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aconstantstateofbladerunner · 6 months

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Fanfic Thieves on Youtube

A collection of youtube channels have been uploading preexisting fanfictions in videos with little to no credit to the original authors. These are not podfics, these channels copy-paste the fics into text-to-speech readers then upload the unaltered audio over static or unrelated backgrounds, either art that is also stolen or mobile game footage. In addition to not naming the authors, they alter the title to make it that much harder for readers to recognize or find the original uploads. Some go so far as to pretend they themselves are creating the fics in question. Many claim that their stealing actually helps give fics "exposure" despite the intentional steps they take to conceal the origins of the fics they profit off of. However, this practice has lead many authors to discontinue fics after the frustration of having their hard work stolen. Many of these channels claim they will remove videos upon request, but will either argue with the author in order to keep it up, or simply unlist the video for a time until they think the author isn't paying attention anymore. And their solution to receiving strikes against their channels in the past has been to further obfuscate the origins of their content instead of even considering asking first.

”I got caught stealing, so instead of not stealing anymore, I’m doubling down on stealing even more so it’s harder for people to find out and prove I’m stealing. Stealing doesn't count if the specific person I stole from didn't call me out. I am the real victim.”

That, plus the incessant tag scumming in all the videos (spamming unrelated tags in order to appear in more search results) proves to me that these are lazy attention seekers who don't want to put in creative effort when they could just leech off of the passion of others.

In order to report them, go to their channel's "About" page and click the flag icon. Said icon might be behind the three dots in the top bar on mobile. Go to "Report User" at the bottom and tick the "spam and scams" button. This will allow you to list multiple videos as offenders instead of reporting them individually. Youtube's policy states that video spam constitutes:

Massively uploading content that you scraped from other creators.

Auto-generated content that computers post without regard for quality or viewer experience.

If you recognize one of your fics among the stolen, say so in the additional comments box, and perhaps call out the channel directly in the video's comments. If you recognize someone else's fic, please let the original author know so they can report the channel as well. Many have been confronted for stealing previously and refuse to admit wrongdoing.

Most of what I've found has been My Hero Academia fics since that's my fandom and those are the ones I can recognize as stolen, but there are many other channels that steal from other fandoms, so I invite anyone and everyone to reblog this with their own findings.

The reality is that this extremely low-effort content and new youtube channels are both very easy to make, so most likely they'll start new channels once the ones on this list are run through. But hopefully, if we all work together and keep whacking these moles, perhaps we can instill that same defeatism they caused so many creators who didn't deserve it, and eventually they'll give up.

My sincerest thanks to everyone who helped bring additional channels to my attention. A special thanks to ao3 user InArduisFidelis who brought the initial attention to the issue, and @owlf45 whose work was stolen.

Links under the cut.

YurikoFanfics - Not only stole content, but acted in comments as though they were the one writing these stories.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@YurikoFanfics

What-IF-Anime - Has the exact same "disclaimer" about not being the original author as the one above. Either they're the same person or the thieves are stealing from each other.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@What-IF-Anime

quirkywhatif7 - Either an alt of the above, or all these people are talking to one another because this one made a community post identical to a comment the one above made in response to being called out (the above screenshots).

https://www.youtube.com/@quirkywhatif7/about

DekuFanfic - It's the same fucking guy again.

https://www.youtube.com/@DekuFanfic/about

InfiniteParadoxfanfics - Nothing notable, same deal as the others.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@InfiniteParadoxfanfics/about

WhatIfAnimeChannel - Admits in their community posts that other people write the fics they post but still doesn't give credit. Migrated to a new channel after issues with youtube, likely being flagged previously.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@WhatIfAnimeChannel/about

WhatIfAnimeAll - Alt of above.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@WhatIfAnimeAll

FWNWorld - Makes sure to tell you that the videogame footage is theirs, but can't bother to credit anyone else.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@FWNWorld/about

WTFW - Claims to have "[A] team of talented writers, voice actors, and artists work together to create immersive fan fiction stories that are sure to captivate your imagination." Just the same test-to-speech stolen content over videogames. So straight up lying claiming that everything is theirs (and that anything they make is quality).

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@WTFW

MHA2.0Fanfics - Lots of crossover theft.

https://www.youtube.com/@MHA2.0Fanfics/about

Collerwhatiif - Pretty sure this one is the same guy as the previous 2, also has one for another fandom.

https://www.youtube.com/@Collerwhatiif/about

https://www.youtube.com/@GoJoFanfiction/videos

ko_sensei - Another that claims to have a "team" that makes the stories they steal: " passionate about creating compelling and engaging fanfiction that explores the various "what ifs" in the anime universe."

https://www.youtube.com/@ko_sensei/about

FantasticWhatIf - Multifandom stealing, uses the exact same bs disclaimer as many others.

https://www.youtube.com/@FantasticWhatIf/about

LettuceHeadFanfics - No credit, no acknowledgement of anything. Next one is an alt.

https://www.youtube.com/@LettuceHeadFanfics/about

brocollifanfics - Alt of above, once again admits to stealing with a declaration of "☆If you want to takedown any videos. You can mail us or leave a comment below the video☆"

https://www.youtube.com/@brocollifanfics/about

whatifofficial786 - Focuses on MHA/Naruto crossovers. Identical format.

https://www.youtube.com/@whatifofficial786/about

NotWhatIf - I've lost track of who's an alt of who but yet another identical format, descriptions, and bullshit claims of "enhancing the viewer experience" by putting a robot voice over bootleg fortnite footage.

https://www.youtube.com/@NotWhatIf/about

weebxds - Same again.

https://www.youtube.com/@weebxds/about

ItachiFanfics - Naruto channel, we can at least confirm that this one is run by a human given the rare different descriptions and a real voice at the beginning of videos before the robot comes back.

https://www.youtube.com/@ItachiFanfics/about

WhatIfDN - As if mockingly, a bunch of videos have a "credit" section in their descriptions that is of course blank.

https://www.youtube.com/@WhatIfDN/about

SpiceandBooks and spiceandfiction - Apparently Youtube itself has started picking up on the bullshit, because this multifandom channel is being dinged as ai spam so they started a new one.

https://www.youtube.com/@SpiceandBooks/about

https://www.youtube.com/@spiceandfiction/about

theoriginalastra - Doesn't even bother with disclaimers, the following are multiple alts/potential alts for different fandoms.

https://www.youtube.com/@theoriginalastra/about

SillySenpai12 - Highschool DXD alt.

https://www.youtube.com/@SillySenpai12/about

RosieRealms - Naruto alt.

https://www.youtube.com/@RosieRealms/about

DekuWhatIfs - Potentially another astra alt but not sure, doesn't matter because all these channels do the same thing anyway.

AnimeStark688 - No credits or disclaimers.

https://www.youtube.com/@AnimeStark688/about

Please take the time to report these channels, spread this post around, and reblog with any additional offending channels you find.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #naruto #highschool dxd #the debacle #mha #bnha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #naruto fanfiction

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seuonji · 7 months

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彡 things they left with you before leaving for tour.

notes ๑ gift giving! headcanons. reader and svt member does not live together!

genre ๑ fluff

warnings ๑ none

word count ๑ 1k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

seungcheol left you the key to his home.

you’re free to go there whenever you want but he mainly gave it so that you have access to his closet!! it’s also to allow you to see kkuma.

whenever you’re there you always send him a selfie to show how the house is doing. he especially loves the photos that contains you and kkuma on his bed.

yn: [photo attachment]

yn: i changed kkuma’s hairpin today, doesn’t she look cute?

cheol: you both look adorable♡

jeonghan left you tons of his oversized shirts.

tons as in it could probably last you until he comes back. but he leaves the ones that hold some type of meaning.

he’d totally give you a whole presentation while unpacking the clothes on why he’s giving it to you.

he left you the shirt that he wore on your first date. he left you another shirt that you complimented. another one he left was one that you described as, ‘looks very comfortable.’ another was in your favourite colour while another was in your least favourite colour,, he asked you to send him photos of you specifically in that one.

he gave them with the intention that though he’s not there, you won’t feel alone at night.

he loves it when he calls and sees you wearing them!

joshua left you countless of letters he wrote.

just in case he’s not on his phone enough, to keep his presence with you, he wrote different letters. one for you to read when you’re sad, one for when you felt doubtful, another for when you felt scared.

he wrote letters for any feeling you may feel while he’s gone whether it was sorrow, anger or joy.

one day you were missing him, a lot. so you opened the letter that had ‘read when you feel alone.’ written on it.

‘yn, you’re feeling alone? cause im not there, right( ˊ̱uˋ̱ )?‘ he joked with you even through writing. ‘i know it’s a long wait but i’ll be back soon and we’ll be in bed watching movies together. i’m always thinking about you. i may not be one call away because…what if i’m on stage? but you’re still my number one priority, i hope you know that.’

it’s just long texts of reassurance that he loves you and suggestions of things you can do while you wait for him and honestly, as you read the letters, the more it felt like he was actually there.

jun left you a polaroid.

he aswell provided the films but the films were the same amount as the number of days he’d be gone.

he asked you take a picture of something everyday whether it was the scenery or something you were doing. you could either label them or keep it in a photo card binder. he wants you to talk about it with him when he comes back.

total plus if you like journaling/photography!!

soonyoung left you a heart locket necklace.

it had funny pictures of you and him on one side and the other side had a picture of you two cuddling.

he has a matching one of course! his one has so many scratches because of how much he kept opening it.

notably, he left you a cute tiger plush that was almost your size.

“think of him as if he’s me.”

“that’s weird youngie…”

idk why but initially i imagined he’d leave you a body pillow with him printed on it.

wonwoo left you his console so that you can help him keep up with his games. just kidding.

if you like reading, he definitely leaves you some books he’s collected over the years. he’d even buy books that are of your taste if his isn’t your style. he gave it so that you’d have something to preoccupy your time.

if you aren’t too into reading, he left you things that supports the hobbies you do. if you like art, he buys you paint, if you like knitting he’d buy you yarn. he finds joy in your passion.

jihoon left you a usb filled with movies and shows on it. he even provided snacks!

he loved hearing your opinions about shows/movies he liked. since you two were going to be apart, he thought you’d have more time to watch them.

when you did watch the said movie/show, he’d instantly call and listen to your opinions intently. he might end up falling for you all over again! but also it could end up in an endless banter—

“what did you think of that character?“ he asked excitedly but there was a touch of tiredness in his voice.

“they were okay,” you casually answered.

“just okay!?” suddenly the tiredness was gone.

“i said what i said!”

seokmin left you a jar filled with origami hearts, cranes, airplanes, stars and even some of your favourite animals.

as you unfold them, there’s small messages written in them. it had messages of affirmations to song/food/movie recommendations.

he looks forward to your response to the letter you opened that day.

“the one i opened today was a good one,” you said smiling.

“really, what’s wrong with the other ones? why aren’t they as good?” he asked in a whining tone.

“the one i opened yesterday said ‘listen to aju nice by seventeen.’” you recalled monotonously.

“what’s wrong with that?”

“anyways the one i opened today said to ‘eat pizza while thinking about me.’” you brushed off the previous topic.

“ah, that’s a good one, even i’m jealous.”

“you wrote it?”

