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the girl in eddie's favourite porno mag looks real familiar...

over 4k words (i couldn't help it i'm sorry), best friends to lovers, dirty talk, joking about non consensual touching (it's a single line and absolutely a joke), lots of pet names, weed use obvi, eddie's been jerking it to a pic of someone who looks like reader so if that's an issue don't read, no use of y/n. reader’s hair reaches her shoulders. also unprotected sex (even these two idiots know that’s a bad idea)

no vol two spoilers here!

a/n: i'm so horny for eddie munson i just needed to write this. i'm still working on multiple bridgerton one shots so don't worry, i've not neglected them, eddie is just my fave rn

you quite literally could not believe your eyes.

you had really seen some shit these last few years. visiting your friend robin at work one afternoon had pulled you into an absolute mess of russians and alternate dimensions and kids with psychic powers and numbers for names. if anyone had told you two years ago that steve ‘the hair’ harrington would be dropping you at school most mornings, that your closest friends would be a group of fifteen year olds, that you would be best pals with eddie fucking munson? you’d never believe them. but this was truly the most unbelievable thing you’d ever seen.

you don’t know why. it was unmistakable. uncanny, really. laid out, literally bare in front of you.

the girl in the centrefold of eddie munson’s most dog-eared, crinkle-paged, unnervingly sticky porno mag looked just like you.

you knew snooping in his room was wrong, but you had no idea there were still secrets between the two of you anymore. you’d been joined at the hip since steve had introduced you the year before, and you weren’t really looking through his stuff, you just wanted to find his stash so you could roll you guys something for when he got back from his shower. but then your fingers had closed around something glossy under his bed and you just had to know what was in it. you weren’t expecting anything like this, maybe just some softcore shit you could tease him about for a couple weeks, but the magazine had opened on its own to its apparently most viewed page, and your jaw had dropped with it.

you couldn’t see all of her, just from the lips down to the knees. she was led down, mouth spread in a wide grin, lacy white underwear adorning her hips. her breasts were exposed, nipples pebbled to the seemingly cold air, and she was trailing her hands up her stomach teasingly. her knees were bent to the side in a look-but-can’t-touch sort of gesture. it was almost tasteful compared to the open mouths and hairy bushes of the other photos. and she literally looked just like you. the hair falling over her shoulder was the exact shade as yours, and even her breasts seemed to be the same size. her skin could’ve been matched to yours at a make up counter, and the shape of her hips and thighs was so reminiscent you would’ve believed they were yours had you not known otherwise.

so why the fuck was eddie looking at this photo? there were a couple of possibilities to be pondered. first, it was a second hand magazine. as gross as that thought was, the person who handed it to him might not have even known you. it was also possible that eddie had never thought of what you might look like under your clothes, which whilst a little deflating (god knows you’d thought about what he looked like under his) was a definite possibility. and then there was the alternative, which was that eddie had realised she looked like you and jacked off anyway, which meant…

you didn’t have time to think about it, though, because eddie was making his way noisily back to his room. quickly, you threw the magazine under his pillow and led back on it, rearranging your skirt and pretending to pick at your nails just as he threw the door open. he was still wet and, you were glad to see, completely shirtless. he leant an arm against his doorframe, the very top of his boxers peaking out from under his tight jeans in a way that had your mouth watering just a little bit. you couldn’t deny that eddie was attractive, and more than once you’d woken up in a cold sweat after having certain dreams about him. but he’d never given any indication that your feelings were reciprocated. sure, he flirted with you, and he loved being close to you, slinging an arm over your shoulder in queues and having a hand on your thigh when he drove. but that was just how he was. with everyone.

‘wanna smoke something, babe?’ he winked, and with a roll of your eyes he came and sat next to you, dragging his lunchbox out. of course. he kept it in his underwear drawer.

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‘baby, i’m tellin’ you, the lord of the rings is a fucking epic!’ eddie cried out, joint in one hand and the other waving wildly through the air as he tried to prove his point. you plucked it from his fingers, allowing yourself to indulge in the way they brushed yours for a second.

‘dude, i don’t disagree, but i’m saying it’s not long enough for all the lore! like, come the fuck on, it’s two hours long for like, seven books! that’s at least four movies,’ you argued your own back, laughing at how eddie rolled his eyes. ‘some of us can read, munson, and those books are fuckin’ long.’ you smiled at him sarcastically, squealing as his hands reached out to tickle your waist. his body rolled halfway onto yours, pulling the blunt from your hand and taking one final hit before stubbing it out on his bedside table. long fingers clasped around yours, dragging both hands above your head to tickle your arms and you were laughing and from under your head… an unmistakable sound of paper rustling.

you froze instantly, and you knew eddie had heard it. your eyes shot open, and you could feel blood spreading up your chest and neck and across your face.

‘sweetheart…’ eddie looked into your eyes, and in that awful second, you knew exactly what was about to happen. slowly, carefully, with both of your hands still trapped in one of his above your head and his pelvis pressed into your left hip, he reached under his pillow and came out with the magazine. folded open on the centrefold. you were frozen under him, horrified and in shock and vaguely aware of the fact that your skirt had been rucked up to your mid-thigh by eddie’s leg and your underwear was dangerously close to being exposed. no time for that now, though. not when eddie had caught you going through his stuff and he was going to kick you out or call you a weirdo or, oh god-

‘i see you found my dirty little secret, babe. what’d’ya think?’

your head shot up. he asked you like he was asking about the weather, so casual and restrained. not the voice of a man who’d just caught his best friend rifling through his porn collection. your words came out trembling, made worse by the fact that he still had a hold of your wrists.

‘i didn’t mean to, i was looking for your weed.’

eddie scoffed, looking down into your face once again. his pupils had blown out, a mix of the high and something else, and his eyes looked black.

‘you sure baby? because you seem nervous. i think you saw something you like.’ his voice was still teasing, but there was something darker lurking there. you swallowed harshly, and he abruptly let go of your wrists, sitting up.

‘was it this one? perv.’ he joked, unfolding the picture to show her in her entirety. even from this angle, she was just like you, and you gulped again.

‘it was open on that one when i found it,’ you murmured, and for a split second eddie looked… embarrassed? the tips of his ears were flushing a bright red under his hair. you took this as an opportunity to sit up under him, and now he was half straddling your left thigh as he sat on his knees. you fiddled with the edge of your skirt, thinking about how he’d called you a perv. perv! after you’d found outthat he had been staring at a picture of you - well, not you, but, you know - naked! and before you knew it, the words were tumbling from your lips and you tried to stop them, you really did but-

‘she looks an awful lot like me, eddie.’

his face, which had been hidden behind his curtain of long hair as he played with the ragged corners of the magazine, shot up, and his eyes met yours once more. this time he seemed even more embarrassed, if possible. his cheeks were bright red, eyes open in shock, and he was gnawing painfully on his lower lip, a habit you’d noticed he kept when he was nervous. he opened his mouth to respond but you had already started now, and the words were falling from your lips like vomit.

‘i mean, you can’t see her face, but that’s what i look like when i’m- well, not exactly like that but her boobs are just like mine and… not that you think about my boobs or anything or you’ve even seen them to know what they look like but it’s actually a bit creepy how alike we look.’ your hands flew to cover your mouth, and you were wide-eyed. ‘not that you’re creepy! god no, i mean, i’m flattered, really, but…’ you shut up then, not because you had realised that you were rambling like robin but because there was a hand on the back of your neck and one on your waist and eddie’s lips were on yours.

they were chapped and slightly raw from him chewing on them, but so soft and his tongue was minty as he eased it into you. he was breathing heavily, and a subdued moan worked it’s way into your mouth when you gripped his bare shoulders and tugged him into you. you had no idea what this meant, mind reeling as he pulled you closer so you were now straddling his thigh, both of you sat up on your knees. the hand that spread over your waist splayed across the expanse of your back, travelling lower until it met the crease between your ass and thigh. his long fingers pinched at the skin there, pulling a whimper from you as you rolled your hips against his leg in response. his own bucked up against you, the denim seam of his jeans rubbing against your soft inner thigh and making you gasp. you pulled away ever so slightly to meet eddie’s eyes, and he tried to chase your lips, letting out a whine.

then he was dragging his lips down your neck to where it met your shoulder, working at the skin with his teeth and chuckling as you whimpered.

‘eds!’

‘yes, babe?’

his voice came from under your line of sight, muffled against your reddening neck, and you craned it to try and get a glimpse of his face. instead, you saw him pull away, smiling proudly at the mark that he had most definitely left with his mouth. cockily, he dragged his eyes up to yours.

‘the girl in the magazine-‘

‘would you believe me if i told you i bought it because she looks like you?’ he looked almost bashful asking you, a total contrast to a moment ago, and you couldn’t help the way your jaw dropped.

‘i know i’ve never seen you naked, but some of these skirts you wear leave very little to the imagination, and you were wearing a white shirt when we jumped into lover’s lake that time. worst place to pop a boner.’ he chuckled as you hit his arm lightly. he was right though; you’d dived in after steve without hesitation, and eddie had had to lend you his jean jacket for your ‘modesty’.

‘i’m sorry, baby, i thought i’d been makin’ it clear how i felt about you.’ his voice had dropped to a murmur as his eyes explored your face, lingering on the way your lips had swollen with his kiss. without thinking, he reached up to cup your cheek, and he wanted the way your eyelashes fluttered closed imprinted on the inside of his brain forever.

‘thought you were just playin’ with me, eds.’ you gulped as he ran his thumb over your lower lip, tugging on it gently. his forehead creased, eyebrows pulled together in a frown.

‘never playing with you, baby. i wouldn’t fuck with your feelings like that,’ his nose nudged against yours as he pulled you into another searing but short kiss, ringed fingers clutching your chin so that he could commandeer the exchange. he angled your face delightfully, leaning you back so you had to arch your chest against his to follow him.

‘wish you’d made it clearer,’ you gasped when his left hand clutched your ass, pulling your crotch towards his own, ‘could’ve been doing this since that night at the lake.’

a laugh rumbled in his chest, fingers stretching back to grasp the back of your head.

‘wanted you a lot longer than that night, babe. i’ve had that mag since i was sixteen.’ you giggled at this, pulling back to stare at him in disbelief.

‘is that right, munson?’ you arched an eyebrow at him. he held a hand up as if in defense, leaving the other firmly attached to your ass.

‘you said it was flattering! would it make you feel better if i said it’s not just because i think you’re hot?’ he asked, sounding sincere. ‘i’ve wanted you a long time, gorgeous, not just to fuck you. i wanna make you mine, y’know? that’s why i’m always callin’ you baby, and touchin’ you up a little-‘

‘i fucking knew it wasn’t an accident when you grabbed my tit last week!’

‘i didn’t grab it, i brushed it. and anyway, i meant how i’m always draggin’ you closer, tryna keep you under my arm, especially when you wear sexy shit like this.’ he reached down to rub the hem of your short black skirt between a thumb and finger. you had noticed the effect that you had on him when you wore certain items of clothing; long socks, denim shorts, band shirts. you always thought it was because he was just a man - god knows you’d caught harrington staring a couple times. but with eddie, you now knew it was different for you both. if you were honest with yourself, it had been building up to this moment for months. and you knew what you had to do.

‘look, eds, i’m gonna be honest with you. i really want that shit too. i want to get milkshakes in town, i wanna drive in the van with you, i wanna go see shitty bands in shitty bars outta town. but…’ you grabbed his hand and pushed it up your thigh, revelling in the way he groaned when his fingertips made contact with the damp fabric at the apex of your thighs. ‘right now, i really need you to do somethin’ about this.’

suddenly, you were on your back again. the movement made your tummy flip, butterflies erupting when eddie kissed you again. before, he’d been gentle; probing and exploring. this time, the kiss was tongues and teeth, and his hips were rutting against your thigh, pushing your skirt up to expose your underwear.

‘you’re fuckin’ kidding,’ eddie moaned out when he saw that you were wearing white. it wasn’t on purpose, but it was almost identical to the photo, and for a moment eddie munson thought he had died and gone to heaven. you made a move to pull your panties down your legs, but you swore you heard him growl before his hand flew out to stop them.

