bladder love” she says sipping on her drink.

“I heard my name-“ you gasp, heart immediately quickening at the familiar doe eyes staring back at you.

“Jungkook?” You ask in disbelief.

He smirks, “long time no see huh?”

You almost do a double take as Hyuna excuses herself, winking at you swiftly.

What has happened to him? Why is he so tall, and hot? So fucking handsome out of nowhere. You remember him as a shy 18 year old, heading off for college with big doe eyes and short spikey hair. This, this is not the same Jungkook that’s left you behind. Sure he’s older by two years, but goddamn. Time did him good.

“Yeah I mean 7 years is a lot of time but wow,” you scoff in amusement, “time did you good Jungkook.”

“I can tell you the same thing,” he eyes you up and down, “you became a woman. Wow. A smart one at that, masters degree in law? I’m proud of you.”

Sitting down at the stools by the bar you smile softly, “thank you.”

“So catch me up, I haven’t seen you for a long time. How are you? Are dating? How are you parents”.

Chuckling you make a mental note of the fact he no longer is the shy boy you know, he’s straight forward and to the point, no beating around the bush anymore, “I’m doing good, and yes I’m seeing someone. And my parents, they’re not talking to me.”

His brows pull into a frown, eyes glancing at you as yours land on his large hand wrapped around the shot glass, “seeing someone? Dating or trying it out?”.

“Dating, for awhile now actually.”

He nods, swallowing the drink in one swing, “and your parents? Why aren’t they talking to you hm? Do i need to talk to them?”.

“You’re still in contact with them? And no you don’t need to. They don’t approve of Daniel. They think he isn’t good for me, we had an argument, and they never called me again. To cut it short for you.”

He hums.

You take a minute take a really good long look at him. He’s dressed in all black, hair dark and eyes still doe but yet so alluring and seductive. Lips still the same just a lot more blushed and juicy, mature in a sense. Jaw sharp and skin glistening. His right hand sharing hints of tattoos and you smirk at that.

“What are you doing here by the way? If you don’t mind me asking.” You ask, sipping on the drink the bartender just slipped to you.

“I moved back, got my own apartment. Thought it made more sense to move here since the main company is situated here.” He says, eyes so attentive to you, you could swear you were spiking a fever just by the way you’re blushing.

“Mhm what company do you work for?” You ask, trying to mindlessly keep the conversation going.

“R.A.M & Co” he answers smoothly.

“Ooh I heard about them, apparently very successful.”

“You could say that” he smirks once again.

Your phone buzzes and you apologise. Answering swiftly, Daniels voice rings on the other end, asking you to come home and sighing you agree.

“I’m going to head out now Kook, take care of yourself hm?” You nod goodbye to him.

“Get home safely” he smiled back at you.

Walking home wasn’t necessarily alarming, or scary for you. You’ve know this big town for awhile, walked the streets thousands of times. Throwing your head back and exhaling, you think about Jungkook and how much he’s grown to be a man. The cold night drawing as cloud of fog to escape your lips.

Jungkook became a man whose begging to be worshipped. You’ve never been a disloyal person, but it’s not like your current relationship actually has any love there. You know Daniel sees other women on a regular, you just choose to ignore it. You’ve made a mess between yourself and your family, it would be embarrassing to break up now.

Scanning the streets, your eyes mimics the street lights and the many neon signs embracing the vast city. But somewhere in the back of your mind, actually no, right in the middle of your mind, you see yourself with Jungkook. Hands wrapped in his black hair, lips on his and bodies heating up with the activities you partake in, and for the first time in awhile you feel the buzz of some form of a good feeling. Perhaps, lust?

Huffing to yourself, you pull your dress down your ass. How could you imagine such vulgar things with a man who used to be your best friend? But good god, how could you not? The man is literally sex on legs, fuck he drove you crazy and it took him just a mere half an hour to talk with you. You wonder just how many girls begged to have him just for one night.

Lazily pulling out the keys to your apartment, you sigh, knowing Daniel is inside of it, about to scold you for going out and living your life once again. You should have never gave him a key to your place. That was your first big mistake.

Stepping into the house, you slip your shoes of, hanging your bag on the coating rack and strolling into the living room. Where of course, he’s sat on the couch, head in his hands that were supported on his knees. By all means, Daniel wasn’t a bad looking guy. He was hot, abs for days deep black eyes with a buzz cut.

“We need to talk” he mutters.

“Daniel if you’re going to scold me for going out again save I-“

“I’m breaking up with you.” He says, getting up of the couch and staring across the room at you.

Your hands stop pulling the grapes of the branches, your stomach pausing in the middle of your inhale. What? The edge of the kitchen island dug into your belly uncomfortably. All of a sudden?.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard me Y/N, i can’t keep being with someone who has no respect or love for me.” He continues.

You Scoff, smirking in anger as your jaw slacks, your hand slaps against the marble and your rock back and forth on your heels, “oh save the crap. I’ve stayed with your two years Daniel, despite the fact you’ve been fucking all the girls behind my back, and I’m the one that doesn’t have respect for you? Oh go fuck yourself honestly.”

He pales slightly, his figure stiffening at your angry form, “leave my house Daniel.”

He does as you ask, not muttering a single word as your eyes begin to swell with tears once the door of your apartment shuts. You couldn’t believe you wasted all this time on someone whose so fucking useless and disrespectful. But that’s what you get for being naive, for not putting yourself first.

On the counter, your phone buzzes. An unknown number pops up and you think for a second if you should answer, after a second you press the green circle and put the phone to your ear.

“Did you get home safely?” You recognise that smooth voice, and it sends shivers down your spine.

“Yes,” you replied “how did you get my number.”

“Hyuna” he mutters lowly.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect,” he chuckles, “are you?”

The beat of silence gets loud, pounding between your phone lines as you inhale sharply, “he broke up with me.”

He laughs lowly, “mhm good. You didn’t love him anyway, and correct me if im wrong, but don’t you deserve better?”.

“What are you getting at Jungkook?”

The line on his side goes quiet and for a minute you think he hung up on you, “you really think I don’t know who he is? Baby, I know everything about him. He’s nothing but a fake. He’s merely a man of his words.”

Furrowing your brows you sigh, “I still don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”

“I could make you feel things he’d never be capable of.”

“Jungkook-“

“Would you let me in if I knocked on your door right now?”

Stilling, your frown deepens in confusion, “what?”.

A knock echoes through your apartment, and your lips part. How the fuck does he know your address?

“Jungkook how do you know where I live?”

“Answer the door baby, I’ll explain everything.”

Your heart rate is probably through the roof, but you cannot decipher if that’s the result of Jungkook’s impeccable stalking abilities, or because he makes you want to give him your body right that second. Despite that, you open the door and there he was, in all his glory, black leather jacket now engulfing his body.

You let him in, following behind him as he looks around. His eyes find yours within seconds, and god did they look anything but innocent this moment.

He stalks towards you, cornering you into the wall, arm above your head as he leans down to be eye level with you. At this second, he could murder you, maybe even kidnap you, but something inside you would let him do both of the things. He looks like he’s famished, ready to devour whatever meal you give him and god do you want to give him the best meal of his life. His dark eyes, pierced through yours as they watched the metal ring around his lip. Why is he so damn fucking attractive right now?

His single look, makes you feel everything you haven’t in your two year relationship. You feel high, ecstatic as if you’re in cloud nine right now. As if nothing, absolutely nothing could hurt you or touch you but him. And you’re so fucking good with that, actually, you’re in love with that.

He was too good to be true, his whole demeanour possessive, manly and dominant. The siren eyes, the smirking lips and confident body language was driving you insane and if humanly possible, you’d orgasm right there and then.

The tension in the room was strong. Thick like a million bands carefully weaved together to create a sheath of nothing but sheer lust, and sex crazed energy. It could raise the roof if it was physical, whining like a whistle of a boiling kettle, threatening to blow the windows around you within a millisecond. Even the air around you was hot heavy and so dangerous. One word could break it or make it and the longer you stared at each other, the tighter the band tied. Threatening to snap at any given moment.

“Take me,” you whisper, “Jungkook.”

His smirk deepens, eyes becoming even darker than before and you knew, you knew this was going to be the best time of your life. Like the flash of thunder, Jungkooks lips latched onto yours. Sucking on them like a hungry man, tongue poking through to wander around your mouth, fighting tugging massaging your own as you moaned into the heated kiss.

“Bedroom, first door on the right.” You muttered hurriedly, peeling the black leather jacket of him and tossing it somewhere there in the living room.

Untying the laces of your dress, he smirks, “oh yeah?”.

“Fuck Jungkook don’t be a tease right now” you whined.

Chuckling he follows you into the room, discarding your clothes haphazardly everywhere around your house, cluttering your floors with a mix of yours and his clothes. You stand before him in a red lace bra and underwear, and scoffs in amuse.

“He was missing out on all this?” He shakes his head tsking.

You stood before him, skin caramel and glistening even in the dark, the only source of light being the glowing moon seeping into your windows, painting you in a blue light. God you were beautiful, your skin soft and smooth. You were a wonderful woman and he was in disbelief that your ex didn’t worship you the way you should be. He’s never expected to find you to be this grown. Breasts spilling out of your bra, ass round a plump and he could smell the femininity of you. The smell of woman and maturity and he loved it.

With no time to waste, he ripped the materials of your body. Lips immediately finding place in your skin, kissing, biting licking. You squirmed underneath him, begging to feel him in you already, but he was a patient man, and he knew he had to give you a bit of time.

Finger rubbing up and down your seeping slit, he groans. Fuck your were so wet, it was trickling down your ass you could feel it. His finger prodded your entrance, slipping in slowly mouth finally finding place in your clit and you gasped, moaning softly as his finger hooked inside you, thrusting carefully and gently inside you. Maddening you every second that goes by and he knew, he loved it.

His lips suctioned on your clit, tip of his tongue flicking up and down, stimulating your mind to a whole different dimension. Your body electrified, buzzing with a certain high you haven’t felt for what felt like ancient time. Your flesh felt like it was crawling with a million ants, tingling, tickling you all the way from your toes to your head, sweat began formulating on your skin, turning to a light blush pink hue, your fingers itching to tangle in his hair, feeling the silk locks falling through your fingers.

The pit of your stomach felt like it had a rock inside it, begging to be relieved, lifted out. Your legs closing in around his head as he moaned onto your pussy, your moans pitching to a melody he hasn’t heard ever be this beautiful. His finger rubbing up into your flesh, curling, thrusting, triggering your pussy to flutter. Your arousal coating his chin, his hand, your legs and anything close enough to it. Your stomach falling and rising with your quickened breaths, your ribs flaring as your back arched, walls clenching around his finger, and with a final suck of his lips, you cummed around his finger, whining as you smacked your lips together to poke your tongue out, moisturising the dry flesh.

“You good?” He asks, coming back up your body like a snake weaving around you.

You hummed a yes, nimble fingers trailing from his broad shoulders to neck and finally at the base of his head, urging him to close the distance between your lips. He tasted of you, with a hint of mint.

“I need you, now”

He smirked, blinking lazily as he reached behind him, successfully pulling his boxers off himself. His dick was hard, you could feel it between your folds, rubbing up and down to coat itself in your essence. Looking right into his eyes, he held your stare, pushing the tip of his cock inside, slowly, filling you up. Your walls stretched with a sting, nothing too painful, at least not to a point you didn’t enjoy it.

You could feel him in the base of your stomach, both of you gasping right as he bottomed out. Your head lifting of the pillow minimally, left hand still wrapped into the base of his locks. He gave you a few minutes to adjust, before dragging himself out, barely living the tip in, before thrusting back in. Your moans bounced of the walls, hanging in the air ghostly. Skin on skin, heat rushing between both you as his pace picked up, his head in buried in the crook of your neck, where occasionally, his lips would suck with the intent to leave a mark behind.

The electricity between you felt like it was almost igniting bigger sparks every time your skin would rub of each other.

With his cock dragging in and out of you rhythmically, your eyes shut. Back arching into hot and sweaty body, head tilting back into the pillow, throat so attractive to Jungkook eyes he couldn’t help himself but to suck another pretty purple bruise right there. With your hands trailing down his back and landing on his ass, he chuckles softly, feeling the way you begin to clench around him again, sucking him in tighter, and he lets out a strangled groan right into your ear, prompting you to whine just as beautifully.