“still, why would you have pizza without me…”

also, he made tons of it lasted even until he came back.

mingyu left you a cookbook of things he usually cooks for you.

the first few pages were your favourite meals hes cooked for you. they’re key parts are highlighted in your favourite colours and he even places in affirmations in free spaces. the middle pages are random meals you don’t necessarily like but,, he needed to fill in the pages. the last few pages are your favourite deserts!

minghao left you the experience of having permanent bracelets with someone.

he brought you to the store and you got a bracelet in his in his favourite colour as he got one with yours. you both spent hours just admiring the way it shined and he couldn’t stop taking pictures of it.

“now, no matter the distance, you’ll still have a piece of me that’s always with you,” he said.

seungkwan left you a self care pack.

there was skincare products, your favourite snacks and cds of your favourite films. they were each labelled with tags of why he gave those specific items.

‘you’ve always liked these, enjoy them.’ labelled on the snacks.

‘please use this, take care of your skin okay?’ labelled on the skincare.

‘don’t get too bored just cause im not there.” labelled on the cds

it’s as if he was taking care of you without because there.

vernon left you a pet fish (?)

questionable but at least you’re not completely alone. also he got consent before he bought it so, it was okay. but he also left you some of his jackets and beanies but if it was summer he’d leave you baseball caps. yknow, the sensible gifts.

it’s the thought that counts!

whenever he gets the time he’d call you to check on the fish.

and you as well, of course.

chan left you a box full of snacks.

he’s bringing the same snacks with him in his bag. he plans to call you every night so you two can talk about your day while eating the same snacks so that it seems like you two are together.

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gentlyweeps-world · 2 months

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summer fling

summary: a summer fling turns into more after lance tells the truth.

pairing: lance stroll x reader

warnings: none

genre: fluff!!

notes: I’ve been on a lance kick recently!! sorry for the infrequent uploads, I’ve been very busy recently. send in any requests 🫶

words: 1.1k

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

You had met Lance at a fancy restaurant during yours- and coincidentally his summer break. You didn't know who he was, all you knew was that he was hot and sweet, a perfect combination for a summer fling!

“So where are you from?” Lance had asked, some fancy drink in his hand as he stood by you at your table, “Why do you want to know? For all I know you could be a secret killer..” You had replied with a grin, wanting to keep him on his toes.

“Aww..c’mon, I just want to get to know you..” He responded with a smile, not sensing any harm in your words, or rather any resentment.

“Fine..you can sit down and get to know me…”

That had been maybe a week ago, know you and Lance text, call and hang out frequently, you didn't mind it. You quite liked him actually, but it was supposed to be a summer fling, not a full fledged romance, but hey…maybe it wouldn't hurt.

You still didn't know much about him, he said he didn't have social media so you didn't bother trying to dig up anything, not really caring that much about it, but you did know he had money.

“Okay, no! Thats so ugly!” You say with a giggle as you lay on Lances chest, him scrolling through some cars he liked, Lance let out a fake offended gasp, “That is not ugly!”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night….” You respond with a smile. "Don't make fun of my car choices." He replied, his tone clearly playful- he didn't actually care.

You laid there, resting your head on his chest as your fingers intertwined with his, your thumb stroking his hand. You looked up at him, watching his mouth form words as he scrolled through his camera roll.

You looked away, not wanting him to notice you looking. Your thoughts were scattered, you had no idea what you wanted from him. You had grown close, closer than you had ever thought. But for what?

I mean you didn’t even know what he did for a living, he never brought up that kind of stuff. Should you ask? No..no don’t ruin the mood.

So you didn’t ask, you just went on with how things were not asking any questions, not wanting to ruin anything.

But he had stopped texting or calling frequently, even hanging out, it was weird. Maybe he was hiding something from you?

But one night you had gotten a text, two tickets to a Canadian Grand Prix? Formula One? You had heard of it, but didn’t really care.

Then your phone popped up with a face time request from Lance.

“Hey uhm- what’s up with the tickets?” You ask, confusion evident in your face and words.

"Oh those?" Lance looked away from the camera for a second, he was trying to hide the genuine excitement from his face. It was quite hard.

"I thought it would be nice to take a trip over to the race, you don't have to go with but if you want to-" He stopped himself, he was being too desperate.

"It's not a big deal.." It was clear he wanted you to say yes, very desperately.

“No..no it’s okay! It sounds fun, I’ll make sure I can go..but why Formula One?” You ask, feeling like he was hiding something.

He was shocked for a second, how had you not made the connection? He had been so subtle about his passion for cars, he figured it to be clear.

“I uhm- I work in Formula One..kind of..” He says, clearly avoiding the topic. “Oh okay that’s cool..well I’m sure it’ll be fun..” You say with a smile, not wanting to press into the topic.

Lance sighs in relief, you didn’t press him on this topic. It was something he wanted to keep to himself for the time being, just until he felt comfortable with you.

But you weren’t just some summer fling anymore, he had developed genuine feelings towards you.

“Wow..okay this is fancy..” You say, stepping onto a jet that’ll take you to the Grand Prix.

"Yeah, it is.." He was more used to seeing this sort of environment, but for you it was probably quite impressive.

“Lance- why are there so many people..” You whisper out, clutching his hand as you two are ushered out of the airport, people shouting for his autograph on hats- or asking for a picture.

“I’ll tell you once we get to the hotel..” He says with a sigh and small smile, squeezing your hand.

You first thought that maybe he was a very rich well-known bachelor- although that wouldn’t have made sense.

You were nervous, anxious. What was he going to tell you?

“I’m a formula one driver for Aston Martin..and my father owns the team..” Lance says, looking up at you from his spot on the bed, nervously fidgeting with his fingers.

Well that was certainly not what you were expecting.

Your eyes widen at that statement, you didn't really want to believe it, but the pieces all fit together. The jet ride, the crowd of people, the way everyone was taking pictures of him.

"You- your dad owns the team?" You ask cautiously. What did this mean for you? Were you considered a "trophy" to him? Your mind was racing- you didn't know how to feel.

"Y-yeah.." He responds nervously, you could tell he was worried about your reaction. He had always expected that reaction with anyone he told the truth.

You weren't expected to understand or want to be around that. He didn't blame you. You were different.

"I understand if you want to leave or-" His voice trails off, he's waiting for you to speak up.

“No! No..it’s okay, just a lot to take in, yknow? You could’ve told me..” You say with a chuckle, walking over to him, standing between his legs.

His eyes widened at the suddenness of this encounter. You were standing between his legs, he had expected you to run off, not this.

"I wanted to, but I felt it wasn't right- especially not until I knew how you felt." He said softly, not really letting his eyes wander.

There was a soft smile on his face.

“Right..just don’t do that again..” You say with a giggle, reaching for one of his hands to lace your fingers together.

“And just know it’s not “daddy’s money’” Lance says, looking up at you.

You nod your head, giving him a small smile.

Now you know why he didn’t want to tell you.

“So..I guess we’re official, huh?” Lance says with a chuckle, you smile softly at him. “I guess so..”

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astrologuzzy · 10 months

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✿ MORE ASTRO OBSERVASHUNS ✿

I’m back to spill more astrology observations, lessgetit!!! ˃̵ᴗ˂̵

Also, quick reminder that these are just MY observations and opinions I’ve gathered, so take what resonates and leave what doesn’t! mwahhh 😽💋

☆ 𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 seem to really like physical displays of affection very much. Every Gemini I knew always loved giving hugs specifically lol. They may enjoy physical touch as a love language.

★ I often notice how 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 aren’t scared to give their opinions no matter how controversial they may be. They don’t care if people agree, if they truly believe in it then they will share it and whoever disagrees can kiss their own ass. Which can seem intimidating to many especially with how much intensity and passion Scorpio brings to the table.

☆ I find it so easy to spot someone with 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. You guys give a very mellow and grounded energy that is very specific to Earth signs. Y’all have that signature down to earth presence or a very firm/calm tone of voice that I recognize instantly even thru text lol.

★ Everyone wants to call Leos the most “cocky” sign but have y’all seen 𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈? They’re the real culprit here lol. These guys are number one fans of themselves (do I even need to make examples lol) and I respect it tbh.

☆ Speaking of 𝐋𝐄𝐎, they love to just disappear for like days or weeks straight out of absolutely nowhere and then come back like nothing happened and resume from where they left off. Like sir, are you not gonna explain why you just ghosted everybody? Lol like are you gonna explain where you was? (double points if that Leo has Sagittarius or Aquarius influences in chart cos they’re even more prone to going mia).

★ When people have 𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 in their big 6 or heavy Mars influence in the chart I notice that they tend to sound/come across way ruder than they’re actually being lol. They can be very dominant and intimidating in conversations. You’d think they’re angry or being mean but they’re just asking you to pass them the water bottle lmao. Often I think they don’t even realize that themselves since they’re just built that way.

☆ People with 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎 & 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 in their big 3 together kinda scare me lol (in a good way). They usually are very into occult stuff and/or are strongly religious and showcase it very openly and firmly. Sometimes they just have a very intimidating aura/demeanor to them. I notice how they frequently tend to be very into dark colors and themes/styles too. They don’t f*ck around at all. Love y’all 💚

★ People with a 𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐔𝐍 usually have their Moon sign qualities be more noticeable. With Geminis I tend to catch onto their Moon sign behavior before I realize that they’re a Gemini. Could be a mutable thing where they’re versatile enough that their Moon qualities shine more than their sun sign qualities. Very frequently when I try to guess a Gemini’s sun sign I actually guess their Moon sign. They tend to act like their Moon more than other zodiac signs in my experience. They may not even notice it either.

☆ I hope I don’t offend anyone for this one but people with a 𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 (frequently more moon) mother tend to have veryyyy chaotic childhood stories about her. Somehow these moms tend to often be pretty emotionally unhinged people (no offense but in my experience so many of my friends have a mom with a Pisces sun and/or Pisces moon and they all always tell me how their moms have crazy mood swings or a very erratic behavior). I’m honestly so sorry for anyone who had, or still has to deal with such an environment. 🫂💚

★ 𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 & 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 are the best opposite sign duo in astrology imo. I’ve never seen many Geminis or Sags that say they dislike or don’t get that along with one another. We really click well and even I personally can testify that lol. These two always besties.

☆ Also 𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 loooove anything to do with 2D characters or just fictional stuff in general. They love their ffs, romance books, making fan arts or edits. Every Pisces I knew had some kind of obsession with multiple fictional characters or shows and each one of them had accounts dedicated to making art or edits about said characters/shows lol. No matter if it’s a manga, an anime, a video game, a song, a movie or a cartoon, a Pisces placement will most probably romanticize a character or wtv it is they feel resonates with them in some way. I know lotta people do that but Pisces are usually more prone to be very frequent and indulgent with it in my experience. Not judging anyone, just pointing it out lol.

That’s all for todayyy ☀︎

Also please don’t copy or claim my content without credit or consent ♡

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agaypanic · 3 months

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former theater kid as well !! maybe a story about regina with a gf in theater club ?

My Little Star (Regina George X Theater Kid!Reader)

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Summary: Your girlfriend comes to see you in your last high school show.

A/N: depending on which regina you’re envisioning with this, au where everyone has smartphones. post!mean girls regina bc then i wont feel too bad if she seems too ooc. ive been thinking a lot about romeo and juliet lately so the play is romeo and juliet teehee

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If you had told your younger self that at the end of your senior year, you’d be the leading star in your final show and be dating Regina George, she would’ve thought you were insane.