‘baby, i’m gonna need you to keep these on. turn over for me.’

you did as he said, flipping over so you were face down in his pillow, propped up on your elbows. behind you, you could feel eddie’s eyes burning into you. you could imagine how

you probably looked right now; skirt flipped up, legs spread for eddie to kneel between them, wet spot between your legs as ringed fingers rubbed over your cheeks. two of them plunged between your legs suddenly, rubbing quickly over where you wanted him most, and you mewled and bucked your hips back towards him. a big hand pushed against your lower back, forcing you back down.

’shh, baby, i’m gettin’ there. just busy looking, you’ll have to wait a minute.’

his voice was hard but you knew he wanted it as much as you did, and you were proven right when, not a minute later, two long fingers pushed under the fabric and straight into your heat.

you couldn’t help the moan that slipped past your lips, hips keening back against his hand again as he searched for the spot that would make you scream. fingers crooked, eddie started stroking up against you, wrapping the other hand around your waist. he yanked you up so your back was pressed against his chest, and the change in angle led him right to what he was looking for.

‘fuck, eddie!’ you cried out, and you could feel his hard cock twitching against your ass through his jeans.

‘is that it baby? right there?’ he asked through gritted teeth, and the hand wrapped around your waist pushed its way down your skirt and into your underwear to rub at your clit. both hands were almost too much, and you would’ve been embarrassed at how quickly he had you working for release did it not feel so good. eddie was so caught up in making you cum that he didn’t even realise you had let go of his arm until your hand was wrapped around his dick, and he choked on a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

‘sweetheart, fuck, i can’t concentrate if you do that,’ he moaned out, clutching onto you even tighter than he had been before. you laughed breathily around a moan, hips grinding down on eddie’s fingers to speed up your impending orgasm.

‘sorta the idea, babe.’ eddie was nosing at your neck, pressing kisses to the back of your ear, and your words just made him work that little bit harder to get you there.

‘god, i really wanna fuck you right now.’

‘so do it.’

he stopped still and you turned around to look at him for the first time since he’d started touching you. he looked fucked out already; his lips were spit soaked and swollen, his chest was heaving and his eyes were wide open, drinking the image of you down.

‘fuck, babe, d’you really mean it? you don’t have to, i’m probably gonna have to beat off after this anyway.’

instead of answering, you reached down, stripping off your shirt and shimmying your skirt down your legs, leaving you sat in just your white underwear, pulled to one side. eddie’s knees almost buckled under him, and he grabbed your face to pull you into another kiss. the angle was awkward, you turning over your left shoulder, but it meant you could just about reach his bare cock and rub it through your wet folds. he jumped away like he’d been shocked, eyes pulled like a magnet down to where your bodies threatened to connect.

‘you’re not wearing a fucking bra either. you’re going to be the death of me one of these days,’ he moaned, and you had to stifle a laugh.

‘would it help if i said i never wear a bra around you?’

‘i oughtta put you over my knee and spank you, you dirty girl.’

‘promises, promises, munson. you gonna fuck me now or not?’

he chuckled darkly, swatting your ass cheek with a wink before leaning into his bedside drawer, sighing heavily when he opened it.

‘baby, i’m really sorry, but i’ve got no johnnies.’ eddie rested his chin on your shoulder, nipping at the skin there with his teeth. you leant back into his touch, swallowing heavily.

‘i never did this before,’ you said, and you could almost feel his ears perk up. ‘but i’m on the pill, so as long as you pull out…’

if he died now, he’d be dying a happy man, he was sure of it.

‘fuckin’ hell, babe, you sure?’ he grunted, teeth grazing your ear. ‘i needa hear you say it, sweetheart. tell eddie you want him to fuck you bareback.’ you supposed he was trying to be funny, but it sent a shiver down your spine that he didn’t miss.

‘does it turn you on when i talk to you like that, baby?’ he crooned, and you could just about babble out a ‘shit, yes!’

‘then tell me you want me to put it in,’ he teased, rubbing his cock through your folds and bumping your clit in a way that made your eyes roll back in your head.

‘eddie, i swear to fuckin’ god, put it in or i’ll just get myself off.’

‘as tempting as that is to watch, sweetheart,’ he muttered, squeezing your hip, ‘i think i’ll stick to this.’ and with that, he pushed himself in.

he wasn’t going to put it all in at once; he was gonna spread you nice and slow, fuck it in and out slowly. he knew he was bigger than most girls were used to, and he was gonna use all his self control to make this as easy as possible for you. but as soon as he put the first inch in you were squirming, begging for more and sucking him in like a fucking vacuum and trying to sit down on it. not to mention how wet you were; he’d never known anything like it. so when you leant back and grabbed his arm and looked at him with those beautiful puppy dog eyes and pouty lips and begged ‘baby, please, just fuck me?’

well, he was a goner.

you were so turned on you barely even registered the pain of the stretch, but you knew from the way eddie was repeatedly bumping your g spot that he was bigger than anyone you’d ever had before. and he knew how to use it. he was holding it deep, fucking you in slow, grinding thrusts. every part of your body was touching a part of his, as if you were one person, moving together in perfect synchronicity to get you both there. eddie had never been in anyone bare before, and he was starting to feel like he’d never want to use a condom again; he could feel every part of you, and it was bringing him closer and closer to his release with every passing second.

‘eddie, i think i’m gonna cum already,’ you half slurred, half moaned, and he kissed your shoulder, increasing the tempo of his hips. suddenly, you felt the knot break and your orgasm washed over you in a crescendo, and you cried out eddie’s name as he fucked you through it. he was using his hands to guide your hips against his, all while whispering in your ear; ‘so good for me, babe, so fuckin’ good, gonna make me cum aren’t you sweetheart? such a beautiful girl, so naughty just for me, ’s that right?’ you were nodding along with his words, fingers clutching onto him tightly and so wrapped up in the moment that when he stilled his hips and gasped ‘oh fuck, babe, ‘m gonna cum, you need to get off,’ you just couldn’t bring yourself to stop rocking against him. your head was leant back against his shoulder, and you could hear him muttering frantically as he tried to hold onto his orgasm and push you off.

‘eddie, babe?’

‘sweetheart, please, i’m gonna cum, you need to-‘

‘calm down,’ you turned your head, kissing down his neck and stroking his hair gently, ‘just cum in me.’ you felt his thighs still under yours, then tremble as a rush of warmth filled you up. you wished you could bottle up the way eddie moaned into your ear, the way he pushed right up into you and filled you up to the brim, the way he sighed as you kissed his cheek when he finished.

‘babe, that was really hot, but fuck, we really shouldn’t have done that,’ he murmured, pulling out and feeling terrible at the way you whined.

‘’m on the pill, we’re good,’ you whispered, eyelids drooping as you climbed into eddie’s bed, completely naked.

‘shouldn’t you go, like, pee or?’ eddie asked, combing long fingers through your knotty hair, and you noticed he had, at least, pulled his boxers back on.

‘shhh, sleep time. i’ll do that later. we can get a plan b too, if you’re worried.’ you yawned, and eddie’s heart soared when you made grabby hands up at him. ‘now come get in bed, i need a cuddle.’

‘yes, ma’am.’

‘don’t make it fuckin’ weird, munson.’

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msbyomimi · 8 months

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visiting your doting husband at work

Osamu Miya x fem!reader

wc: 1565 words

contains sexual content (oral m! receiving) MDNI

“Ohhhh baby slow down” A moan ripping from his throat as his head tilted back, sweat gathering along his forehead lightly from the strain of holding back. “Hah…mmmm…you’re gonna hurt yourself pretty” his voice straining and thick with desire that had a wetness pooling in your lacy panties.

The same lacy panties and matching bralette you decided to show up wearing to surprise your husband with at work.

He was swamped handling a lunch crowd. As you entered the doors of Onigiri Miya, the soft bell jingling to indicate your arrival, his head whipped around to see you. A beaming smile spread contagiously across his handsome face, his hair tucked messily under his black cap, eyes gleaming with eagerness to see you. “Angel! Ya stop by to get some food?”

You swiftly go up to the bar area and plop down in your usual seat. Your casual clothes made you look so organized and simply enjoying your day off. However that couldn’t be further from the truth as underneath the clothes lay your husband's favorite lingerie pair. The pair he bought for your first anniversary, practically pleading with you to put it on since “ya’d look so gorgeous in that shade of pink” and “I’ve been dreamin’ of ya wearing’ this for months”.

The man himself, dressed in his tight black shirt that hugged his biceps just right, black Onigiri Miya hat atop his head, looked down at you from behind the counter.

“Hi baby, I was just bored at the apartment and wanted to see you. I didn’t mean to interrupt you during lunch rush. I’ll wait till it slows down to talk with you~”

A lovesick smile spread across your face as you looked at your husband. Who simply stared back at you with the most awestruck expression. “Angel-“ he started to whisper, voice dripping with a promise of spoiling you for hours before being cut off by one of the patrons at the restaurant.

“Excuse me sir, could I order some food to go?”

Osamu swallowed thickly, pulling himself together and turning to the man asking him a question. “O’course! What’d ya like to try?” Slipping easily back into the role of simply running his establishment. What he’s been doing with practiced effort and devotion for the past 2 years.

Customers came and went as the time flew by. Osamu ran around helping take care of everything, not being able to stand still for hardly a couple moments. Until finally, as the last person left through the door, he sighed heavily, taking off his cap and wiping across his forehead from the hard work. He stalked over to the door and flipped the sign to Closed. Indicating that another day’s wrapped up and that he would be able to focus his attention back to you.

“Sorry about that darlin’. It was so busy” he muttered, walking back towards the counter, stopping right in front of you and trapping you in your seat by placing his arms on either side of you. Your back pressed against the lip of the countertop, eyes peering up at him softly, licking your suddenly dry lips.

“Wasn’t as bad a rush today seeing your pretty face there the whole time. Couldn’t help taking glances at ya gorgeous.” He whispered hurriedly, leaning in towards your chest, eyes lidded and gazing down at you. His muscular frame was a hair away from pressing against you, the two of you locked in a sizzling gaze that expressed just how much you missed one another.

“Samu…” the desperate call of his name tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop it. His name a helplessly plea you sent him, begging him to understand what you mean, what you need from that one single word alone.

A deep chuckle reverberated against his chest, a lazy smile spreading across his face. His brown eyes glowing with the promise of a good night together.

“I got ya baby~ I’ll take good care of ya”.

His deep voice uttered the words as he slowly leaned in, trapping you against his chest and the counter, leaving no place to run. His soft lips getting dangerously close to your own, before stopping. Confused, you let out a soft whine of frustration, opening your eyes only to see him staring down at you, ravenous.

“Tell me what ya want baby~ I’ll do anything ya just gotta tell me”.

That cheeky bastard, he knows what you want. A pout and glare were sent his way holding no malice whatsoever. He let out a laugh at your expression, hand coming up and cupping your face gently. His thumb tenderly caressed across the skin of your cheek.

“Don’t give me that~ Please love? I wanna hear ya say it.”

Your eyes peered into his own sensual gaze that was transfixed on your lips. Teasingly, you slowly took your tongue and wet your bottom lip, teeth sinking into it purposefully. Casting an innocent gaze towards Osamu who looked just about ready to cave and take all his desires for himself. A soft groan escaped his lips at your teasing and his voice dripped with desperation as he raggedly spoke “Please say it, need to hear you say what you want”.

Finally giving him the satisfaction, you spoke softly looking deep into his eyes “Kiss me~ I want you Osamu, need all of you so bad.”

A relieved sigh left his lips hurriedly as he pulled you in for a searing kiss. Messily slotting his lips against yours, swallowing all your moans as he licked your mouth tasting you desperately. “Mmmf. So good baby” He pulled away suddenly, not being able to keep up with the rush of his desires. He reached behind you, lifting you by your ass suddenly. Causing a yelp to leave you as you scrambled to wrap your legs around his torso, letting him take you wherever he wanted.

He kissed you rushed and full of soft mewls and wet lip smacking until you ended up in his office. He sat you down on his desk and locked the door behind him. There was no one else there but it could never hurt to be safe.

“Angel can ya suck me off please?” His voice left him with a pathetic whimper at the end. He was so desperate to see you in front of him on your knees, looking so damn adorable while pleasing him.

Your body moved on its own down to the be kneeling in front of Osamu. Taking off your top to reveal the bralette you had originally planned to surprise him with this whole time.