But as the coil in your stomach begins to warn, your moans pick up in volume. Nails dragging around his back, surely marking him just as his tight grip is on your hip. Leaving finger prints right there and you loved it. Before you knew it, the knot snaps inside you, ripping a loud moan out of you, before it got stuck in your throat, and all that Jungkook could do was chase his high, staring at your face, watching as your features pulled into ecstasy, and it was enough to send Jungkook soaring, filling you up with his warm cum.

You stayed wrapped around each other for another minute, before he dropped on the other side of the bed beside you. Smiling crazily to himself almost not believing he just nutted into the woman he’s loved since he was a 14 year old shy boy damn.

Looking at each other almost instinctively, both of you burst into laughter. Before the rapid knocking of your door sends you into dressing yourselves in a hurried rush. Jungkook followed behind you slowly, watching as you opened the door, gasping.

“Mom?”

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A/N: no stop I actually don’t know how to end anything I write lmfao.

DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE OR REWRITE MY STORIES IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM!!

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possessive yeonjun

genre: idol!yeonjun x idol!reader (fem)

warnings: smut, semi-public sex?? petnames (princess, baby, nothint weird idk), tit sucking, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex,

summary: when your groups just happened to be performing on inkigayo on the same day and yeonjun catches you talking to another idol backstage

an: this is my first work pls be nice to me and also the preformance referenced in this is txts inkigayo preformance on 20230129 and for the readers outfit i was thinking of winter's outfit in the spicy promos!

being in a relationship with an idol was hard enough, while being an idol yourself though? that was a different story. there was no doubt in your mind that yeonjun loved you, but it was difficult to see each other when your schedules clashed so often. so when you found out your groups would be having a comeback around the same time you were both thrilled, hoping that your music show days would line up as well. the day your schedules were released you rushed to tell yeonjun. he was eager to tell you that you'd be preforming together on 3 separate occasions.

the anticipation built over the next couple weeks while you prepared anxiously. comebacks were always stressful and took a toll on your physical health. knowing that you would be able to spend a day with yeonjun kept you going, even if it was for work...

finally the day had arrived, your comeback was very successful which took a weight off your shoulders. yeonjun didn't shy away from telling you how much he enjoyed watching your music video, especially the scenes where you wore that short, skin-tight dress. you decided to keep it a surprise that those outfits were the concept you'd be preforming in today.

you woke up early to begin your schedules, starting with your hair and makeup. you had your hair in an updo and a very smoky eye look. you couldn't help but stare in the mirror and wonder what yeonjun would think. it was time to get dressed and basically just wait for the interviews to start. after you got dressed you took some selfies and mirror pictures to post to your groups twitter account. secretly hoping yeonjun wouldn't see it, you wanted him to be surprised. you were hoping to see him before the performances and interviews started but he had a solo to record before hand so you just greeted the other members, disappointed because you had no idea he wouldn't be there. nevertheless, you were still excited for his reaction to your outfit to be caught on live television.

you can't help but watch his dancing from the waiting room, the way his face contorted with concentration reminded of you of a certain scene from your bedroom and couldn't stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together while recalling the memory. he was hypnotizing.

he had no time to say hello before or after he changed into his outfit for the group performance and had his makeup touched up. a little disappointing but not surprising. txt had gone for their solo interview first, and then your group joined them. the moment yeonjun saw you he couldn't keep his eyes off of you, and how the dress hugged your body everywhere, the fishnets slightly squeezing your thighs. he was a mess, he stood on the stairs behind you, making your height difference even more prominent. as you turned around to greet the mc's and the members of txt you winked at him and snuck in a subtle eyebrow raise with that signature smirk of his. while the cameras were rolling he tried his best to not let his eyes linger, in fear of forgetting his lines. to say he was relieved when the interview was over and the cameras were off is an understatement. he hurrily said goodbye the the mcs and run after you, unbeknownst to him you desperately needed to use the bathroom and honestly just wanted an excuse to tease him more.

as soon as you had exited the bathroom the male mc was waiting for you (this can be whoever you want it to be). another aspect of your relationship that was so difficult was the fact that you had to keep it a secret, to everyone except your members of course. it wasn't uncommon for idols to flirt with each other but rarely do they ever date so it's not far fetched to assume most idols are single. you're not, but this mc doesn't know that. he instantly starts his lines, you can tell he's tried this before, it sounds straight off a script.

"so... your comeback was phenomenal" he started

you just shyly laugh, out of awkwardness "thank you..."

"im excited to see your preformance" he looks you up and down, probably not as subtly as he was trying to make it seem "i know you'll look great, y/n"

the way he says your name makes you laugh, he was trying to sound so seductive and it wasn't going well for him. he looks around embarassed before suddenly running off. you can barely contain yourself to look up and see what scared him away when you see yeonjun approaching you, looking less than pleased.

"what was that about?" he asks you, clearly angry

"i don't even know" you say still giggling "i come out of the bathroom and he's just there"

he just lets out an unimpressed groan

"anyways, i watched your solo jun" you say, snaking your arms around his neck "you did so good"

a smirk starts to spread across his face, suddenly forgetting there was even a guy talking to you in the first place. his hands find their places on your waist

"mhmm i wanted to surprise you" he says before pulling you closer, leaning down to whisper in your ear "were you trying to surprise me too"

"am i that easy to read?" you reply, fake offense laced in your voice

"a little bit"

"well did it work.."

"a little bit"

you smack his chest jokingly and try to slip out of his constantly tightening grasp on your waist. he begins lifting you off the ground slowly

"ahhhh yeonjunnnn" you complain

"you're not getting away from me this time" he says throwing you over his shoulder, despite your complaints

"what are you doinggg" you say admitting defeat and laying limp over his shoulder "what time do you go on"

"not for another hour" he replies starting to move to his dressing room

you smirk to yourself realizing that your plans have worked. you'd been waiting for this moments for weeks. busy days and nights spent away from each other, there's some pent up desires. yeonjun hasn't been shy in telling you this either. how much he missed you, how badly he needed you.

you're brought out of your thoughts when you hear the door close and lock. he sets you down gently on the couch.

"jjuni do u think this is the best idea" you say, so softly it's almost a whisper

"i don't really care" he replied, boldly "you don't understand how bad ive been needing this"

"i think i do" you say, smirking "you made it very clear in our texts"

"mhm" he mumbles sitting next to you "so you do understand"

he reaches over you to pull your opposite thigh over him, forcing you to straddle him, and forcing your dress to ride up to your waist. revealing only your safety shorts, to his disappointment. you snake your arms around his neck, entangling your hands in the hair on his nape

" your hair is getting so long" you say, tugging at his gently

his head leans back in response to your touch, revealing the glitter so carefully placed on his neck, running down to his collar bones that are so graciously revealed by his thin shirt.

"you like it?" he asks, looking at you through half lidded eyes

"yeah, it's sexy" you respond, moving your hand down to trace his collarbones, he shutters at the light touch "you're so sensitive jun"

he bites his lip and brings his head back up to look at you "you're one to talk" he slides his hand up your thighs to your waist, pulling you forward slightly, brushing your clothed core against his ever growing bulge, erupting a moan from you

before you get the chance to scold him he brings his lips to yours, locking them in an intense kiss. you can feel his hunger quickly rising as the kiss turns desperate and sloppy. his hands roaming your body and pulling you closer until there's no space between your bodies. you feel his tongue swipe at your lips begging for entrance, which you happily grant. his hands move up to hold your breasts, strong fingers pushing against your clothed nipples, the friction of the fabric making them even more sensitive. this gets a slight whimper out of you, yeonjun taking the opportunity to move his mouth down to your neck, immediately latching on to the spot just below your ear. he knows you too well

"jun be careful we have to preform after this"

"don't worry princess, i won't leave a trace" he mumbles into your skin

your hands find their way into his hair again, tugging gently, careful to not mess up the work his stylist put in. his hands move up from your waist to your shoulders to slide the dress off, revealing your bare chest, to his surprise

"no bra?" he questions

"it's like built in or something i don't know" you reply, eager to feel his lips against you again, he giggles to himself quietly and resumes his position on your neck, hands moving to grope your breast once again. after fondling for a moment he slowly moves his kisses downwards leaving a trail behind him, making you shiver.

he replaces one of his hands with his mouth, quickly earning a whimper from you. your hands tightening in his hair, earning a groan from him in exchange

"fuck jun" you moan out

you can feel him smiling against your skin while his tongue stays steady, swirling around your nipple. he eagerly moves his head to focus his attention to your other boob, replacing his mouth with his hand. after you let out a particularly filthy moan he looks up at you through his lashes. the sight alone is enough to push him over the edge, his already hard cock twitching in his pants. you're brought back to earth when he suddenly halts his movements. you look at him, perplexed, with a slight pout on your face

"what's the easiest way to get through all these layers" he asks, with such and innocent tone, referring to the safety shorts on top of the fishnets, which are on top of your panties.

"fuck.... um" you reply, unsure of what to do

"i could just rip-"

"no"

he giggles at your pouting face. you slip off his lap, gaining a complaining whine from yeonjun, to take off your shoes, then the safety shorts, then the fishnets. making you shiver as the wet patch of your underwear is exposed to the cold air. yeonjun takes note of this and pushes you back on the couch, pulling your legs over his shoulders as he leans down below you.

"so wet for me already princess?" he asks

you can feel the blood rushing to your face, makeup doing very little to hide the red that spreads across your cheeks. you go to cover your face out of embarrassment but he quickly pulls your hands back down to him, his eyes asking you to play with his hair again. he starts peppering kisses to your inner thighs, making you shiver and lean into his touch

"who's sensitive now?" he teases

as his kisses slowly approach your core you can feel yourself becoming more and more needy. thighs trying to squeeze together, only to be stopped by his strong hands pulling them apart. you look down at him, puzzled by the halting of his movements, only to find him gazing up at you, asking for permission with his eyes. you nod at him desperately, biting your lip as your head falls back again. his fingers gently hook your panties, moving them to the side, because taking them off would require too much movement. he's needy and he knows you are too. you shutter from the feeling of the cold air against your now bare pussy. the feeling doesn't last long, he quickly connects his lips to your sensitive bud, kissing it slowly before licking a stripe up to gather your arousal on his tongue

"you taste so good princess" he mumbles, the vibrations causing you to moan and thrust into his face "all this for me?" you're too shy to respond, but he wants to hear you say it. "tell me princess..." he purrs

"mhm" you can barely groan out "all for u jjuni"

the pet name drives him wild and you know it. he resumes his licking at your clit. soft laps quickly turning into intense flicking. you try to contain your noises as much as possible but fuck hes so good. your hands in his hair tell him everything he needs to know. at this point you're tugging with no regards to the work that his stylist did, you couldn't help it. the knot in your stomach was building quickly, he moves one of his hands out from under your thigh and quickly shoves two fingers into your core, his cold fingers gaining a loud whine from you, your teeth sinking into your lip. his fingers starting moving in and out at an excruciatingly slow pace, making your eyes flutter with pleasure. your back arches off the couch, pushing his face closer to you, reaching a spot that excites a desperate moan out of you.

"fuck jun, im close" you mutter quietly, a little embarrassed of how quickly you're cumming

"cum for me doll" he replies, only halting his activities for a second, eyes staring up at you with pride. he was proud of himself and you could see it

his movements only quicken from there, pushing you over the edge even quicker than you anticipated. moans erupting from you and your hips jerking against his face as the knot comes undone. he continues licking at you slowly, helping you come down from your high. your fingers release his hair as he moves up to kiss you again, your cum glistening on his chin. you move your arms around his neck to pull him down, quickly locking your lips with his, tasting yourself on him. he pulls away to look into your eyes, but you can only notice his hair

"shit, your hair" you say, hands quickly moving to fix it for him

"don't worry about it princess" he coos "you can fix it later im not done with you yet"

his words send shivers to your body, he quickly moves his face down to kiss your neck again, your hands find their way back into his hair he was right. he halts his movements to fumble with his pants. you can only giggle at him, using one hand to hold himself above you and one hand to try and get his pants off. you move your hands down to help him, quickly getting frustrated with the complexities of his stage outfit. he can't help but laugh at himself either. you give him a playful nudge, asking him to sit back up on the couch, he obliges, quickly moving his pants down to his knees with the availability of both hands. you sit back up and climb over him to straddle him again, his hands finding their place on your waist. you're scared half to death when you hear a knock on the door

"30 minute warning" one of his managers calls out from the other side

"thank you" he responds quickly

fuck, has it been that long already?