Yet here you were, getting ready for the opening night of Romeo and Juliet while your girlfriend spam-texted you words of encouragement.

Regina <3

You’re gonna do so good, I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU!!!

I was gonna keep it a surprise until after the show, but I got your favorite

*Sent 1 Attachment*

Unlocking your phone to respond, you were greeted with a picture of Regina sitting in the auditorium holding a large bouquet of your favorite flowers. She had a great big smile on her face, her eyes squinting from it.

Your breath hitched. You knew Regina loved you, but the picture radiated her feelings of pride for you. It made you want to run out and smother her in affection.

Instead, you texted her back.

You

OMG you’re literally the sweetest Regina!!

I’ll be looking for you in the audience lol

Regina <3

I’m sitting in the very center, so hopefully I’m easy to spot

Especially with this giant ass bouquet

You laughed at the message and soon got a tap on your shoulder from one of your friends, telling you places were in five minutes.

You

I have to go, we’re gonna start soon

But I’ll be looking for you :))

You waited until you saw a response from Regina before putting your phone in your bag.

Regina <3

YOU’RE GONNA DO AMAZING

BREAK A LEG <3333

DON’T ACTUALLY BREAK A LEG THO

THAT’D BE BAD

I LOVE YOU!!!

Laughing at her stream of messages, you put your phone away and rushed out to your place. As much as you revel in the fact that you had a leading role, you were already waiting for the show to be over so you could see Regina.

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If you had to choose one, the death scene was probably your favorite. It was dramatic, which was always fun, and you got to stab yourself with a retractable blade.

“What’s here? A cup, closed in my true love’s hand?” You took the empty cup out of Romeo’s, whose real name was Jared, stiff hand, inspecting it. “Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: O churl! Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?” You dropped the cup in distress, wondering what to do. Then your eyes fell on Jared’s lips, and you had a revelation. “I will kiss thy lips; Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, to make die with a restorative.”

You held his face gently in your hands and leaned down to kiss him. Every time you went through a kiss scene with Jared, you pretended it was Regina you were kissing. The passion seemed more authentic that way.

You pulled away, staring down at Jared.

“Thy lips are warm.” You said brokenheartedly. You were just barely too late. If only he had waited a while longer to drink the poison so you’d be awake to stop him.

“Lead, boy: which way?” You heard from offstage.

“Yea, noise?” You looked toward the direction of the noise’s source in a panic. “Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger!”

You grabbed Romeo’s dagger and raised it to the audience. And that’s when you caught a glimpse of Regina. Despite the room being dark and her being far away, you could feel her excitement as she watched. You had to stop yourself from smiling.

“This is thy sheath,” You say before shoving the dagger into your heart. You gasp a little and look up. To the audience, you could’ve been looking up to the heavens in your last moments. But you were doing your best to stare into Regina’s eyes that were fixated on you. “There rust, and let me die.”

With that, you fell on top of Jared’s body, doing your best not to crush him as you ‘died.’

The scene continued from there, and you did your best not to move. Your back was killing you from the long show, but eventually, it ended. When you came out for bows, you heard a particularly loud cheer, and you didn’t have to guess who it was. It made you smile even more, so much that your cheeks started getting sore.

When the bows were over, and the cast and crew were finding their friends and family in the audience, you ran to Regina. It was a bit difficult weaving through the crowd, especially in your costume, but eventually, you reached the blonde, who had her arms opened wide and ready to catch you.

“You were amazing!” Regina all but shouted in your ear as she hugged you, squeezing you tightly. “Absolutely showstopping. One day, you’ll be a famous actress.”

“You think too highly of me, Regina.” You said with a giggle, and you were sure that your reddening cheeks were showing through your heavy stage makeup.

You grabbed your girlfriend’s face and kissed her. It was a million times better than pretending you were kissing her instead of Jared when you were on stage. Regina’s hands dropped to your hips, pulling you close against her. When you let out a little moan, you knew you should pull away before you felt like you couldn’t turn back.

“These are for you,” Regina said before biting her slightly swollen lip, giving you the giant bouquet she had gotten for you. One thing about Regina was that she was never cheap.

“I love them.” You smiled, giving her a few pecks.

“Anything for you, my little star.” The nickname made you giddy, made you feel like you were the only ones in this gigantic room. “Now how about you go change, we get some food, and then you sleep over at my house?”

“That sounds perfect.” You kissed Regina again; it was like you were addicted to her lips. “I should go now. If I kiss you anymore, I’ll probably never leave.”

“I definitely wouldn’t complain,” Regina smirked, but agreed that you should go change. She turned you around by the shoulders and gave you a quick pat on the butt to send you on your way, laughing at the way you squealed in surprise.

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digitaldiarystuff · 4 months

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I Hate You

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summary: you and Ruben are haters with benefits when suddenly, you start craving for more

pairing: Ruben Dias x Y/N

genre: angst, fluff, maybe a little suggestive it’s a mix of everything really

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You were about to fall asleep when you heard the door slam meaning Ruben was gone. Today was a stressful day at work and all you wanted to do was to forget, which is why you called him drunk. Your arrangement with him was simple, you hated each other any time other than when you were fucking. It started when you shouted at each other at a house party and ended in you getting screwed against the door of a bathroom mumbling ‘I hate you’s and ‘I know’s.

That’s when you made a deal, this was the only way you could blow off some steam and be in each other’s presence. You of course kept this a secret from everyone, they would never approve of you being haters with benefits with Ruben but you weren’t complaining. It wasn’t emotional, just physical but tonight after having a terrible day with your boss screaming at you nonstop, you wished you could ask him to stay. However, you bit your tongue and let him go, just like every other time.

Your cravings for affection didn’t stop there, you were constantly feeling lonely and this caused in an increase in your calls for Ruben. Before this you called each other maybe once a week but now your hand was reaching to your phone every other day. You could feel his gaze on you wondering what’s going on but he knew you weren’t that close so he never asked. You, once again called him at 1 and he answered groggily.

“Hey”

“Hey, I’m sorry were you sleeping?” you asked already regretting it.

“Yeah, what’s up?” he sounded so tired and you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him to come to you.

“I was just calling to see if I can come over?” This was the first time you were offering to drive to his, any other time you’d meet at your place because it was way more convenient for you.

“I actually have an early training tomorrow and as much as I’d like to shut your fierce mouth, I’m gonna have to pass.” he said and you could hear the smirk on his lips.

“I hate you.” you said

“I know baby.” he replied knowing how much you hated pet names, but this one only made you sad. You hung up with an empty feeling, was this sudden neediness caused by him or by you going through tough times, you wondered. It didn’t matter since either way, Ruben wasn’t the answer for your problems. You hated him and he hated you and you were just fuck buddies.

You tried sleeping but couldn’t so that’s when you decided to open your dating app, you used it every once in a while but stopped after your first time with Ruben. You never had a rule about being exclusive but he fulfilled your every need so you didn’t have the need to look for someone else but tonight, you were lonely and in need of company and you also needed to get Ruben out of your mind at least for a while.

That’s how you met Luke, he matched with you almost immediately and was happy to meet you at this hour. After some inspection you figured it wouldn’t hurt to have him come over and he obliged. He was a very handsome and tall guy with mid length light brown hair and green eyes.

“Hey” you opened the door and he was standing there with a small bouquet of flowers.

“Hi, how did you find an open flower shop?”

“Oh I was just keeping these in the freezer in case a pretty girl like you asked me to come over.” he sassily said.

You spent some time getting to know each other over glasses of wine since you just met and one thing led to another and you found yourself on his lap while he was kissing along your neck and exposed breasts. You were so lost in the moment you didn’t even see the text Ruben sent you.

“Are you still awake?”

You and Luke finished shortly after, which wasn’t anything compared to what you had with Ruben. It was good and you had an orgasm but it lacked the passion you and Ruben shared. When you had sex, it was hot and full of emotion even if they were hatred but you and Luke just satisfied each other. You asked him to stay the night and he could leave in the morning since it was late and he agreed. You were in mood for some cuddles and he gave them to you.

In the morning when you woke up he was already gone and you felt relief. You weren’t in the mood for an awkward conversation where he thinks you’re in love with him but you also couldn’t deny feeling a presence in the bed while sleeping made you feel better and you wished it was Ruben holding you.

It was now 4 p.m. and you were pretty much done for the day, sitting in your office when the door knocked. You went to get it and were surprised to see Ruben standing there.

“What are you doing here?” you asked still mad about last night.

“Hello to you too Y/N, I’m good by the way.” he smiled annoyingly and pushed the door open inviting himself in.

“Ruben I’m serious, why are you here?” you asked as he walked in the kitchen to get something to drink but his steps came to a halt suddenly and you were confused. You followed his gaze and found why he’s being weird. His eyes were set on the flowers Luke brought.

“Who are these from?” he asked after a moment nonchalantly but he slowly walked over to them to find a card inside.

“Just a friend.” you replied not knowing how to put it.

“Do I know the said friend?” he was trying so hard to not be obvious but it was clear he was interested. That’s when you decided to tease him.

“No, you don’t.”

“And he sent you flowers because…” he trailed off hoping you’d finish his sentence.

“He didn’t send me flowers Ruben, look why are we talking about this, why are you here?”

“You didn’t answer my text and I was worried you did something to yourself because you couldn’t have me.” he pouted and you remembered why you hate him, so full of himself.

“I saw your text today but I was busy.”

You walked over to the living space and he followed you.

“Hey, what did you mean when you said he didn’t send me flowers?” he inquired.

“Ruben what’s this interrogation about some flowers?” you asked annoyed.

“Just tell me” he pleaded.

“He didn’t send them, he brought them.”

“When?” his head snapped back.

“Last night.” you answered truthfully

His eyes immediately turned darker and his jaw clenched. You averted your gaze feeling weird about the whole situation. You didn’t think he would be bothered by this.

“I didn’t realize you were seeing other people.” he mumbled under his breath but still kept his cool.

“I mean we’re allowed to, aren’t we? I was feeling lonely and he agreed to keep me company.” you jabbed making him realize this was after Ruben turned you down.

“I didn’t know…” The room fell silent neither of you dared to speak. You took a deep breath.

“Ruben this whole deal isn’t working out for me, I don’t want someone to leave the second they come, I don’t need any titles or a ring but I need more than just hate sex.” you finally confessed.

“I- uhm” he couldn’t even form a sentence but this was enough for you.

“Look I’m not pressuring you into anything Ruben, it’s just, I don’t think this is going to work out.” you breathed and he had a sad face throughout your conversation.

The talk ended minutes ago but Ruben didn’t move a muscle to get out, nor did he speak.

“Are you okay?” you finally asked concerned about his demeanor.

“Yeah, I just think you’d never feel like…” he trailed off again.

“Like what?”

“Like I do.” he said as your eyes met, you couldn’t even tell if he was being serious.

“Ruben look if this is a sick joke, I swear…”

“No Y/N this isn’t a joke. Believe me, it’s been torture pretending like I still hated you because you were definitely doing so and I thought I was going crazy.” he rambled on as you grabbed his collar and crashed your lips into his.

