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aemond: my uncle is a challenge i welcome, if he dares face meā
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#house of the dragon#look i love show aemond#but i am team black (DUH)#but that was fucking laughable šš#he really thinks heās hard as shit huh#*insert we gonna step outside step outside for what we gonna fight meme*#daemon really said āim about to beat this bitch UPā#daemon plotting evilly in the corner doing the pyramid of evil contemplation with his hands#meanwhile aemond is secretly fangirling over his uncle š#hotd#hotd meme#aemond targaryen#aemond one eye#daemon targaryen#aegon ii targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#aemond x reader#daemon x rhaenyra#aegon ii x reader
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#ohmygod#if you love me and want to fuck me you can just say it honey š#ššššššš#humans are laughable#wowwww#what a plot twist#your new bitch looks EXACTLY like me ššš#tooooooooooo fuunnyyyyy#every time you bitch about something I do you go and do it 6 months later#youāre dumb af#Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery
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with all of my heart i wish i was going to work tomorrow instead of fucking jury duty oh my godddddddddd
#UGHHHHHHHHH#my paycheck next wk is going to be so fucking laughable bc of this shit ššššššŖšŖšŖšŖšŖšŖšŖ
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The Spaniard's Wife (Carlos Sainz x wife!reader)
Inspired by @charles-eclair16 's fic
Carlos Sainz had a secret for the past 9 years, but when he forgot to take off the one thing that can reveal everything, everyone has questions
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in which Carlos let's everyone know that the rumors, in fact, are true
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N.B: didn't turn out how I wanted but I've been rewriting it multiple times and I think this is the best option, hope you like it...WARNINGS: swear words a lot, not proof read, spelling mistakes and really bad photoshop tbh, if I missed anything please let me know!
Faceclaim: Emeraude Toubia
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Carlossainz55: my wife and I have been friends for 20 years, we have been lovers for 13 of those years, engaged for 2 and married for 9. I have never been sure of much, but I am sure that I love her with my entire heart, I will always love her. I have known yn since before I could even dream of being an f1 driver, what happened in that one interview was disrespectful and just disgusting. No one has any right to speak any ill word of my wife, you don't know her and you never will, as long as she doesn't want you to. I will do everything for her, for her happiness, her comfort and for her ease of mind.
landonorris: tell yn I miss her!
Carlossainz55: leave her alone
landonorris: I'll tell her that you're rude to me
Carlossainz55: she's my wife!
landonorris: yeah yeah, you never let us forget it
username: yn been here since day 0 apparently, can't fight her now
username: YES!! CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS!
username: I want dts to make a reincarnation of their love story
username: we need a spinoff
username: yes! It'd be so cute
username: I can't imagine 16 year old carlos realising he is in love with his friend
username: she is every man's wet dream
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username: she looks so pretty wtf
username: she's looks like a doll
username: wish i looked like that at 20 years old
username: her dress is phenomenal
username: this screams money
username: 2 different cars for a wedding
username: the third slide, holy shit
username: I wouldn't be surprised if the last 2 pictures are carlos' or her house, like holy fuck
username: both scream rich
username: mum used to say rich people look it and I never gave it much thought until I saw carlos sainz and now his wife
username: did y'all see the picture that one twitter user took? Their outfits looked so fucking good
username: YES! I SAW IT! I could never afford a thread on either outfit!
username: did you guys see her hair! It looks so thick and healthy
username: fr!
username: I want a wedding like that!
username: I want a husband like that!
username: I want a wife like that!
username: I love how he is not in one single picture šš
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Carlossainz55: 10 years since i was able to call you wife, and I will never get tired of letting everyone know that. I am in love with you, forever and always.
Charles_leclerc: simp
Carlossainz55: I don't know what that means
landonorris: ikr, it's laughable man @.Charles_leclerc
Charles_leclerc: don't pretend like you're not the same with your girl @.landonorris
username: damn charles really coming for everyone's neck today
username: bet charles is the biggest simp of them
username: he really making us feel lonely as hell huh
username: 10 fucking years, Holy shit!
username: no cause if I had yn by my side I too would be in fucking love
username: don't embarrass yourself, everyone knows you're in love without her by your side
username: I didn't ask to be attacked like that wtf
#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 social media au#f1 instagram au#f1 smau#f1#carlos sainz social media au#carlos sainz smau#carlos sainz instagram edit#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz twitter au#carlos sainz x yn#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz x female reader#carlos sainz x y/n#carlos sainz#carlos sainz wife#carlos sainz x wife! reader#carlos sainz jr
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Steve Harrington x fem!Reader
Rated MA for the most long-winded poetic smut i've ever written jfc š¤¦āāļø slow burn fluff with a couple sprinkles of angst for flavor, reader uses fem pronouns and is described as having female parts, it's dirty y'all but at least they use protection
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A/N: you all know my mo by now i disappear for a year and then come back and lay down some god damned PORN. this fic is no exception to the rule. @shakespeareanwannabe requested this back in july and she literally just asked for a cute moment between steve and dustin, sorry you got 6k words more than you bargained for š but also thank you for betaing and the constant validation you're the best ily š¤
Steveās not sure how it even worked.
He can still remember the look on Robinās face when you agreed, how she was speechless for almost ten minutes because she couldnāt process what had just happened.
Steveās reaction was about the same as hers, in all honesty. Heās gotten so used to striking out that asking people out has become something of a game to him. He knows heāll get a no, and he knows Robin will laugh her ass off at him. But what can he say? He likes putting a smile on his best friendās face.
Needless to say, youāve shaken him. In the best possible way. Because your answer was three letters instead of two.
And now, he's a little bit in over his head.
Or, to be more accurate, a lot in over his head.
It seems like itās been ages since heās gone on a date, even though itās only been a few months at most. He feels lost, like heās completely unlearned everything he ever knew about girls.
He hates it, despises it with every fiber of his own being, but he also knows itās true; he needs advice. And although heāll never admit it to the little shitheadās face, thereās no one better he can think of going to than his very own protege. Who better to remind him of his own prowess than the person who learned everything they know from him?
One look at Dustinās smug little face and Steve almost regrets it. Almost.
āJust canāt stay away, can you?ā
āYeah, yeah.ā Steve rolls his eyes and gives the younger boy a little shove, camouflaging it with an affectionate pat on the back. āThis is strictly business, Henderson.ā
āOh, is it now?ā The younger boyās voice takes on a smug tone as he folds his fingers together and leans back in his chair. āWell then, why donāt you have a seat? Step into my office.ā
Steve rolls his eyes and slides into the booth, shooting a smile and a āthank youā to the kind waitress who delivers two milkshakes to their table.
Dustin takes his time and makes a meal of unwrapping his straw, feeding off of Steveās clear impatience Steveās fingers tap against the table, reminding himself that patience is necessary when you come to someone for a favor. Itās just that itās Dustin, and Dustin knows exactly how to get under the older boyās skin in the most annoying-yet-oddly-endearing fashion.
āSoā¦ā Dustin finally says after a lengthy sip of strawberry milkshake. āWhat brings you so humbly to me?ā
āIāve got a date.ā
And Dustin, the little bastardāhe laughs. A deep, rumbling belly laugh, so pure and unfiltered that the three other occupied tables in the diner pause their conversations to get a look at the boy clutching his sides.
Steveās a little embarrassed by the attention, but even more embarrassed that Dustinās reaction is so genuine. The fact that the idea of him having a date is so laughable is a bit of a punch to the gut. It hasnāt really been that long, has it?
When Dustinās laughter finally dies down he realizes Steveās face is completely serious, and it makes him giggle even more.
āWait, youāre actually serious? Who on earth did you manage to pull?ā
Steveās nearly bashful as he says your name, and even more bashful when Dustinās jaw visibly drops.
āNo fucking way. Iād believe anyone else, but her? Sheās likeā¦ hotter than Phoebe Cates. Thereās no way you wouldnāt strike out with her.ā
Steveās immediately on the defensive. Is it really so hard to believe that he, former king of Hawkins High, could pull the most gorgeous girl in town?
But thatās just it. Thereās really no one like you, not in his eyes. Heās admired you since freshman year and never once even tried with you because he knew he wasnāt worthy. You were always in the backgroundāa beautiful, kind, smart, funny girl just out of his reach. Part of the reason he even asked you out was because he was so sure he would strike out. In the end, losing his confidence was exactly what he needed to pull the girl of his dreams.
And thatās why thereās so much riding on this. Youāve always been his biggest āwhat ifā, the girl he wonders about when thinking that maybe not trying has been holding him back. And apparently, it has.
āLook, I donāt even know how it happened, okay? But she said yes, andā¦ and I really donāt want to blow it.ā
āWell duh. Youāll have to leave town if you blow it with her, you know that, right? If she doesnāt think youāre worth it, no one else in this town ever will again.ā
āThatās exactly what Iām afraid of!ā Steve groans, slouching down so far in the booth that Dustin can just barely see his poor, overwhelmed face.