"gotta make this quick doll" he says turning your attention back to him

you nod at him, eagerly, your lip finding its way back between your teeth. his hands move from your waist to pull his boxers down, revealing his desperate cock, red and already leaking precum. the sight was enough to make you come undone all over again. his hands move back to your hips and lift you up slowly, you move your hand to his base, lining the tip up with your entrance before sinking back down onto him, letting him fill you up so perfectly

"fuck princess" he groans "i missed you so fuckin much"

"mhm" you reply, the pet name making you clench around him "missed you too"

he throws his head back in pleasure as you start moving on him, the slight movement turning him into a whimpering mess. his hands move you up and down, helping your already shaking legs. you let out loud moan as he hits your g-spot

"fuck jjuni, right there" you whimper, leaning your head into the crook of his neck

he wraps his arms around you fully, pulling you flush to his chest and fucking up into your rapidly. you squeak in response to the sudden change of speed, biting his neck harshly. so much for leaving no trace. he hits that spot over and over again, quickly bringing you closer for the second time

"shit" he mumbles "im close"

you smirk at his comment, knowing the break made him just as needy as you. climaxing so quickly.

"me too jjuni me too" you whisper into his neck, exhausted from pleasure

you feel his stomach brush your clit sending you over the edge, vision going white as pleasure rushes through your core, clenching around his dick as your high takes over your senses

"fffuck" he whimpers as he cums in response to your clenching. his hot cum shooting into you in spurts, filling you up even more. his head falls back as he twitches inside of you, his brain fucked dumb. you lay on his chest, beginning to play with the strings of his shirt while he regains his train of thought. he pressed a sweet kiss to the top of your head

"i love you" he mutters quietly

"i love you too jun" you reply, still slightly out of breath

"let's get you cleaned up yeah?"

you just hum in response, moving yourself off of his lap, pouting at the empty feeling he left inside you. he goes to grab a tissue and wipes off your thighs and moving your panties back to cover you. he pressed a loving kiss to your thighs before getting back up to throw the tissue away. you get up to put the rest of your outfit back on and pull your dress back up to cover you.

"gonna preform with my cum inside you?" he asks teasingly

"you know it" you reply, only half joking while putting your shoes back on

you move in front of the mirror to make sure your appearance isn't too messed up, fixing your hair and cleaning off your smudged lipstick. yeonjun comes up behind you and wraps his hands around your waist. you turn around to face his disheveled appearance

"you look hot" he says staring into your eyes

"why thank you" you reply, pecking his lips and immediately moving your hands to fix his hair, almost like nothing happened "you should probably go"

"mhm" he hums, sadly "how about we go get dinner after this

"if there's time" you reply, messing with his hair some more

"i'll make time don't worry" he leans down, kissing you softly, interrupted by another knock at the door

"15 minutes it's time to do a run through" the same manager calls out

"coming" he replies, shortly

he kisses you one last time, lingering way longer than he had time for

"i'll see you later princess"

#txt imagines #txt scenarios #yeonjun x reader #choi yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard hours #tomorrow x together smut #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun #txt #choi yeonjun

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ghostsferalgremlin · 1 year

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HORANGI HEADCANONS

Every single thing i'm gonna write down here is how I personally picture Horangi and, as i said in my pinned, if you don't like it scroll away, bye bye.

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• He is an idiot, not in a bad way, but in a genuine way.

It's not like he is dumb or something, but he goes on with his days by core memory and that only, this leads to something happening every five - ten minutes or so.

• This man is the definition of feral and they send him on the field like he's a wild animal ready to take down anyone.

He has fun, let's be real, he finds it funny when he hit targets and put down enemies even at hands in hands combat, he lives for it, also he's always ready for a fight, both on and off the field, big grin on his face.

• He lives to scare people.

The dark rituals skin? Yeah he asked for it and i picture the red parts to be reflective so they're only visible on certain lights. Tecnically speaking, i picture it to be good when they need backup or snipers looking over them at nigh, practically he walks around the base in the middle of the night with it on just to scare the shit out of whoever cross his way in the dark.

• He knows he's pretty but the mask stay ON.

Let's be real here, the man know how pretty he is, i picture him using his look to go away with things before joining the army, or before they ruined his face. He still thinks he looks good, but part of his brain refuses to take the mask off not because he's scared they cpuld find him in the base, but because he hates to see the looks of pity of the poeple when they see how he is right now.

• Your food? Nop. HIS food.

If you eat something different than what je's eating be ready to say gpodbye to it 'cause he will definitely ask for a bite, and it's never just a bite. Never. He knows how to do the puppy eyes and knows how to use them.

• He never spoke with anyone for a whole year.

I picture him not knowing any english when he joined and, while he was still learning, he never spoke or never answered to anything in a whole year, both because he didn't know how and because he kinda felt bad not being able to speak correctly. When he started tho it was the end, man never shut up.

• He's tiny.

Listen, i get that canonically they did him almost the same height as König, but i can't help to picture him being like 1.75/1.80 max. And compared to others? He is indeed tiny. Once König picked him up like it was nothing and he never recovered from that.

• Bisexual king.

He's way too chaotic not to be a bisexual, idk what else to say about this.

• His ringtone is a nightmare and once Oni fought him to change it.

His ringtone? Ring ding dong by shinee. Not because he actually likes it, but because he knows how mad people gets when it starts ringing and they can't so nothing to shut it down. He even dance on it just to piss the others off even more.

• Other than that? Man lis a metalcore baby.

He loves it, he lives for it, he knows every band on this planet, he just really likes it. Sometimes he even listen to deathcore or heavy/nu metal, but metalcore? You can find him knowing every word of every song possible.

•Feral, but he gets hurt pretty easily.

Listen, he loves to piss people off, but he also keeps reminding them how much that's his love language and how he keeps doing it cause he loves having them around. When they look genuinely pissed off? This hurts him and he goes days without doing anything because he really thinks people actually hates him, he's hurt by it and it took the same person to say out loud that they care about him to stop the bad thoughts he has.

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#ghost call of duty #call of duty headcanons #call of duty x reader #kortac #cod #cod headcanons #cod x reader #horangi #horangi headcanons #horangi x reader #kim horangi hongjin

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knine-nights-loves-ac · 1 month

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This started as an ask I was gonna send to @teecupangel but then it got like seven paragraphs long and I decided fuck it I’m just gonna make it a post and @ teecup. So here goes!

Another Pokémon!Desmond idea (ps: this got long, tldr; shiny Goomy uncatchable Des)

So to set the stage, AC universe happens as normal but, in the AC universe, pokemon as a franchise doesn’t exist. Just not a thing at all. So, starting off Desmond (who doesn’t know what Pokémon is) dies because of the Eye and poofs into a new universe as he does every other Tuesday.

Now, flash to a Pokémon region. I’m biased so I’ll say Kalos. But most work. Desmond appears on one of the earlier routes as a shiny Pokémon. Because I’m still biased, let’s say a shiny Goomy even though Goomies shouldn’t spawn there.

Desmond, newly goopified, doesn’t know what the fuck is going on. He’s a glob now. And the animals around him are fucking weird. And seemingly only live in the tall grass.

He can’t figure out how to use any of his “moves” outside of basically tackle and scratch and other similarly basic things. So he’s pretty dam weak, probably relatively low level, only thing he has going for him is that he’s fast and, relatively, smart. He’s still got human level intelligence which is enough to outsmart the vast majority of Pokémon.

He spends some time on this route, getting used to things, using his Eagle Vision (which he still has) to find berries, avoiding fights, and just enjoying his forced retirement to another universe. It’s Desmond, unless properly motivated, I think he’d be willing to settle in and chill.

But uh oh, trouble is afoot. In the form of! A CHILD no

This little kid toddles down the path with a belt full of pokeballs. Desmond, who is still new to this world, sees the kid and decides to approach. Why? Idk man, the brain cell got burned by the Eye.

The kid is like “OH MY GOD SHINY GOOMY!” And immediately initiates a Pokémon battle.

How does this feel to Desmond? Im not sure. But he definitely can tell somethings up when the kid starts screaming in another language, sounds like French? (If you get why, you get a cookie), and throws a ball that somehow summons another creature. Let’s say a Caterpie.

The Caterpie is low level, about as intelligent as a real caterpillar, and big. (Fun fact apparently Goomy and Caterpie are the same height). Now Desmond is concerned, especially when the kid yells a command and the huge ass bug attacks him. Caterpie only knows like three moves so it probably just tackles. Desmond, not being an idiot or actually a real Pokémon, dodges. The kid looks surprised but yells again and the Caterpie attacks again. After a few times, Desmond decides “Fuck this shit, I’m out.” and nopes on out of there. The kid is absolutely shocked that the shiny Goomy just ran from the battle and also that it dodged everything.

Desmond meanwhile, hidden now, checks on the kid and sees that they’re blue in Eagle Vision. He’s not sure whether to be surprised or not. On the one hand, he’s never seen a kid that was red, but on the other hand, this kid attacked him.

He metaphorically shrugs it off and continues foraging for berries, he’s trying out new combinations.

Meanwhile, this child runs back to wherever they came from, and eagerly spreads the news about the wild shiny Goomy they saw. Most people don’t believe them, but a couple other kids are curious enough to go looking later.

Another day begins and Desmond stumbles upon a group of kids this time. The original kid among them. They’re speaking quickly, yeah he’s pretty sure it’s French, too bad that’s one of the languages he barely gets (I don’t care if he’d know some via Ezio, he’d know 15th century French, not modern day Pokémon world French). They’re gesturing wildly and some of them are looking accusatorially at the original kid. Desmond tries to get a little closer and, just his luck, stumbles into view of the group. Uh oh.

Several minutes later, the kids are confused as hell, several Caterpies are furiously working their hamster wheel brains to understand what’s happening, and Desmond is starting to question what’s up with the people in this universe.

But something special happened this time. At one point, one of the kids threw a red and white ball at him. It bounced off his head and rolled on the ground, doing nothing. Desmond was just annoyed. The kids were flabbergasted.

Rumors spread until actual researchers are tramping through the tall grass. Desmond is definitely avoiding them. Even if they’re white in Eagle Vision, those lab coats remind him a bit too much of Abstergo.

Eventually, after the human presence becomes a bit too much, Desmond decides to hit the road and moves out from his comfy little tall grass patch in the middle of the night. He settles down again somewhere else.

Repeat cycle a few times until the whole of Kalos has heard tell of this shiny Goomy who nobody can catch and seems to roam the whole region.

Idk what’s happening from there. Begin plot of Pokémon X/Y? Maybe Desmond meets AZ? Lots of options but idk.