He quickly reciprocated and deepened the kiss while lifting you up just for you to sit on top of him. You hungrily attacked his neck and a loud moan escaped his lips at the contact. You used this opportunity to remove his shirt and kept exploring his body while his hands were on your hips slowly helping you roll back and forth and this time, it was his lips on your neck and behind your ear.

“Ruben” you mewled “Take me to the bedroom”

He happily obliged carefully sitting up and carrying you with your legs wrapped around his waist. He was holding you like you weighted nothing. As he was passing by your kitchen he made a stop, slowly going in. You were utterly confused but let him do so, he held one hand under your hips while picking the flowers from the vase and throwing them in the bin. He definitely was a petty man, your petty man.

“I hate you.” you laughed but didn’t even care about the flowers.

“I know” he smiled back continuing kissing you.

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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Reverb • chapter six

synopsis: after a reluctant trip to the club and a much needed chat with his best friend, EJ makes a spur of the moment decision to visit (y/n), who is currently in Houston for a performance. The pair’s flirtatious friendship and sexual tension all come to a head when he surprises the budding influencer in her hotel room and they enjoy a night of passion. But what awaits them after the steamy hookup and where do they go from here?

content warning: heavy sexual content, porn without plot (almost), fingering, oral sex, backshots, choking, riding, lots of dirty talk, unprotected sex

“But I’m not that stupid. Imma fuck you so good, you’ll forget all about that.”

📝: this has taken me forever and a century to get out, I know so many of y’all were asking about it and I am soooo sorry! But it’ll be resuming regular uploads from hear on out.

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“EJ? W-what are you doing here?!”

the first words to leave your mouth once he broke the kiss. Just as fast, you scrambled to retrieve your phone and end the chat before any more of your personal business could play out in front of the world. Truthfully, it was best that you did because what he had on the forefront of his mind was enough to give them all an eyeful! But right now, you needed to close the door before anyone spotted you two together. Tugging him by his wrist, you’d quickly close it shut and lock it behind you guys.

“Came to see you, why else?” A very obvious answer but one that did little to ease your concern. One, he was supposed to be resting and taking it easy. Last you heard, he had collapsed from exhaustion..so why was he standing in your hotel room? And two…

“I know but…why?” As flattered as you were, it was still confusing! You didn’t think he’d actually show up so soon. Regardless, you weren’t mad that he was here. And it was clear that he just couldn’t wait any longer to pull up as he’d promised. Inching closer, he’d tug you towards him and into another sloppy kiss, this time mumbling against your lips and caressing your back. “Why not? I missed you..is that not a good enough reason?” Of course you didn’t attest and actually desired it..more so than anything else but were you guys really ready for this? Ready to give into your temptations this early on? And the fact he took a flight out to come be with you was something no one had ever done. “I ain’t trying to distract you or anything…I just—you been on my mind, (y/n). Heavy..I need you.”

glaring at you with those deep set, green eyes and caressing your cheek with his thumb. His tall frame towering over you and his soft lips brushing your own..how could you not melt for him instantly?! A faint smile broke across your face and you’d gently tug him downward with a gentle, reassuring hand around the back of his neck. “You been on mine too..” uttering in that sweet little accent he loved so much. You really had a way of turning him on with the slightest touch.. “…then what are we waiting for?” Eventually, the two of you would begin making out; swirling and sucking on each other’s tongues as he guided you back towards the mattress and placed you on top of it. Running your hands up his shirt and rubbing on his chiseled abs. Your legs spread and coiled around his waist, almost like it was instinctively..

the way your body reacted to him without so much as no contact before was insane. Moaning into one another’s mouths and soon, you’d come to and just stare for a moment. In disbelief that things had actually gotten this far from a few flirtatious texts..

“..I’ve been waiting on this for a week. You so fucking fine, (y/n)..damn.” Murmuring into the crook of your neck, whimpering your name as he massaged your skin. He was desperate..desiring you more so than he had let on. Hoenstly, it wasn’t in his nature to fawn over a woman or even be openly affectionate but behind these closed doors, he was free to do as he wished. Able to be vulnerable and open because something about you felt safe enough to do that. Not to mention, the way you begged him to come put it down after the little display, he couldn’t disappoint. “EJ…I need you so bad..” That statement alone was all the motivation he needed to make sure that he left a lasting impression. Which he’d start by getting into some foreplay.

“Don’t worry, baby . I promise I’ll make this trip well worth it for both of us. You just lay that pretty ass back and let me take care of you. Can I do that?” Melting like putty in his palms at the uttering of that statement. His voice was smoother than honey and so deep, it sent chills..along with tingles throughout your body. (Y/N) wasn’t the type to open up so easily either but your sentiments mirrored his: maybe he just felt secure; as if you could trust him not to make you regret your decision. “I told you..you can do whatever you want. Just fuck me better than my last.” To him, it was something so sexy about a woman who knew exactly what she wanted! Who told him what she wished for and he better knew what to do with it. Not promiscuous in the slightest but not shy about your needs at all. Placing a couple more soft kisses to your jawline, Eren chuckled and got the two of you readjusted so that it allowed for more room.

that way, he could partially undress and lie next to you. “I don’t think that’s gone’ be a problem..” meanwhile, his lips were marking up your neck, gently kissing on the skin and his hand trailing down your body. His first fixation were the ample breasts, sitting pretty in between that lace bra and little tank top you were wearing. Whether from the cool air or him caressing you, your nipples were poking through the material and he had to get a better look. “..I mean, look at you. You telling me your ex couldn’t make you come? Not once, baby?..” shaking your head in response as he slid the shirt down to expose them so suavely. You had most certainly confided in EJ and told him about the horrible sex life with your previous partner. And sadly, he wasn’t the only one..it was shocking but you had a couple suitors between the time since your relationship but none of them were worth a damn. One couldn’t find the clit to save his life and the other didn’t last more than one round. So you’ve been celibate ever since. Not wasting your time, energy or good pussy on a man who didn’t deserve that shit! Luckily for you, he was just the guy to break the cycle.

“That’s a damn shame, huh? What kind of man would let someone so beautiful leave unsatisfied?…” all the while he was talking, he’d gently flick his fingertips across your nipples and keep lightly feeding you sloppy kisses. And you’d do exactly as he wished. All the while, his other fingers were trailing lower and lower…hovering across your belly button before stopping just above your plump pussy lips and tugging at the thin waistline on those shorts. You’d even spread your legs apart for him, biting your fingertip and whimpering for him. “But I’m not that stupid. Imma fuck you so good, you’ll forget all about that.” Eren wasted no time connecting your tongues yet again, twirling them around one another and simultaneously, softly shoving that free hand into your panties. Instantly feeling how wet you were and deciding to make it even worse. The second that sharp gasp left your mouth, this man would cup your jaw and resume those sloppy pecks. Moaning into one another’s mouths whilst his fingers thrashed around inside of you. Thumb pad circling your clit and those toes curling in mid air. The sounds of sloshing wetness growing louder along with those cute little cries of yours..he couldn’t help but to grow stiffer from behind the confines of those joggers; the pressing hard on grazing your leg.

meanwhile, you were trying to work your way out of your own undergarments, desperate to have him do his worst to you. All those words he baited you on with in text and vice versa..the talks of bouncing you on his dick, folding your legs back and even sliding it in from the side as he whispered in your ear. Things that you had only dreamed of until now and same went for him. Both of you were gravely deprived of passionate lovemaking and a connection to another person; having been single for so long. Who would’ve known it would have come instantly between the two of you?

“There you go, baby…keep riding those fingers for me. It’s so fucking wet..I just know you gone feel so good..” whispering into your ear with a subtle grunt. The thoughts crossing his mind as he worked those digits between your folds were utterly filthy. He had to remind himself that you weren’t his girl and he had to take it easy. The things he wanted to do with you were not suited for a first time hookup. You wouldn't ever be the same afterwards..even still, (y/n) squirmed and so desperately tried to impale yourself on his digits; hands hooked around his inked forearm, which was in turn, locked around your neck..plain desperate for some dick. But in all honesty, he knew that you weren’t ready for it. As it stood, he could fit maybe two, three inches tops inside of you and surely, you wouldn’t be satisfied with that!

“EJ…mmm! ‘S go good—need you to fuck me..” pathetically whining as you clenched the sheets and his skin, begging for more.

“I know, mama..but not yet..” and you could beg him all you wanted but the last thing he believed in was ramming his cock inside of a woman without getting you prepared for it first. Even with all the prep and care, he’d still had women tapping on him and crying at the three inch mark, telling him it hurt. However, you weren’t about to sit idly by while he had all the fun. Instead, you’d reach down and begin toying with that print in his pants. He didn’t mind if you played along..hell, it’d make it all that much better. Both of you could enjoy this moment. “Oh shit…” for a while, the teasing would continue…your smaller hand wrapped around that much larger dick, jerking him off slowly. Causing precum to stain your nails. His fingers pressed inside of that sensitive flesh and you eventually, flooding the sheets..after he gently pushed down to the center of your belly and jolted those two digits; pumping until you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Oh my god! EJ, I’m coming..” clutching his arm as you came; flailing aimlessly around the sheets until you flooded them with your stream of juices. Both of you were in awe of how intense things had grown so quickly! Nevermind the fact that you were supposed to have been in the lobby by now..meeting the rest of your party but that was out of the question. The sweat and tears trickling down your cheeks had all but ruined your makeup. Not to mention the fact that it’d take something serious to pry you off of this man right now..withdrawing those fingers, Eren watched as your slick dripped from them and the reaction plastered on your face. Your bare chest heaving from the climax and excitement of what was next. The realization of you being half dressed and in hair rollers hadn’t even hit him but he'd laugh the second it registered. “Damn, did I interrupt something?” Questioning rhetorically before shoving them in between your quivering lips. But you’d merely giggle and suck them clean.

“Something like that.”

“Looks like I gotta make it right then..that’s only if you don’t mind me spending the night. Just don’t tell your friends though.”

“I can keep a secret.”

and trust, he had just the thing to atone for his interruption. Finally rendering yourselves completely nude; stripping from any and all articles of clothing and tossing them to the carpet, Eren made haste in flipping you onto your back while he took to his knees. Pinning you down by those thick thighs before diving face first between them. You didn’t know what hit you when you felt his tongue brazenly glide across your aching clit.. “ooh!” Garnering the exact reaction he had hoped from you as those lips suctioned around your swollen little bud. Sensitive each time he touched them but trust, he was going to take his sweet time enjoying this. Soaking in your scent and flavor; greedily sucking on that pretty pink flesh while his tongue explored each of those folds. You were amazed..even a bit in shock that he was so quick to put his mouth on you.. right after making you come once. Almost as if he wanted to attend to your needs first and forget his own…possibly even deriving his pleasure from watching you get off. Hadn’t had that in a long time..

“Mmmm…taste so good, (y/n). Go ‘head..grab my hair and ride my fucking face, baby..” that deep, gravelly voice muttering as he gave you a reassuring slap to the ass and made you jolt. Just as he prompted, you’d tangle his chocolate wefts between your acrylic fingertips and buck your hips forward; meeting the thrashing from his mouth. (Y/N) couldn’t help but to release an ear curdling moan and a tear or two..toes curling as they rested across the top of his shoulder blade. Regardless of your uncontrollable trembling, he’d keep a firm grasp on your thighs; his chain grazing the inner corner of it and further devouring your soaking cunt. He didn’t care if you screamed his name loud enough for the entire hotel to hear it..he wasn’t letting up until he felt compelled to and that was obvious.

the sounds of humming and whimpering from him making vibrations against your sex. Never had a man made you feel this good! “Oh my gosh! Fuck..I—“ finding yourself at a complete loss for words as they trailed off and all you could do was release breathy huffs. Crying and whimpering for him to give you more..