A loud moan ripped through his chest as he soaked in the sight before him. You with your honey sweet gaze looking up at him from the floor, face right in front of the tent in his pants. Your gorgeous tits pressed appetizingly together by the soft baby pink bralette he bought you.

“Oh fuck! Angel oh!” His body almost crumbled as his knees buckled. He held himself up thanks to his desk behind him. “I love ya. Oooo I love ya so much” the words tumbled past his lips in between heavy pants in a wave of emotions. Lust and devotion swirling, mixing together to create a heady cocktail he could never get enough of.

Sensing your husband's patience thinning you got to work quickly. Your greedy hands made quick work in removing his belt and pants. Shucking them down his legs leaving him in his boxers, hard dick restricted against the fabric. A wet spot of pre-cum showing up through the gray material.

“Is this all for me Samu?~” You teasingly spoke, words drowned in teasing lust for the man panting above you. He’d pulled up his black t-shirt, teeth biting into the fabric to muffle his loud noises. Leaving you with a view of his glistening abs and pecs. Until he couldn’t resist and ripped off the t-shirt, chest panting, and eyes wide looking down at your flushed face.

“Mmf!~ hah hah course it’s for ya, no one else could make my body go this crazy-Oh fuck!”

A loud groan slipped past his lips as you took your sly tongue and licked across the bulge in his boxers. Eyes peering up at him to witness his beautiful reactive face. His hands were gripping onto the desk so tightly now it would have hurt if not for the adrenaline rushing through his veins.

“Wanna taste you Samu~” you purred out, fingers tracing along the taunt skin at the elastic band of his boxers.

“Go ahead baby, taste me. I’m yours”

Hearing those words you finally brought down his boxers, allowing his hard cock to bounce up, thick veins coating it, and a drop of pre-cum dribbling down the side of it. He was twitching and desperate to feel you in any way he could. A loud sigh of relief left his throat as your tongue licked a burning swipe up the side of his dick.

“Angel please- ahhh Oooo just like that~ your mouth feels so damn good baby fuck”

The sounds leaving his lips were downright sinful. Nothing but a panting mess so drunk off of pleasure to say anything remotely sensible. You suckled sloppily on the head of his cock, bringing it eagerly into your mouth and moaning at the salty taste of his pre.

Judging from the blissed out look he cast down at you, your husband loved your little surprise today. The two of you were in for a long night together, where Samu will show you just how much he appreciates your surprise. He does need to return the favor after all.

might eventually make a part two to this, we shall see <33 hope ya enjoy

#osamu miya #osamu miya smut #hq osamu #hq osamu miya #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyu smut #~smor writes sometimes~#god Im sorry for the end but ya know I could always do a part 2 #its 3am plz Im tired lol

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probably-writing-x · 1 year

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Summer Heat - Chapter One

Summary: Rafe had met his match when he met you. Both completely opposite and all too similar - the Kook and the Pogue who worked for his father; the hot headed boy and the girl who never backed down. And as summer rolls around on the island, tensions run high amongst the hottest enemies that OBX has ever seen.

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Cursing, some (ish) sexual references, mentions of losing a parent

Author's Note: Omgggg I’m so excited to start this series !! I already have sooo many ideas for it. Please let me know what you think of the first chapter I want to hear alll of your opinions !! Much much much love to all of you, angels x

Rafe had grown up getting everything he wanted. As much as he was reluctant to admit it at times, he knew he had always been fed from the silver spoon. He could have half of the island wrapped around his little finger if he really wanted to. Everybody knew it. From his friends that were more like followers, to his girls that were more like groupies, to his family that were more like business partners. All of it was more and more a part of the personality that made the infamous Rafe Cameron.

You, having grown up in The Cut, were one of the many people that worked for him and his family. You'd taken the job working on the boat, you and John B both working together. It was mundane but it covered your share of the bills and kept your older sister off of your back. Since your father had passed away a few years ago, it was really just you and her left. That's how you'd become such good friends with John B - you'd been through the same shitty few years on the shitty side of the island you called home. And there was something comforting about going through it with someone that knew how it all felt. Working together was just another part of that - a way to make a crap life a little less bad.

Though, it was safe to say dealing with Rafe's input was one of the worst parts of your job - he was always on your case about every part of the work. He would pick you up on the slightest things, tell his father if you were even a few minutes late, made sure to give you enough jobs to last the day. It hadn't taken you long to start arguing back with him, defending yourself when he expected you to stay silent. And, though people might think he was the most hot headed a person could get, it seemed he had met his match in you.

"Oi!" John B shouts from the other side of the deck, "Are you going to help or what?"

You roll your eyes at him and stand up from where you'd been enjoying the sun from the deck. It was a scorching day on the island, the sun beating down relentlessly - even worse on the dock of the yacht that seemed to be allergic to any type of shade;

"Ward's not meant to be home for another hour, which means we have at least half an hour before we even need to start."

"Right, but if you grow up and do it now, we can slack off later," He points out, wiping the sweat from his brow.

The two of you were like siblings to each other - him the mature and logical one that liked to keep the peace, and you the unhinged argumentative one that seemed set on disturbing the peace.

"Touché," You walk over to where he's stood over the pile of used scuba gear, a hose in one hand to start cleaning it all with freshwater.

You pick up the other hose and spray it a couple of times to test it out. Watching it splash down the deck and trail towards the drainage, not paying attention to it bounce off in the other direction to spray over John B.

"Do you mind?" He raises his eyebrows at you, shaking off the water from his arm.

"I'm sorry I almost drowned you," You roll your eyes at him, spraying the hose another time in his direction.

"Really? You want to start that?" John B laughs, dropping the buoyancy jacket from his hands to turn his attention to you.

He sprays in your direction and it splashes down the front of your crop top, forcing a squeal from your lips.

"Oh you are dead!" You return, splashing him back so that it soaks his hair down to his head.

He goes at you again and soaks your outfit completely, water dripping down your shoulders and down your arms.

John B laughs and shakes his hair out, raising his hands in defeat, "Okay okay stop, I'm done."

He pulls a hand over his face and your hands down either side of your hair to slick it away from your face, welcoming the cool it brings you against the blazing heat.

"Good to see we pay you for some quality work here!" An all too infamous voice calls out from the other end of the boat.

You look up to see Rafe coming towards you, his skin sun-kissed in the heat. He crosses over the ramp from the wooden dock and onto the deck, long strides drawing him closer to you. There's a white linen shirt hanging on either side of his torso, exposing the dips of his abs and the way they seem more prominent with his tan. No. Ignore it. This is Rafe, it didn't matter what body came with that.

"We?" You scoff, "I'm not so sure you're responsible in the slightest for paying us. But go ahead, run along and tell Daddy if you need to."

He clenches his jaw but doesn't say anything for just a second, "I could get you fired with a click of my fingers, so watch your tone."

John B looks at you with warning in his eyes when he can tell you're on the verge of snapping back at Rafe. You struggled to hide your feelings at the best of times, but it seemed all the more impossible when it came to this boy.

You'd known of him when you were little, the two of you meeting when your father used to work the restaurant at the club. As a little boy, Rafe was a lot more tolerable than he was now - though you were sure that he didn't remember you. Your first memory of him was when you were sat waiting for your Dad's shift to end, you no older than six. You'd fallen and cut your knee and Rafe had found you, much taller than you even when he was a kid, and he'd stolen an ice cream from the buffet bar to give to you. He'd told you to stop crying because his Dad had told him that big kids didn't cry, but he knew from his sister Sarah that ice cream could cure a lot of things. He looked at your knee, the blood spilling down your leg, and he held a napkin over it whilst you ate the ice-cream he'd given you. When your Dad came to find you, he'd pulled you away and told you to not hang around with those 'Kook Kids' again. You'd looked over your shoulder as you left and watched as Rafe was getting told off by his own father, likely for disappearing, or perhaps for thieving from the buffet. He'd looked at you with a sadness in his eyes that didn't seem to dispel.

That same sadness, though mixed with a few other things, still seemed to remain all these years later.

"You can both leave, I've got some business to take care of," Rafe states simply, "Finish this up tomorrow."

John B grabs his hat and his bag from the side and nods, "You got it," He disappears around the side of the deck, glancing back at you with that sort of look in his eyes that tells you get the fuck out of there while you've got the chance.

"You know you shouldn't leave this stuff without cleaning it," You point out, "The salt can damage your gear. That's why we have to clean it."

"Then we can buy new stuff," His words are a cold contrast against the blistering summer heat.

You roll your eyes, certain in that moment that you and Rafe could not be any more different if you tried, "Easy life isn't it, Rafe Cameron?"

"Easier if you weren't here."

You're silent, a strange tension between the two of you that never seemed to disperse.

"Your top is dripping over the deck," He comments matter-of-factly.

He seems to look at you with a darkness in his eyes, though different from the way he seemed when he was angry. It wasn't an anger when he was with you - it was more like fury, a burning inside of him that seemed to echo in the tension in his muscles.

You cock a brow at him and lift one of your arms to pull your crop top over your head, quickly and in one motion, exposing the thin cover of the bikini top you wore underneath, "Yeah, you're right, wouldn't want water on the boat would we?"

"Was that necessary?" He cocks a brow at you, his eyes drifting south towards your chest, the way the droplets of water curled around the curves of your breasts.

"Keep your dick in your pants, Cameron."

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"You know your life would be a hell of a lot easier if you didn't argue with him all the time," John B points out, sat on the dock next to the Chalet, his legs dangling over the edge, a beer can in his hands

"And what's the fun in that?" You tilt your head up from where you lay sprawled out over the wooden surface, one hand coming up to your face to block your eyes from the sun.

"The woman raises a good point," JJ comments, matching your pose as he was sprawled out over the small space of their boat.

"Plus," You lean up onto your elbows, "He thinks he can walk all over us just because his father's got money, I'm sick of it."

"His father having money is the reason that we can get a bit too," John B points out, standing up and going over to the cooler of beers that was already dwindling in supplies, "So please keep your mouth shut so that I can keep my job."

You push yourself up to stand and step through the barrier of the dock to stand on the side of the water, your hands reaching behind your back to hold the fence and steady yourself, "I can't make any promises."

You stretch your arms above your head and dive into the water, kicking below the surface to submerge yourself in the relief of the cold water. When you break the surface, you turn around to see the boys watching you from the deck.

JJ smirks at you, nudging John B knowingly before he says, "Damn, that was hot."

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You're back at the Cameron's house the following day, pulling up in front of the mansion in your beat up car that seemed a stark contrast to the world around you. The car had belonged to your father, and had been passed down to you when your sister refused to drive it. It was littered with scratches and had a dent on one side, and the passenger side window didn't ever close, and it only took cassette tapes despite this being the 21st Century.

As you pull up today, Rafe is parked in front of your spot. The hood of his car is open and he's bent over, studying the inner workings like it were a foreign language. When he hears your door slam, a little too abruptly, he is quick to comment.

"You're late."

"Did you miss me that much?" You cock a brow, walking around the side of his car so you can see under the hood too, "What's wrong with this?"

He looks up at you for a second, his eyes squinting a little against the smoke that was just starting to bellow up from the vehicle, "I don't-" He stops himself, "It's fine, just go to the boat."

You look over, walking around to the front of the car so that you stood next to him, your shoulder bumping his arm as you tap at the source of his problem, "Your fuel cap is busted, radiator cap should solve it."

Rafe pulls away from the car to stand up straight, like a reminder of just how much he towered over you, "Are you kidding?"

"I probably have a spare in my trunk," You comment, standing up too so that you can face him, the tips of your shoes almost brushing with his.

"I don't need your help, (Y/N)."

You smirk and make sure your eyes are in direct contact with his as you state, "Oh, don't worry, I wasn't offering."

With that, you turn on your heel and make your way towards the house, diverting towards the gate that would lead you down towards the dock. You couldn't quite make out the feeling in your chest - a little bit of pride at your tiny victory, and a little bit of the typical quickening of your heart beat that only Rafe seemed to be able to cause.

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Rafe gives up on his car not long after, storming back into the house as if the anger was practically radiating off of him.

“I need Dad’s keys, have you seen them?” He calls over to Sarah, who’s laying across one of the couches with a book in one hand, the other arm tucked under her head.