#assassin's creed #assassins creed #desmond miles #desmond miles ac #assassin’s creed #pokemon #pokémon xy #kalos #kalos region #pokemon kalos #Goomy #pokemon goomy #shiny goomy

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 8 months

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u can never have too many au ideas (aka the cursed-sun/moon au)

(im copy n pasting this from discord bc im lazy sorry y'all fsjhf)

other au idea: Sun is a ruler or lord in a fantasy world or smthn and Moon is the form he's been Cursed into turning into each night. Reader is a low-tier magic-weilder (who has a secret past that involves smthn rlly Bad and they used to have a reasonable amount of respectability in th community but now theyre shunned and cant get a job anywhere and also has a big scar and/or only one eye lol) who's one remaining ability is the ability to lift minor curses or plagues. Sun has been searching for someone who can 'bless' the curse of Moon (or whatever is making Moon be nasty murderous bloodthirsty man) for ages but mages r rare and most of them spend maybe one night trying to cure Moon before either getting got or being scared into getting tf outta there

so eventually word reaches Sun of a mage who's been looking for work, with the only catch being that they arent very powerful and no one has much to say abt them, and Sun, who has burnt every single thread he has trying to find a mage, is like GOOD ENOUGH CALL THEM HERE

and reader is like 'oh shit this is potentially a rlly good job, the only catch is that i have to deal w a demon possessed guy thats like twice my height and three times as strong,,' and like. bc they have Zero Options and also feel like their life has run itself into th ground and there is little left for them/no way to get themselves out of their Issues, they r like 'yeah sure its gonna take a while bc i can only perform minor magic but i'll do whatever i can to see that this curse is delt with'

and instead of trying to face Moon head on, they start with just kinda,, getting to know him. he's kept chained/locked away in a chamber every night to keep ppl safe, but every night reader goes into the chambers, sits at a tea table just out of his reach, and just. talks with him

they dont entertain his trying to mess w them, taunting, cruelty, etc, but they talk when there's the chance for standard conversation. at first it's hell bc Moon is a little shit and he never cooperates. he never answers questions, he spends the entire night threatening to tear them apart and savor their insides, etc. they bring him a cup of tea every night, and every time he smashes the cup and throws the pieces at them

ok well point is eventually Moon starts to mellow out around them, will actually sit and have conversation with them, one day is like 'you think i dont know what youre doing?? youre just trying to bore me into falling for ur trap so u can kill me. i like ur style but its not gonna work >:3'

and reader is like 'i literally do not have enough magic to kill a toad let alone a whole entire possessed person' and moon is like ',, huh. so what IS ur goal here??' and reader is like 'i want to lift ur curse for both u and Sun's sakes. i gave u my word, and i will follow through, at the very least to clear my own conscience of a past sin'

and so eventually Moon, out of curiosity, and later bc he likes spending time with reader, starts letting them cast the healing magic on him, breaking the curse little by little every night

and at the same time all this is happening, reader is spending mornings and evenings with Sun and keeping him up to date on how the process is going and, eventually, becoming the person he turns to when he's stressed or tired or rlly just wants company

and idk smthn smthn eventually both of them rlly want Reader and they dont know how to act so they just b making fools of themselves but reader is a dumbass so theyre just confused

(Moon absolutely tells Reader abt every 'oh man i rlly wanna kiss kiss snuggle smooch the mage rn' thought Sun has during the day but Reader is so used to Moon being a little shit n making shit up to mess with them that they r just like ._. )

the plot twist part,,

(the secret dark past that reader is hiding is that they used to be a local mage for a nearby town who was known and respected for giving 'blessings' to ppl for small fees but one day for Reasons, they cast a curse upon someone and one of the biggest no-no's a mage can do is Curse someone so the town practically rioted, tore them down from their pedestal, called upon another mage to strip reader of their magic, and then cast them out)

(rn im considering the idea that the person reader Cursed is Vanny, who, because of her own curse, eventually went on to be the one who cursed Sun and Moon)

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eneablack · 1 year

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I SHIFTED 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 AVATAR DR

The last few times I shifted were only with intention but this time I also said affirmations that grounded me in that reality (for example: "I am ene'ya te kalin satkie'itan” , “I live in Pandora”, “I am a na'vi”, etc…), and I went to sleep with the mentality that I was already there in Pandora.

I took notes right after I came back btw so everything was still fresh in my mind, then I added it all together and I tried to make a storytime as detailed as I can. I probably don’t remember well all the things but I tried my best to make everything accurate to what happened.

Okay so let me start.

I had scripted that Lo'ak would wake me up but that didn't happen, instead when I opened my eyes (I don't know what time it was because we don't keep track of time with clocks there) i got kind of scared because I found myself with my face squashed in a hammock so I could see everything from a big height and thought I could fall at any moment. This time I immediately realized that I had shifted because 1. I scripted it and 2. everything was too different, starting from the environment (forest) and ending on myself (literally blue), but I didn't even feel strong emotions like in the other shifts idk why, I was already used to being there as if I've always been there (in that reality it's obvious that I've always been there but you know what I mean).

As I was getting up I was told something like “you finally woke up, we thought you were dead” or something like that because it was said in Na'vi (now that I’m back I think its so weird that I knew and was used to a completely different language). Anyway, in the end it was Tuk who had spoken and she was standing next to a surface of worked wood with stuff on it that looked like exotic fruit. When I got up from the hammock for a moment it was strange to feel so huge (and semi-naked lol) and blue, but this too was super normal so I didn't think about it much.

There around the table, besides Tuk, were my father and one of my sisters and everything immediately became normal, I got back the memories and knowledge of that reality and I had the feeling that this reality was now a distant memory, or a dream, and it was there instead that I belonged. Tuk was at our place because she wanted to have breakfast with us, so then we started eating these seeds which were called pxorna and a type of fruit which name I don't remember, then there was also the spartan fruit which I think was the one from the first film (which Jake tastes for the first time in his new body). My mother and my other sister had gone hunting since I had woken up late, meanwhile then I decided to take Tuk back to her family and bro, I expected to be super excited to meet the rest of the Sully family but instead it was normal like everything else 😭 (now that I'm back here I've been freaking out the whole time that is, I still don't realize but okay).

Neytiri is fucking beautiful btw, and Jake is ethereal irl and is much more patient with the children since the sky people wasn’t there yet. Kiri is like in the movie I have nothing to add, she is nice to me but she is very sarcastic. Lo'ak is quite a kid lmao, even though he's in his 20s he acted a bit annoying and rebellious just because (obviously I love Lo'ak but I'm just describing how he was there, I’m not judging him) but still he was my best friend and i have to say we were very similar now that i think back on it.

Neteyam on the other hand.. bro, the most annoying person in the world, I’LL EXPLAIN RIGHT AWAY don't attack me. Practically, clever as I am, I scripted an enemies to lovers with him, not considering that actually in the "enemies" phase we would have been "enemies" and I have to say okay: it's not that we hated each other or were really enemies, but we kind of couldn't stand not even breathe the same air. He still always had that protective older brother personality and was kind/available to everyone BUT NOT WITH ME, I really pissed him off 😭 but it was mutual so yea. In fact, when he saw me bring Tuk back he snorted and changed seats so I remember that I kind of teased him about it but I don't remember exactly what I said to him.

Later I went out with Lo'ak and we went to get the ikrans because he wanted to go to Tsireya and wanted me to accompany him lmao because they weren't really together yet so he was shy. We had another friend called Nìmäng (he isn’t in the movies), and he was much more serious than us; I don't know how he could be our friend but somehow it worked because he balanced our non-seriousness. In short, we took the ikrans (mine is called Zeswavi) and y’all, it's a one of a kind experience, you feel the wind stinging your skin and you perceive in your body everything the ikran is feeling, then don't make fun of me but you also feel invincible, it's so incredible (I recommend you to shift there just to experience this thing).

When we arrived in Awa'atlu (I scripted that it's only 10 minutes flight away because I'm smart) it was just spectacular, it looked like the Maldives🧍🏼 but much much better. So, now I want you to trust me when I say that I had to hold back not to jump on Tonowari, that man is irresistible and so mighty irl, I can't do it lorddd. Ronal didn't like me that much and frankly I'm afraid it was because she saw me drooling over her husband. Tsireya is lovely, the kindest person there I must say, as well as Rotxo. Ao'nung on the other hand.. an infernal beast, literally; he’s cool I mean, but he was really annoying, he liked to tease me and provoke me every 5 minutes, but I responded by hitting him so it was all balanced.

The rest of the day was spent swimming with the ilus, playing a kind of ping pong with barks and also fishing at some point, which would have been very boring if it weren't for Ao'nung who, although annoying, is really funny. Later Kiri and Tuk also joined us, Neteyam as well, with whom I had a fight because I hit him on the head with the fishing net (it was actually hilarious). Before the eclipse we went back to the forest and brought back some of the fish we had caught, my mother cooked it and wrapped it in seaweed and it was all so good man.

We then all gathered around a bonfire and sang songs, other na'vis sang and some danced, it was truly magical. For a moment I stared at Neteyam because, even if I couldn't stand him, he was really beautiful under the firelight, but when he saw me he said like "what are you looking at, skxawng?" (“idiot”) so I insulted him and started ignoring him again lol.

At night I decided to shift here again because the experience was so beautiful that I wanted to tell everyone about it.

Thanks for reading this all <3 go shift!

#shifting realities #shifting stories #shifting to avatar #shifting #success story #shifting to pandora #avatar #avatar the way of water #shifted

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butmakeitgayblog · 9 months

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i really enjoy your blog so much that I had to write, after I saw all the questions marks about Alycia Debnam-Carey's height. There's been too much speculation over the years and it some of it is downright hilarious.

I'm not giving any personal information so you'll have to take this with a pinch or a good dash of salt, but I've worked with her. Her eyes are a clear green (lighting really makes a difference) and she is 5'7". Her body has changed a lot over the years giving her a more hourglass like figure and along with how cameras work, makes her appear a little smaller. She is almost always around people who are 6' or better and that also makes her appear smaller. In a lot of her photos and selfies she exaggerates certain poses especially with other people (leaning, bending) and this also makes her look smaller. Eliza, on the other hand, in almost always wearing four or five inch heels. She rarely wears flats or trainers.

On the set of The 100 they wanted Eliza and Alycia to be eye-to-eye and again, if you notice how the camera is set whenever they are in a two-shot, this is accomplished almost seamlessly. Eliza is 5'4 and a half and usually wore heels and lifts that were easily disguised by clothing/camera angles. Sometimes this is for practical reasons, like keeping everyone in frame or creating a certain effect. In the episode where she has Lexa backed up to a table, Alycia drew herself up to her full height and you can see the difference.

Sometimes these differences are considered a little comical and that's not what they wanted, so it didn't happen again. Not even in the scene when they're both barefoot in Clarke's room. Alycia is leaning forward as she walks (diminishing her height somewhat) again, to keep them close in the shot, which is quickly cut to them being seated.

How actors fit in a shot is important for focus, lighting and composition. Tom Cruise often appears much taller or at least of the same height as his co-stars through these means and he's the same height as Alycia. Watch for it in films and TV and you will simply never know someone's actual height, unless they are so blatantly tall, someone like Chris Hemsworth can even look to be close in height to Robert Downey Jr.

Take another scene with Eliza and Alycia, outdoors, during the pauna scare. Alycia's legs are constantly bent, which seems practical, on her guard, ready to run. She's standing next to Eliza whose legs are not really bent, and they appear to be the same height. Again, they are being kept closely in the frame. This happens too during Finn's funeral but if you notice in the long shot, Alycia's mark is deliberately right in a small divot and Eliza is standing about an inch forward. during season 3 they are always kept at the same eye level to emphasize these are twin commanders, two sides of the same coin.

Another little note on filming: women are almost always made to look smaller than they are, especially when paired with a male actor. If they are taller than the male actor, lifts or flats will be used, body posture, stance and the camera. Rarely is work done to make them look taller. One exception is Gal Gadot who wore wedges and lifts in her Wonder Woman costume, and she's already about 5'10" but again this was mostly for the camera as she was surrounded by actors her height or taller.

Hope this gives some insight as to how it works in filming and why.

Listen I am both shook, but also not at all surprised. And yes I am taking it with a grain of salt because idk you lol but you didn't say anything ~scandalous~ so I don't particularly see why you'd have any reason to lie.

1. Fuuuuuck you about the eyes 😩 fuck off noooo I don't— I didn't— I don't remember reading that part shhh shuuush shu— shut your mouth shut—

2. Yeah ok so, I had always heard she was 5'7 and that was the general... idk, feel that I always got from her. But like you said cameras always lie in the interest of getting shots and also she is,,, always gd surrounded by people taller than her. I mean take Laura for example. Her in flats vs Alycia in heels, even then she still looks tiny so it's always so hard to tell unless you're right there. But I checked out the scenes you mentioned and it seems at least at a glance that you're right. She does duck her head and somewhat rolls her shoulders forward when she walks into Clarke's room, and that gives the illusion that they're roughly the same height for a second, but even then she still has a touch of height on Eliza if you pay attention and account for the distance between them and the angle. And with the pyre scene

That sure does look like a bit of a dip in the ground with Eliza on a higher, flatter surface compared to it. It's minimal to not the draw the eye plus the draping of Lexa's coat, but I think I see the difference you're talking about. Alycia's foot even looks slightly tilted on the slope of it.

And even still, side by side they're not the same height. If they were shoulder to shoulder it'd be even more obvious.

I mean objectively I always knew they played visual tricks and fucked with wardrobe (lifts) and stuff to make scenes work. I've heard of the whole thing with making actors stand on boxes and having dudes practically in high heels to create height, so none of this seems out of place in the slightest, and it does fits more into what I had previously always thought about her height.