“..you’ve never had it like this, huh? Got you shaking and shit..feel good?” Questioning so sweetly and softly that his voice alone made you weak. For a moment, all you could do was toss your head back and cry out. But then, when you thought he couldn’t get anymore attractive, he took even more dominion over you. Bringing that long, muscular, tattooed arm up across your torso, Eren gently cuffed his palm around your neck and squeezed softly, as to bring you back to consciousness and establish control. “I asked a question, baby..am I doing a good job?” and you’d be quick to answer when his gaze met yours; gulping at the subtle aggression. “Yes, daddy..so fucking good..” satisfying both him and his ego with it. The smirk that formed across his face was an indicator that he was pleased. Having called him the name a couple times in text messages but hearing your sweet voice say it, hit completely different. And it was well deserved after the way he had you dripping down his chin and coming back to back.

“Good girl. That’s all I need to hear..” little did you know, you had all but ignited a fire underneath him and from that point on, he was feasting on your pussy as if it were the last thing he’d ever put his mouth on! Spitting between your puffy lips, slurping loudly and shoving his tongue into your tight hole. At this point, not even you could reign him in. Drawing up strings of saliva and syrupy flavored sex, he only doubled down on it at the sight of you trying to push him away. However, he’d keep eye contact and not break it for anything. Even when you had all but squirted and wet him up! It was only when you nearly came off the mattress, arching your back to its highest height did he let you get a breather.

“Where are you going? ‘ Thought you said you were gone’ put it in my face when you saw me...no running now, baby.” flatlining against the bed and breathing harshly from all the pleasure, which in turn, only made the two of you burst into laughter. It was obvious he was making you eat your dirty little words.

“No—I can’t fuck with youuuu...I take it back.” Tossing your hands above your head in playful distress as you flailed around. Not to mention the fact that you were crying as you came. But they were tears of joy rather than pain or disappointment. Which made it all the more worth it. And you were happy you could enjoy yourself with each other..able to joke and be silly. But he still had quite a bit of business to handle. He didn’t come all the way to H-Town just to play..he was going to deliver on all the things he had confided in you over FaceTime. For the time being, he wasn’t worried about anything else..

no deadlines, album teasers, none of that shit…just (y/n) and that beautiful body! “Nah, I can’t have that. I need you to take it.” gently tugging you closer towards him, Eren folded you up once more to angle you fully into a mating press. Feet nearly touching the headboard and legs behind your head. He was enamored for many reasons at the moment. One being the display before him. Pretty face, pretty little fat pussy, perfect body and white painted toes with an anklet laced around your leg and matching nails; his literal weakness on a woman. It was something about this angle and view that was driving him crazy. “..need you take this dick. Can you do that?” “Hell yes..” He knew you were flexible enough to maintain that position without any problems. He’d seen how you so easily maneuvered that pole and hit splits on it all the time. So getting this dick should’ve been easy.

but the second he took his shaft into his own hand and splayed it across your wet slit, he could see the look in your eyes shift from lust filled to a bit fearful. His size was a little intimidating for you. Watching him stroke it through a camera and in person were two different things..it had to be at least eight inches; with thick girth and a single vein running down the middle. You knew he was packing and still thought it was a game! But alas, you were about to really see if you could handle everything that you had asked of this man. Or hand your horny ass mouth gotten you in trouble? Even so, being the sweetheart he was, EJ brushed the side of your cheek and bent down to kiss you. Hoping to give you some reassurance that he was going to take all the time in the world to do this right.. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hurt you. We’ll go slow until you can fit it all, okay?” The way he spoke to you alone made the trust you had for this man skyrocket. He felt so safe and comfortable for some reason..as if you had nothing to worry about. You weren’t his woman or even remotely close to it and yet, he treated you as if you were the most fragile thing in the world. Handling you with such care, it made you never want him to leave, even if it was impossible. But for now, you’d enjoy this moment for what it was and each other. Nodding your head, you’d return his kiss and let him proceed. As he remained hovered on you, Eren kept your foreheads pressed together and a grip on the headboard. Meanwhile, your hand coiled around the back of his neck. So intimate and close for two people who had only met weeks ago..

but you were about to become even closer acquainted as he prepared to glide in. “You’re not scared, are you?” “Shit, maybe a little..” whimpering softly against his lips as he inched closer; to which he could do nothing but laugh. You could feel his tip finally pressing right up against those dripping folds..splitting the entrance open. Leaning up just a tad so that the two of you could watch it glide in together. “Well don’t be. I know it’s a lot but I’ll make you feel good..better than you have in a long time. Just focus on me, alright?” He knew you were growing impatient but he had his reasons for going at this pace..however, the anticipation would be short lived as that tip disappeared inside of you along with the first inch or so. The expression on his face told it all!.. “oh, fuck…” grunting so suddenly; caught off guard by your warm sensation. Not to mention the fact that you were so tight, he could barely squeeze in. Yeah, you were going to be some pressure, just as he suspected!

even so, he remained steadfast and kept his cool because it had been quite a while since he’d had sex and more so specifically, had some pussy this goddamned good! Sharp gasps left both of your mouths at the same time as that feeling of the first thrust hit. He’d watch as you winced up and was quick to console you. “Shhh..it’s okay, baby. Just relax..” Sending shockwaves through your bodies. Sucking him in like a vacuum and trust, he had no intentions of coming out any time soon. “Damn, baby.. ‘s shit feels so good..” once he saw that you were fine and asked if you were okay to keep going, he’d try to garner some sort of pace and rhythm. Those eyes fixated on his lower half for the time being as you watched him ease another couple inches inside. Taking deep breaths to process the feeling. You were so full with him already and he was barely midway..

“Oh my God…” the only coherent thing you could mutter as your eyes fell shut and your hands shuffled up his back. This was really happening and nothing could stop this moment. All of that talking and filthy flirtation had come to its head. Time to really back it up. Digging your nails gently into his shoulder blades, (y/n) whimpered in his ear and he figured that to be a better way than any to know how to maneuver; to slow down or go a little faster when your words didn’t allow for it. Placing kisses on your neck, Eren made his first full thrust and eased in a little more, just to test and see how much you could take..eventually making a couple more so you could get accustomed to his shape.

“That’s it..open up for me, baby. You’re doing so good already.” consistently doting on (y/n) to make you more at ease. Making certain he didn’t see you tense up at any time or wince in any pain again..the second he did, he would stop in his tracks! But as of right now, he could feel that cunt clamping down on him, your nails scaling up his back and that precious voice in his ear saying.. “I can take it..deeper, please..” he could never be so foolish as to deny a pretty girl’s request. Kissing your temple ever so gently, Eren just smirked and attempted to fit a bit more in. That spongy flesh was squeezing and squelching for him..soaking wet after just a minute or two. “Whatever you say, baby. This is your dick now. You can have as much as you want..as much as you can take…” and something about that sentence just unlocked a whole new level of demon inside of you. Telling you that, knowing he wasn’t your man was evil! Just what the hell were you supposed to do when he had to inevitably go back to Miami and leave? Knowing damn well he’d have you ready to crawl in his skin. You knew it was probably just the sensation of the moment and your pussy that had him talking all reckless but you’d believe it..believe every word, cling to everything that came from his mouth, so as long as he kept going. And even match his energy a bit.

“Yeah? Well this your pussy now..show me you know what to do with it.” Curling your tongue around your top lip, narrowing your eyes to fixate your gaze on him. When you stared at him like that, you had no idea what you were waking up..and who you were truly fucking with! He was never the type of man to back down from a challenge and best believe, you’d be tapping on his chest, soaking up these sheets and blowing up his phone if he put his claim on it for real. He wasn’t sure if you were ready for that, but dammit..he certainly was going to try. “It’s like that then, huh? Alright..” Doubling down, he’d fold your legs up a little more, just to push into the halfway point. “Put your hand on your stomach.” At first, the words threw you off a bit and made you furrow your brow. But he didn’t stutter. “You heard me. Put that fucking hand on your stomach, right there..” nodding his head downward, until you followed his directions. Placing your palm flat against the bottom of your tummy.

with his loose strands of hair scraping your forehead, he’d give you the most devious smirk you had ever seen. “Good, now don’t move that shit..not ‘till you feel me in it.” Was this man seriously trying to put it in your guts right now?! Was he trying to make you go crazy? But since you had asked for it, you were a tad bit too late to back out. So you did as he asked and only seconds later, you felt those strokes resume. Pressing that tip through your tight folds, spreading your flesh open with one push right after the next..that nasty, sloppy wet sound that drove him crazy was ringing out in his ear and he couldn’t help but to keep going, speeding up his movements a little bit. You’d begin to crown and loosen up for him to put more in. Meanwhile, your hand was still on the bottom of your stomach, shaking next to your bellybutton ring..he could tell the anticipation was probably even worse than trying to fit him but you’d just keep your back slightly arched as it slowly made its way to the center. “Fuck, that dick feels so good..right there, baby..yes.” “I know it does..you creaming all over my shit.” Pointing out the very blatant sheath of milky white liquid he had drummed up out of you. Eventually, those strokes became a little faster..deeper and much more rhythmic. He was piping you like crazy and fulfilling his promise of putting himself balls deep in the pit of your stomach. That sack slapping heavily against your slippery folds and that pressing bulge beginning to form near your dangling jewelry. Your eyes were fixated on watching it glide in and out, focusing on taking that dick just as he asked. You couldn’t believe that you were actually opening up so nicely; your body was very responsive to this man on the first link. That’s how you knew he was something special..or just some pressure because you could see the obvious mess you had made of him.

“Look up at me?…”

the first words he had uttered outside of his heavy grunts and moans for the past few minutes. This man had his face buried into the crook of your neck, trying to withstand that wonderful sensation and power through but he just had to see that sweet face once more. “…yeah..like that. God, I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now..so pretty taking my dick.” It was right then and there that you’d find yourself melting in his grasp all over again. But once those gazes did reconnect, you didn’t take your eyes or hands off of him. You’d hold him close and merely beg for more. “Eren….oh my God..I love the way you fuck me..’s so good, baby.” “…fuck..you’re so perfect, (y/n). I just wanna stay in it. Oh shit..” How you wish that were feasible. It was blatantly obvious that no man would ever be able to give you dick this good ever again, especially in that moment when he finally reached that designated spot and you felt a slight bump underneath your palm because of his tip pressing to your spot. It was as if he were trying to bruise your cervix, despite not wanting to cause you any pain. The two of you going back and forth, bodies moving in perfect synchronization…creating a beautiful chorus of moans. That was until he began to throb in your heated core and made the split minute decision to halt, following you flooding the sheets and spraying his abs as you released that powerful stream of squirt.