āSteve, listenā¦ā Dustinās voice takes on an almost fatherly quality, an omniscient tone that gives off the illusion of great hidden knowledge. He gets like this sometimes, and Steveās not always sure that it is just an illusion. āDonāt let this go to your head, but youāre, like, one of the coolest guys I know. If she doesnāt like youā¦ thatās her problem, not yours. Okay?ā
Steve straightens in his seat, a little shocked to hear such kind words from a friend that heās used to being mercilessly teased by.
āNo, no, no, itās going to your head. I take it all back. Forget I said anything.ā Dustinās hearty giggle makes Steve smile as he sets a wad of bills on the table and slides out of the booth.
āYouāre not so bad Henderson, you know that?ā He gives the younger boyās full head of curls an affectionate ruffle. āThanks, kid. Iāll radio later.ā
Not that Steve didnāt have total faith in his young protege, but itās still a relief that the pep talk turned out to be exactly what he needed to hear. Dustinās right, after all. Steveās worked hard to become the man heās always wanted to be. He may not be dripping charisma or sex appeal the way he used to, but heās much more comfortable in his own skin. Thatās what counts, right?
And you really are his dream girl. The opportunity to take you out tonight, even if it ends up being your first and only date together, is an honor. Heās much less focused now on all the ways he could screw up, hyper-fixated on putting the effort in to make this the best night of your life.
That effort comes out in the carefully selected suit jacket he dons over his white button-up, the extra spritz of cologne, the careful touch-up shave to vanquish his five oāclock shadow, the extra ten minutes using the perfect amount of product in his hair so that it stays in place yet is still soft to the touch.
By the time he gets to Enzoās (half an hour early, mind), heās practically vibrating with nerves and anticipation. Heās never been much of an overthinker, but he sure is tonight. Is this place too much for the first date? Would you rather do something lowkey, like catch a movie or go for a walk in the park? He has to remind himself a couple of times that you agreed to this, that you wouldnāt have said yes if you werenāt interested in the arrangement.
To say heās prepared for this is putting it lightly. Heās run through every possible scenario in his mind, gone over conversation starters and questions he wants to ask you over and over again until he knows exactly how he wants to phrase each thing.
And still, nothing could prepare him for when you walk through the door.
He has to physically restrain his jaw from dropping because in the moment he sees you, every well-planned thought and all etiquette is flushed down the proverbial pipes. Youāre nothing short of breathtaking in a dress that hugs all the right curves and shows just enough cleavage to have him imagining what else there might be to see. Your hair is pinned back out of your face, eyes framed by just the slightest bit of makeup to make the color of your irises pop. He swears heās never seen a shade quite like them. Itās like you move in slow motion as you approach himāhe sees the entrance of the smoking hot love interest in every romantic comedy, complete with smoke and fireworks, as you move towards the table.
And then some sense of decorum returns to his addled brain, and he quickly shoots up so he can pull out your chair for you like a proper gentleman. He catches just the slightest whiff of your perfume, and heās a goner. Heās ready to sign his life away to you, to yank his own heart out of his chest to offer to your careful hands.
He has to give his head a shake to compose himself before he goes any further off the deep end. No oneās ever thoroughly shaken him the way you have, and itās been a matter of thirty seconds. Itās almost intimidating, the effect you have on him.
āYou lookā¦ incredible,ā he fumbles as he takes his seat across from you. āI mean, you always do, butā¦ wow.ā
The shy giggle you emit tugs at a heartstring he didnāt even know he had.
āThank you,ā you tell him with a genuine smile. āYou clean up very well yourself.ā
āI do like to put in some effort every once in a while.ā He flashes the most charming smile he can muster, and just like that heās back. His resolve to impress you is reinforced tenfold. Youāve shaken him, and itās such an unfamiliar feeling that heās practically bumbling. He wants to shake you just as badly.
The foodās delicious, and the conversationās even better. He has a track record for taking out a moreāfor lack of a better termābimbo-y type, and thatās definitely not you. Youāre smart, youāre witty, but you donāt make him feel like an idiot. Heās so taken with you that he doesnāt even notice that three hours have passed until he looks around the room and notices that every table is now empty and bussed.
The waiter delivers the check, and Steve notices you gnawing on your lip.
āWhatās on your mind?ā He asks, trying not to be too prying.
āI donāt want this to be over yet.ā
Steve smiles. Heās got you; hook, line, and sinker. Heās never been so sure of anything, and that surprises him. Heās used to dates who are easy to read and even easier to take home, and those arenāt the impressions youāve been giving him. To know that youāre feeling exactly what heās feeling is a huge confidence boost.
āI donāt either.ā
Your hand is so small compared to his. Thatās all he can think about as he strolls next to you, his fingers intertwined with yours. Heās always considered hand-holding to be childās play, itās never excited him before the way it does in this moment with you.
Itās pitch black in the park and he can hear the overlapping chirping of summer cicadas and grasshoppers, the perfect background noise now that the conversation has died down. Itās less about getting to know each other at this point and more just basking in each otherās presence, prolonging the inevitable because neither one of you can bear to call it a night when itās been such a good few hours.
Youāre shocked, to say the very least. Steve certainly has a reputation, and itās not for being a romantic. Yet everything tonight has flown in the face of all the rumors youāve been hearing since junior high. You figured heād be a fun fling, and probably only one night at thatāyouād made your peace with the idea. To find that heās kind, considerate, funny, and can match your intellect and quick witā¦ itās a very pleasant surprise. And thatās what has you out well past a decent hour, giddy over simply holding his hand like youāre a damned school girl all over again.
āI should probably let you go home,ā Steve sighs wistfully. He hates to be the one to bring it up, but youāre on your fifth lap around the park and about to circle back to where your car is parked so now seems the best time.
Youāre chewing your lip again, a thoughtful habit that makes his heart pound just a little bit harder.
Hereās the thing: youāre really not the bold type. You act confident, sure, but in practice itās a lot more difficult for you. So no oneās more surprised than you are when you say, āYou could come home with me. If you want.ā
Steveās definitely shocked, too. Less shocked at your proposition and more at the fact that heās tempted to decline. Because no matter how much heās been running through the back of his mind what you might look like under that gorgeous dress, he doesnāt want this to end there. For the first time in his life, he wants to find more meaning than sex out of a relationship. He doesnāt want to take you home and never see you again. He wants to take you out again, and again, and again, and again after that. He sees a future, for once, that doesnāt look dim and hopeless. That fact alone scares the shit out of him.
He realizes heās waited way too long to reply and fumbles for an answer. āOf course I want to. Iād be an idiot not to. Butā¦ā
You chew that cursed bottom lip of yours again, and Steve has to focus on the obvious cue youāre giving him rather than the fact that he wants to be the next set of teeth around that lip.
He stops in his tracks, gently pulling on your hand to face him so he can take your other hand in his free one. āItās not a bad but. I mean, Iām going to go home kicking myself for saying no because I really honestly do want toā¦ well, yāknow. Butā¦ I want to do this right with you. I want to take you out again. I want to get to know you and see where this goes. I canātā¦ I donāt want this to end tonight.ā
Heās eternally grateful for how dark it is as he feels a flush consume his face. He canāt remember a time heās been so honest and open, especially on a first date; but the look on your face tells him heās done something right.
āOkay,ā you tell him, squeezing his hands in yours. āYouā¦ honestly have no clue how nice it is to hear that.ā
āOf course,ā he continues, āif you just want me for my body, no hard feelings.ā
You laugh at that, genuinely laugh, and Steve thinks itās the best sound heās ever heard.
āNo,ā you reassure him. āNo, Iā¦ I wanna see where this goes, too.ā
Youāre stopped only a few paces from your car, and Steve knows with a twist of his gut that this is the end of the night. It makes his gut turn with disappointment, but also with anticipation of when heāll see you next. Already, his mind is flooding with ideas of where he can take you and what youāll do together.
You drop one of his hands so you can walk but keep a tight grip on the other until you get to your driverās side door, hesitating outside because youāre still not ready for this to be over. It takes every ounce of restraint he has not to kiss you, unsure of if that would be moving too fast.
Thankfully, you make the call yourself. Leaning up on your toes, hands against his chest for balance, you press your lips against his and he has to summon every mite of strength not to moan. No oneās ever tasted so sweet, molded against him so perfectly. His hands drift from your shoulders down your arms, coming to rest on your waist as he pulls you just a little bit closer. Itās a fight of will not to overstep, to break off the kiss before it can become too heated. His mind is spinning by the time you break away. Heās aching for more, and he hopes you are too.Ā
āGoodnight, sweetheart.ā
āGoodnight, Steve.ā
Your sweet voice replays in his mind all night, long after youāve gotten into your car and driven away, long after heās returned to his own vehicle and pulled the radio out from under the driverās seat to check in with Dustin, long after he arrives home and soaks in a cold shower for longer than he probably should. He doesnāt think heāll ever get your voice out of his head, and he couldnāt be any less upset about it.
He practically counts down the minutes until he sees you again. This time, he has a little less restraint. He greets you with a kissāa sweet peck and a hand on your waist that leaves you aching for even more.
Itās a movie this time, a chance to enjoy each otherās company on a night youāre both too tired from working to engage in heavy conversation and getting to know each other further.