Sooooooo it was TLFOAH flyer that was the liar saying Alice is 5'5 (I know I know, the character is 5'5, whatever you know what I mean.)

I do appreciate this input! Even though obviously I have no idea if you're just talkin shit, but again I mean, what would really be the purpose. There's nothing to really gain.

#anon #listen I realize you probably never will cuz obvious reasons because so many fucking people cannot keep their chill #but #if you're ever so inclined dm me is love to hear more about these technical type things and all that #I'm not someone who runs their mouth. which you have zero way of knowing #but also part of that is because I've never talked about anything others have told me #either way much appreciation for the breakdown that was interesting #except for the green eyes thing. i don't remember that part

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ladylooch · 1 year

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Hi, can you please write a timo meier smut about timo and reader having rough sex after timo comes home upset that his former Halifax teammate chirped at him "i bet that you never banged a single girl in Halifax, you're so fucking ugly" (this chirp actually happened in arizona during timo's first game with the devils), so reader ends up using the safe word and can't walk the next day, so timo feels bad?

A/N: LMAO, I remember this day. Like idk about these Halifax girls buttttt this girl would be delighted to be plowed by this man. I had a couple different versions of this one, but needed it to end on a softer note to feel comfortable going this far. I also don’t fully understand safe words and the concept, so I took some creative liberties. Thanks for the request!

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ CONTENT. This is a bit edgier than I normally go. If rough sex is a trigger for you, skip this one bby. Reminder that consent and respect are sexy.

Despite his first goal as a Devil coming tonight, Timo is in a mood.

You had been out with some friends and the restaurant didn’t have a TV, so you caught highlights on the NHL app. What the NHL app didn’t show you, was the reason for your boyfriend’s mood when he touched down on the East Coast later.

The second he walked into your condo, he was furiously on edge. He smacked his keys on the counter. He aggressively rolled his suitcase into the bedroom. He came back into the kitchen, where you were eating ice cream, slamming cabinets while getting himself a glass of water.

“Can I help you?” You murmur, biting your inner lip to avoid laughing. He was funny when he was mad, as long as it wasn’t directed at you. Timo stops at the sink, palms pressing into the counter, shoulders tight with tension.

“Yeah, you can be a good girl and get in bed.”

You don’t need to be told again.

You practically run down the hallway, stripping your clothes off for him to find when he decides to follow you. You jump on one leg, taking the last strip of your panties off before diving into the bed. His heavy footsteps echo in the apartment causing excitement to twist your core, beginning to drip between your legs at what is to come. A week of him being away is too much. Way too much, and you’ve missed the relief you feel when his cock edges into you.

He appears in your bedroom, pulling his shirt over his head in one quick tug. Then, he drops his shorts and boxers at the same time, stepping out of them effortlessly as he comes towards you. His strong hands wrap around your legs and he pulls you down. The quickness has your hair fanned out vertically behind you. He crudely runs his fingers through your folds, making you jolt.

“We need some help tonight. I’m going to be rough.” His warning makes goosebumps pop out of your skin, arm hair standing on end. Yes. This is what you want too.

“Yes. Please.” You run your fingers up your body, brushing against the taut peaks of your nipples. He moves your hand away, gripping your breast and stabbing at it with his tongue. He finishes with a bite that makes your back arch. Your eyes are closed, but you feel his warmth disappear until he comes back with a bottle of lube.

“On your knees.” He demands, slapping your thigh to get you to move faster. Your eyes widen, biting your lip as he works you to the correct kneeling height. You feel the lube coat your folds, his fingers working it into every crevice for your pleasure and comfort. His rough strokes on your clit have a moan falling from your mouth.

He’s pumping into you in one quick burst that has your eyes springing open in surprise. You puff out a heavy breath as he leaves you completely then plunges deep again. His rough fingers catch on the soft skin of your ass before he spanks you hard making your skin sting. You bite your lip, trying to look at him over your shoulder as he holds your hips in place while he pounds into you.

The first bump against your cervix is met with a twinge of discomfort, but the overarching theme is still pleasure. He’s put so much lube between the two of you that his fast thrusts are suddenly feeling a little too fast. You don’t even realizing you’re holding your breath until you gasp for new air like you’re suffocating.

“You look like such a slut right now. Broken open like this for me. Taking me so fucking deep.” Desire has his voice dark and menacing. His hand comes to your hair, pulling it into a pony tail to tug the ends close to your scalp. He pulls back until you’re looking at the ceiling, neck and back crudely arched.

Something doesn’t feel right about this.

He can’t see your face, but your body stiffens which makes his next thrust painful. Your brain begins to send signals of discomfort and the next brush against your cervix is agonizing. Rough sex is nothing new between the two of you, but this was a different side of Timo that made you feel uneasy. It almost feels like punishment when he fucks you deeper even after your cry of displeasure.

“T, stop, please.” You demand, jugging your head out of his grasp. He flies out of you, removing every inch of his skin from you and holding his hands up like he’s surrendering. You feel a lump form in your throat from guilt and embarrassment.

“Baby?” He questions, keeping his hands away from you. “Tell me what to do.” You can hear his heavy breathing. You get fully onto your knees, then turn, look at his face. His bottom lip practically trembles in distress. “I’m sorry.” He says when your eyes meet. He can see he has crossed a line with you.

“It’s okay. We are okay. You stopped when I asked.” You reach back, touching his thigh so he knows it’s okay to put his hands on you again. “But I’m done for tonight.” You can already feel the ache settling between your thighs from his thrusts. “Oof.” You whine as you roll to your back. Timo stares down at you, eyebrows pulled together angrily. You can tell he is beating himself up internally. “It’s okay.” You remind him again. Because it is; you’re fine. He respected your boundaries. You feel safe. Now you just want to cuddle. “Come here.” You request. He buries his face between your bare breasts, pressing his nose into the right one at an angle so he can breathe.

Neither of you speak again, but drift off to sleep nakedly clinging to one another.

When you awaken the next morning, Timo is gone. You frown, knowing he doesn’t have practice today. Gingerly, you stand and immediately wince at the throb between your legs. You move to the bathroom, struggling to pee without discomfort. Not only are you sore, but your lack of attention to aftercare may have just given you a UTI. Fucking delightful. You grab a washcloth, running it under ice cold water and settling it against your sore skin. It helps soothe for a moment, but you know an epson salt bath is in your future. While you wait, you pull up TikTok. It isn’t long before the video from last night pops onto your screen.

You probably didn't bang a single girl in Halifax, you're so fucking ugly.

Looking at the description of the video, you see the comment was directed at your boyfriend. No way!? When you see the camera zoom in on the chirper you burst out laughing. Who does this guy think he is? He looks like he smells with his long hair and unkept beard. He’s got some audacity saying that to your man.

This actually explains a lot about last night though. Timo’s edgy behavior. His rapid fucking. His ego was a little bruised. You think it’s time to go find him. The TV is on in the living room, so you know he is still here. You try to walk as normally as you can but the movement has you pulsing between your legs and not in a good way.

“Ooo fuck.” You whine as you grip onto the counter for support as sudden pinch of pain. You look up, seeing Timo staring at you with a regretful expression. You almost wonder if his bottom lip is going to start quivering again.

“I’m so sorry.” He blurts, setting his coffee cup down and coming over to you. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I would never, ever do that on purpose. I feel awful.” He looks awful too, like a sad puppy who just go kicked.

“I know. If I thought that was intentional, I would have left last night.” You reach for his fingers, giving his hand a squeeze. You hate how he’s keeping distance, trying not to touch you out of respect. “Can I have a kiss?” You ask. He nods, leaning down to put a tender kiss on your lips. You trail your tongue out, trying to beckon him into a soft make out session. He caresses your middle back, but keeps his space. “So what happened last night at the game?”

“I feel like you know.”

“I mean I do, but I want to hear about how it lead to what happened between us.”

“It hurt my feelings.” He grumbles. “And I just wanted to not feel like that anymore. You’re always the cure for me.”

“Usually this stuff doesn’t get to you though?”

“This one felt… more personal. I don’t know. I’m also with a new team and still trying to figure everything out, so my confidence is low. It got under my skin.” He shakes his head, looking out at our living room instead of at your face. “I shouldn’t have brought it home to our bed like that.”

“Probably not. But, it was a funny chirp.” You shrug, trying to ease some of the exasperation on his face.

“No it wasn’t! I had plenty of puss-” He purses his lips, remembering who he is talking to. “I got around.” He shrugs, scratching at his scalp then shoving his hair back from his forehead.

“Which is why it’s so funny. Because it’s just not true.” You laugh, stepping forward to bury your face into his chest. “Not true now either.” He smells your hair, deflating into your body as his biceps tighten against your arms.

“Best of my life is right here though.” He murmurs.

“Yeah, I know.” You’re cocky about it, grinning up at him, watching his lips come toward yours. His eyes close, lashes fluttering together in dark wisps. “But you’re gonna have to wait a bit to have it again.”

“I understand. How can I take care of you today?” You scrunch your nose like you’re thinking, but you both know what you want.

“Mmmm, brunch with cocktails. Then we come back here to cuddle and you rub my back until I fall asleep.” He laughs, rolling his eyes at how easy it all is to be with you and make you happy. “And take a bath with me later. You have to go all out with wine and candles too.”

“Anything for you, baby.”

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Colby and Sam x ghost child reader

( this is not based on any hauntings they have gone to, more like a comfort fic ?)

(this is was not meant to ‘make fun’ of ghosts or anything like that)

(Please don’t hate crime me for this, I only made this so could comfort myself for my own trauma)

(I’m sorry but I did take inspiration from Sam and Colby video called “Our Haunted Night at Villisca Axe Murder House (SLOVED)” but taking inspiration from this I did not mean to make a joke to what happened to this poor girl, I do think this was an amazing video but if you have any sexual trauma I do not recommend this video)

(Also, I have 0 experience with writing about supernatural things sorry!)

(PS look up Potoo it’s a real bird and I love them OMG )

TW: abuse, ghosts (?), sexual assault, murder, death,

You had been the child killer by a mas murder years ago, you had died when you were 12 and had stayed 9 for the last 10 year.

Where you died had turned into a “top 10 haunted’ places to visit for people who want a good scare, honestly you hatted it, all those people sticking their noise in yours and your family death, talking about how it was tragic what had happened to you.

They always asked the same questions

“Do you remember who killed you?”

“Can you give us a sign your sill here?”

“Did you dad kill you?”

You hatted the last question the most, your dad was always so kind he would always give you lots of gifts and hugs, sometimes he went away for work for a month though, you hatted it when he went away you always missed him so much.

Sometimes they even pretended you answered, or touched there back, that annoyed you the most it was like they new you were there but didn’t care about being real about it.

They always asked what type of person your mother was too, the was an annoying question.

Because no matter how many times you said ‘mean ‘or ‘ loud ‘ into the box that lets you speak they always ask the question again. Your mother wasn’t the worst, not by a long shot but she would always been yelling at you for one reason or another, she was also cruel so would ignore you for days on end. But you still loved her, she was your mother after all.

After 5 years of people asking the same boring questions, you stopped answering as much and people stopped coming as much, it was boring, you almost missed seeing people.

People did still come around sometimes to see were the horrific murder happened, but they didn’t normally ask questions to you, sometimes you did like to pull on their shirt a little catching them of grade and scaring them a little but only if they were there a while you were still a little shy of new people.

One afternoon you saw the grounds keeper walking around making sure everything was clean enough, he normally did this whenever there would be people coming over, but no one normally comes this late is was almost getting dark. You watched and followed the grounds keeper go around the house sweeping and dusting some shelves a well as kill a big scary spider, the big spider scared you a lot it had so many legs and eyes.

The grounds keeper stopped sweeping when he heard a nock at the door, he put down the broom and walked over to the door, you didn’t want to follow him, so you stayed looking at the broom.

It was big, around the same height as you and was colourful, you have seen the broom before, but you always like to play with it when you got the chance.

You divided too slightly push the broom and watched it move a little, slightly tipping this made you very happy, you always loved whenever you could do things that affected the world around you.

You did it again but this time a little too much force and it fell over making a big noise, you jumped back in surprise and ran into the other room where the kitchen was.

pov change idk(?)

Sam and Colby were standing at the door talking with the grounds keeper when they heard something fall over and small footsteps running to the kitchen

“Oh my! Did you all hear that?” Sam questioned pointing the camera at Colby and Amanda.