“F-fuck..flip over f’r me, baby. Hurry up.” Impatiently pulling out and repositioning you onto your stomach with that thick ass in the air. Something about missionary was just so raw and intimate and he just knew had he stayed like that a minute longer; staring into those gorgeous eyes, EJ would have nutted in your shit so fast and neither of you could do a thing about it. Instead, he’d hit from the back, where he could control his pace and rhythm a bit more. Besides, he had to see that ass in action! Watching you twerk on Instagram on your stories after a night out or subtly in your routines wasn’t enough, he needed that shit clapping for him in person. Giving it a rough couple of smacks, Eren asked that you arch for him as he placed a palm to the center of your back. But he didn’t have to give much instruction, as you were already reaching underneath and grasping at his cock. “Shit, put it back in yourself..you know what the fuck to do with it, don’t you?” “What you think, daddy?” A cocky grin stretched across your face as you slid him back into your wetness..he knew you were more than capable of handling it now and then some. “I think you’re gonna be a problem, that’s what.” Chuckling before tossing his head backwards and allowing you to take the lead this time. “Glad you know..” causing him to smirk; planting another heavy slap to your asscheek before sliding his thumb into that puckering entrance.

garnering your rhythm, (y/n) began to rock back and forth on his shaft, bouncing against him and making your ass clap. Making a mess all over him immediately. The collision of your loins erupting throughout the room. His hand rested on your hip, pulling you towards him but it was clear you needed no assistance. So eventually, he’d allow you to take the lead and bog yourself down on it. “Fuck me then, baby. Fuck this dick.” Grasping on your ankles whilst throwing it back. Eren nearly lost it when he saw the heaviness of all that ass bouncing and the sheath of creaminess on his cock. “Ooh fuck..EJ..” Meanwhile, you were whimpering while letting those pretty moans. It was apparent after about a few thrusts that he had no plans to help and rather, was going to relax and let you do all by yourself. Rolling his head onto his shoulders and trying not to bust, he’d instead release deep, loud grunts. “That’s right, baby. You want this nut? Imma make you work for it...” from outward appearances, no one would be able to tell that this was your first link and hookup. But the adulterous fun transpiring in that bedroom would come to an abrupt halt..or rather it should have when your phone began to ring. It was Niesha, followed by a series of texts, asking where you were and of course, Eren saw this as a golden opportunity.

“Is that your friend?”

“Mmm…yeah, that’s her.”

suddenly, a coy grin crept across his face and before you could even react, he’d grab your phone and swipe the call button to the right. You couldn’t believe him and how much of a goddamned menace he was! Thank goodness that this was merely a phone call and not FaceTime. But it was too late to hang up now and instead, you’d place it on speaker and answer in a soft tone. “..h-hello?” However, your friend; lively and vibrant as ever, responded in a less than quiet manner. “(Y/N), ‘the hell is you at? We ready to goooo. We all waiting on you.” Her tone almost agitated a bit because they had been ready for a good twenty minutes, waiting on you to come out yet you were obviously preoccupied and had lost track of time. However, before you could explain away a well constructed lie, Eren began thrusting yet again and hitting you with sharp thrusts..one’s causing your voice to crack each time he jolted you. Definitely a dangerous ass man! “Y-yeah. Listen, Nie Nie, I ain’t feeling good. Y’all just go ahead without me, alright. My head hurts so bad.” Hoping that she’d believe your very blatant lie and not question too much further into. However, you knew your best friend and that she was nosy as all hell! Meanwhile, you were still being fed those deep strokes, shaking underneath him. Meanwhile, he was choking and pounding the shit out of you! Grinning at the sight of you trying to maintain a semblance of composure. He could hear the entire conversation and thought it was so cute that he had you lying to your friends just to fuck him and you guys weren’t even remotely dating. “Girl, you okay? I can come—“ “I’m fine, Nie! I swear..listen, I’mma call you back. Love you, bye!” And with that, you’d disconnect the call and discard your phone to the side. Turning around to give him a glaring side eye and grin in the process. “You think you funny, don’t you?” “I’m a bit of a comedian when I want to be.” That snarky mouth of his was going to be the death of you but now that you had bought the two of you a little more time, Eren was going to take full advantage. Tugging you by the back of your neck, he’d gently bring you up and into a kiss, drawing you both closer together. “Now..where were we?” Knowing that you had him uninterrupted now and that neither of you wanted this night to end!

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meanwhile, on the shorefront of Miami Beach..trouble was brewing for the both of you, unbeknownst. Starting with the fact that your manager was currently searching for EJ and leaving no stone unturned doing so. Including knocking on the door of the one person who knew him better than most. Or rather confronting his ass and embarrassing the man where he stood!

“It’s alright, ladies. Get whatever you want, it’s on me.”

in the heart of the twenty story skyscraper residing in the midst in South Beach lies the Velour Lounge, nestled deep within the walls of AMG Headquarters. It was the hangout spot for all talents and workers alike who kept the agency going on a daily basis. Two bars sitting adjacent from one another; stocked full of every type of beverage someone could desire. A faux fire pit surrounded leather seating for guests to sit and relax, along with chic interior and a plethora of entertainment avenues. Truthfully, it was rather desolate during the daytime but it was now occupied by a couple of makeup artists, creatives and famed producer, Armin Artlert, aka ArmInHammer; his notorious tag that had graced the intro to many award winning hip-hop tracks. But he wasn’t alone..it was very seldom that he’d be caught without a beautiful woman latched onto his arm and today was no different. Two gorgeous girls, who were also set on achieving internet fame..dressed in Fashion Nova fits, long lashes and even longer lace fronts, Armin was busy chatting them both up when he’d find himself interrupted by a fourth guest..one far less friendly!

“I just knew I’d find you here..” the voice followed by the sounds of clicking heels ripped through the air and the blonde playboy would jump, only to be greeted by the infamous manager to half of the industry’s hottest right now. Including the man she was on a mission to track down, even if it meant interrupting Armin’s little party. Mikasa, sporting a dress worth more than their rent combined and shoes to match came strutting in, sunglasses tucked behind her ears and pushed atop her head took a seat next to her friend. “M-mikasa..what are you doing here?” “Playing detective, obviously. Since your bull headed best friend is missing in action. Where is he?” Typical behavior of the stoic, steadfast business woman. No time for small talk or chit chat. When she wanted answers, it was in everyone’s best interest to give them to her. Sadly, he had none and he was a bit afraid to tell her so. Taking a sip of the drink he was nursing, he’d turn to the ladies next to him, asking for a bit of privacy. To which they’d get up from their seats and bid them both adieu. “Mika..Mikaaaaa. Sweetheart. I’m not his babysitter..and we both know how Eren is. If he wants to be found, he’ll pop up. If not, then..we’ll see him when he’s ready.” That annoying charm may have managed to quell every other woman in Miami but all it did was bring him one step closer to getting his shit rocked with her. Unbeknownst to him, the reason she was looking so hard was because he bailed on a very important meeting for his album release. Which honestly, wasn’t exactly alarming considering that the jackass moved on his time and his alone, but Armin also knew that he loved music more than anything. So what was so important that he’d not show? And she wasn’t leaving until he gave up the details. Inching closer, with a stern yet snarky expression on her face, Mika laughed before continuing to talk. “He’s with (y/n), isn’t he?” “Wait! How’d you know that?” Armin, whipping his head around with a wide eyed expression. “You just told me.” He had no choice but to confess and come clean now. It didn’t take her to deduce, seeing as how her newest and first client were getting rather close nowadays. She was rather perceptive and nothing slipped past Miss Ackerman. Maybe not in the eye of the public but when she visited him in the studio, she noticed that he couldn’t put that goddamn phone of his down, which was extremely out of character for him. And the contact he couldn’t stop texting? (Y/N). She knew a budding crush when she saw one. However, the two love birds were making her job extremely hard! “Listen..I could care less what they do. But he needs to do his damn job, the one he’s getting paid for. Otherwise, he can find someone else to represent him.” Armin heard her loud and clear but he knew the threat was empty. The two of them constantly bickered and always threatened to drop the other as both artist and manager but there was no way they’d be able to survive without each other. However, Armin knew how hard his best friend had been working and as much as he admired his work ethic, he was glad to know that he was also taking his advice. To go see the girl he had been wanting for a while and act on his desires before another man did it for him. “Trust me, Eren isn’t the type to abandon his responsibilities. Hell would have a snowstorm before he decided to quit music but he probably needs a break. You said it yourself. Besides, I think he likes your new girl a lot and who knows, maybe she’ll be a good influence on him.” Snorting at the response, Mika would laugh and roll her eyes. “Or he’s going to be a terrible influence on her and I’ll have two brats to deal with.” The sheer thought of you spending too much time with him, so much so, that you picked up his annoying attitude made her want to go into early retirement. But instead..reluctantly, she’d take Armin’s advice and let the two of you participate in..whatever you were doing right now. God only knew what and let it go.

at least for now!

“I guess you’re right. If you see him though, tell the bastard to give me a call. I’ll see you later.” “You quit worrying yourself into an early grave, he’ll come around.” But all Mikasa did was dismiss him with the wave of a hand as she exited her seat and eventually, the lounge. He, Armin and everyone else could slack off if they wanted to but she had an empire to run, as one day, she would be the head of this entire operation so the grind could never stop until she was six feet under. If they didn’t want to move? Fine, she’d merely light a fire underneath all of them..and she knew just the way to make it happen. Tapping at her phone screen, Mikasa scrolled until she located a discreet contact, one that she very seldom touched base with, but they came through for her everytime and right now..she needed some help to get things shaking.

“Hey, Annie. Yeah, it’s me..Mikasa. Listen, how would you like some info on your next story?”

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rest in the cup of my palms (part three)

pairing: no outbreak!joel miller x art student f!reader

chapter three: compromise

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series summary: you went back to school to find out who you are—to make another leap in the hope of self discovery. when you finally find that first glimpse of yourself, it’s in someone else. what happens when the mirror tries to pull you in? or you’re everything joel could’ve hoped to find. he doesn’t let go easily.

chapter summary: joel helps you work through your doubts.

warnings/tags: no outbreak, no use of y/n, (for everything) -> mutual pining!, possessive behavior, smut, ellie is joel's daughter, ellie and reader attend the same university but reader is in post-grad, age gap (joel is late 40s, reader is not), alternating pov, slow-ish burn / (for this chapter) -> sad thoughts about fatherhood, idolization!!, oral sex (f receiving), edging

word count: 5k

rating: explicit (18+ only! mdni)

A/N: thank you for your patience and thank you as always for reading! and special thank you to @pascalisbaby for bearing with me as i cried my way through this i love u

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“For the first time, I could clearly perceive the nature of feelings and emotions—I physically felt their consistency… the surge of a wave, the crumbling of a cliff… I understood the necessity of comparisons and metaphors using water and fire.”

Annie Ernaux, Simple Passion

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Minutes go by, but sluggishly, painfully—a dull crawl that mimics the cinematic use of slow-motion. The fracturing feels pre-climactic and almost momentous, too-long strides of seconds that pave the way for something grand.

In reality, you’re just waiting; in this barely-lit, one shot hallway, aptly partnered by a life-sized amount of discomfort. You feel like a piece of something sprouted up from cement, forced into a mold not made with you in mind—love and like and candy-sweet, feverish feelings—unable to be removed now that you’ve grown in over the lip. Reaching for the sun. And he’s beautiful above you, radiant enough to burn behind closed eyelids—the image that shines there a carefully chosen snapshot that only adds height to where he hangs in the sky.