It starts with sharing popcorn, then holding hands, then somewhere along the way the film is completely forgotten in favor of your lips meeting his. His breath grows heavy as his hands hold your face, committing you to memory while resisting the urge to explore further. Your hands, meanwhile, are firmly on his thighs, gripping tightly to keep yourself steady as you do everything you can to keep yourself from crawling into his lap.
He whispers your name, and your grip on him tightens.
āW-we shouldnātā¦ā he murmurs, then gives up on the futile attempt at finishing his sentence so that he can pull you even deeper into the kiss as his tongue sweeps across your bottom lip.
It takes everything in him not to moan when your lips eagerly part to accept him.
Needless to say, once the credits start rolling youāre both more than a little hot under the collar.
āLet me buy you dinner,ā Steve suggests as he woefully unwinds himself from you. Declining doesnāt even flicker through your mind as a possibility.
Itās not Enzoās this time, but it doesnāt have to be. He could set a soggy peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of you at this point and youād still thank him for it. This time around, youāre not really as interested in the cuisine as you are just simply getting through this meal to whatās next. Because whatās next is all youāve been thinking about since you walked through the doors the night of that very first date and saw Steve Harrington wearing a blazer for you. Itās a level of effort heās definitely not known forāin fact, heās built a reputation for putting in so little effort that it nearly made your jaw drop to see him trying. And it certainly made your heart skip a beat.
But then again, the Steve before you carelessly wolfing down his bacon cheeseburger seems very different from the Steve you knew in high school, even if you didnāt know that iteration as intimately as this one. That one was cool, collected, snarky and pompous and maddeningly desirable.
This Steve, your Steve, is nearly an exact foil. Much less cocky, a little less confident but more self-assured in the ways that actually hold meaning, less worried about what the people around him are observing of him than what youāre observing of him. He seems happier, more carefree, more eager to please others than simply himself. Heās grown so much in such a short amount of time, and you feel proud just for having the honor to witness it. Significantly more proud to be on the receiving end of his affections now that they hold the kind of value youāve always wished they would.
He looks up and notices you staring at him while lost in thought, a small smile spreading across his lips as your eyes quickly dart away.
āWhatās on your mind?ā He questions as he licks a stray bit of ketchup from his thumb.
āJustā¦ happy Iām here. With you.ā It brings heat to your cheeks to admit it, but you donāt want him to go unappreciated in this moment.
Itās the right thing to say, because his smile grows even wider. āIām happy too,ā he admits. āIā¦ Iāve wanted to ask you out for a while. Could never work up the courage, I guess.ā
āSteve āthe hairā Harrington was intimidated by me?ā You say it with a mock gasp, but your shock is more genuine than you give off. Never in a million years would you have thought that he, the man who could have whoever he wanted, would be worried over you saying no to him. Itās almost comical, especially considering the way you practically threw yourself at him on your first date. Of course then, you had no clue how much heād developed as a person. Youāre almost ashamed of your behavior now, as if you mightāve inadvertently been taking advantage of the new and improved Steve who isnāt just into you for a hookup.
He shrugs, nearly bashful at your teasing. āNever figured I was good enough for you. So I didnāt bother to try.ā
Youāre genuinely curious now, leaning in a little closer and brushing your fingers against his hand resting atop the diner counter. āWhat made you change your mind?ā
āHonestly? I was so sure youād say no that I asked just to give Robin a chuckle. She loves watching me get shot down.ā
That makes you frown, and heās quick to backtrack. āI wanted to! I justā¦ Iāve had a bad track record lately. And youāreā¦ youāre you. Youāre the last person I should be worthy of.ā
His eyes are quick to avert from your gaze, bottom lip tugged between his teeth as he contemplates whether heās said too much.
āSteveā¦ā you properly grab his hand now in the hopes that itāll bring his eyes back to you, and it works. āYouāre the only person Iāve deemed worthy in a long time, honestly.ā
Steve Harrington is scaldingly warm. Itās one of many sensations forcing your mind into overdrive as he lays you delicately across the backseat of his beemer, one hand cushioning the back of your head while simultaneously deepening the already heated kiss and the other balancing his weight to lean over you in the cramped space without completely crushing you.
Your fingers tangle themselves into his soft brown locks, tugging ever-so-slightly as his tongue slips between your parted lips. Heās an eager explorer and youāre more than happy to let him take the lead, to show you all the skill youāve heard so many whispers about.
You let out an involuntary moan as he wedges himself even closer to you, his body heat soaking through all the layers of clothing between the two of you and warming you all the way to your very bones.
Youāre practically aching, ready to beg, and he knows it the second you wrap your legs around his waist in an attempt to get him even closer. If thereās one thing Steve Harringtonās good at, itās assessing your needs. He pulls away just the slightest bit to adjust his position so he can get closer, wedging a knee between your legs to press right against your core, and it makes you jolt back against the car door at the same time his head hits the roof just a bit too hard.
You both pause for a moment, the reality of your situation hitting you simultaneously, and then youāre laughing. Itās light and edged with unresolved want, but itās enough to fracture the tension of the moment.
āIām sorry,ā he whispers. āShouldnāt have gotten so carried away. This isnāt how I want to do this.ā
āNo?ā
āNo. You deserve way better than this old beater,ā he chuckles, then leans down to kiss you. This kiss is lighter, no longer edged with tension and lust. He kisses you just to kiss youāthereās no end goal to it this time.
āWhat could be better than a BMW?ā You tease lightly, trying to reassure him that youāre less disappointed than you really feel.
āYou know. Something romantic. A proper bed, rose petals, maybe a few candlesā¦ā
āI donāt need all that,ā you try to tell him.
āI think I do,ā he admits. And thatās enough to pull you back, to remind you that you need to be patient and grateful that he values you so much as to want to do this whole thing properly. That his affection is something to be cherished, not taken for granted.
āIām sorry,ā you whisper. āI didnāt mean to be pushy.ā
āPlease donāt apologize.ā He hesitates to untangle himself from you, even though he knows he needs to. āI want this just as bad. I justā¦ I need it to be right.ā
āAs long as I have you, itāll be right,ā you reassure. āI hope you know that.ā
He presses his lips to yours again, a slow and passionate kiss that he hopes communicates every bit of adoration he feels for you in this moment.
āItāll be perfect. I swear,ā he vows. Youāve never believed anything more whole-heartedly than you do this promise.Ā
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āWait, youāre telling me that you literally had her under you and you stopped?ā Robinās halfway through chewing a mouthful of popcorn and the absolute carnage inside her agape mouth makes Steve give her a light shove.
āItās not polite to talk with your mouth full, yāknow.ā
āItās not polite to blue-ball either!ā She shoots back in utter disbelief.
āHow do you think I felt? I was this close,ā he holds his thumb and index finger barely millimeters apart, āto sealing the deal.ā
She just shakes her head. āYou, Steve Harrington, are a genuine, bonafide idiot.ā
Sheās not telling him anything he doesnāt know. Itās been three days since the aborted fling in the backseat of his car, and heās barely thought of anything else. Especially since youāve been away from home both of the past nights when heās called. Heās starting to worry youāve gotten the wrong impression, that heās not interested or that heās toying with you. Itās the exact opposite. He wants nothing more than to know you in the most intimate way he can know you. But he needs it to be flawless. He needs it to be well thought-out and precisely planned, the most romantic event in the history of copulation. He wonāt settle for anything less, not with you. You deserve perfection, and he wonāt give you anything less.
āItās not that I donāt want to,ā he tries to explain. āI want to more than anything. But if youāre gonna go to town on a goddess, you need to do some worshiping, yāknow? I donāt feel like Iāve done enough.ā
Your heart pounds in your chest as you hear this admission. You werenāt sure what to expectāworried that maybe visiting him at work was an overstepābut hearing him call you a goddess certainly wasnāt on your radar.
āYouāve done more than enough, Steve.ā
The sound of your voice makes Steve jump and whirl around, oblivious to Robinās sly smirk and mumbled excuse of needing to attend to something in the back room.
āH-hey!ā He squeaks, then clears his throat in an attempt to get his tone back to its normal octave. āWhatā¦ whatāre you doing here?ā
āOh, just came to pick up a tape,ā you tease. āBut mostly I came to see you.ā
āMe?ā He takes a moment to ground himself, loosening his too-tight grip on the counter. āI meanā¦ I tried to call you last night. And the night before?ā
Your brow furrows. āReally? I didnāt get your message.ā
Because he didnāt leave one. He clears his throat and says, āI just figured you were busy.ā
āOh, well, I volunteer at the animal shelter on Wednesdays, and last night was my friendās 21st birthday. Iām sorry I missed you, though.ā
He can tell that youāre really remorseful, and it makes his heart squeeze in his chest a little bit. He plays it off with a dismissive wave of his hand. āNo, itās fine, itāsā¦ are you free tonight?ā
You giggle at the abrupt redirect, but heās played directly into your hand.
āYeah, actually. I was hoping maybe you could help me pick out something for us to watch tonight? If youāre free too, that is.ā
His dark eyes blink slowly, wondering if youāre aware of the implication behind your completely innocent words. You. Him. A movie. Alone. Itās enough to make his head spin.Ā
āIāve never been freer.ā
Conveniently, youāve come in close enough to the end of his shift that by the time youāre done combing through Family Videoās vast selection for the perfect film to use as background noise, Steveās ready to clock out. And since you walked over after finishing your own shift at the local dollar store up the street, it works out perfectly that he can give you a ride straight to his place.