“That must be one of our quieter spirits, (Your name). there is a bit shy not talking to many” the ground keeper said walking inside to the living room seeing the coloured broom knocked over

“Were you just using this?” Colby asked picking it up and putting it up right again to show the camera that it didn’t wall by accident

“Yeah, I just finished sweeping “the gate keeper said stepping back a little

“Is there any windows or drafts around here?” Amanda asked trying to open the windows or see if it was slightly open

“Nah, the windows don’t open, never have pulse we don’t have not A/C “The ground keeper sighed wanting to get on with the tore

“In this room was where most of the family fighter took place, the neighbours apparently called the police around 5 times before they stopped and moved out leaving the house across the street empty for nearly 2 years “The ground keeper said facing the camera that was painted in his direction

“So did the fights often get aggressive? Or was it more of a noise complaining?” Colby asked walking around the table

“Oh, hey would get violent and just the screaming at each other and the threats of violence was enough for the police to get called, but apparently the wife was always the first to get violent, throwing plates and glasses around and at her husband” the ground keeper said looking at Colby

“Was the little girl ever removed? “Sam stepped in

“No, she’s still here “Amanda cut in looking to the kitchen

“I saw her peek her head out, almost seeing if the coast was clear to leave the kitchen” Amanda explained pointing to the kitchen door

“Your correct, the kid was never taken out of the custody. But there was no evidence of abuse towards the child so the police said there was no way she could be placed into a safer house “the grounds keeper explained sightly shocked that Amanda said what she did

No one didn’t anything but slightly nod their head signalling that they understood him.

The grounds keeper walked into the kitchen as he began to speak again

“This kitchen is one of the most active houses in the house other than the small cubed in (your names) room and the hallway. There was blood all over the kitchen floor, the police suspect- “

“Oh my god” Sam said touching the back of his neck

“What?” Amanda asked concerned for her friend

“I just felt a bot breath on my neck, and it freaked me out sorry” Sam apologised the grounds keeper

“As I was saying, the police suspect that the murder who ever they are killed the parents and walked down starts with the bloody knife that the murder used and walked into the kitchen where he ripped all the plates and glasses done and smashed them on the floor for whatever reason he had. Then went back upstairs and killer the girl” The grounds keeper said leaving out the horrible suspicion the police had about what also happened the kid after she died.

Amanda frowned, her eyebrows knitting together not understanding why a murder would come down stairs before killing the younger child, but chose not to say anything.

( Honestly time skip bc bored and I want to get to the investigation part so for the back story, your mother was killed by someone stabbing her in the chest 15 times and taking her eyes out and your dad as killed by someone cutting his neck, you were killed by your neck being cut and your wrists, and you were undressed and put into a sexual positions )

Once the ground keeper gave Sam and Colby the keys, he left leaving Amanda and the group alone.

“Ok, so this place defiantly had more than one spirits. I feel something dark are dangerous. Now that could be the parents or possibly the murder “Amanda said walking into the small powder room that came of from the living room looking at the small sink toilet and slightly cracked mirror.

“I thought there was only supposed to be one spirit here... the parent?” Sam questioned

“The only spirit reported here was the parents, but I saw the girl, she’s shy thought, I haven’t seen her since the broom got nocked over” Amanda said closing the door to the powder room

Sam nodes his head in agreement,

“Guys!” Colby shouts from upstairs making Sam start running up the stairs

“What?!” Sam yelled half up the stairs worrying something bad happened

Once Sam reached the room the relied on it was the parents’ room

“What?” Sam asked again looking at Colby

“The window is open “Colby whispered not talking his eyes of the windows

‘I thought the grounds keeper said they couldn’t open and never could “Sam questioned

‘He did” Amanda said coming out of no wear making the boys flinch from the shock

“This is the parents, right?” Amanda asked earning a nod from Sam

Colby finally looked away and said, “I was just setting up the music box at the front of the room, we were going to start here, right?” Colby questioned

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking in the car up here” Sam said

“It’s still going to be a while until dark and I think we should do the parents room, then the living room, then the kids’ room so it will be late when we get to hers and she’ll feel more comfortable hopefully” Amanda commented

“Yeah, that sounds good” Sam said sitting on the bed and pulling out the EFM reader

“Ok, if any spirits want to communicate to us we have objects you can touch, we also give you full perdition to drain the battery from our phones if you need energy to talk to us” Colby says when they finish setting up all the cameras and lights

There is no response so Sam tries to talk

“If you are here I would greatly appreciate if you could give a clear sign by knocking the walls or touching one of our devi- “Sam stopped when he heard a loud nock on the walls

Looking at the camera with a shocked expression

“That was the cleared knock we’ve ever caught!” Colby says not believing that the camera got that

“If there is a spirit here, can you place touch one of these devises in the doorway?” Amanda asked

A few seconds latter the music box started going of and both Sam and Colby yelling in excitement

“Are you one or both of the parents of (your name)?” Colby asked

The spirit box chimed in with a

‘Possibly’

Making all the 3 of the group freak out

“That was so perfect! Oh My God! I can’t even believe! “Colby says

“No one’s going to believe that! It was to perfect!” Sam sighs rolling his eyes knowing how some people are on YouTube.

After around 40 minutes of trying to get the spirt(s) so communicate and getting nothing they divided to bring out the old estes metho, it was voted that Sam would be the receiver and they began.

Sam began putting on the make blindfold and got the headphones handed to him, already hearing the incredibly loud static noises. One he put the earphones Amanda pulled out a note book and turning to a new page.

“If there are any spirts here that want to communicate, please do so now “ Amanda said clicking her pen ready to start writing and nodding to Colby as if signalling him to start.

“Is there anyone open to speaking to us?” Colby asked

A small ‘ apparently’ can be headed from Sam’s headphones before he repeats the word

“Ok, are you the farther? “ Amanda askes

Waiting a few seconds before asking again

“Are you the father-“

“Me” Sam says cutting Amanda of making Colby gasp slightly looking at Amanda.

“Ok so your name is (your dads name) correct?” Colby askes

“You already know” Sam repeats

Colby is now smiling like a mad man now with the amazing relates they are now getting

“This is like a convocation!” Colby says to Amanda

Witch she only nods her head to

“What is a type of bird you know? “Amanda asks to make show the soon to be audience that Sam cant hear them asking the questions

“Why” Sam quested

“What is a type of bird you know? “Amanda asks again

The question is followed by a minute if complete silence with nothing to empty static to be headed

Finally Sam replies a answer

“Potoo” Sam says confused

Colby looked at Amanda to see if it was a real bird to be met with a nod

“Ok... How did you die? “Colby questioned

“Kinfe” Sam repeated slightly confused not understanding why he was repeating the strangest words

“OHMYGOD” Colby yells jumping to get the camera and show the now flashing bathroom light attached to the bedroom

“That’s turning on and off” Colby says to the camera pointing to the bathroom

“Need” Sam repeats

Amanda writes into her note book

“What do you need?” She askes trying to get more information

Colby puts the camera back as he sits down again

“Alive” Sam says

“Alive? You’re not alive your dead, how can you be alive?” Colby questions

“Power”

“Power? Is that how you can feel alive?” Amanda questioned

“Hopefully”

“So, you don’t know ye- “Amanda asks

“Pray” Sam cuts of Amanda without realizing

“Do you want us to pray? Why?” Colby askes

“No protection” Sam says confused

Colby takes his cross necklace out from under his shirt

“I am protected so are all my friends here because we have God on our side, you may not harm any of us” Colby says in a dominate manner to make the spirit realize and understand that they are untouchable

“Lie’s “Sam repeats

“No were not lying, God will protect us. And you will not harm any of us “Amanda says visualises a light bubble going over all 3 of them for protection

“Um …kill yourself” Sam mumbles not feeling comfortable with saying that to anyone

Colby is frowning

“Are a evil spirt?” Colby askes

“Take a guess” Sam repeats

Amanda turns to Colby and says “ I don’t like this and I think we should stop and move to a different room “

Colby stands up and taps Sam’s shoulder singling him to take of the headphones off where you can hear a small

“See soon “coming from the headphones

“Oh, shit that gave me full body shivers, did any of that make scenes?” Sam askes

“It made perfect sense it was like having a convocation. it was so clear!” Amanda replies

“I think we should take a small break before going into the living room and talk about what all of that could have meant, I wrote all questions we asked and what you said back” Amanda said holding up her notebook

“That sounds great, we should also get something to eat” Colby suggests

“Yes! I’m so hungry, that session took a lot out of me for some reason “

Amanda hums in agreement

(What is this ? yet another time skip. Yes )

Once they finished the living room it was around 2am and they hadn’t got much evidence in the living room other than a few words from the spirit box like ‘ evil’ , ‘ leave’ and ‘glass’,

Evonne had existed to go into the last room hoping that there was lots of activity.

Once they had set up everything, there was a music box in the door and in the closet,

The spirt box was out and set up and they all stood in the middle of the room wanting to sit on the bed

“So this was (Your names) bedroom, supposably the most haunted place in the room, but around 5 years ago it went quit and not many people have been able to contact her.

(Your name) was the last one to be killed in this crime scene...” Sam swallowed a pit that was beginning to form in his throat

Colby noticed this and took over explaining,

“When (your name) was killed they were undressed and put into a sexual position, the police suspect that the person responsible for this crime may have h-handled her… sexually” Colby breathed gesturing to the bed

“Were talking about a 9-year-old girl here, A child” Colby said sternly feeling disgusted and angry

“She’s here now” Amanda said looking down the hall

“Hi (your name) my name is Amanda and I’m a medium meaning I can see you, this is Sam and Colby there good friends, you don’t have to be shy, I’ve seen you all night quietly following us, why don’t you come in so we can talk? “ Amanda suggested

“We have this cute Boo bear for you to play with” Amanda says holding up and putting it back on the end of the bed

Amanda looked for a second before you diapered again

“I cant see her anymore” Amanda says keeping the boys in the loop.

It didn’t take long for the music box in the middle of the door frame to go of signalling someone standing there,

‘Sound ‘ The spirit box when of making Sam gasp

“Yeah! Yes that’s called a music box and it dose make sound” Sam says existed

The second music box went of the one in the closet,

It kept going to sighingly that someone was in the closet

‘off...?’ The spirit box says quietly almost questioning

“Do you want us to turn the music box of? If so, can you please turn on the flashlight near you?” Colby questions

It took a minute but the flashlight turned on making the boys and Amanda smile

“Thank you so much” Sam phrases you as he went up to move the box just enough, so it stopped picking you up in the ratter

“If your (Your name) can you please turn of-“ Amanda starts talking but stops when she noticed the light slowly turning of

“Thank you so much (You name), Do you think you can use the Spirit box to talk to us ?” Colby asked

There isn’t a response that they could hear so they asked the first question

“ (Your name) do you remember who killed you?” Amanda starts of strong

Amanda had to repeat the question one more time before you answered

‘hurt’ the box said

“Do you remember being hurt? “Sam tried

‘All time’ the box said

Colby took a shaking breath “I’m sorry that you feel hurt” He attempts to comfort you

It was quite for a bit.

They asked a couple more questions that you didn’t really answer

“Ok so (your name) doesn’t seem too happy to answer questions so we-“

‘can you say that again’ the boo bear went of

Colby gasps

“That means she said something” He whispers

“Can you say that into the spirit box? “ Amanda asked

After a few minuets after science they decided to keep talking

“Ok, so were going to start the estes method now, and I think its only far for Colby to be the receiver this time “ Sam smiles looking at Colby handing him the blind fold

After they got set up Colby sat on the floor not wanting to sit on the bed

‘Brr I’m so cold’ the Boo bear said singling a temp change

“Ok, (Your name) if you would like to communicate with us please use the spirit box and Colby will repeat it to us “ Amanda said trying to make you feel more comfortable to speak to them

‘ that tickles’ the Boo bear laughs making Sam gasp

“That means something touched its stomach”

Colby smiled as he put the blindfold and headphones on

“Hey (your name) do you like the Boo bear?” Amanda questioned

“extremely” Colby repeated

“That’s good it’s very cute isn’t it ?” Amanda smiled

“Do you remember who ki-“ Sam started

“ All the same” Colby repeated

“What is all the same? “ Amanda asked

“you” Colby said

“How are we the same?” Sam asked

“Hind”

Sam looked behind him into the pitch black hallway to see a shadow do down stairs making me shout in surprise “ Fuck!”