“Why would I know where they are?” She retorts, setting her book down and stretching her arms back above her head.

“Can you help me look for them?” Rafe snaps, “I’ve got somewhere to be and my car’s busted.”

“Find them yourself,” She scoffs, “Or get John B or (Y/N) to help you with your car.”

Rafe stops his search for the keys and looks at her flatly, “Are you kidding?”

“Why do you hate them so much?” His sister shakes her head, “They’re not that bad and you act like (Y/N) is the worst person on the planet.”

“She’s not-“

As if on cue, you walk through from the garden, sliding open one of the large glass panel doors. There were beads of sweat around your neck from being in the sun, the material of your halter neck top rising a little over your torso. Rafe finds himself trailing his eyes over you before he has a chance to stop himself.

“Perfect!” Sarah smiles at you, “(Y/N), if you’re not too busy can you help my pain-in-the-ass brother to fix his car so he can stop stressing out?”

You look from her and onto her brother, the way his chest is rising and falling like even the sight of you irritated him beyond normal, “I don’t think he wants my help. I’m just here to get the key to the locker, we’ve got stuff to put away.”

Rafe looks at you directly, as if he hopes his gaze will eventually pierce through your confidence and give him the upper hand, “I’ll get you the key, if you get me that cap.”

It’s impossible to hide the smirk over your lips, “Hard bargain, Rafe Cameron.”

“Just do it,” He rolls his eyes, storming out of the room just as quickly as he’s entered.

Sarah glances up at you and shakes her head, “I’m sure you make him worse than normal.”

You laugh and nod your head a little, “Yeah, probably, but someone’s got to do it.”

You leave then and go out to your car, where Rafe is already waiting. He’s leant back against the side of it, his elbows leaning back on either side of the roof and his ankles crossed as if you had kept him waiting for a short version of forever.

”Do you mind? You’ll ruin the paint,” You bat his arm away and it evokes a deep laugh from him, one of mocking more so than amusement.

“On this thing? I think the paint is the least of your concerns,” He comments, glancing down at the scratches that wound around the side of the doors.

“Do you want to fix your car or not?”

He’s quiet then.

“This was my Dad’s car,” You mention, grabbing what you needed from the trunk before closing it, “And until it stops driving, I see no reason to get rid of it.”

“Your Dad,” Rafe studies your face, “Yeah, I remember him, he used to work at the club, right?”

As you walk past him, you find yourself having to swallow the lump in your throat before you can think of responding properly, “Yeah.”

“How did he-“

“Can you stop?” You snap at him, twisting off the old cap and fixing the new one in place over the fuel pump.

“Can I stop what?”

You stand up from the hood of his car and slam it shut, “Pretending like you give a shit. I don’t need your pity.”

It’s like something switches off in Rafe then, a light going out before your eyes had even adjusted to it being there, he straightens up his shoulders, lets out a cold blooded laugh through his lips, “Oh I don’t pity you, you Pogues are all just as bad as each other. Criminals, nothing more.”

“Well, if you don’t mind, this criminal has to get back to working on your boat,” You step forward and swipe the locker key from his hand, “I’ll try my best to not steal anything whilst I’m there.”

He watches you walk away, tastes the sarcastic air left in the wake of your words, breathes in the lingering scent of your unwavering confidence. And he can’t bring himself to look away from you. But, for just a brief moment, Rafe realises that he doesn’t want to.

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Good Girl

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: alcohol, cussing, mental and emotional abuse, depression, sex (MINORS KEEP AWAY)

Summary: You were struggling to put yourself back together, thankfully you have two best friends that have been more than amazing to help you get back to reality. Until, Jake shows up….again.

Part 3

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It had been a couple weeks after New Year’s Eve, a couple weeks waking up to Danny sleeping peacefully next to you with only his boxers on. A couple weeks since, Jake ripped your heart out of your chest. Danny was more than amazing to you, when you were heading into a spiraling mental breakdown. Josh was there for you the last few weeks, letting you slip away into your depressed state on his couch. You practically moved into his place over the last few weeks, for which he offered a couple days ago if you would move into the spare bedroom. He was worried and concerned for you, he wanted to make sure to keep an eye on you.

“Danny was wondering if you wanted him to come over.” Josh says from the kitchen. You were laying on the couch, curled up watch some crime show.

“Will he?” you replied, peaking over the arm of the couch.

“I will let him know, but you might want to shower.” He says, you stand and throw the blanket on the back of the couch and begin to walk down the hall, towards the bathroom where you started your shower.

After showering, you could hear whispering coming from the kitchen. Sounded like Danny had gotten there while you were in the shower. Wrapping your towel around yourself, you open the door and the steam rolls out of the bathroom. Making your way down the hall, you stop before turning the corner to the kitchen, listening in on Josh’s and Danny’s conversation.

“How is she tonight?” Danny asked.

“She’s a lot better than last week, for sure.” Josh answers.

“Where is she now?” he asked another question.

“Showering, she might be out by now. You know where her room is.” Josh replies, almost in a chuckle. You could tell by the way Danny laughed, there was an eye roll not far after that.

“Daniel, why haven’t you spoke up yet?” Josh asked him.

“She’s broken, Joshua. I am not going to unload my feelings on a woman that is hurting.” He replies. Your heart begins beating faster by the second, your breathing is staggered, bringing your hands to cover your mouth. You hear the chair screech against the floor, jumping from being startled by the loud sound.

“Okay buddy.” Josh responds.

Tip toeing down the hall to get to your bedroom, Danny’s footsteps not far behind you. Pouncing onto the bed, still wrapped in a towel and hair is dripping from your shower. Trying not to make it obvious you were listening to a conversation that wasn’t meant for your ears. Danny walks through the door of your bedroom, his eyes are wide and his hand shoots up to his eyes covering them to give you privacy.

“It’s okay, it’s not like you haven’t seen anything before.” You say to him in a chuckle. His fingers separate, peeking an eyeball through to look at you.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

Nodding your head, you pat the bed beside you motioning for him to sit with you. Dropping his hand away from his face, he walks over to you and sits on the bed. You reach over to his hand and intertwine your fingers with his. Danny has been one of your best friends for a few years now, he was a beautiful man, such a gentleman, caring and loving human. You adored the man he was, you didn’t know if you had feelings for him or not. There wasn’t one thing about this man that was bad.

“Thank you for coming over.” You whisper to him.

“Don’t thank me, Y/N.” he responds.

“I’m always going to be here for you, for anything you need.” He follows. Smiling up at him, allowing yourself to make eye contact with his deep brown eyes. His eyes were the prettiest shade of chocolate. Snapping away from his gaze, you stand up and walk over to your closet, picking through the old t shirts that you normally slept in.

“I have some t shirts at my place, if you’d ever want to go through them.” He spoke up, turning around to face him.

“Tomorrow?” you asked.

“Of course, anytime you’d like.” He responded with a smile. His smile was perfect, his teeth were perfect. This man was so gorgeous, you thought. Walking over to your dresser and pulling open the top drawer, sifting around to find your comfortable panties, grabbing a pair and throwing the shirt onto the bed beside him. Standing at the end of the bed, carefully stepping into your panties with your towel still wrapped around your chest. Danny’s eyes never break contact with yours, untucking your towel and letting is fall to the floor. His face is flushed, you could see his Adams apple bob up and down as he begins to get nervous.

“Can you hand me my shirt, love?” you asked him so sweetly. His eyes look down at the shirt beside him, slowly picking up the shirt to hand it to you. Not a word, his eyes ever so slightly look down at your exposed breasts, then quickly catching your gaze. You begin to smile.

“It’s okay to look, I don’t bite.” You whisper. Shirt in hand, you begin to pull it over your arms and over your head. The shirt drops down to your mid-thigh, walking over to sit next to him.

“Y/n, you don’t realize how beautiful you are….do you?” he says. His voice is almost in a whisper and his eyes are locked in with yours.

“It’s been kind of hard to believe that lately.” You say, looking down to your hands as you fidget with the rings on your fingers.

“I know. Believe me, honey. I would never lie to you.” He responds, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Can you lay with me until I fall asleep?” you ask, looking up at him. A smile forms upon his lips.

“You don’t ever have to ask.” He whispers, pulling you onto his lap and wrapping his arms around your waist.

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You were beginning to pull through your depressive episode that Jake had put you so deeply into. Josh and Danny were a big part of helping you through any bad thought you had, you were grateful for the two of them.

One night, Josh decided on planning a wine night for the two of you. Which would consist of him cooking dinner and you supervising his cooking skills from on top of the counter along with a bottle of red wine. These were your favorite nights, it was a weekly thing you had begun to do to get yourself out of your head and honestly, it was working better than you thought. The aroma of chicken parmesan filled the room, Stevie Nicks playing in the background, Josh laughing at the god awful dad jokes you had told him. You were finally happy. Until…..

You hopped down from the kitchen island, placing your wine glass on the counter, running down the hall to the bathroom. While you were in the bathroom, you heard the front door open.

Your first thought, it was probably Danny stopping by to check on you, finishing up in the bathroom as fast as you can. You sling the door open and take off down the hall, turning the corner to the kitchen. There stood Jake, his back was turned away from you and your eyes make contact with Josh’s. Your body was frozen, your heart stopped, holding your breath and holding back the tears that you haven’t shed in weeks.

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough, Jake?” Josh say to him, peering over his shoulder, not breaking eye contact with you. Josh was concerned for your mental health, hoping you wouldn’t spiral into another episode. Jake turns around to see you standing behind him, never breaking away from Josh’s eyes. Inhaling deeply, finally breathing. You can see Josh shaking his head, motioning you not to fall for whatever Jake was wanting from you.

“Can we talk for a moment?” Jake takes a step closer to you, your eyes shoot straight to his. His eyes were blood shot and swollen. As if he had been crying for days.

“Please, y/n.” following his question. Looking over to Josh.

“It’s okay.” You tell him before turning around to walk into the living area. Jake following close behind you, plopping down on the couch and pulling a blanket over your lap. Jake sits beside you, leaning over, his elbows are on his knees and his head was lowered between his shoulders.

“What is it, Jake?” you whispered, looking down at your newly fresh manicure. Danny had taken you to get your nails done a couple days prier. Sweet man, he is.

“I’m sorry, I never wanted to hurt you the way I did. I’m an asshole and I don’t deserve someone like you.” He says softly.

“You’re right, but communication is big for me. All you had to do was tell me that I wasn’t what you wanted.”

“I know…you’re good for me and I know that now.” He says, looking over at you, his eyes are rimmed with tears. This man is broken and it written all over him.

“Jake, you are worthy of so much more than you believe.”

“I’m broken…” he says quickly

“Do you not realize that sometimes there are people who would sit and listen to you talk about everything that goes on in that pretty head of yours?” you asked him.

“Me, Jake. I have always been the one to tell you, you have someone to talk to and you push me away.” You followed, he stays silent, shaking his head in agreeance.

“I adore you, I care about you and I am here for you, Jake. What you did, hurt. I just wish you knew exactly what you wanted from me.” You say softly, dropping your head to hide the tears that are forming in your tear ducts. He lifts his head, shifting his body to face yours, placing his hands on either side of your face. A tear flows down his cheek and yours follows.

“I want you, y/n.” Jake whispers, his lip quivers from choking back the tears. He was trying his best to keep it together.

“Then fucking prove it, this is the last time. After this, don’t come back.” You responded, a tear trickling down your cheek. Jakes takes the pad of his thumb and wipes away the tear that had fallen.

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The night goes on, Jake decided to stay for dinner and wine. Josh didn’t like the idea of Jake being around you, occasionally he would ask you if you were okay or if he needed to ask Jake to leave. He was protective over you and you adored that about your best friend. Eventually, Josh ends up going to bed and the two of you are left sitting on the couch curled up to one another.

“How is Reed?” you asked softly, knowing talking about his son can be a touchy subject some nights. You begin to twist his necklace around your finger gently, patiently waiting for an answer.

“He getting so big, I will get him next month. So, I won’t be around town for a bit.” He responded, his smile lit up the entire room. Talking about Reed made him happy, sometimes it made him depressed and sad, he always felt so alone without having Reed. It broke your heart, knowing his time was always limited with him.