You only glance in the backseat once, but itās enough to get your mind churning. Remembering the feeling of him, of what couldāve been. Anticipating what will be.
āParents home?ā You ask as he pulls into his driveway and parks, trying to sound casual and utterly failing.
āNope,ā he answers easily. āTook a detour to Cabo on their way home from Hawaii.ā
āSounds glamorous. You opted out?ā
āIād rather be here in Hawkins with you than on a beach alone anyday.ā
He must know the effect his words have on you. Surely he can hear the way your heart picks up pace as he looks at you with those dark, affectionate eyes.
āSoā¦ this is home.ā He waves a hand around the entrance hall like itās a shabby nightmare, not the grandest house youāve ever been in.
āIām starting to understand why they used to call you King Steve.ā
Heās almost embarrassed at the mention of that old high school nickname. āTrust me, this isnāt why.ā
āWell, a palace does befit you,ā you tell him with a smirk.
āStop, youāre gonna make me blush.ā The wink he shoots you makes your gut erupt with butterflies, a sensation that would normally make you a little uncomfortable. With Steve, youād take the butterflies all day long.
He gives you a cursory and oversimplified tour of the ground floor before leading you upstairs, and suddenly heās sheepish. Itās been a few moons since he shared his room with a girl, so the nerves are justified. But thatās too simple an explanation. Youāre not a girl. Youāre his dream, his muse, hisāto re-quote himselfāgoddess. No one heās ever cared about more has stood where youāre standing, and it terrifies him.
He hides it well, though, busying himself with making a comfortable nest for you in his bed before setting up the television set on the dresser against the far wall. If ever there was a time to regain his confidence, itās now. He curses whatever god there is that he feels like a fumbling virgin in this moment when nothing is even happening, when just the anticipation is enough to make his hands tremble.
Thereās no more stalling once youāre comfortable and the tape is set to play. His heart pounds to the steady and frantic rhythm of one of those heavy rock songs Dustin listens to now as he sits next to you, hands itching to take a hold of you but also eager not to move too fast.
Almost as if you can sense his hesitation, you reach over and take his hand. āSteve?ā
āYeah?ā
āKiss me.ā
And so he does, and the second his lips slot to yours all the worry and anxiety is gone. Heās Steve Harrington, and he knows what heās doing. Youāre you, and heās wanted this for so long. After years of being lost, he deserves to finally find the love heās been looking for. Heās never been so sure of anything as he is, in this moment of initial clarity, that heās in love with you.
He canāt say it, not yet. Heās sure itās too soon, and the last thing he wants is to scare you off. But heās determined to prove it to you, and the only way besides words is action.
He can handle action.
Thereās no more restraint or hesitation behind his touch. This is it, this is what youāve both been waiting for. Thereās no way in hell heās not going to deliver now. Heās desperate for you, and it shows in the heavy way his hands drag along your curves whilst committing you to memory; the way his tongue languidly swipes across your bottom lip; the way he shifts effortlessly to hover over you even while deepening the kiss.
Heās overwhelming every single sense of yours in such a sudden fashion, and you wouldnāt want it any other way. Especially not when his hips meet yours in a deliciously slow grind and you finally get your first little taste of whatās to come.
He keens at the little breathless whimpers that leave your mouth, reading every single signal you provide him with and accommodating each. Moaning? He continues what heās doing, intensifying if deemed necessary. Whining? He adds something, because he knows itās hard to use your words when youāre wanting so badly. Squirming? He pays attention to the direction of your movement and pulls away or presses closer depending on necessity. Itās down to science for him; he only really cared about extracurriculars in school anyway, and this was certainly his favorite.
But then he comes to his sensesāwhile he doesnāt pull away completely, he needs to clear his mind and he does so by letting up a bit, allowing the kiss to become languid and the heat to extinguish a bit. It only makes you whine more, and Steve curses his damned formula. You shouldnāt be part of an equation. Youāre everything heās ever wanted, and every aspect of your relationship so far has been a new experience for him. He needs this particular activity to be different too. No formulas or calculations. Just you and him and whatever happens naturally.
Clearly you can hear the cogs in his mind turning. You pull away with a concerned look on your face and ask, āwhatās on your mind?ā
Nowās not the time to hide anything from you, he reasons with himself. He wants to be authentic with you, and part of that means telling the truth, even if itās not something particularly comfortable.
āIāmā¦ falling into a routine. And I donāt want to,ā he admits. He sighs and leans back, one hand dragging through his shaggy and disheveled hair, sure that heās going to ruin the mood if he carries on like this. But he refuses to back away from the truth now. āThisā¦ itās always been likeā¦. Like a series of checkpoints. Boxes to check, yāknow? Kiss you, take your clothes off, make you come, fuck you, say goodnight. And I donāt wantā¦ I canāt let it be like that with you. I need this to beā¦ real. Not just some list to cross shit off of. I donātāā
Steve takes a long, shaky breath before he can ramble on anymore. Never has someone so thoroughly gotten under his skin. Heās never felt so insecure, so unsure. Itās terrifying. The most terrifying part of it all, though, is that he likes it. He loves the feeling of the unfamiliarity, of doing this right. In a way, itās almost like heās doing all of this for the first time all over again. Youāre his first date, first kiss, first time. All because heās changed so drastically, because heās not even remotely the same person he was just a year or two ago.
Your hands are so gentle as you cup his face, tenderly forcing his eyes to meet yours.
āSteveā¦ we donāt have to do this, not if youāre not ready. I want to be with you, not just for this, but for everything. Everything that comes with youā¦ thatās what I want. Thereās no pressure. I would wait a hundred years for you to be ready so long as I could still have you.ā
Steveās breath shakes a little as he comprehends the gravity of your words. Thereās nothing he can say that can properly convey the gratitude he holds for your words, so he says nothing at all.
In his silence, you continue. āYouāre more than a body, you know that, right? Youāre funny, and kind, and smart. Yes, smart, donāt look at me like that. Youāre everything Iāve ever wanted to be close to. I justā¦ I want to spend time with you. I want to watch stupid movies and eat diner food until we get sick and laugh at your stupid jokesā¦ and maybe make love with you, sure, but thatās pretty low on the list as long as I just get to be with you.ā
He doesnāt notice the tears until itās too lateāby the time youāre wiping them from the apples of his cheeks itās far too late to take them back or hide them. With anyone else, he would be angry; at himself, for allowing himself to be so vulnerable. For allowing himself to be so emotional. With you, thoughā¦ with you, his emotions make him feel strong.Ā
For the first time since you walked into his life, heās not scared of losing you.
āI love you,ā he tells you. His voice is firm, as fierce as the kiss he presses to your mouth, as powerful as the waves of emotion vibrating through his very soul. āI love you so much.ā
He barely gives you a chance to reply, as keen as he is on physically proving his love to you through myriad passionate kisses that leave you breathless. But when you finally get the chance to use your voice after a barrage of kisses that start to trail down your neck, you whisper, āI love you too.ā
Four words, and theyāre all he needs to quell every worry or fear heās had over doing this relationship properly with you. Why should he have to worry, after all, when heās already succeeded?Ā
āI love you,ā he whispers as he trails down your neck and to your chest, leaving tender love bites on the tops of your breasts once heās properly liberated you from your shirt.
āI love you,ā he mumbles through sucking a mark a few inches north of your navel.
āI love you,ā he murmurs when his lips meet your waistband. His fingers make quick work of your pants as he scatters kisses over your stomach, unable to part his mouth from your skin for even a moment.
āI love you,ā he affirms as his mouth meets your hot and waiting core.
Thereās no more checklist. Because this isnāt simply sex, as it always has been for him in the past. This is love-making: the kind of sappy shit they talk about in all those Hallmark movies that he rolls his eyes at the sight of. Itās like losing his virginity all over again.
He understands the old adage of āthe other halfā now. Youāve ripped him to shreds and sewed him back together with strands of yourself. The end result is better than the original ever couldāve even dreamed to be. Heās sure he couldnāt possibly live without you now, that losing you would be like ripping out fresh and unhealed stitches.
Youāre not sure how long he camps out between your trembling thighs, but itās long enough for you to lose count of the number of times he pulls you apartāfirst with his languid tongue; then his long, curved fingers; then a combination of the two. Itās like he loses himself completely in your pleasure, not a single thought in his head except what he can do to bring you to the edge again, and again, and again.
Youāre trembling with oversensitivity by the time his own needs overtakes his desperation to unravel you. So out of it that you feel drunk, like Steveās laced you with absolute bliss so pure you can barely stand it.
Youāre hardly present enough to appreciate the adonis before you when he finally undoes his own jeans, and thatās a damned shame because heās so damned pretty. Long and thick, flushed at the girthy tip from his hitherto unacknowledged arousal. His lean thighs are pure muscle, and the dark thatch of hair that trails south from his navel makes your mouth water. Heās everything you dreamed heād be and so much more.
āSteveā¦ā You donāt know what else you can possibly say. All you can do is vainly hope that one whine of his name can convey all of the heat, frustration, tension, and above all longing, swirling through your head in the moment.