You’ve become so tired already, from the work-up and the frustration and the effort to stop it—like being outside all day with no reprieve until sunset; he’s that strong. It’s been restraint, followed by actions that negate it, followed by reinstating restraint, and still it doesn’t stop daylight from happening. Morning and high noon and six-o-clock oranges will never stop happening, so why not free yourself of the excessive rumination and the fighting? You’d much rather try to brave him—sunscreen and shade and a flat hand above your brow. Trying is good, easy, uncomplicated. Tonight, you can try. This is a good idea.

He’ll be here soon to prove it, too—on his way to come collect you, confirmed by the oblong rectangle of text on the brick clutched in your fist.

You move enough that it wakes up again, ’Fifteen minutes.’ flashing across its face, burning under the pad of your thumb. The thing is overheating now, somehow having absorbed some of the furious twisting of your excitement, and you shove it deep into your bag to let it cool—too honest of a mirror.

You will your body to restart, moving back out onto the yard in search of Ian, to warn him of your exit—the only courtesy you have enough patience to give—frantic to get to the good part.

You find him out by the flame, one foot resting on the brick-lined ledge of the pit, a still-full beer bottle tight in his grip. It’s tepid, too, if the lack of condensation is any indication. You curl your nose and he tips the top towards you, a waft of sour citrus pouring out.

“What happened? My friend came back very upset that you were gone,” he teases, cocking a smile and rolling his neck over in question, languid and unserious.

“I’m leaving, actually. Didn’t want to go without saying.” You knock the bottle with the back of your hand until it threatens to spill over in the other direction. It’s unoffending, really, a nervous reaction, but it has him visibly questioning what ten minutes out of view had done to make you so taut.

He straightens up minutely at your unrest, only enough to reel back his exaggerated demeanor without drawing looks, “Are you good to drive? I haven’t had any of this yet—I can take you home.”

“I’m not driving. I’ve got a ride.”

“With?”

“Joel’s going to come get me.”

His eyes widen, mouth spreading with what you’re sure are five too many questions, so you stop him before he can continue—afraid to mar his night with what you imagine would be too much to navigate right now, “I’ll explain tomorrow. Text me when you get home. I love you. I’m fine.”

Part of you—a part that has no say right now—feels guilty for doing this to him a second time, for putting your friend through another half-witnessed, poorly justified fit of emotional anguish. He was the one who brought you here, to get away from this very thing, but somewhere in your bag there’s a faint stir, hard vibration jostling the contents, and you fail to think Ian through, again.

He’s barely even started to nod before you turn, slipping through the side gate and out onto the lawn.

It only takes another handful of stretched-out moments—time lost completely on you now—before opaque beams cast across the curve of the street from the top of the cul-de-sac. They drop off into low-lights once the driver registers your presence and you push forward on shaky legs, knees locking—blood having gathered in your chest from anticipation, sloshing around your heart and cutting off circulation to your limbs.

The vehicle—a truck—passes you, hitting the end of the block and returning up the drive, passenger door addressing you when it stops, your reflection warped in its convex surface. The window rolls down with a whir, and Joel’s face appears in the slit, eyes tired and hair flattened unintentionally—you absolutely woke him up.

You let yourself in, hiking up a static-logged leg to settle in the seat before he pulls off back onto the street. It’s silent for too long, and you’re returning to a familiar feeling of acceptance, just like all the nights in your past where you’d admitted to yourself that you were going home with someone, driven by fuzzy feelings of instant connection and promise. It makes him easier to grasp—more human-like.

“You were asleep,” you mumble sheepishly, acknowledging his unpreparedness in an attempt to forgive your own.

“‘Wasn’t supposed to be. I was waiting up for Ellie. I—uh, I thought you were her when you called.”

He sounds just as level as he had on the phone, fingers rapping rhythmically on the steering wheel, “She texted a few hours ago to let me know she was out for the night. I fell asleep before I could see it.”

Joel tucks the corner of his elbow in the window, laying his cheek on curled knuckles, and you chance a real glance at him for the first time.

His dark blue t-shirt is wrinkled where it had been bunched at the torso, hanging limply now over a pair of rumpled jeans. Creases of sofa or pillow-case run up like tendrils on the skin of his arm, pressed in at various degrees of depth—restless enough to continue to pivot, even in repose.

He looks homey, spun out of flesh-colored wool thread and plush, unlike the fatigue you’d seen on him in the classroom, or the buzz of anxious tension on the side of the school a few days ago. Here he’s just Joel, free of the idea of him or his actions; just-awake Joel with nothing to say except the truth. Pressure sits weighted on your shoulders, lingering guilt from choosing to savor, even if within the safety of emotional distance. It’s okay to look, isn’t it? Although looking isn’t all you had in mind.

“Can we go to your house?”

“Did you drink?”

Joel peers over his shoulder at you, and he looks meek but not small, like the question itself isn’t embarrassing but the act of asking it is. Oh. You remember your last encounter, how you’d blamed your exit on the wine, and your heart constricts at the idea that he’s asking because he’s afraid you’ll leave again. In all honesty, you wish you could leave, be strong-willed enough to have him let you out a block from your front door, never to be seen again. But you’re weak, at the mercy of your need to test your limits, your brain dipping into its reserve while your body fights to feign presence, hands rolling into fists in your lap.

“No. I haven't gone out much since the break started. Decided against getting fucked up.”

He hums, satisfied, eyes falling ahead. The tires grind under you, lulling you into another tense quiet until he’s pulling up to the front of a well-kept, stone-faced home at the end of a short street. You lean forward to see more of it beyond the curve of the windshield, lined in copper trim with fender-shaped dents bruising the cover of the garage. It’s a call-back to grade school—what limited experience you had traversing the suburbs as a child—visiting friends in large, traditional houses with pretty concrete fountains and security-alarm signs forced into panels of fresh grass.

Joel steps out and comes around the car to open your door before you have the chance to do it yourself, popping open the handle and stilling for a second before just stepping out of your way, perhaps in the sake of not being overly cliche. You try to appear unaffected by the notion, climbing down with a smile and sealing the door behind you, but you inwardly relish in his considered movements—he’s taming himself for you.

He leads you into the house—as quaint as it seemed to be—smelling warm and peppery like heat-soaked wood. It’s very much lived in, riddled with evidence of use—scuff marks at the threshold and smudged fingerprints in the dark paint on the walls where boots were taken off with the assistance of a grip. A side table brackets one side of the entrance, littered with bobbles and keys and a few other store-bought treasures. At its closest foot are several pairs of little sneakers, piled tall and wide on a wedge of rug, too narrow to be Joel’s.

Ellie.

There are signs of her everywhere, this faceless extension of him, her name scribbled on a few papers on the table and in the corners of framed drawings in the hallway; gorgeous hand, she has—all of the figures looking as true to life as they could, even when confined to paper cages. She lines the edges of their domicile, a path of lovingly curated representations of her, right down to a monogrammed leather sketchbook that sits on the dining table.

And everywhere she is, he follows. Parts of him loom over her place-holders—guitar picks marked J in a dish with a box of charcoal nubs, a rolled up wad of button-up laid over a dark green backpack, a men’s watch sharing space on the counter with two tiny drops of backed silver. He watches over her within the borders of every container, open and solidly present behind her like a tough-knit net—ready to catch.

You step out of your shoes and he walks further in the house with haste, knocking around in what you assume is the kitchen when he returns with a glass of water.

“For you,” as he passes it, “Just in case.”

“Thank you.”

He curls a thumb into a belt loop at his waist, body teetering awkwardly as he watches you drink. You note the more-than-safe distance he’s put between you, the same kind he had implemented last week between his heart-wrenching confession and the point where this entanglement had escalated.

“Okay, so. I’m going to change. Do you want something too?”

You can’t help but smile, a nervous laugh held tight in your throat, “Yes, we can go to your room.”

Even in the dark, you don’t miss the flush of red along his jaw, the same shade he’d worn in the gallery, wine-soaked and unpracticed.

You flinch inwardly. How is it that you are remembering so much about him when he’s existed in your world for less time than should be notable? Only two interactions, now three, but they’ve earned their slot in your fondest of memories; nothing substantial provided still, and he casts your sunrises and warms your earth. You fear what touching him again will do to you.

Joel smiles something shy back, walking past you and motioning for you to do the same. He leads you back through the display, minding the little shoes as he climbs up the steps.

There are photos lining the staircase, less symbolic than the downstairs decorations, but just as revealing. A few of Joel and another man, similar in stature with a full smile and thick, slicked back hair, clasping shoulders or standing pin-straight side by side at different ages in mall-kiosk, christmas card style. Another of a young girl, all teeth and sparse freckles and pale cheeks. She’s wearing a cap and gown, shiny polyester catching in the flash, edges hazy with blur.

That’s her. His daughter. You’ve seen her, you realize, from a few modeling sessions you’d done when you offered to cover for the younger students. You already knew her, too, floating around more than a few hellos on the days you’d sat for her like a silent idol. It feels odd to be in her home now, the two of you connected in a way she hasn’t come to partake in quite yet. She’s been at the head of your conversations with Joel until now—in this moment when she’s here but not here—and you wonder how much he’s considered her place in all this. You should at least thank her, you suppose; nod at her picture in prayer or cross your fingers that you might actually get to meet her—see her again, rather—and get to say it to her face.

Joel walks ahead of you as you linger, unbothered by your interest. You’re glad he does when you reach the last row.

A larger frame bookends the slideshow, standing alone in its unique appearance. It’s hand-made, a thin string of painted ferns on the edges, the wings of something like a butterfly or moth wrapping over the right-hand corner, precise and niche enough to be nothing other than a gift. The picture inside is of the two of them together, happy and puffy-cheeked with their arms wrapped around each other, back-lit in front of some kind of museum display.

Pure joy. His comfort.

A swell of pain lodges in your ribs, eyes drawing wet. He’s losing her, you think, in a way he hasn’t even begun to realize. He's missed so much of her life—at no fault of their own—and will pursue her future as a bystander. You long to give him some kind of relief in that, maybe out of pity or maybe out of need. You wanted to be on your own, you wanted to be separated from everyone else out of spite for letting your family and your ex tower over you, heavy-handing their influence in false gestures of kindness. Not loving. Never loving—only present in best interests and helpful advice. Things that gave you purpose and points. Who was tallying? What have you to show for it now?

You only ever wanted acceptance from them, to be recognized as a person instead of as a student or a daughter or a girlfriend—to be able to transcend role and become an active participant.

It’s too perfect, this thing you each individually lack; what comes of someone who cares and someone who needs caring?

“Hey.” Joel calls from the end of the room, pulling you out of your dissection of his life, voice soft like he’s seeing an apparition he’s unsure is there.

“Hi.” You whisper, walking towards him, ignoring his tentative boundary, “You know, I did everything in my power to not call you.” There’s no point in keeping secrets now, from him or yourself.

He crowds you in the doorway, body slumping on the line of his spine so he can entrap you more securely, u-shaped shoulders and outward facing palms, “Why did you call?”

“I couldn’t help it,” and before he can interrupt, “Joel, I need you to know that this isn’t going to end well.”

“End? Have we started?”

“We were doing this before we both knew it, I think. That’s what you were talking about, right—like we’ve met before?”