“That’s excited, I know you miss him tons.” You spoke up, catching his gaze. You always tried to make light of a situation.

“Will you come visit?” he asked, almost in a whisper.

“If that’s what you want.” Smiling up at him. He stands up and extends his arm out, gesturing to take his hand. Placing your hand within his, he lifts you off of the couch and leads you down the hall to your room. He opens the door, he stops and looks around the room. You have hung up tapestries all over your ceiling, hung paintings that you have had for years, and records are lined up on the walls. He turns around and looks at you.

“You moved in with my brother?” he asked, on the verge of laughing.

“He’s my best friend, plus he asked me to. Says he can keep a better eye on me that way.” You response, brushing his shoulder with yours to get into your room. He’s quiet.

Walking over to the bed, you begin to undress all the way down to your panties. You pull back the covers and slip into the sheets, Jake slowly making his way into the room towards the side of the bed. His eyes are amazed by the art hanging on the walls, he’s never seen this side of you. You were always a creative being, colorful mind, and a down to earth heart. He begins to undress, only being left with his boxers. Folding back the covers for him to slip in beside you, he lays flat on his back as he always did. He loved cuddling and holding you, while talking about life, emotion and things you both were going through. Lying in bed with this beautiful man, was the one time he would open up about himself, you appreciated him being so vulnerable with you during these times. Little did you know in a few months, those were the memories you cherished and missed the most.

Your head is on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, it was beating a little faster than normal. His eyes were still open, as if a thought was running through his pretty little head. Running your fingers gently, up and down his stomach.

“What’s on your mind?’” you whispered

“I view love differently, than most. It’s so hard to explain, I just know I’m not worthy of being loved.” His voices cracks with the response. He’s a sad individual, it broke your heart hearing him say he wasn’t worthy of love. When all you want to do is show him the love he deserves.

Your heart ached for him, felt for him. Sitting up beside him, throwing one of your legs over his pelvic bone. You straddle him, leaning down and placing a sweet kiss on his lips. You pull away and look into his eyes…

“I wish you would let me show you, how worthy you are.” You replied.

Running his hands up your thighs, back, until both of his hands were on either side of your face. He pulls you in and crashes his lips into yours. This kiss felt passionate, addicting and intoxicating all in one. Never wanting to stop the pure bliss you felt between you two at that moment. Sitting up, never breaking the contact between your lips, he rolls you over onto your back. The weight of him on top of you, was everything you had missed, his lips, his touch, his rock hard cock against your core. Bucking your hips, grinding your clothed sex against his. A moan slips free from his mouth, parting your mouth and sucking in his bottom lip between your teeth. Releasing his lip from between your teeth, his lip connect with your skin sending chills down your entire body. Open mouth kisses are placed against your skin, his lips reach your hardened pink peaks, taking you into his mouth. Swirling his tongue in circles, suckling the peaks until they are plump. His hands trail down your sides, sliding his fingers into the waistband of your panties, gently pulling them down your legs and tossing them on the floor. He sits up on his knees, still between your parted legs, he slides his boxers off exposing his throbbing, hard cock. He places his thumb over your pulsating clit, rubbing soft circles, making your back arch and your leg tremble on either side of him. Moans slip through your lips and he groans, being so pleased to hear you sing for him.

“Good girl, good fucking girl.” He says, his eyes locked into yours, his fingers are picking up pace.

Taking himself into his hands, he guides his cock between your folds, playing with the sweetness you are unable to contain that is seeping out of you.

“Fuck….you’re so perfect.” He groans, his voice is raspy and deep. His eyes are filled with lust and love. He lines himself up with your entrance, slowly sliding into you with a thrust. The two of you moan together, like the perfect symphony.

His hands are on either side of your head, thrusting into you faster and faster. His cock stretching you out so perfectly and filling you up, as if you were made for each other. With each thrust, he hits that one spot that makes you weak and your moans louder. Finally, your sight blackens, your head begins to spin and you’re unable to catch your breath. You have hit your sweet release, upon coming down his words become muffled. He approaching his climax.

“Fuck, I love you.” He says between moans.

Your eyes practically pop out of your head, hearing those words fall out of mouth like diarrhea.

“Are you being so serious right now, Jake?” you respond completely normal as if you aren’t in the middle of great sex.

“I love you, y/n.” he repeats, he could possibly be in the moment with what is going on. He could be genuine with his feelings right now, sadly you wouldn’t know for sure until after.

“I love you, Jake.” You reply, those three words, plus his name sent his climax through the roof. Tossing his head back, you can feel his warm release inside of you as he continues to pump his cock into you. He collapsed on top of you, out of breath and worn out. You can feel him pull out of you slowly, rolling over onto his back. You snuggle up against his chest, your mind is replaying those three words inside of your mind. Your mind is racing between ‘were you just in the moment?’ and ‘do you really, love me?’ Not really wanting to hear either of those answers, but you weren’t the one to hold back anything that came to your mind.

“Jake.” You whispered.

“Yes, baby?” he responded in a raspy voice, as if he was about to go to sleep.

“Did you mean what you said?” you asked softly.

“That I loved you?”

“Mhmm…” he shifted his body onto his side, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you close.

“Yes, I did. I care about you, I love you and I want to always make sure you’re taken care of.” You heart basically stopped, it felt as if you were being suffocated by his words. Being Jake, you couldn’t tell if he was playing with your heart or if he actually fucking meant what he said. You eventually let it go and didn’t want to respond. You knew the way you felt was true and you were able to show him how serious you were about loving someone so broken, the way he was.

The way this man used his words, they were powerful. His words were the easiest words to believe, yet the most intoxicating, soul crushing and hurtful words. Even when he put them together so beautifully, you loved him and you wanted him to be only yours. Deep down you knew that even if he was yours, he would never give you himself entirely. In fact he never gave himself entirely to his ex-wife, which is another reason they were divorced just 6 months after getting married. He was unfaithful, a manipulator, and a liar. He walked around with only lust in his eyes, not for the one woman who gave him a child, but for other women. What made you think he would be any different for you?

‘Stupid fucking girl.’ You thought.

#gvf #greta van fleet #gretavanfleet #danny wagner #daniel wagner #danny gvf #jake kiszka #jake gvf #danny wagner gvf #josh kiszka

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hopefulatrocity · 11 months

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From The Ashes-Chapter 7

Note: Note: First off, thank you for your likes and comments. This is a lot later post than I intended it to be. I’m working really hard on Chapter 9 and it’s taking me longer than I thought. That chapter is when Pheonyx and Daryl officially start the search for Sophia. So, they’re alone and there isn’t a lot of show dialogue for me to bounce off of. I had a couple days of writer's block and I’ve been working slowly on it. I keep rearranging how I want their conversation to go and also rewatching the season over and over to make sure I’m characterizing Daryl correctly. I want it to be believable. Long story short, I don’t want to post chapter 8 until I have 9 done, so it might be a bit until I’ve posted it. I think once I get over this hump, since it’s the first one on one scene with Daryl and Pheonyx(with Kismet as his wingman) that I’ll be able to write faster. Hopefully. Also sorry for how short this is. The last chapter and this one was originally one chapter but I want to keep my chapters around the same length(3-4k) and it ended up over 6k. So I split it up.

Chapter TW/CW: internal homophobia, transphobia, descriptions of past abuse, denial of sexuality?(Not sure how to describe it), self-deprecating thoughts, parental death.

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DARYL'S POV

As Daryl was making his way away from the service, fully intending to head straight into the woods to continue the search for Sophia, Rick caught up to his long strides and cut him off. The cop stood in front of him and Daryl narrowed his eyes at the man.

“Before you head out, I want to get the group together to make a plan for the search.”, Rick said.

“Ain’t got time for that, man. Shoulda been out at first light lookin’ for the girl.”, Daryl snapped, annoyed at being held up.

Rick placed his hands on his hips, one hand hovering on the grip of his Colt Python. “Just listen, please. Hershel’s stepson has offered his help for the search. And I’d like you to partner up with him.” Daryl was about to cut in, but Rick continued, “He’s an experienced tracker and hunter, and he knows these woods better than any of us do. He says he’s been working with his dog on scent tracking, too. With both of you, and the dog, looking for Sophia, I think we have a better chance of finding her.”

Daryl shook his head, irritated. He worked better alone. His focus needed to be on finding the girl and he couldn’t do that with someone else following him around. Having the group with him yesterday was bad enough. The woods were his domain, his comfort zone. Some stranger on his coattails, mucking up the trails, and making noise while he was trying to concentrate, wasn’t something he wanted to deal with. Not when a little girl’s life was on the line.

As if reading his mind, Rick said, “Just talk to him. That’s all I ask. If you don’t want to work with him after that, then fine.”

Daryl wanted to tell him off, or to just walk away. Before he could, Rick was turning and waving a hand to call over Pheonyx, who had been walking back towards the house from Otis’s tribute. Daryl noticed a slight hesitation and stiffening of the man’s body as he looked between Rick and himself. But it was gone in a blink of an eye. The hound dog followed behind Pheonyx and they both stopped in front of the two men.

Rick smiled at the younger man. Daryl felt his ears warm as Pheonyx lifted the corners of his mouth in return. The heat spread to his face as the other man’s green eyes met his own. The light shade of green reminded him of the pair of fern plants his momma planted in front of their trailer when he was 7 years old. The old mobile home had been extremely run down. Paint was peeling off the walls and several windows had cracks or were missing from his Pa’s violent outbursts. The small grass patch in front of the trailer was often overgrown and full of weeds. But his momma wanted to fix the place up. Unfortunately they didn’t have a lot of money for paint, or pretty flowers to plant. They didn’t have a lot of money for anything really. Momma worked as a waitress at the local diner but most of the money she made, his Pa stole to use for drugs or alcohol. He remembered the day she brought home those little ferns though. His Pa had been off on a bender for a week, like usual. She carried the tiny plants in with a huge smile on her face. They'd been on clearance at the local hardware store because some of the leaves were dried out but his momma was convinced it just needed a little love and care. That afternoon, Daryl and Merle helped her clean up the yard. Merle borrowed the neighbor’s push mower to mow the small yard and Daryl helped Momma weed the area around the front door. He and Merle dug the small holes on either side of the door for the plants, stopping to throw dirt at each other occasionally. When the ferns were planted, the trio stood, Momma’s arms wrapped around both boys’ shoulders, and looked at the trailer. It was still shitty. The paint was still falling off and there was still cardboard on the windows. But the little plants with dried leaves made it look like home. Over the next couple of years, as his mother’s depression and alcohol problems grew, so did the plants. They grew so big that his Pa forced him to cut part of them down because he kept tripping on the long leaves when he would stumble home at night. Despite that, the plants thrived and every time Daryl saw them, he was reminded of that day with Merle and momma. The look of joy on her face. It was one of the few happy memories he had with her. And it was all destroyed the day the trailer caught fire.

The ferns burned away. Right along with his momma.

Daryl felt his heart ache at the reminder of his mother. But the green of Pheonyx’s eyes still reminded him of that happy day and he was almost entranced. He barely even registered Rick standing next to him.

“Pheonyx, this is Daryl Dixon. He’s the tracker I mentioned yesterday. He’s been headin’ up the search for Sophia. Daryl, this is Hershel’s stepson. Both Maggie and Hershel say he is an expert on the property and woods surrounding it. He’s offered his services-”, a loud bark from the mutt sitting at Pheonyx’s side had Rick pausing for a moment. “And his dog, to help find Sophia. I’d appreciate it if you two would work together to head up the search for her.”

The arms he had crossed over his chest tensed. As entranced as he was by the man across from him, he couldn’t work with him. In all honesty, he was slightly scared of the emotions he was feeling. They were unraveling the identity that he had clung to for so long. He hadn’t even spoken to Pheonyx yet and his stomach was already in knots. He had to stay far away from him. Maybe then, the feelings would go away. He wanted to lash out at Rick, at Pheonyx, the emotional turmoil raging in his head. But that wouldn’t do anything besides alienate himself further from this group. It might even put them in jeopardy of being kicked off the farm. And he couldn’t do that to them.

“Work better alone”, he grunted at the man, not even looking at Rick.