He breaks from his lustful reverie for a moment to smile as he leans in for another heated kiss; you think itās safe to say youāve gotten your point across.
He slows from his mania for a few moments, lips tender as they explore against yours once more. These kisses are languid, slow, yet no less heated. Even now, heās trying to prove his love to you. As if you could somehow not believe him after everything thatās happened, every small moment youāve spent with him witnessing how hard heās trying for you.
Somewhere in between kisses he manages to wrestle a condom out of his nightstand, miraculously without ever breaking from your lips.
Now is where you cut in, finally fading out of your over-pleasured fugue and back to reality. You take the little foil packet from his hands and tear it open, eager for this small chance to finally get a hand or two on him.
He lets out the most gorgeous noise youāve ever heard as you roll the rubber down his length; a deep, earthy, diaphragmatic moan just from the simple touch of your hand. You want to touch him even more, to wrest out more of those sounds from him; to see what other undiscovered responses you can pull from him as you pleasure him. But you know that now, he needs to set the pace. He believes he has something to prove, and youāre more than happy to let him prove it. There will be plenty of other opportunities to have him completely at your mercy, anyway.
Thereās no way to describe the feeling as he slides into you. Itās more than bliss, more than euphoria, more than earth-shattering toe-curling mind-altering pleasure. Itās nothing more than feeling whole. Of never knowing you were missing a part of yourself until itās suddenly returned to you. Of never knowing what home felt like until this exact moment.
Maybe itās overdramatic. Maybe itās outlandish and outrageous and a million other adjectives to feel something so overpowering and overwhelming from such a seemingly simple physical act. But in this moment, you know youāve never felt anything as right as being connected to Steve in this way.
His lips hardly leave yours while he rolls his hips against you, easily finding the perfect angle to make your breath hitch and your hands scrabble for purpose.
It admittedly doesnāt last long, but it doesnāt have to. Once you start to tighten and pulse around him, heās a gonerādeep purposeful thrusts turning to hard, arrhythmic plunges in desperate search of release.
Youāre still shaking from your high when he slowly pulls out of you. He keeps you close, arms linked around your waist and dragging you to lay on his chest as he flops back against the pillows.Ā
Youāre not sure how long you lay like that, with Steve whispering sweet nothings into your hair and pressing absentminded kisses to your face. All you can really focus on is one all-consuming, life-changing fact.
āI love you, Steve Harrington.ā
āI love you too,ā he whispers back. He kisses you again, just a simple peck on your lips, and you know that heās telling the truth. Itās an eternal truth: one that canāt be changed or altered in any way. Steve Harrington loves you with every fibre of his being, and he will for the rest of his lifeāeven if youāre both blissfully unaware of it for now.
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Celeb-Adjacent Influencers.
WTAF fever dream is going on? Seriously.
There is a collective group think rushing into histrionic personality disorder, which is an overwhelming desire to be noticed - Sarah Holden, and all the tumblrina stakeholders in the never ending š into the desperate struggle to remain relevant in a void of NADA.
The speculation, is Sam fucking Sarah casually or in a deeper relationship?
Is this where itās all at? The very clear evidence that Sam has not been linked to woman for so long has the dueling accounts grasping at the most laughable links, case in point ancient history references- Nobu girl. I mean lame and stale are understatements.
In a void of substantive evidence of a relationship ššš I canāt believe Iām using this descriptive, the asinine (her ass) cobbling together of SM online times and gym attendance are the evidence of love in a time of Hydroxyā¢ļø???!!
The facts are that while Sam was travelling in šŗšø and š¦šŗ there was no murmur of him bumping curlies with any gym blondes, or other celeb-adjacent blondes, brunettes NADA. No anon drops. No evidence collected from trawling You Tube. NADA. The š¤ŗ accounts got NADA.
Now back in š“ó §ó ¢ó ³ó £ó “ó æ crazy is š
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Stop bc the sub channie one had me on my knees š©š©š© If you could continue that one that would be great! š
usually I just leave thots as they are ā but tbh Iāve been staring at my work computer since i posted, lost in this thought sooooo
SMUT - MINORS DNI
Youāre too distracted to notice the steady creak of your bed. Felixās tongue works vigorously, careful yet quick, he makes sure every inch of inch of your cunt is tended to. It makes it hard for you to focus, eyes fluttering as your hips grind. Moaning for him, soft pleas for more. Perfect, just for youā
āand Chan, who is damn near out of the bindings. Theyāre loosening slowly. Heās so close to getting enough wiggle room; tongue poking out, his focus is up. A little to the left. More to the right. Twist, twist, twist.
Right there, right on the precipice of freedom.
āChan.ā You snap, and he quickly looks at you. His heart is hammering against his rib cage. Fuck, how much did you see? Of course you catch on right as he was about to try and pull his hand out- āEyes on me, baby. I donāt want to have to beat you in front of Felix.ā
All your statement does is make him more ambitious. Hiding his scowl to the best of his ability, he nods. āSorry, maāam.ā
Do you even hear him? Once youāve scolded him, youāre back to losing yourself. Letting one hand curl into Felixās golden locks while the other teases your nipple over your shirt. A captor of indulgence once again.
He needs to be quick. The more time spent trying to be careful, not wanting to attract attention, just puts him more at risk. So, Chan tugs harder. The frame hits the wall. Another rough pull. He feels it give more.
By the third time, youāre looking right at him again. And his left hand is free.
The grip on Felixās hair helps you pull his out of your center, the younger man grunting angrily as heaven was ripped from him. āStop.ā You say firmly, catching Chan just as he sits up on his knees. āSit.ā
Itās like your speaking to a pet. Like youāre his owner. Laughable, really ā and he does just that. āAbsolutely not. Do you really expect me to watch this?ā
āI expect you to follow my rules.ā With your foot on Felixās shoulder, you move him out of the way so you can stand. Grab the forgotten cane. āIāll give you another chance. Sit.ā
Channieās a good boy.
When he wants to be.
āTry me, baby.ā He says smugly, delighted in the way your dominance is crumbling. And it was this easy? Why hasnāt he tried this sooner? āIāve never used a cane before. Should I try it on you, or Lix first?ā
The threat should have scared the blonde man; ever the sweetheart, the people pleaser. To be given such a cruel punishment should make him like clay in Chanās hands.
However, he seems unaffected. An almost bored expression on his face. The opposite of how his friend expected ā and wanted ā him to react.
āI donāt think you will.ā
It takes him by surprise, confidence faltering slightly. Never has his friend challenged him, in any aspect, but especially not like this. Before you, was Felix. Always glad to help his friend work of his frustration, to have something he was sure to have control over.
Where did that bright eyed boy go?
āShe told you to sit.ā Felix says simply. āDonāt be dumb, hyung.ā
His tone is so cool. So matter-of-fact. Emotionless.
Thatās what makes Chan pause and consider his action. Felixās coldness, and how much he enjoys it.
Chan isnāt allowed the silk ropes. Instead you use a flimsy pair of handcuffs found in the bottom of your toy box, tightening them until he complains of pain. Laying on his stomach, his knees are placed perfectly in line with his hips, which are raised. Neither you or Felix bothered to secure his ankles ā one kick and they could easily overpower the stronger man.
Was his fleeting taste of control worth it?
Your back is against the headboard, legs open. Damp core just inches from Chanās face. If he wiggles, could he reach it? Maybe if he positions his head at the right angle, his tongue might graze it.
So close. And just out of reach.
The lube is cold. Hissing, the older man clinches, fingers flexing behind his back.
āOh, is that cold?ā Felix is condescending, using the pads of two fingers to massage the lube against his hole. āIām sorry.ā
Tears start to sparkle in his eyes, frustration and pure, feral desire ripping him to shreds from the inside out. He doesnāt want Felix to touch him ā all he wants is his cock. He wants to bend you over and rail you until all you can remember is his name ā he wants you to beat him until he canāt walk.
The contradiction makes him dizzy, whines falling from his plush lips as he rests on his cheek. Defeated.
Thereās a soft coo from you, then warm fingers are raking his curls. Nails scratching his scalp lightly, just like he likes it. How he always asks you to touch him when he needs to relax; when the control is too overwhelming.
A token. A reminder of your care for him. Even in moments like this.
āIsnāt this what you wanted, Channie?ā As you speak, Felix is lining his cock with his entrance, teasing it with the tip. āTo be touched?ā
He rolls his head, looking up at you. Itās impossible not to cry at this point. āI-I wanted to touch you.ā
Your fingers crawl from his locks, gently wiping his tears away. āOh, baby.ā
Then, he notices it. The bullet vibrator in your other hand, thumb hovering over the on button. As if timed, you click it, right as Felix roughly pushes inside Chan.