“What?” Amanda asked flinching from the volume of Sam’s voice

“I just, I just saw a shadow figure go downstairs after (Your name) told us to hide” Sam said standing up and putting his back to a wall rubbing his hand over his mouth

“That was the clearest one I have ever seen that freaked the fuck out “

“food” Colby says

“Food? Like are they in the kitchen ?” Amanda asked

“Are we safe now?” Sam askes

“Hopefully “Colby replies

“Ok.. Do you remember who killed you?” Sam asked

“close” Colby said

“Was it someone who was close to you?” Amanda askes

“yeah”

“Ok, were they a friend?” Sam asked

“Pray” Colby said

“Pray? Like do you want us to pray?” Amanda Asked

“No please” Same repeated

“Ok, so was it a someone who worked in a church?” Amanda asked

“positively “Colby said

“Ok… I’m sorry that happened to you” Sam said

“Is there anything we can do to help you move on?” Amanda asked

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#colby brock imagine #fanfic #x reader #comfort #abuse victim #sad #angst #sam and colby #xplr club #paranormal #ghosts

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cherry-velvet-skies · 1 year

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Feeling Two-Foot Small (Part 1)

Tiny!Paul McCartney × Tiny!Reader

Genre: Fluff with some Angsty bits

Warnings: Convos about insecurities and stuff but that's about it

Words: 3k

Summary: Takes place in the Help! movie universe (but Modern!AU I guess? Idk lol); Reader wonders what it's like to be small, gets their wish, and meets a tiny Paul along the way

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When people are asked if they wonder what it would feel like to be tiny, most of them think about the effects it would have on their life in a personal way. They rejoice at the idea of being the same size as their pet, having a small furry friend to play with. Some feel liberated at the idea of being able to get underneath all their furniture, hunting for all the loose paper clips, rubber bands, and hair ties they thought would never again see the light of day. Others might opt for a brief dive between the couch cushions to find every single stray coin that is now the size of their head.

You, on the other hand? Well, you think differently than that. You view being tiny from an outward perspective, pondering how being two or three inches high would have an effect on the world around you as opposed to you as an individual. When you shrink, do your clothes shrink with you? Or once you're small, do you lay naked inside a pile of now oversized fabric? Are those tiny skateboards you use for your fingers sturdy enough to support your weight? It would make getting around a whole lot easier. Does walking underneath the arch of a high heel shoe have the same implications as walking underneath a ladder? Would you receive some tiny alternate version of bad luck?

See, you don't think about what it is like to be small, because you already know that feeling quite well at your average height. You know what it's like to have the world tell you there isn't enough space for you, and that you must keep shrinking who you are until you fit. And sometimes, you are told to shrink so small that the only place you can fit is inside your own head. So why would you want to experience that sensation physically as well? However, it would be interesting to have your body match the way your mind has felt for a long while. In some sick, twisted way, you might feel right at home.

But alas, it is only mere speculation. Something you didn’t want to think about anyway. You preferred not to fill your brain with any more possible outcomes of unachievable situations. You already did that enough with the things actually happening in your life. You already knew how it would all play out. You would spend hours sending your mind into such a frenzy that you tired yourself out, only to forcefully push the thought away the following morning. And if you weren’t careful, the topic would somehow barge its way back into your thoughts some weeks or months later, and the cycle would start anew. So, better to cut things off at the start, despite the part of you that couldn’t help but be the least bit curious.

When you awoke the following morning, something felt off. You opened your eyes to find the blanket completely over your head, which also felt much heavier than usual. You went to move the piece of fabric off your face until you realized that what was currently placed on top of you was two separate layers. You swiftly moved the first one off, poking your head out of the end only to realize it was the shirt you had put on before bed the previous night.

Mixed in with your confusion, your brain managed to form the idea that this was a dream. Your shirt and blanket becoming a hundred times bigger overnight is not physically possible. You felt like you were swiping the large blanket off your head for minutes until the bright beams of sunlight in your room hit your face. You sat up, only to notice that you had actually stood up, not that it made much of a difference. Whether you were standing or sitting, you still could barely see over the edge of the footboard. Glancing around, you noticed your pillow behind you, which was now the size of a giant’s, and the rest of your pyjamas crumpled beneath the blanket. A sudden breeze across the room alerted you that you were currently naked. And unless you were experiencing a rather severe case of Alice-in-Wonderland Syndrome, this was most definitely a dream.

You had always heard about lucid dreaming before, but the concept always frightened you. A dream that felt like reality? That doesn’t sound very safe. The only rule of lucid dreaming you remembered was never to use any of the bathrooms you see, as it will not end well. But other than that, exploring the world like this actually seemed kind of fun.

As you went to hop out of bed, You peered down the side of the cliff that was now your mattress, thankful you didn’t lose your impulse control and critically injured yourself from the start. You figured that if you somehow did end up shrinking in your sleep, you were going to need some serious level of strategy to get around.

Dragging one of the legs of your sweatpants over to the edge of the bed, you hoisted it over, hearing the elastic at the ankle thud as it hit the wooden floor. You looked down again before grabbing onto the side of the pant leg and using it to shimmy down to the floor like a fireman’s pole. If there was going to be any time in your life that you were grateful for not having a fear of heights, that time was now. But so far, your theory of your clothing not shrinking with you had been swiftly proven.

Once on the floor, your next task was to find new clothes. Or, at the very least, some type of fabric to keep you covered. Judging by how close you were to the floor, you gathered that your new height was about three inches, just like you had imagined. By those parameters, even your socks would be too big to clothe you.

You felt like you were in a video game. Every single place you wanted to go felt like it took forever to get there. And that was when you spotted the perfect wardrobe. All these years, you knew something good would come out of your vintage Barbie doll collection. On the lower shelf of your desk, you had kept all the extra clothing your dolls weren’t wearing in a small bin. Luckily you were able to flip the lid open and start searching.

You may not have been able to see yourself in the mirror, but you felt like you looked good. One of Barbie’s rompers was big enough to look like a pantsuit on you, and one of Ken’s jackets was more than enough to keep you warm. Barbie’s winter boots weren’t exactly comfortable, considering they were nothing more than malleable plastic, but you didn’t exactly have much of a choice. In an equally small bin beside the clothes was a collection of small toys, including your finger-sized skateboard from when you were a little kid. Placing it beside you, you softly hopped on, pushing your foot and briskly gliding across your bedroom floor. As for your average-sized predictions, you had been spot on about the practicality of living a tiny life.

But now that you were properly dressed, you were most excited to try and explore the outside world. What you didn’t plan for, however, was how you were actually going to get out the door. After making your way to the exit, you groaned as the doorknob appeared to be a million miles away. You didn’t have any pets, so there was no convenient doggy door to use. Beside the door, you spied the small latch on top of the window. It was unlocked. Getting up there was going to be a pain, but it was your only logical way out.

Slinging your skateboard over your shoulder - with the convenient strap you made for it out of a pair of Barbie’s stockings - you began to climb up the curtain. The height from the window to the floor was about the same as getting up and down your bed, but getting up was definitely trickier. Once you settled on the window sill, you stuck the edge of your skateboard under the lip of the window, jumping on the other end of the board to pop it open. Granted, your decreased strength only opened it about an inch, but that was enough. You squeezed your way through the exit, and, seeing no other option, jumping down into the patch of dirt below. You didn’t injure yourself, but jumping that far didn’t feel good, especially after climbing up the curtain. This must have been what Tinkerbell felt like. Well, at least she had wings. And on top of just waking up and not eating anything, you already felt beat.

That’s right. Food. You were so preoccupied with adapting to this new way of life you had forgotten to eat. In hindsight, the fridge had been too large to get anything out of anyway. But your prayers were soon answered as you noticed that the fruits in your neighbor’s garden were ripe and ready to be picked. You were sure they wouldn’t miss just one.

Dusting yourself off and skating a few feet ahead, you gently plucked a raspberry from the bottom of one of the bushes, making sure it hadn’t been tainted by any insects that might’ve gotten there before you. You would’ve only needed one anyway, seeing as a raspberry was now a watermelon in your world and one tiny berry would feed you for quite a few hours as you skated around. It also stained your lips a lovely shade of pink. Nature’s makeup, you thought.

Your neighborhood was pretty quiet in the morning, and being able to move about completely unseen actually brought you a level of comfort. No one to have to explain your circumstances to. No stray animals to drag you like a chew toy. You kind of liked it. To your surprise, the world wasn’t so bad from this height.

Reaching the end of your street, you decided to stop and take a rest. The sky looked like rain, and that was something you needed to watch out for. At this size, a raindrop could quite possibly waterboard you if you weren’t expecting it.

Taking shelter under a small plant in another person’s garden, you looked around at the other bushes and blades of grass around you. The garden felt like a rainforest. Tiny twigs and saplings took on the roles of redwoods and sequoias, towering above you, protecting you from the elements. You truly felt like a fairy. Like the ones who wore mushroom hats and made flower crowns from dandelion stems. The only thing that seemed a tad out of place was a gum wrapper that lay not too far from you. It was the perfect size for you to use as a blanket if you wanted it, but just as you got up to have a closer look, it moved. Clearly it was already occupied.

A boy with short brown hair popped out from underneath it, securing it around his waist like a bath towel. He turned around before you could hide, both of you screaming at the sight of each other.

“How are you this small?” He blurted out, purely out of shock.

“Me? How are you this size?” You fired back, hoping he could give you some answers.

“I asked you first.” He retorted. You accepted that talking to him was certainly going to be an adventure.

“I woke up like this.” You explained. The boy seemed surprised, as if your reason was more simple than he expected. “Why, what happened to you?”

“It’s a long story.” He said sheepishly. “But one I hope is temporary. Nice clothes.” Sensing he wanted to change the subject, you lent him your jacket, which fit him perfectly.

“They’re doll clothes. I had no other choice.” You chuckled. “I can give you some if you’d like.” The boy seemed unsure, but you persisted. “I know it’s not ideal, but it beats a gum wrapper.” The boy smiled this time, agreeing to go with you. You held out your hand to lead him back to the sidewalk and helped him on your skateboard. It was very clear he had never ridden one before, as he tightly gripped your waist the second you started moving. On the way back, you let him take a berry from your neighbor’s bush as well, to which he was very grateful.

“What’s your name, by the way?” You questioned. You told him your name as you watched his shoulders relax a bit, accepting you as his companion in this bizarre adventure.

“I’m Paul.” He said, trying to hold the giant raspberry and keep his gum wrapper towel from falling off at the same time.

The endeavor of getting back into your house was something Paul was not prepared for. Honestly, you weren’t too thrilled either, but you were prepared for anything by this point. You never thought that climbing the curtain would’ve been the easiest thing you’ve done so far. You both had to get back up to the window by climbing up the twigs of the nearest bush, which strangely enough, felt like one of those wobbly rope ladders at a playground. You got the hang of it pretty quickly, but Paul, however, did not. He eventually made it up, but with several rips and tears in his gum wrapper towel, which you were just grateful didn’t fall off entirely.

The rest of the trip was pretty simple. Paul enjoyed sliding down the curtain, but he was upset that he had to leave the raspberry behind as he couldn’t hold it and climb the bush at the same time. You promised you would get him another one.

Your selection of doll clothes was plenty for Paul to choose from. He ended up keeping the jacket you were wearing. It looked better on him anyway. He also chose one of Ken’s polo shirts to match it. The only pants that fit him were a pair of Barbie’s denim shorts. What the gum wrapper towel couldn’t tell you is he had quite the shapely figure.

Once you both were settled, you tried to get whatever food you could from your kitchen. With Paul’s help, you were able to reach the bottom pantry shelf, succeeding in acquiring a package of fruit snacks and a small bag of pretzel sticks. A subpar diet as they may be, it was more than enough to get you both through the day.

“Okay,” You began, making a comfortable sitting area on your bedroom floor out of some old socks, “How did all of this happen?”

Paul began to explain his predicament, but in all honesty, he kind of lost you somewhere in the middle. He was talking about how he accidentally received a dose of shrinking serum that was actually supposed to go to his friend in order to stop him from becoming some sort of human sacrifice. Something like that. Well, at least you confirmed your suspicions that this was indeed a dream. Whoever this Paul was and how he got in your subconscious, he wasn’t making any sense whatsoever.