Pheonyx gave a nod, not taking offense to what he said. “So do I. But I spent last night creating a plan for the search. We can split up tomorrow but I need your help at least for today. I’ve been working with Kismet,” he tilted his head towards the dog at his side, some of his brown hair falling over his forehead. Daryl fought the urge to reach out and brush it back. “, on scent tracking for the last month. I need you to take me to exactly where she and Rick split up. He can follow her trail from there. It hasn’t rained so he shouldn’t have too much trouble.”

The sound of the younger man’s voice was like a soft blanket draping over his sweaty shoulders, it eased the tension in his muscles on contact. The sound wasn’t deep but husky and light. Creeping around his head like smoke from a campfire and easing the ever-present vigilance that Daryl had grown accustomed to. Almost losing his train of thought over the drug-like effect of Pheonyx’s voice, Daryl looked towards the sheriff, wondering why he couldn’t be the one to show the other man where Sophia went missing. As if reading his mind, Pheonyx continued, “Rick needs to stay here for Carl and Lori. And Shane fucked up his ankle at the high school. Or else one of them would take me.”

Pheonyx was right about Rick. Daryl couldn’t, in good conscience, ask the man to leave his son, who had just been at death’s door the day prior. And his stomach clenched at the idea of sending Pheonyx off with Shane. Daryl wasn’t entirely certain about Pheonyx’s gender identity. He could just be a biological male with more feminine features. But he suspected the man was transgender. It was no issue to him, but he had a fair idea that it would be an issue to Deputy Douchebag. Shane wasn’t as openly hateful as Merle was, but he was judgmental and sexist. Merle was a loud hateful person. He screamed and hurled slurs, made threats but he rarely ever reached the point of violence, unless he was high. But Shane, his hate was a simmering cauldron, just on the cusp of boiling. Quiet little bubbles that could easily lead to an exploding pot. At the Quarry, the man kept camp duties fairly segregated in regards to gender. Women weren’t ever allowed on watch or runs, and were mostly kept to cleaning and cooking duties. Shane made the argument every time that the women weren’t trained and therefore would be liabilities. But he also refused to do gun training for anyone, citing lack of ammo as the reasoning. He didn’t go on long winded rants like Merle did. He chose sly comments and verbal digs as his weapons of choice. Offhand comments about “women’s work” and snorts when Andrea offered help with watches or runs. While Shane had never specifically said anything about LGBT people, Daryl just had a feeling that the man’s views would not be friendly. And with his suspicions regarding Otis’s untimely death, Daryl refused to put Pheonyx in the possible firing lane. Why he cared so much about a man he just met was something he was trying to avoid thinking about.

Despite his personal preferences of working alone, and avoiding any more contact with Pheonyx to quell the feelings building in his chest, Daryl had to admit that having a scent tracking dog would give them a leg up in finding Sophia. Looking down at the dog, he had to contain a snort. The pup was on his back, body curled around, chewing on his back leg like it was a rawhide. He met Pheonyx’s gaze.

“That mutt is a tracker? He don’t look like he’s got much goin’ on behind those eyes.”

Pheonyx’s eyes drew together in confusion and he looked down at Kismet. Daryl noted a blush spreading across his tan cheeks when he realized what the dog was doing. At the sheepish look, he couldn’t contain his snort, and he heard Rick chuckle along beside him.

The younger man nudged the dog with his boot, causing him to roll over into a regular down position. Daryl heard him mutter something unintelligible. Pheonyx stood firm though, the conviction in his expression settling in Daryl’s chest.

“Okay, Kismet may not be the brightest crayon in the box, I’ll admit. But when he’s got a job he works hard. Unfortunately, you guys don’t have the luxury of shopping for a certified dog. I stand by him though. We’ve only tracked wildlife so far, but I would bet my life on this ‘mutt’”

Despite the voice in his brain telling him it was a bad idea, Daryl nodded his agreement to work with him and the dog. His heart sped up a bit at the thought of working closely with Pheonyx, but he brushed it off. He’d work with him to find Sophia. Then that was it. He’d back off and these intense feelings would fade.

He hoped.

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*inquiringly* darthfett?

♡ Send me a ship and I’ll tell you

Oh, I'm so sorry for what this became. They are bad at the more traditional domestic cute shit.

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa Vader. He then uses the Force to make it open the wrong way anyway to save face and now the door is broken.

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them ...ehhhh neither? If there was a very specific plot that involved like... mid-Imperial era (early twenties) Boba going back in time and seducing 19yo Anakin, then Anakin, but otherwise I don't think either of them. Anakin doesn't have anything to doodle on, because he's in a hell of a life situation, and Boba doesn't seem like a doodler to me... except for one specific case (further down).

Who starts the tickle fights Vader, using the Force, but he cannot be tickled back, because... [gestures at his life support] it would be unlikely but still possible to kill this man accidentally by tickling him into a breathing mishap.

Who starts the pillow fights Vader, trying to rediscover a sense of whimsy. It doesn't really work. Boba tries to pillow smack him back and it just kinda. Doesn't go anywhere. They are bad at this.

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile IDK about smiling but Vader falls asleep last, and he's definitely a 'watch you sleep because I Love You' type.

Who mistakes salt for sugar Boba. He's a shade absentminded sometimes, while Vader is hyperaware of everything if he cooks because it's been Twenty Fucking Years since he had real food or used a kitchen and he's triple-checking everything as a result.

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning Boba, just to be a little shit.

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines Vader. He is attempting to have a sense of humor. Sometimes Boba even laughs.

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order Oh this one is 100% Vader. He sees Boba's shelves and gets Twitchy about it.

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies Boba, because Vader really can't take his helmet off for something that unimportant.

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion Vader. He is drawing on the Old Memories Of Romance With Padme, and he got those ideas of romance from really cliche romance novels. Boba's just like 'alright, don't burn anything down I guess."

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen Boba leaving graffiti on Vader's armor as a powerplay against Imperial employees like 'yeah. he lets me do this. feel inadequate yet?' Very Smug Cat energy. (Yes, this is the exception to the doodling thing.)

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation I think this one is also Boba, but Vader does it a few times specifically to stick the magnet on Boba and stare at him until he stops reaching to take it off. This is what you get for doodling o n his armor.

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines This is 100% Vader. Boba has no idea why his weird work frenemy he occasionally does Weird Romance Stuff with has decided to bring a teen girl magazine (where did he even GET that) to him for some quiz thing in the back.

#boba fett #darth vader #anakin skywalker #darthfett #star wars #phoenix answers memes

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ausssbutlershortstories · 2 months

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Vanessa Hudgens :

So I wanted to make this post because looking on all the platforms I use to follow Austin Butler himself and/or other fan pages, I can see a lot of you are bothered by Vanessa saying that Austin helped her find her now husband.

I like to start off that I like Vanessa , anyone who follows me on IG will know that. I think him and Vanessa made a lovely couple. He genuinely seemed very happy with her. You can tell they really were down bad for one another. I say this because I don’t want to come across as some fake hypocrite. Posting pictures of him when he was with Vanessa and then turning around to make this post.

However , over the last few years that they have since broken up, she obviously has been throwing shade. Commenting on post making fun of his voice, saying things in interviews, and some of the memes she post to her stories on IG.

I don’t like when she does that. I think it’s annoying and quite rude. I find crazy to that she does this to this very day , even after being married to her supposed “soul mate”.

Vanessa to me comes across as a hurt woman. I don’t condone her throwing shade the way she does , however I feel if she did find her special someone , why keep bringing up your ex? A lot of fans seems to think she is trying to keep her name in headlines. And while I do agree to some extent , I think it goes deeper than someone looking for attention.

Vanessa was with Austin for a decade. They went through a lot together. Her dad passing, his Mom passing. She was in his sister’s wedding, which says A LOT. Not only was she close to Austin , she clearly was tight with his family as well. We seen how happy she was when he got the part of Elvis. I remember her seeing when she was speaking with Ryan Seacrest and how stoked she was telling him the story about how she told him he should play Elvis.Austin has told that story more than once too. Vanessa even had promo photos on her IG for when he finally got the role that she still has up on her profile all these years later.

I honestly feel bad for her in a way. Yeah as Austin’s fan I don’t like her shading him, but I don’t necessarily think she is a bad person based off that alone . To have a relationship as long as they had just end. Not sure exactly what happened with the break up, but from the outside looking in it seems to have ended abruptly.

That has to hurt…like. Especially seeing another girl be attached to his arm during his Elvis press . Someone who in my opinion don’t deserve to be reaping anything beneficial from that. I’m sure she thought that those were moments that they would share. And not because it would get her some level of clout but because that was her man. Vanessa to me seemed like one of those “my man , my man, my man” kind of women when she was with Austin. She saw a future with him I believe . Especially after hearing how on a podcast she stated how when she first met Cole she asked if marriage and kids were important to him. And i remember watching that and the look on her face seemed sad. Like she was reminiscing on something. Like maybe perhaps that’s what she wanted with someone else but didn’t get . To me I think she saw herself marrying Austin one day and having his children, the whole white picket fence shit. Hollywoood edition lol!

The fact that she keeps bringing him up is very telling . You a whole married woman and still throwing shade at your ex. Us a women , I feel like when we really find our someone after kissing a few frogs we could careless about wtf our ex got going on. Not calling Austin a frog , just speaking in general.

As fans I feel like we gotta be like 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️. I know it’s annoying , but sis is still clearly stuck on him. Which to me says alot about how he was a boyfriend. I’m sure they had their ups and downs but it probably was a good relationship overall. Because who gonna be out in these streets missing someone who was a complete headache and toxic as hell? Especially if they feel like they finally found the person who they feel like was heaven sent….

Austin has been nothing but kind during this too. He can easily throw shade back , but he stays humble and minds his business. Which Vanessa needs to do too smh. Vanessa needs to go heal whatever broke her when her and Austin ended. She has a husband now , marriage is forever.

I’ll end this with I hope as a woman myself she finds peace within herself . I obviously am not for her ass saying the stuff she did , but I don’t dislike her. We have all at one point of time thrown shade an ex. Said some snarky shit. It happens . It’s one thing for some troll to throw shade to Austin, but an ex he was with for years on end….Like I said in the beginning, her acting that way goes deeper than someone looking for attention. Vanessa might have not done anything super duper huge since HSM but she’s still pretty well known. She doesn’t need to throw shade to stay relevant .

#austin butler #vanessa hudgens #relationships #fandom #ausssbutlershortstories #just saying #this is wild #Cole tucker #please don’t hate me

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You made a good point of how this staged photoshoot will lead to increased exposure and ticket sales esp ahead of the US tour, because correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think all their US dates are sold out? They’re not as popular in the states and it’s been a couple months since I checked but I only saw a handful of shows that showed sold out. All this just reminds us of a curated version we have of him. Someone who likes privacy and wants to be lowkey doesn’t date attention seekers consistently and calls the paps on themselves. He just lost all credibility he had

Words of wisdom here from a lovely anon and thank you for sharing these thoughts, i agree with every word 💘

I think people generally get very caught up in the whole "alex is a romantic little prince too busy with his mind on clever lines he's innocent and private and not like other celebs and his privacy has been violated" narrative and tend to forget how much of a business this whole thing is.

The primary purpose of any business, be that show business or not, is to make money. The band is an asset that needs to generate revenue. American market has huge potential for that, alas, as the anon above correctly pointed out, very few of the US shows are sold out at this point, just a month ahead of the tour and the sales need to be boosted. The best strategy would definitely be to hype it up a little. American audience seems to be really into the whole straight dominant greaser bad boy persona (where do you think all those endless alex/your name fics with that shitty 50 shades of grey vibes come from?) and the target audience must be catered for. Both parties benefit: Alex gets the publicity of a cool rockstar kind of tired of his fame with a beautiful gf by his side on an expensive posh Italian resort. The pictures will now be all over insta/twitter/tiktok igniting interest in new fans and rekindling the old ones. The girls will fantasise about taking Louise's place in his arms (oh to be a girlfriend of this rich handsome millionaire musician who is also intelligent and talented and famous and who will fuck you like a whore then treat you like a princess!) and the boys will be jealous of him and his beautiful French girlfriend, wanting to be like him (oh to be this rich handsome millionaire and get all the girls!). Some more tickets will be sold, some more records, some more merch, and a couple of tens (or hundreds) of thousands of dollars will be made. Louise on the other hand, will get more followers and will have more ads, which will also lead to more revenue for her and hence whoever is managing her. Not bad, no?