āItās a good thing youāre pretty.ā
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one last thing bc this is honestly laughable at this point i have both dnf art and dnf FANFIC started that now i wont be able to share for a long time if not even ever as they are centred around one sexual themes and two drinking like FUCK my baka stupid life šššļæ½ļæ½ļæ½ļ潚šššš
#and i was so roud of this fic i have been working on it for months. MONTHS#proud*#okay now im out o7
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Hey it's good to write to you again šlove your sense of humour it always hype mešš
I just went to Yoongi's concert, I'm telling it's magical, loud and fun. What made me even more excited is because I was traveling with my friend whom we just renewed our friendship that was broken because of misunderstandings, I introduced her to bts and as we were watching their content she suddenly said she like jikook, and in my mind I thought she is talking about them in a platonic way so when she elaborated she said she can see when people are fucking each otheršš I laughed then I showed her your blog she's been reading it saying you are very bluntšš
Anyway few day after she came and asked me if taehyung used to date Jimin or if tae has a crush on Jimin because she noticed at times tae would look at Jimin's lips and all, I said I thought the same at first. Do you think v had a crush on Jimin, Is that why Jungkook when it comes to yoongi, Rm and tae he needs to clarify that it is friendship turning down every ship moment that can be made? Because I noticed he has no problem with Jimin or jihope moments but always with the others he interrupts them.
Aahh vmin vmin vmin- the ship that could if only they would
No one knows for sure what his thing was with Jimin. It was easier to label it as a crush for kicks and giggles back then. But as grown adults that they are now its a little bit š„“
I mean sometimes the members themselves do admit some of the things they do and say is a bit fruity š¤·š¾
With Jungkook isn't it double standards for him to feel the need to go out of his way to demystify Jimin's ships while his own ships hang in the gay balance?
Minimoni are friends he says but Namjoon and I are thirsting over eachother's bodies- boys scouts honor
Yoongi and Jimin are laughable he snorts but hey what's that in between Jins legs. time to jiggle jiggle
He's made not letting Jimin's ships breath his entire personality and instead of Jimin whooping his ass as he should he's 'oh Jungkookie" melting away at him
Not to say Jm enjoys it entirely cos clearly it gets a bit too much for him sometimesš„²
This 'double standards' is something I hear most teen same sex couples complain of so I find it interesting to see these things play out between them.
And it's definitely interesting how we the fans respond to this as well. We will praise Jungkook for being territorial but let Jimin exhibit a similar territorial streak and suddenly it's he's clingy, he's an attention seeker, and he acts like he owns Jungkook.
I'll take it a notch further and analyze this in light of Tae's reaction to this territorial behavior in both of them. If Jungkook acts territorial over Jimin with Tae, Tae backs away, acts like he's gonna cry most times and only puts up a fight on few occasions but should JM try to be territorial over Jungkook, Tae would square up with him more often than notš„“
Then there's Namjoon who used to back down and show some respect for the Maknae's feelings- and then suddenly doesn't care anymore. He legit said,
I digress.
Sigh. Am I the only one missing Jin? Where's that one Taejin shipper please send me Taejin gifsšššš
Tae can be intense and he's able to connect to people and things on a very deep emotional almost spiritual level. When he was young he used to desire this same level of intensity from the people around him often leading to him coming across as not having emotional boundaries. I don't know much about him personally, but I can deduce from certain things he says and does that he used to get this thrown in his face a lot.
This lack of emotional boundaries is what is often misconstrued as a crush by some of us.
But I think he just wants to hold hands on the pier with Jimin and discuss their deep deep affections for one another while the sun gradually set over the water
It doesn't make them gay- may be lesbians for sure but not gayš
And while Jimin equally wants a friendship like that and so reciprocate with Tae- he better not try that shit on Jungkook.
You're gonna caress Jungkook's hands in the dime light, over soft music, while whispering to him how much emotionally attached you are to him- better be prepared to have his children while you're at it
So to answer your question, I think Jungkook knows the difference between what's an unconventional quirky friendship and what's blatantly Gay.
And most of the time when he's reacting to these scenarios he's simply expressing his discomfort with the latter.
The day Jungkook goes cross eyed on Vmin is the day you know for sure those two are crossing some serious boundaries Friends shouldn't cross. Other than that I don't think he minds- nor should he.
The only reason he should be worried at all would be if Jimin is emotionally bonding with Tae and not JK. As it stands, that's not the case.
Minimoni are not Vmin. They are not the quirky unconventional same sex friends that Vmin are. So yea, if they start touching up on eachother and if Namjoon- NAMJOON- KIM NAMJOON- starts flirting and flashing dimples at Jimin he has every reason to be worried. I TOO WILL BE UNCOMFORTABLE AND I'M NOT EVEN DATING JIMIN.
THIS KIM NAMJOON????
Smart intelligent successful TALL KIM NAMJOON?
Look, Jungkook is even better than me. I wouldn't let my girlfriend be friends with a KIM NAMJOON. Are you kidding?! I would follow them everywhere and put surveillance on them. Reinforce social distancing rules. 5 ft apart always and never alone in one room.
You think ill let my girlfriend be friends with an Rm, Yoongi, Jk you're mad. And then they'll just tell you casually, hey babe i'm gonna hang out at Rm's place- eh? Excuse me?! PARDON!
Hanging out doing what exactly cos I know yall be not talking about your feelings with them. PRAY TELL WHAT EXACTLY YALL BE HANGING OUT FOR?
I mean I'm not threatened by Yoongi per se but Agust D? Child no. No. No no no no no. NO.
Personally I don't think Jimin is in any way romantically interested in anyone in BTS other than Jk. I will fight him on this if he denies itš¤§
But doesn't mean certain people in the band don't- sexually excite him beside JK. He's a rather healthy young adventurous spirited gentleman - with raging fiery hormones JK tries to keep under control
*Insert JK screaming I DO NOT APPROVE OF THIS LEVEL OF HOTTNESSš¤£
If your boyfriend had sexy sultry eyes and a Jawline that looks straight out of a hentai anime imagining you would want to police him around too.
And look, Daddy is not wood.
Sticks and stones may break his bones but dare I say, tall chiseled 8 inch biggo excites himš
I suppose curvy wide hips big booty breastina does it for him tooššššš
I think he finds Namjoon and Jk's physique ideal and attractive as men. And if he's dating Jk then I see how that would be a problem for Jk.
For Suga, I think it's more of how Suga treats Jimin. He treats JM like someone would treat someone they loved. Jimin admires Suga a lot. For his intellect, for his passion- JM has a tattoo of Suga's words on his body. Let that sink in and then put yourself in JK's shoes.
Jimin may be evasive but when he admires someone he praises them a lot. He praises their physique ifm he finds that ideal or attractive or intellect if he admires their ingenuity. He keeps praising and admiring JK. He keeps admiring Namjoon for more than his physique- come to think of it he's shown considerable admiration for Suga, RM and Jk more so than the others.
The only time I've seen him admire V in any way sus is when he said Tae has a huge shlong. I suppose that's enough reason for anyone to Stan Vš If I hadn't seen it myself I would have said my man's exaggerating but that thing is humongousšššš
Moving on from V's shlong,
Between V and Jimin I frankly don't recall who influenced who. We know Jimin today to be the most emotionally vulnerable one who's able to connect emotionally with others but if memory serves me right, that used to be Vš¤
He's the one most of the members felt emotionally honest with and comfortable with and the one they seem to suggest helped them gain confidence to be themselves emotionally.
I don't know. Sometimes I feel JM and V are the same person. Different sides of the same coin. Their soul mate shtick makes sense to me.
Talking of soulmates, I find it interesting Tae Talking about twin flames in his new song May be. He said he would release it in 10yrs but I'm itching to hear the whole thing NOW. A. It's a really deep good song. The lyrics are fire, the genre is on point
You told me you are my twin flame, Our colors shimmer the same, when the world is cold in the winter, we'll melt each other away.
I have to praise him for the emotional depth most of his sings have- it's everything I desire in a song. A song that speaks to the human condition and evoke such strong emotions and is very soulful. Bravo mate.
But isn't it interesting how he's switched from soulmate to twin flames and yet still evoke the same imageries of the moon the way he's done when writing songs inspired by Jimin?
Not only is his dick massive his voice is massive tooš
Sorry what was your question?
Ah, JK interrupting JMs ships.
I don't know what to tell ya. He's a haterš¤£š¤£š¤£š¤£
You should watch him finding all the excuses in the world as to why JM shouldn't collaborate with the members on a song but somehow had no objection when JM said he'd make a song with himšššš
You know when he was younger and he was asked whom he would entrust his sister to out of the group he chose himself? He couldn't chose anyone even when most of them chose Jiminļæ½ļæ½
That was his sister. Now imagine his partner š¤£
There's no over analyzing this. I think it's just his personality. And he's been consistent with it. Remember the Perilla leaf debate?
Personally I think some members deliberately avoided answering the question- or answered it the way they did bcos of Jungkook šššššššš¤£š¤£š¤£š¤£
When Tae said let's take turns I knew Jk was gonna throw a bomb and Jimin was gonna stutter šššš
And of course Namjoon and Suga will say they don't care- of course š
Cos if they did care then Jungkook would be vindicated won't heš¤£
Ahhh Jimin- JM and his tiny, but why should it even matter if you're eating how would you even notice these things š„ŗš„ŗš„ŗš„ŗ
Boy's been traumatized straddling the line between the hyungs and the Maknae trying to explain to JK relax we are not flirting, relax he grabbed my balls don't mean I'm cheating. Meanwhile all JK seeing is them walking down the aisle in rainbow suitsš¤§
If everything we've been screaming on ship street wasn't making things clear, it's obvious from this clip alone the diverse views on boundaries that exist in the group.