“But it’s temporary, right?” You asked. Paul shrugged his shoulders.

“I hope so. At least that’s what I was told from the woman who gave it to me. But then again, she says she is not always what she seems.” He stated nonchalantly. You furrowed your eyebrows. Yep. Definitely a dream.

“Well, what do you want to do in the meantime?” You suggested. Paul’s eyes widened.

“There’s not much we can do outside without us getting stepped on or drowned by rain.” He crossed his arms, a small pout appearing on his lips. “Being this small is no fun.”

“Who said we had to go outside? There’s plenty to do in here!” You debated, much to Paul’s confusion. “I’m sure I have another one of these skateboards somewhere. We can race them around the house! Plus, now that we’re tiny, we can play a mean game of hide and seek.”

Originally, your disposition had been similar to Paul’s on this whole situation. Being this size was no fun. But only if you accepted that as a fact. If you make it fun, then anything can be enjoyable.

“I suppose so.” Paul admitted. “It’s just that I’m not used to this, you know? Being so tiny and all.”

In the small amount of time you had spent with Paul, you gathered he was the type of person whose presence was regarded everywhere he went. His personality was considerably assertive, commanding attention. Though a bit boisterous at that, he was quite charming. Being the size of a toy was no doubt a blow to his ego.

“To be honest, being this small isn’t really much of a difference for me.” You confessed, eliciting a puzzled look from the boy beside you. “People don’t really notice me anyway, so I think it’s actually kind of better that I’m small enough to be out of everyone’s way.”

Paul scoffed at your statement, as if it was unfathomable for him that anyone would think such a thing about themselves. But insecurity was often just as voluminous as it was compensatory.

“So then you run the risk of being stepped on.”

“Then I move out of the way before it happens.”

“No, you tell people to stop stepping on you.” Paul’s gaze softened as he delivered his reply, a bit surprised by his own comment. Judging by the look on his face, you discerned this was his first time giving such a profound piece of advice. No matter what size you were, the key to not being overshadowed by others was not to avoid the situation entirely. It was to stop it from happening before it even began.

Without answering, you leaned forward to give Paul a hug. He tensed up at first, but quickly reciprocated your embrace, softly rubbing his hands up and down your back.

“So…” He whispered in your ear, “I’ll hide while you count?”

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I'm so glad I can post fics again! 🥰 This scene from the Help! movie is one of my favorites so I had to do something with it 🤭 This is a 2 part story so the second half will be up soon 😊

#the beatles #beatles #beatles x reader #the beatles x reader #paul mccartney #james paul mccartney #paul mccartney x reader #paul mccartney fanfiction #paul mccartney imagine #the beatles fanfiction #beatles fanfiction #paul mccartney x you #paul mccartney x y/n

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Repo Man x GN reader

Uses feminine nicknames so idk still gender neutral ig... Also implied age gap.

TW: Mention of injury, blood, gore

PLOT: You work with Nathan in collecting organs and develop a crush on him

You stood next to one of the many operating tables putting some of the organs you just cut out into a cooler while Nathan was discarding the left over body.

You glanced over at him, he lifted the body up onto his shoulders and carried it effortlessly out of the room. You couldn't deny how good looking he was. Even with the mask on just his height and way he carried himself was a major turn on.

You were still lost in thought when he walked back in. He saw you starring at him and smirked under his mask.

“You okay Sweetheart?” He asked bringing you back into reality.

“I uh..I just-” He let out a laugh at how you stuttered. He walked over and leaned against the operating table next to you. He was so much taller up close.

“Rough day?” “Just...tired” You said not making eye contact. “Makes sense, that guy did give a pretty good fight.” “Ya, even with his heart pulled out he was still bitchin.” You leaned back against the table looking down at your blood covered jacket.

“We should probably clean ourselves off.” You nodded and walked over to the clean up area trying not to slip on puddles of blood but you could catch yourself.

You fell back, hitting your head on the bloody red floor hard. Your vison went dizzy as you tried to stand up and tears started to stream down your face despite your protest. Nathan rushed over, getting down on his knees to pull you close and make sure you were okay. He could see the tears through the eyes of the mask. “Y/N are you okay?”

You didn't respond to afraid your voice would be shaky from the tears. You turned your head away trying to hide your already masked face. You tried to push him away and stand up but he stopped you. He gently picked you up bridal style causing you to wrap your hands around his neck, scarred he might drop you. “Don't worry, I wont hurt you Sweetheart.” Despite your protests he carried you over to one of the clean operating tables without even breaking a sweat.

He gently sat you down on the table and took of your mask, placing it next to you and the did the same. You turned your head away trying to hide the tears in your eyes.

He took off his latex gloves and replaced them with a pair of clean surgical gloves. “Let me see your head.” You didn't dare look up at him but turned your head so he could see where you hit it. He gently touched the back of your head trying to make it as painless as possible. “No blood. Just a bruise starting to form. No need to worry.”

He turned around and threw the gloves away and put on his latex ones again ready to continue his tasks. “I’m sorry” You said just above a whisper causing him to turn around.

“For what, you did nothing wrong?” He said empathetically. “I know but, you do everything for me and all I can do is make things harder.” You said as your voice cracked.

“Your perfect, everyone slips up once in a while its okay.” He said placing a hand on your cheek. “You did nothing wrong Sweet heart, its okay” He said as you looked up at him, sadness still in your eyes.

“Will this prove that you've don nothing wrong?” He said as he brought your face and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. You instantly tensed up but soon returned the kiss.

He soon pulled away and you rested you head on his forehead “Did that help?” “It fixed everything” You said as you wrapped your hands around his neck, enjoying the close contact.

“I wish you would have done that sooner.” You said looking him in the eye. He gave you a quick kiss “Me too Sweet heart.” You smiled.

He helped you off the operating table and handed you your mask, placing a quick kiss on your head before you put it on. “You should fall more often” He said with a smile. “Who said I need to fall for that to happen. You said giving his hand a squeeze.

“Same thing tomorrow?” “Same thing tomorrow.”

#repo the genetic opera #nathan wallace #nathan wallace x reader #repo man #musicals #repo man x oc

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hiii i'm kinda new here so i don't really know what exactly happened that tumblr bullied John green off this site. (apart from the Anne Frank museum scene) I've read some stuff here and there but idk the details :( so I'd love it if you could explain some of it?

Yeah, fer sure. There’s a couple of different angles to this situation, and there are some folks who provided more information in the notes of my other post. I absolutely might miss some stuff or misspeak and I bet there’ll be folks in the notes who will Let Me Know. I took some time to research but a lot of this is from my human memory so please be kind if I get something wrong.

So basically, at the height of the Green Brothers’ influence, they ran a number of different entities associated with their media empire. One of them, DFTBA Records, was created to sign and distribute music from YouTube based artists. It also distributed merch from various online personalities that were in this orbit. Their reach online was huge- vlogbrothers was still going on, they started VidCon, etc etc.

At the same time, the Green brothers were experiencing a bit of a backlash on tumblr. There was a very particular vocabulary that they and the people in their fandom used, and to some folks around here it felt very infantilizing and “cringey”. JG was also up to some absolutely ridiculous behavior that I don’t really think I’ve got the time to get into, but suffice it to say that he has a tremendous track record for putting his foot in his mouth outside of tumblr, too. To people who weren’t impressed by his work, he was very easy to dislike.

Cringe is a word that I absolutely agree has been weaponized against vulnerable groups such as neurodivergent people. However, I think there was another understanding of the word at the time that described adults inserting themselves into children’s spaces. The “hello, fellow kids” kind of behavior. I think that was what we were responding to, but we didn’t have the vocabulary or sitewide maturity to identify it.

So, given the culture on the site? There was absolutely some bullying going on. At the time, you could edit other people’s posts, and so the “cock monologue” wasn’t the only time John Green’s posts got vandalized. But here’s the thing- John Green was a very powerful person in this space. He’s an adult and he was interacting with some very young fans and some people, myself included, thought there should have been some firmer boundaries. He was being treated like a substitute teacher by a rowdy group of kids, and he couldn’t take the jokes. At the time, messaging and commenting features were pretty much in beta, and perceived temper tantrums from JG sometimes overlapped with outages in those features. We joked at the time that he was going all the way to tumblr hq to get them to stop the kids from cyber bullying him, but there isn’t actually proof that that’s what was happening.

So back to the YouTube musicians. For a few of them, Tom Milsom in particular, it was an open secret that they had very young girlfriends who had been former fans of theirs. Hank Green admits to being aware of these inappropriate relationships, but he brushed it off and described one girl in particular as a “cool fan who could hold her own.” There have been anecdotal accounts that during this time, the Greens warned girls away from getting close to particular people, but they did nothing to prevent this behavior. Things came to a head when a few former partners of Alex Day, a member of a Doctor Who themed band named “Chameleon Circuit” and who also released solo work on DFTBA, came out to allege that Day had coerced them into sex when they were not comfortable or ready. Initially Day denied these accusations, but later admitted that he had engaged in misconduct. This cascaded into more and more accusations, eventually totaling in nine musicians from DFTBA facing credible accusations of rape, grooming, and in one case possession of CP. Many of these survivors were former fans, and they were preyed upon by their abusers because of the poor boundaries in the culture fostered by DFTBA records and the greater Green Brothers scene. Hank green made a statement on his tumblr (John notably did Not) where he expressed surprise and grief over these accusations. The accused artists were kicked from the label and everybody stopped talking about it.

Well. Aside from when one person involved, edplant, returned to the internet. JG tweeted “welcome back” to that guy.

So remember the cyber bullying? Well somebody edited a post to make it look like John Green was rhapsodizing about liking to suck dick. JG, once again unable to interact with children normally, throws a fit. See, I’ve worked with kids before. I’ve been “bullied” by literal 12 year olds working as a teacher’s aide. And the only thing you can do is find it very, very funny that a child thinks they can hurt your feelings. That’s it! You’ve gotta roll with it. Either ignore them or laugh about it. I don’t know if it was really a kid or a teen who did it. But it was kid or teen behavior. Shortly after this, the loophole allowing users to edit other people’s posts was closed.

A lot of people remember John Green leaving the platform after that. But he actually stuck around for a while. It wasn’t until a now deactivated user made a post comparing him to a creep who sits a liiittle too close to the kids in the pool at functions. Here's the quote:

I bet John Green thinks people don't like him because he's a dork or a nerd or whatever, when in reality it's because he's a creep who panders to teenage girls so that he can amass some weird cult-like following. And it's always girls who feel misunderstood, you know, and he goes out of his way to make them feel important and desirable. Which is fucking weird. Also he has a social media presence that is equivalent to that dad of a kid in your friend group who always volunteers to 'supervise' the pool parties and scoots his lawn chair close to all the girls.

John Green took this opportunity to clarify that he, personally, has NEVER HARMED A CHILD. His response made it sound like she was accusing him of something and, because he was a much more powerful user, that was the version of the story that went around. This incident breached tumblr containment and led to a number of other YA authors making statements about how absurd the allegations were. The user who made that comment was for real cyberbullied off the platform. She recieved hateful messages and death threats from Green’s fans to the point that this site was unusable for her. Shortly after that, John Green also left tumblr.

The catalyst for my post was a TikTok made by Hank Green where he insinuates that, for no reason and in pure mean spirit, rapscallions on tumblr had ousted John Green with the infamous cock monologue. That got my blood boiling because no, that wasn’t what happened, and the kids on TikTok weren’t there to know the difference. There was a combination of people finding John Green's online persona off putting and creepy, actual sex abuse scandals in his orbit, the nonexistent boundaries between him and his young, vulnerable fans. It’s the most popular post I’ve ever made and I honestly regret posting something short and angry without corroborating information. If I’d known, I would have included some links! I have tried to be fair here but I have no respect for either of the Greens. There are a bunch of other reasons to dislike John Green- he has said some truly dumb and unkind things over the years. But ultimately he is a self important jerk who hid behind performative kindness and lukewarm progressive ideals that didn’t seem genuine in order to generate a cult of personality targeted at vulnerable, lonely kids and then he didn’t take that responsibility as seriously as he should have. And then kids got hurt.

#john green #I’m getting notes on that cursèd post again

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