Alex is usually perceived as a poet with his head in the clouds, an ethereal creature, a poetic and storytelling genius, vulnerable, autistic woodland creature, too exquisite for earthly problems, fragile and defenseless. He is, however, in no way disconnected from reality or too naive not to know how the business works - after all, he's been in it for almost twenty years. And I am supposed to believe his privacy has been violated when it has hardly been violated for the 5 years he was hiding from everyone and no paparazzi whatsoever gave a fuck about him? Oh give me a break. His net worth is estimated to be millions of dollars, same as the band. He is one of the richest rock stars of the generation. I am not saying it is a bad thing - well deserved, he is a genius after all, - but money, even for geniuses, has to be earned. Their music is a product that needs to be sold, and their public image is one of the means to increase those sales.

I do not think that Alex or Louise called the paps themselves last minute - I am pretty sure the whole thing has been set up by the management in advance, with Alex's explicit consent. Again, it is just a marketing strategy which the sales and marketing department decided to go with in order to maximise the revenue. Why would Alex refuse? And please spare me the argument of 'he doesn't need any more money'. Maybe he doesn't (although i am not sure), but the band and the whole machine working for them definitely does as it employs hundreds of people who need to get their paychecks from this whole thing. Mr. Schwarz is staying strong for them, remember?

Once this is all over, the tour is over, the contracts are done and he disappears without a trace, we'll remember this and count how many times paps will ever try to take pictures of him or his gf (zero, mark my words).

Thank you for coming to my ted talk (or thesis defence, more like)♥️

#alexander i am really disappointed with you #you really did lose all your credibility #i am pretty sure your team could have done better than this #such a lazy and half arsed approach #but whatever works for you and your bank account mate

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pre project write up: the coat!

ill keep this short (for me) because i worked through most the details with the wearable mockup from last year, but i wanted to reintroduce this project & the fabrics ill be using :)

This is the final version of my winter coat project, which i am starting at a great time (ill probably finish this well after its gotten cold!) Ive started with a base of McCalls M6800, because im not super confident in my ability to draft a pattern with the correct ease for this type of garment. Ive made some minor fittings (far too much room in one of the front seams for me, and i took some volume out of the skirt area. the shoulders were. weird. i honestly wouldnt rate this pattern super highly it had some grading issues that should have been caught, but it serves my purposes) and now i should be ready to go! i wont be following the instructions very much but theyre pretty basic anyway, so ill just go my own way and see where i end up!

this is kind of the inspo if you want a visual!

the main body of the coat will be made out of this gorgeous, velvet like wool (i think its a blend?). In true Nyx fashion, its black and absolutely impossible to photograph. its probably one of the most expensive fabrics ive ever bought but i looked through dozens of options and this was by far the best one i found. im really particular about textures and this one is just, so nice, and its quite thin for a wool (not in a bad way, its just compact rather than fluffy) which is something im going to appreciate with the amount of fabric in this coat.

Next: the lining! given that i was going to all this effort to make my own coat, i wanted this to be a completely unique garment, in every aspect, including the lining. I knew i wanted something with a design on it, and something that was a dramatic contrast to the outside, so when i saw this gorgeous 'chinese brocade' fabric i knew it was the perfect thing. Its very much. not a lining fabric and was past the budget i had in mind for my lining but i didnt see anything that came even remotely close to this in my mind so i caved and bought it. Even a year on im still enamoured with it and hope i have some left over to use for other things! I did get extra of the slippery black satin i used to line the mock up coat and i plan to use that to line the sleeves just for the extra glide, but ill use this for the main body.

one last fabric! one of the changes i wanted to make from the red version was to add a fur collar so i tracked down the softest faux fur you have ever touched! again awful to photograph, but its perfect, and it was by weight, so now i have a huge piece of this :D

i do also want to make note of the buttons i picked! theyre absolutely gorgeous and i, once again, hunted for ages to find the perfect option and here they are! they photograph a lovely colour but irl the gold is a little pink toned so my extra ass has bought some rub n buff to tone them into a better shade. yes. the buttons. for my coat. listen.

im generally happy with my mock up, but there are a few changes i want to make. the obvious one was one that was in the plans from before i even started the red one, which was changing the collar. i wasnt super sold on it in the first place and the further in i got, the more i wanted a fur collar! since i have so much of my fur, im also planning on adding it around the cuffs and i do keep tossing up doing the whole hem but i think that might be a little much.

The other major change i want to make is to how i finished the coat. im actually pretty happy with the hemming method i chose for the reasons i chose it, but for this version i want to do something different. the plan this time is to do a facing in the outer fabric on the lining pieces and have that completely attached through the inside, removing any opportunities for the lining to show unintentionally.

Theres also a couple of minor fit things i want to change, i want to add more width to the back in case this fabric is tougher than my mockup, i want to rethink how i did my buttons because that made me miserable last time, and i want to add a little length to the hem. oh and better pockets! i need to give it my mega pockets. but overall im pretty much ready to go straight into it! im so nervous

#fabrics and long notes under the cut!#welcome back to another edition of nyx writes too much about their sewing projects #think i said everything i wanted to though #the coat #thats just the project tag i mean. its The Coat #sewing

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tinyshe · 10 months

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Garden Review 23.07.07

I just about had a heart failure with the grocer bill! Some things are up 300% from a year ago. Real incentive to get those winter garden ideas firmly in the ground! Go! this weekend, there are list being made and goals being set! We are entering desperate times that require desperate measures but with conviction and fortitude that ��we can do this’.

Most of my rooting/propagation barrel plants can be planted in the earth. I have a few slow poke/secondary rose clippings for the rose tunnel at the farm. Those can be put in smaller pot. In these barrels I will put things that will need some frost protection since they reside on the south side like cut and come again leaf lettuce and maybe peas.

Most everything from the summer garden be struggling except the toms that are lost in the weeds. The potatoes are dying back so there will be a harvest of new potatoes next week (from under the hazel tree row/hedge). Once those are up I will amend the straw and turn. Letting it rest a little before replanting. These potatoes under the hedge grow on the top of a small bed of loose twigs to keep them just a wee bit elevated so they don’t rot and then they grow in the straw bed. Amending the straw lets a slow feeding (in theory) to the plant. Not as productive as the potato barrel but a close contender. I am also trying growing in the shade under the elderberries and alpine strawberries but the night creatures went through a couple of times digging up everything. This was a three tier grow in progress until the night tillers. The other experiment is worm bin verse hot bed (both just from potato peelings). These I am hoping to get a goodly amount of seed potatoes. My other/last experiment is some seed potatoes that are sitting bare ass in a small pot in partial sun. They are a rich green colour but no ‘eyes’ ... its been almost 4 month!

I’m halfway mortified that my brother is trying to get a visa so see me. It will just be for a 24 hr thing as part of another trip he is on (I’m like a detour). Things are not tiptop and the things are not best ... I bought some plants in a desperate move to have something pretty in case he can swing it... not that a few small plants can hide everything but it was what I did. These poor things need to get in the ground asap! Its another wtf moment. This is why I need pen to hit the paper and stick with the plan or I’ll be flopping all over , not accomplishing anything. Goal. Engage. Execute. GEE

Hens are very displease with me; I’m terrible, the neighbors too loud, there is a shortage of greens, life it intolerable for spoiled chicken-kind so they are showing signs of a strike. If I don’t meet their demands, they will start withholding eggy-kinds for extended periods, not just this small warning strike/face off we are experiencing. Both Bronte and Rossetti come into the coop to scold me when I’m scraping their bounce board. ‘eeEEEErrrRRR! mmmEEErrrrrr? cluck-bockbock!’ (like ‘wtf! get out of our bedroom and fetch the greens, nitwit!). Guilty as charged. I’m a bad chicken mother.

So in closing (because I am now stalling), I wish you all an awesome weekend -- get out and garden or at least be outside and enjoy!

#catholic gardener #gardening #garden #urban homestead #permaculture #the great potato experiments of 2023 #hens #possible egg shortage #summer garden #failure #winter garden #garden planning #positive vibes only #channeling my inner 'oddball' as a gardener #joking #kelly's heros #character Oddball #donald sutherland #wow this is off on a tangent

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jedusaur · 11 months

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good things this week:

a story from one of my books made the Best American Science Fiction and Fantasy longlist! "Folded Into Tendril and Leaf" by Bogi Takács, from Xenocultivars, was chosen as a "notable work" i.e. John Joseph Adams selected it as one of the top 40 fantasy stories published last year (40 might sound like a lot if you aren't tapped into the world of short SFF, but trust me it is not)

this week's Ted Lasso ep made me believe there's a genuine chance they might actually resolve the love triangle with a triad in the finale next week. I have never particularly needed canon to validate my ships but also I have never particularly thought there was a significant chance they would, especially for a poly ship, and right now I want it to happen so goddamn bad come on guys come on come ooooon

I was extremely on my cooking bullshit this week, the highlights being almond croissants and some KILLER potatoes au gratin—I used the rest of the dill havarti from last week's cheese board and it was SO good. also did soy chicken fritters with spinach and lemon-garlic aioli that was really good too

I just found out that in soccer the equivalent of pulling the goalie for a sixth skater is just... the goalie running forward and joining the play?? here is a DELIGHTFUL compilation video of goalies scoring (the one at 3:40 is especially excellent). imagine this in hockey, you guys. imagine Mike Smith waltzing into the attacking zone with the puck. we could have had it aaaaalllllll

I'm working on an OT3-themed cocktail trio (I REALLY WANT IT OKAY) and having fun with it, been a few years since I last got really into creating a themed cocktail menu

a couple days ago I woke up super early and couldn't get back to sleep so I decided to drive to the beach and catch the sunrise over Lake Washington, it was lovely :)

I mapped out sun and shade coverage in my yard hourly over the course of a full day, which should help me plan my planting better in the future

buzzed the back and sides of my hair, I always feel better when I'm not all shaggy

did a very stressful thing (which could turn out to be good, don't know yet) and Steph was incredibly patient and supportive and helpful while I was a mess <3

one of my siblings made me a playlist based on a conversation we had about music preferences like four months ago, which was a surprise and very thoughtful

more plants! the tomatoes are starting to blossom, and my pumpkin emerged and is very squat and sturdy and I love her

#good things #life #speculatively queer #ted lasso #fandom #cooking #baking #soccer #cocktails #seattle #plants #steph #music #family

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mlobsters · 8 months

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supernatural s8e17 goodbye stranger (w. robbie thompson)

ps earlier today i was giggling slightly hysterically over the fact that they killed zeus in the last episode. no big. at least with the osiris last season they just put him down for a couple hundred years

pps in the recap when rachel miner-meg says her name like "mehg" very canada/upper midwest. mehg like behg (bag). when i first moved to minnesota, one of the things they ask you at stores there when you're checking out is "receipt with you or in the bag?" and i was 100% not expecting this question, combined with the accent on bag (long a, eh sound) i was... so utterly bewildered. i asked her to repeat it and i still didn't get it. i think after processing another 10 seconds i finally figured it out. whew. just when you think you know everything to expect at a familiar store in a new place... my anxiety does not thank you

good thing the cas stuff is in this recap because i completely forgot about this whole brainwashed to kill an angel business

that's a lot of dead deans

not the spear of destiny. didn't you watch constantine, dean?

s8e17 / constantine (2005)

dean stop being a child and touching the stuff trying to get sam's attention

DEAN Hey. You listening to me? SAM Yeah. It's, uh... Fascinating stuff. You should probably, uh, write it all down in your journal for the archives, you know? DEAN Yeah, thanks. You're a lot of help. [SAM coughs in the background.] Hey, Doc Holliday, you all right over there?

good sibling stuff. little on the nose with the tuberculosis reference

SAM I don't know. Worth a shot, though. I'll grab my gear. We should probably leave in five. DEAN Mm-hmm. SAM 'Less, of course, you need some more time with Miss October. DEAN What? Oh. Yeah. Yeah, make it 10.

more extremely normal sibling behavior. make a joke about jerking off with the vintage porn, but take it seriously and make that face. fraternal all the way. then distract us from them flirting with the Bloody Napkin. this show, man.