It's clear, as I've been saying, JK has boundaries. Boundaries some members think is childish and ridiculous and so do not respect or adhere to which used to be a major cause of tensions within the group.
And for Tae to point out in support of Jungkook that sharing a chopstick or whatever those Perilla leaves were meant to signify was a sign of crossing boundaries should answer my question about him backing down when JK instills boundaries over JM with him but not so much when JM tries to instill boundaries with him.
It's double standard on Jms part and Tae is not the one. Do unto Jk what you want done unto you. If you think JK is childish for trying to instil boundaries with your friends what gives you the right to instill boundaries over JKs friends? Gotta love him. He's a no nonsense sort of person.
Now, we also understand why Namjoon stopped respecting JK's boundaries. It goes both ways.
When I tell you BTS has more drama and is better than the Kardashians whewš¤
Jungkook was the most gaslit member of the group. They constantly made him out to be this unreasonable possessive dude who couldn't keep his relationship a secret. Personally, I don't think a person's boundaries have to be negotiable. It's not something you negotiate on with them. And ridiculing them and calling their boundaries unreasonable and childish speaks to your own inability to take no for an answer which is generally toxic.
It's a good thing JM made his emancipation proclamation himself cos JKV and I were gonna have to break him free from the mold.
Okay bye I'm gonna watch it and akeke to myself again
Oh wait, your friend. I should say something nice- ho ho ho ho ha ha ha ha may the force be with youš
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So let me state the obvious (and repeat what everyone else also wrote) : this chapter was fucking perfection, as is the whole fic and, quite frankly, as you are Alli š«¶ thank you for giving us this amazing things and showing up day after day to read our thoughts and answer our questions and just be there for us š„¹ this makes this whole experience just so freaking amazing and the anticipation for each chapter both kill me and make me so excited.
Iāve reread the whole fic several times already but after last chapter, the urge I get to go reread it again is almost laughable.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart (and also not thank you š) for taking over my life with this story, with your perfect writing, and with this amazing safe place that is your tumblr now.
I love the little notifications that tell me youāve answered a question everyday - I canāt resist the urge to read them instantly almost everytime, and even when I donāt have time to read them right away, you have to idea how happy it makes me !
And finally, know that Iām all in for the whole Alli-verse (may I call it that? š) : whenever you post a new story idea I get so excited and thatās my cue to let the idea roam and live free in my head š
So yeah, this whole rent just to say thank you, and let you know what a wonderful gift you have š I would love to be able to support you more for what youāre giving us !! š«¶
Thank you thank you thank you š©·š©·
Like I really canāt say it enough that this fic has grown into what it is because of all of you, and I appreciate you all showing up here to give it (and me) so much love and support
lol you can absolutely call it the Alli-verse if you want to. I hope to actually write some of those other ideas and post them once sitq is finished, and I love that youāre all excited about them!
So much love to you all š«¶š»š«¶š»š«¶š»
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Hey there! Your characterisation of maggot mommy is just š¤š© I was wondering how she would react to us showing her actual affection that we initiated š
(Bri'ishĀ accent unlocked) Good day to you, anon!
LAJSLASDLALSNJFALSF thank youuuuu!! š„°šš„°Ā š š„°šĀ š„°Ā
Yall donĀ“t realize how fucking happy it makes me to see this fandom flourish and come to life and come together over one feral, unhinged demon!Momma whoĀ“s literally the walking dead and whoĀ“s got us in a chokehold but not one thatĀ“d seriously harm you hell no but just enough for you to feel it and feel the raw power thatĀ“s Momma and donĀ“t you see it was meant to be? now and forever because nobody else can give you what she can and, while your countless efforts to save your toys are quite laughable to her, she canĀ“t help but secretly adore you for your antics - her silly little Drama Queen - and did you really think that boy stood even the slightest of chances after he dared to lay his slimy fingers on you, tried to claim you even though youĀ“ve already been claimed all day every day and thereĀ“s only one place for you and that place is by her side and under her and above her and in her and all around her and you reek of her so really-
That boy was asking to be strung up by his intestines.
And youĀ“re MommaĀ“s good girl, arenĀ“t you? Staying faithfully by her side (itĀ“s called trauma) as she rips and slices and claws and bites her way through flesh and muscle and sinew until all thatĀ“s left of that scum are bits and pieces which are now proudly hanging over the doorway like a mistletoeĀ and they oddly remind you of pulled pork and youĀ“d actually kill for having some right about now and-
Did someone mention a mistletoe?
Maggot MommaĀ“s breathing quite heavily indeed and thereĀ“s actually a bit of drool dangling, still on a high, still energized and almost buzzing from putting on a show for you, from wanting to impress you and show you just how devoted she is to you by getting rid of that vermin which tried to molest you and look at you - eyes unfocused and breathing quite heavily yourself because clearly you approve of her display of strength, of showing whoĀ“s at the top of the food chain - an apex predator, an alpha-
ItĀ“s making a beeline for you, sporting the craziest eyes youĀ“ve seen on it yet, clawed hands still coated in blood and thereĀ“s bits of him still sticking to them and you think youĀ“re gonna puke and he was innocent, trying to help you and coming back for you when you nearly kicked him down those collapsed stairs because you knew how this would end for him otherwise, almost shouting at him because stupid so stupid do you wish to die you idiot?! and there was no time to even blink before-
Maggot Momma is mesmerized, in a trance because look at you and sheĀ“s on you now, bloody smile so wide itĀ“s a wonder her face doesnĀ“t tear and hands coming up to rake through your hair - pushing you back against the door and right under pulled pork, blood dropping down on you - and her eyes canĀ“t seem to decide whether they want to look into your soul or-
ItĀ“s eyes keep straying down and if you didnĀ“t know any better youĀ“d say itĀ“s actually about to hold on wha-
Faces inches apart, breathing as one, and Maggot Momma simply canĀ“t resist any longer, driven by this urge - this need - to surge down and claim whatĀ“s yet to be claimed but-
Or has it?
But I DIGRESS.
Because weĀ“re here for some honest, actual affection that a certain someone initiated, arenĀ“t we?
And yknow, I feel like itĀ“s not so much about how a certain someone would go about it because any kind of touch given willingly and without struggle (for once) would do...things to Momma.
At first sheĀ“d look like a confused gremlin I reckon because itĀ“s something sheĀ“s just not used to and sheĀ“s never had a problem with that either because the concept of actual affection and real human interaction is completely foreign to her and having you struggle against her, swat at her and almost hiss at her absolutely gets her going lemme tell ya.
But yeah, the first reaction weĀ“d get would probs be a mix of what is that and gimme more like-
(But yknow, you best be very careful now because once MommaĀ“s had a taste of that sheĀ“s gonna be just as insatiable as she is with everything else.)
Like, thereĀ“s this look on her face that could pass as wonder and awe and her deceased brain seems to have become...more deceased? ItĀ“s just shut off for a moment, ceased to function, rebooting and thatĀ“s actually fucking terrifying to look at and youĀ“d take It screeching and hollering over...this any day because itĀ“s just...staring at you, looking like a mannequin about to come to life and murder you.
And itĀ“s like somethingĀ“s clicked and, suddenly, thereĀ“s more than blood, guts and gore galore and yes, this is perfection youĀ“re perfection close so close! and that rotten brain has made a new connection somehow and Maggot Momma might not completely grasp the whole concept yet but what she definitely does understand is how good it feels and how she wants to feel it again and again and again and again and-
And thereĀ“s that drool again, half-lidded eyes becoming quite unfocused, head starting to tilt to the side like MommaĀ“s struggling to keep it up and almost purring now-
But as per usual with Maggot Momma, nothing stays sane for long. So, sooner rather than later things will escalate and decent into utter madness and insanity yet again and youĀ“ll literally fear for your life when all Momma wants is for you to stroke and rub her real good.
But as IĀ“ve mentioned before, itĀ“s not so much about how a certain someone goes about it and more about why theyĀ“re doing it. WhatĀ“s the intention behind that affectionate touch? WhatĀ“s encouraged them to overcome their very instincts telling them to run run run and actually touch It (which scares the living crap outta them) in an affectionate way?
Was it out of genuine affection? Or was there something else happening thatĀ“s triggered this sort of reaction?
What do you think?
Thanks a lot for your sweet words and your ask. š„°š„°
#evil dead rise#ellie evil dead rise#maggot mommy#deadites#alyssa sutherland#evil dead rise...but gayer
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ok so this is obviously on different levels but i remember in your review for tsitp you mentioned how belly and conrad wanna make some kind of ābigā impact of off these moments of silence and just staring at each other, and how it falles flag bc they donāt have chemistry.
And even though itās a completely different project and theme with like, arguably the greatest actor of all time starring in it, i did notice that a lot of phantom thread relied on scenes like them just staring at each other and not saying anything, and overall the idea of passion through an understated display, and i wondered what your take on it was? did it work for you in the movie? i felt like daniel day lewis was giving more than the girl but i also think thatās what itās supposed to be like?
and sorry for comparing this in any way to belly and conrad lol, itās very ridiculous as i write it but as i was watching the movie i kept thinking of that post you made š
Haha, no need to apologize, I get making the connection and do things like that myself a lot.