DEAN Put this on your shoulder. [DEAN tosses a cold pack at SAM who is seated on the couch, SAM throws it on the floor, clears his throat. DEAN sits down next to SAM. CASTIEL walks into the room.] SAM I'm fine.

stop trying to take care of me, dean >:|

DEAN Well, he puts the "ass" in "Cas," huh?

good one, dean-o

SAM He's definitely off. DEAN Off? He hasn't been right since he got back from Purgatory. We still don't know how he got out of there. SAM I don't know, Dean. If he's so sketchy, then why were you praying to him? CASTIEL (V O) You know, I can hear you both. I am a celestial being.

i laughed. teacher's mad

WENDY RICE Sam and Dean Winchester. Oh, the thoughts she had about you two. Mostly you, Sam. What can I say? She has a thing for smutton chops.

SMUTton chops????? a) i love the mutton chop shade see my sideburns tags b) WHAT. laughed until i literally cried and wheezed

meg with the leia star wars quote was very cute

MEG You really do know how to make a girl's nethers quiver, don't you? CASTIEL I am aware of how to do that. Although it doesn't usually involve cleaning wounds.

shows what you know, cas

MEG Really? You remember everything? [She looks fondly at CASTIEL.] CASTIEL If you're referring to the pizza man... Yes, I remember the pizza man. And it's a good memory.

i hope he doesn't kill her

DEAN Good times. You really think we can trust, uh, Meg-stiel?

lol okay. this is a very fannish episode

MEG I miss the simplicity. I was bad. You were good. Life was easier. Now it's all so messy. I'm kind of good, which sucks. And you're kind of bad -- which is actually all manner of hot. We survive this… I'm gonna order some pizza and we're gonna move some furniture around. You understand?

now i'm kinda crushin on meg

MEG You're not gonna tell me? Seriously? How am I not team Sam? Fine. Whatever it is, you okay dying over it? You don't want to say, fine. But remember, I spent time in that walking corpse of yours. I know your sad, little thoughts and feelings. SAM That's creepy. MEG Here's what I remember. Deep down, in parts you never let see the light of day, you want to live a long, normal life away from creepy old things like me. SAM I do. You know, I spent last year with... someone, and, um... now I know that's actually possible.

really. lol at me crying over this bullshit. in the sam feelings too deep

DEAN I know you can hear me. Cas… It's me. We're family. We need you. I need you.

the power of dean begging can break even the heavenly mind control

they were giving meg the jo/ellen treatment in this episode, should have seen that coming. glad she got a good sendoff, if she had to go

after sam says he's sorry and that he should have told him, dean takes a big breath, like a relieved sigh and it's a good little moment

DEAN Listen, I may not be able to carry the burden that comes along with these trials... But I can carry you. SAM You... realize you kind of just quoted "Lord of the Rings," right? DEAN Come on, man. But it's the Rudy Hobbit, all right? Rudy Hobbit always gets a pass.

definitely gotta deflect from all those messy emotions

well like meg (rip) said, i laughed. i cried.

read a bit about rachel miner, was wondering if there was a health situation. looked like she was having some mobility issues last couple episodes she's been in

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 8x17 #sideburns #chopsurveillance #smutton chops #robbie thompson #rip meg #meg masters #rachel miner #castiel

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ryqoshay · 7 months

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How to Handle a Nico: Last Picnic

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: 629 Rating: G Time Frame: Early adulthood, Nico owns an idol protection company and Maki is working through her residency Prompt: Nightmare

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Author's Note: Primary entry for the 13th

Summary: Nico and Maki go on a picnic

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Nico hummed happily as she walked with pep in her step. Under different circumstances, she may have skipped, but not while she was carrying stuff, nor while holding the arm of her fiancée. Well… maybe on occasion in the latter situation, if only to embarrass said fiancée.

“Someone is certainly happy.” Maki teased, though her tone indicated she was in equally high spirits.

“Of course!” Nico replied. “It’s feels like forever since Nico got to spend an entire day with her favoritest Maki-chan, and even longer since she went on a picnic with her.”

“Mm.” Maki hummed in approval.

Indeed it had been a busy summer for both women. And despite the lovely weather, most days they were able to find time to be together they just wanted to stay in and just enjoy each other’s company. However, the turning leaves was a reminder of how precious few more days they had before the snow started flying and certain outdoor activities would no longer be possible.

Thus, with a rare, shared weekend off, here they were, at a local park. The air was crisp, but not uncomfortably so, as the wind was low, and the sun was pleasant. And both women had opted for layers they could don or doff as desired. It was time for the year’s last picnic.

“Let’s see…” Nico scanned the area.

It seemed the couple were not the only ones trying to squeeze in one last outdoor meal before the cold fully settled in. Most of the metal tables were occupied, but that was fine as Maki was carrying a blanket they could lay out. The BBQ stations were also mostly taken, but Nico had already taken care of what needed to be cooked for their meal. And given the ambient temp, a sunny spot was preferable over shade, so…

“How about there?” Maki motioned before leading the way.

“Perfect.” Nico nodded before setting down her basket.

The couple spread their blanket out and claimed spots upon it. Nico then started to unpack the food.

“Mm, katsu sadno…” Maki murmured as the named item was pulled out.

Nico smiled at the approval before setting out the potato salad. Next was the castella cake. And of course, there was…

“Nico-chan?”

Nico felt around in the basket. Where were they? She tipped it toward her to visually aid her search, but to no avail.

“Uhm… sorry, Maki-chan… I… I forgot the tomatoes…”

“YOU WHAT?!”

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“… -chan…”

Nico startled awake.

“Nico-chan?”

Nico’s vision adjusted to the darkness in the room enough to see her fiancée’s concerned face and she jolted away.

“Ni… co-chan?” Maki was obviously taken aback.

Nico winced at her own behavior. A dream. It was just a dream.

“Sorry, Maki-chan.” Nico slid back toward the other woman. “It’s just… I, uhm…”

“Bad dream?”

Nico nodded and sighed. “We were on a picnic and I forgot to bring tomatoes and Maki-chan got really mad and turned into a tomato monster.”

Maki pressed her lips together. Her shoulders shook a bit. After a moment, she snorted. “A… tomato monster?”

“Yeah… kinda silly now that I say it out loud.”

“I told you stuff like this could happen if you let Nozomi keep goading you into horror movie marathons.”

“But it’s our annual tradition!”

“I know…” Maki sighed.

“And we’ll get you and Eli to join eventually.”

“I highly doubt that. Anyway, want me to get you some water or something?”

“Thanks, but I’ll be fine just snuggling with my Maki-chan.”

“Even though I was a tomato monster?”

“Yup.” Nico giggled and pulled her fiancée closer.

“But you know, a picnic without tomatoes… That does sound like a nightmare.”

“Ne, Maki-chan.”

“Mm?”

“Can we go on a picnic this weekend?”

“Sure, but don’t forget the tomatoes.”

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Author's Note Continued: I don't know why this ended up being my idea for this prompt, but I'm not complaining. I mean yeah, Picnic was the '22 prompt, and I sneaked in Metal from '21 in the same way I did last year. But the whole tomato monster nightmare thing just came as a silly passing thought... which I then couldn't stop thinking about. So I wrote this.

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa NIco #How to Handle a Nico #Love Live #fanfic #Promptober 2023

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golbrocklovely · 1 year

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Helloo guys! I'm new to the fandom and i just want to know who do we fuck with and who we don't who's done our boys dirty and who's an actual good friend of theirs

( My bestfriend was the one who introduced me to the fandom w said ur page was the best❤️)

hi anon, welcome to the fandom :)

first off, that's nice that your friend recommended me. i feel famous now haha

okay, this got RIDICULOUSLY long so........ my apologies i give thorough notes lol

for friends of snc, i would say most of the ppl they hang with currently are good ppl. none of them seem overly weird or user-y just yet. bc snc mostly stick to themselves and kat and that's about it, so it's a bit hard to know who they actually are close to outside one another.

as for friends to be wary of, that's gonna be a bit of a doozy to explain lol

short answer: elton and corey. here's a post about elton that explains and gives more details about all of his shady stuff. corey gets added on bc he tags along with elton for all of his shit and is basically his lap dog so… fuck the both of them.

jake is a bit questionable, since he was shady in the past towards them. but i don't really think he's that bad comparatively to other ppl. plus he was like the only one from their old friend group that actually sent colby well wishes when he announced he had cancer.

their old friend group which includes but is not limited to tarayummy, kevin langue, mike's dead, reggie webber, all of them and some more have at one point or another been shady towards snc. or outright ignore that they ever existed to them, which is weird. you can fuck with them if you want. honestly, i don't care. i know i'm still a fan of aryia (badboywolfy) who seems to be on okay terms with colby/snc.

a lot of the shade thrown at snc from old friends hasn't been recent, so i'm willing to give some leeway with some of them.

there are about three ppl that colby hangs out with that i don't like, and have made that very clear on here. first off is brennen. i recommend you check out this account to learn why we don't like him. collectively most of the fandom doesn't like him. and if all of that shit wasn't bad enough, he also is just a clout chaser and uses colby whenever he can for videos which is just lame.

next person is shea, a girl that colby has done a couple collabs with over the years (mostly in 2017). to sum up what she's done in the most basic and quickest of terms - she's really obsessed with colby. she's been in gcs for years telling fans personal info about him, lies to them and tells them that she's dating him when he's clearly not with her like that, has told gcs info about other ppl in colby's life (that was a girl) so that fans would know this person and him weren't dating, has liked edits shitting on amber scholl (who we love dearly) and other girls colby is friends with, and when called out for it didn't say anything publicly but privately told her gcs the apology. then when she finally apologize publicly, continued to do it regardless. she also may or may not have talked shit about a fan that was into colby in said gcs and then blocked her and then when asked about the fan pretended to not know who that person was. when colby and her seemed to not be on the best of terms, she liked comments blaming the fandom for ruining their friendship.

so… yeah.

and then stas is the last person i don't like. she's very similar to shea in some regards, ie gcs. basically for a while has been telling fans info about colby, like what he smells like and shit like that. she would like edits shipping him with her (shea also did this a lot too, the difference was that colby also would like edits doing this. with stas, not so much.) she would constantly like and unlike things pairing them together. then last year, during a trip to europe - she started sharing her (and subsequently snc and kat's) location with fans which was how some fans found them. her mom was also sharing stuff on her facebook and fans noticed. stas' roommate is also in the know about fandom drama and likes things related to that on twitter. also during this trip, colby posted a snapchat that was of stas dancing that had "malishka" as the caption - which means babygirl/baby in russian (which is what stas is). this caused TONS of fans on twitter to congratulate colby and her on "finally" coming out as a couple, and she liked tweets about it. but it's very clear from the fact that colby was hella drunk during this festival that they all went to and the fact he doesn't know russian that clearly stas made him write it (or wrote it herself on his snap). colby has also constantly claim to be single all this time. they all came home from europe, colby hung out with her once more. stas has a sub-based thing on insta and fanfix where she posts bts of her life, and she posted she was going out on a date and in reality she and colby (along with a bunch of other ppl) were hanging out and going to a club. aka she was trying to make it seem as if she was going out with colby.

after that, colby kept some distance between him and her. i think something happened, but we don't know for sure. colby deleted comments on a tiktok shipping them together, colby told both snapchat and xplrclub that he was very much single and not looking for a gf rn, colby went on "date" with some girl and stas tweeted (and deleted) "wow.. sometimes the people you think who really care shock you the most" and "it was never real and meant nothing to you" and "lies". she also started a poetry insta and clearly wrote about him on there. she's also made tiktoks that can be seen as about him as well. she also still to this day on her sub-based content platform posts pics of her and colby behind a paywall.

i think her and him are on good terms now, but clearly something happened between them. and not in the "they dated and broke up and things were messy" kind of way. more like she was into him, he wasn't into her, and then things got messy and she took it out on him online and in front of fans.

so that's why i don't really like her. but if you want to like any of these ppl (maybe besides brennen and elton) you can. i don't fault ppl for liking whoever they do. god knows snc have done some questionable shit in the past. no one is perfect.

sorry this was really long lol i figured i would get it all out of the way so you don't have to do too much digging. there's probably more i could have added, but this is the... general gist lol

#ask #personal #cb ll #tc4

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