It's interesting that you use the word passion because I find Phantom Thread to be quite dispassionate, but I also find that with any of the PTA films I watch, there's an inherent distance, but what also makes Phantom Thread interesting I suppose is that the reveal is that they love each other while we spend the movie watching them try to control one another so that contextualizes the stares they have.
Like, if I'm watching Conrad and Belly, or a relationship like them, it's supposed to be cosmic and weighty and intense
it's supposed to be things unsaid, it's supposed to be history, it's supposed unfulfilled desire or desire deferred, it's supposed to be longing, it's supposed to be pining and aching and angst and heartbreak
which is why I was like, you need Ryissa this shit
you need to Bangel this shit
hell, you need to Ness this shit
even fucking Jackson and Lydia do this better because Lydia is in the emotion and Jackson isn't a wall
I should feel season 2 Chair angst watching you two
It's supposed to be urgent and palpable and heart-stopping and frustrating, like even if he's supposed to be stoic or playing things close to the chest, he should look raw
and if she's going to be drunk and messy and in her feels and spilling shit, then go there
and have them feed off each other but you need a specific kind of chemistry for all of this and for someone who has grown up on 90s and 00s and 2010s dramas,
Belly and Conrad were laughable.
And then with Phantom Thread, watching them stare at each other is more like an exercise, is watching how control shifts in their relationship, considering a major theme in this movie is control and power dynamics so the stares are posing questions: is she simply a muse that he will use and discard? Is she an object? Is it love? Will she succumb to his rules? Will she be suffocated by them? Who has the control in this moment, in this scene?
and that worked for me because I thought they executed that well. I don't think I was supposed to watch them and see passion simmering between them in those moments, I think the first time they meet, we're supposed to see that flirty, awkward kind of chemistry and when they're horrible to Barbara we're supposed to see how giddy they are together but I find that the passion is mostly directed outward, in food
in Alma's indignation over Barbara 'mistreating' Reynolds' work, in her literally poisoning him,
as opposed to their stares, which is a chess match.
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As someone who comes from London and barley ever watched the BAFTAās before Austin was there and nominated i can say that iāve never heard of newish American actors winning a BAFTA against some of the other people that were nominated. (Especially if theyāre British) but austin winning it speaks volumes because yeah, they hardly ever give it to the new actors, let alone American ones.
Jacob is a flop and can only play one character, a guy who screams at a camera, makes you uncomfortable, and abuses people lmao. Wtf is Sofia yapping about him having āElvisā Charismaā oh shut the fuck up. He literally has no other credentials of good movies heās been in. I mean come on, Austin has literally been in a Quentin Tarantino movie with fucking Brad Pitt, Leonardo DiCaprio and Margot Robbie and was literally unrecognisable.
Heās been in a Baz Luhrmann movie, with Tom Hanks, who only praised him to the high heavens. Is staring in Dune pt2 by literally Denis Villeneuve, alongside Zendaya (who Jacob Elordi cheated on like a freak) Timothee Chalamet and Florence Pugh, not to mention he was referenced by Timothee as terrifying and not like himself at all.
The Bikeriders literally has Tom Hardy and Jodie Cormer in it and people are literally comparing Austin to James Dean, and praising the movie. Tom Hanks cared so much about Austin that he gave him the role in Masters of the Air and that speaks volumes too.
Starred in Broadway with Denzel Washington for gods sake and he liked him so much he called Baz to put a good word in for him.
He won a BAFTA, Golden Globe, AACTA, peopleās choice award, Satellite award, another AACTA award so many others and was nominated for a Oscar.
Yet..Jacobs only awards were from 5 years ago in 2018 when he won Top ten breakout stars award and STARmeter Award for breakout star, keep in mind this was before Euphoria when his ābreakoutā movies were fucking kissing booth.
Keep fucking dreaming Elordi, because youāll never be Austin, you also lost your girl to him too! Iām calling he took the role partly to make a subtle fuck you to Kaia and Austin but itās not even intimidating, itās laughable that he thinks heās someone In Hollywood.
(Sorry for the rant and if i mistyped anythingš)
LMFAOOO PERIOD. I didnāt even know who he was before this. But Iāve always known Austin. š
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āWill Smith hasn't done anything spontaneous in public for 20 years! šā. Will Smith is useless. Nobody was referring to him. Look on the other side of Jared. Like I said, you see what you want to see but miss what is actually there.
Yeah on the other side of JL is Viola Davis who, again, disliked his ass immensely. š
No doubt because she is AN ACTUAL ACTRESS who takes her job seriously without needing laughable gimmicks to get the fucking job done. š¤·š¼āāļø
If you want to see some masterful acting, may I recommend "How To Get Away With Murder" on Netflix. š
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Team Black and their fantasy of a happy family...they cannot assume that even if Rhaenyra had reigned, her eldest sons would not have inherited the throne. Speaking of the book, her two sons with Daemon were legitimate, and practically any man in Westeros would prefer his own sons on the throne that his wife's BASTARD children, this word offends them too much, there are characters in this saga who are bastards and I love them and I do not deny their origin by trying to justify that they are not using purely modern assumptions like adoption. Daemon was a medieval man, with his daughter as consort, his name does not last on the throne (in the book there is nothing mentioned that there would be a change of name, which makes sense since if the Velaryons endured so much humiliation it is because at least their name, and through their granddaughters their blood, would end up on the Iron Throne and Driftmark), there would be a change of dynasty, however with his son on the throne his legacy would endure, this man waited years to have a son of his own as well as mentioned in the book and he was not going to let three false velaryon keep the throne that he had always coveted...It is very obvious, they immediately accuse you of bastardphobia and misogyny but the truth is that we are analyzing a work where society was misogynist and hated bastards, they have to be very stupid to judge people and their thoughts on today's society because they analyze a work in its context. If the dance had not taken place, the conflict would have been between Rhaenyra's children, since she made their positions as bastards even more vulnerable when she had legitimate Targaryen sons, I do not know if there would be war or if Daemon would kill them first. Many say that would never happen because Rhaenyra would make Syrax kill Daemon...they give too much credit to her intelligence, plus we are talking about a lady who did not kill Alicent after saying that her children were just bastard blood...Literally this lady would not even consider that it was Daemon and would deceive herself about it (she was too similar to her father Viserys in many ways) But well, you will always get team blanks and their four usual insults because they analyze this work as if the characters were part of the woke culture of the 21st century, they fix everything with Daemon girldad and Baela, his favorite would be queen, but the truth is that even though he had two daughters, this man still wanted a son, he was not a feminist and if he supported Rhaenyra's claim it was because HE was interested.
You are absolutely correct on every point.
Rhaenyra have Syrax kill Daemon ššš that is laughably out of character.
Iāve said for a while now, had Aegon not taken the throne, it wouldnāt have stopped the Dance from happening. It would have only delayed it for a generation. Funny thing is, that ends up making Rhaenyra the bad guy instead of a āgirl bossā. Fuck I hate that term. Iām a woman, not a girl, and my gender has no bearing on if I can be a boss or not.
Anywhore, had Aegon not ascended, him and his brothers would, at best, be sent to the wall. Considering Daemon doesnāt design some āaccidentā to befall the strong boys during her reign, Jace would be next in line. Except his status as a bastard means he cannot inherit. Itās not like Rhaenyra can easily just legitimize him once she ascends either. Not after all the time she spent insisting they were trueborn.
Daemon isnāt going to let a bastard come between his blood and the throne. He is a patient man, and that makes him dangerous. He is insidious. He has time to make things happen. If Rhaenyra dies before he can eliminate all her illegitimate sons, there will either be a massacre or the dance would have just been delayed a generation.
āDaemon wouldnāt do that!ā Bet? We watched him choke his wife because he was jealous Viserys never told him the super special prophecy. We have seen what he does when someone is in the way of something he wants, a la divorce rock. He murdered his first wife just so he could marry someone else. No particular woman in mind, either seeing as he only took an interest in Laena at Rhaenyraās wedding. Just killed Rhea so he had an opportunity to marry someone else to possibly strengthen his claim. If he is willing to do that just for a chance to get a little closer to the throne, imagine what he will do when he is in the home stretch and getting his blood on the throne is within reach.
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petty ass opinion post, iām not enforcing this on anyone, just using my blog as a blog and writing down my thoughts :)))))))))
light would NOT call L ādetectiveā as a pet name. thatās so fucking laughable, are you KIDDING me??? THATāS SO OUT OF THE CHARACTER. WHAT AHAHAHAhahaaaaaa
i meanā¦ i guess if youāre into ~fluffy uwu~ lawlight thatād be a thing, but even thenā¦ thatās just TOO goddamn sappy for lightās taste. letās be so fucking serious rn.
why are yāall making him talk like a shoujo protag ššššššššššššš
#lizzie screams#iām VERY much like a shoujo protag BUT THATāS BECAUSE IāM NOT A FUCKING SERIAL KILLER AHAKSJAKSNAKJSJDJS#<- wow. that sure is a sentence š lol
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