“That’s right.” He’s breathing shallowly, unable to hide his desire for proximity now that you’ve allowed him more than he started with, chest moving back and forth like the breeze of the heater is enough to push his tide, “And I meant it.”

“So did I.”

“Then what are you so scared of? If it’s familiar?” His knee knocks into the slice of thigh above yours. He’s getting closer.

“Just because I want you now doesn’t mean I should have you.”

“What if I want you to have me?”

“Even worse.” The heat of his face leaks out onto yours and you open yourself to it—the hot sun in July, the boiling rain of mid-summer, all encompassing and working hard to bring you up to temperature so you can burn along with it. Setting you ablaze.

You lean up, the tip of your nose catching on the stubble lining his jaw, careful to not break eye contact for longer than the briefest moment, nudging him in short taps.

“I do, though, honey. I think you know I do.” His knee pushes between yours, digging into the joint of your leg to unfold you, the rough denim over his zipper dragging across the knob of your hip.

You curl a hand around the fabric covering his stomach, wrinkling it past the point of correction as it folds under the damp of your fist. He’s far from at length now, both nothing of what you intended and exactly what you wanted. He’s thrilled about it too, seemingly—the muscle under his torso fluttering when your nails drag against him.

He’s everything again, everywhere, soft tanned skin and jeans he came up here to ‘change out of’, the invisible halo around him swallowing you, coaxing you into his orbit. You want all of it, piece by piece and for all he’s worth.

“I don’t want to waste you,” you murmur, and there’s that unashamed boldness again, honesty rushing out like an unsupervised beast. Joel wraps his thick fingers around the side of your neck, thumb pushing into soft cheek, between rows of teeth and over skin, pushing them apart.

His eyes are glossy, like he’s just gotten up from a long sleep, gauzy and sloppy and sticky. His mouth hangs open to mimic yours as he speaks, “You couldn’t. I have an endless amount to give,” and then he’s licking the outline of your open lips, slipping his tongue in to press along the roof of your mouth and up up up to the back of your teeth. He’s puffing hard out of his nose, dipping in and out of your split, licking even the pad of his thumb where it pokes through the hollow, touching himself inside you.

His free hand grips the top of your ribs, leading you backwards towards the bed until you’re seated at the edge of it, his back curved harshly to continue to taste you.

You’re kissing him back, you know that, but your thoughts float up to cloud your pleasure and you’re getting ahead of yourself all over again. What does he want? Why does he want it? Would he be upset to learn you’re trying to give him less? You flip the hem of his shirt between your forefinger and thumb, toes curling against the carpet—walking that line of self-doubt.

He breaks away, so careful again even with no clear need to be, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m just nervous.”

“About now? Or about me?”

“Both.”

“Just talk to me, then. Tell me why we shouldn’t—we can work through it together. Let me take some of that worry off of you.”

Joel braces a knee on the corner of the mattress to hold himself steady, gripping you under the joints of your shoulders and pulling you towards the center of the bed. He deposits your body like nothing, kneeling at the apex of your thighs.

Your voice shakes, “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

He works at the buttons on your shirt with long fingers, drawing it over the hills of your shoulders until your collar rolls in on itself from the force, falling away. Joel wraps the layer over the panel of your jacket and pulls, undressing you like he has to memorize how to be able to put you back together. He does the same with your bra, achingly slow, but you can feel tiny tremors in his wrist as it runs against your back.

You just watch for a minute, unable to link what he’s doing to reality, arms feeling weak like the dull ache of a full-body cold, akin to sickness.

“Go on, honey. Only gonna keep going as long as you do.”

“I— I feel connected to you. I don’t want to.”

He closes his eyes and bobs his head, I understand, and your body starts to feel numb at your core, pulsing so violently it prompts you to roll your ankle to make sure you haven’t left it behind.

“More,” he pants, running fully-spread hands over every piece of bare skin, your nipples pulling tight as the motions move from gentle to greedy, passing to tugging.

“I can’t do this again. I have a hard time letting go. What if you want me for the wrong reason and I can’t hate you for it?”

He pops the button of your pants, lifting you up off the bed to take the garment down and off, dipping his fingers into the rim of each of your socks on the way to remove them at the same time.

You push your forefingers into the band of your underwear, but Joel meets your hand as you start, winding a finger around the lace and pulling opposite so they catch—leave these on.

You comply, but you know you’re already wet through them, know that he can see it, and you can’t decide if you want him to know his effect on you, legs buckling in no clear direction; but he feels so good, and he’s almost where you want him, and he’s waiting for you to keep talking, so you lean into the heat. You spread.

“It’s easy to tell myself you’re different once I’m in it. But it never works out right. I get too attached.”

Joel settles in, shouldering the left side of his body under your thigh to bring you open further, wrapping his arm around it and letting a hand situate against your belly. He turns his right palm away from himself, flattening it like a warning sign before he pushes it against the crease of your cunt, rubbing in slow circles with the curve of his fingers, right under the points. You thrash, trying to force him just an inch up to where you’re throbbing, but he doesn’t budge—he’s making you earn it.

“What if you just want me because you think you need someone to take care of? What if you find out you feel better alone?”

He dips two fingers into your cunt through the film of your underwear, shallow but firm—more than just curious. You feel like you might just come from this, from just the suggestion of him.

He uses his forearm to butt against the underside of your thigh, prompting you to lift it towards your chest, and he leans down to cup your clit into his mouth, fabric and all. His mouth is searing with the aid of the material, a tight suction that insulates the heat he’s expelling.

You’re heaving now, light-headed and loose as broad strokes of his tongue soak the already tainted cloth, the extra stimulation from its drag enough to make your head spin. You’re sure that if you breathe any harder your chest will cave in.

“Hm?” He asks against you, demanding, the vibration of it setting your skin alight, and you force your nails into the dip of your hand to keep your mind in the room. You’re stuttering, but it’s not enough of a response, so he leans back—cruel and merciless.

“What did I say?” he coos, left hand pinching into the swell of flesh at your side.

It stings but you gasp, eager to take, even if the attention so so far away from where it should be, and you have to count your breaths out in groups of five to come back into focus.

“What if I’m willing to take what you give me? Does that ruin the safety I’ve built for myself?” you whisper, and finally he peels back the curtain of fabric, only enough to present your entrance, rough fingers greeting your opening with no resistance, twisting and hooking them so just the tips are fixed inside. He positions himself above his hand, spitting onto your still-covered clit, watching it slide down and gather where you join. It’s unnecessary, with how much slick you know is pooled there, trailing down onto the sheets under you, but you chalk it up to just having another piece of him inside of you—you’ll gladly accept it.

You’re so very close, and he can tell, maybe from the shake in your hoisted leg or the lack of time in between airy cries, and he just slides in, right to the first knuckle. No room to be ready.

The sound of blood rushing in your ears is so loud you don’t hear yourself when you start begging. You writhe under the hold he has on you, relieved and overwhelmed and a few inches from your soul pouring right out of your body.

And then he’s not moving again, lessening the recovery time he’s willing to allow you, and you try to dig through the fog of arousal to find real words, but your mind can only conjure up a single-syllable sentence as you beg him to relent.

He frees himself from the clutch of your leg, shimmying out so he can use his unsodden hand to cradle your head, the weight of your skull limp in his palm, “You can do it. Get it all off your chest.”

Joel presses his thumb up under your cheek, pulling at the crease of your lips like he can will you to speak with force alone.

“I can’t. Please. Just finish.”

“You have something else you want to say. I don’t take kindly to giving up. C’mon.”

He gives you a half-step, reminding you part of him is still within you, fingers curling up against the soft muscle and you skip over a hard inhale.

“How am I supposed to know what I’m up against if you won’t tell me?” He says it like it’s obvious, like this is some very common step in relationship-building—finger-fucking you as a reward for confessing your skepticism.

You’re tense, holding the whole of your body in one, tiny scrap of you and it feels like you’ve entered some kind of limbo, suspended in the place between tension and relief, so close to falling that you’re not sure you want either of them.

He angles himself again, pushing his entire heft into your hip with a wide hand so he can fit himself flat against the bed, mouth hovering over your cunt again. He exhales hard over you, the fingers still tucked in your cunt moving as he adjusts.

“Please?” He begs sweetly, high enough on the end that you know he’s mocking you, “You can do better than please.”

You huff hard, swallowing thickly—trying again, “What if you—What if—,” you manage, and the lead-up must be convincing enough because he bows again, body fully flat so he can latch on to your clit with his mouth, lips closing tight around the bud through cotton and sucking hard, the hand inside you stirring to life, his twisted positive reinforcement serving you well.

“Fuck, Joel. Fuck—What if you make me love you, just to leave me?”

Your ankle drifts down to find purchase against his waist, and you can feel him moving, working himself into the mattress. In the chaos, you’d forgotten about his want, and being reminded of his ability to take makes your sweat run cold. He could fuck you now, and instead he’s fucking the bed thinking about you—even bringing you to completion is enough to make him chase release. You lean your head back behind your shoulders, your orgasm overtaking you one harsh wave at a time, stomach filling with thick, hot syrup. You push your teeth so deep into your lip there has to be blood but you can’t taste it, all of your senses honed onto where he’s unraveling you, shrinking in on itself in preparation to violently burst.

He weighs in, now that you’re already cresting, “I won’t leave you, sweetheart. Not now that I know what you need.”

His admission, his promise, is enough to make you see white, pushing your peak into overstimulation far too soon, and you have to be crying or begging or something because he immediately slows, winding you down in an organic way—taking his time leading you past bliss.

He pulls his hand free of you, sliding his grip over the damp, half-mounted fabric and peeling it away, hand circling your calf to maneuver you gently.

You’re fully naked now, and when he rolls over to stand at the foot of the bed, you remember he’s still clothed. There he is, above you again like he brings the dawn, bent shirt and uneven waistband and shiny slip over his lips.

It looks different from your memory though, here he looks inexplicably pained, face wrinkled, and then settles another reminder—he hadn’t come.

“Wait, Joel.”

He doesn’t answer, just recedes to another part of the room you can’t see over your heap of arms and legs.

You’re still swallowing ragged mouthfuls of air, not quite normal, when he reappears, the feeling of hot cloth against your still fragile cunt makes you writhe.

“Joel.”

“Yes?”

“You didn’t get to… finish,” you mutter, and how you’re too embarrassed to address his arousal even after what just transpired is beyond you.

“No need to rush anything. I can take care of myself for now, plenty of time to get to that point.”

“What now, then?”

“Sleep with me. I can take you home if you want, or to your car, but I would much rather if you stayed.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more certain of anything.”

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romanarose · 1 month

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Happy St. Patick's Day, Darl'n

DBF!Joel Miller x fem!reader

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Previous part here: Presidents Day

Summary: Joel and you navigate dating. Oh and you get drunk.

Warnings: Drinking, getting DRUNK drunk. Feelings (ew) big old age gap (2X age), mild jealous but communicating, crybaby reader. Daddy dom Joel. Joel has insecuritues but he loves reader. Reader tryna smash.

Immersivity: Reader is fem reader is 21+, dresses very feminine. Drinks and celebrates chritian holidays, not neccecarily is christian but like family and culturaly. Major age gap. Big girthy age gap. Joel can pick up reader and is taller than her. Mentions of hair with bows.

A/n: this header screams "graphic design is my passion" LMFAOOOOOO

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“WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” You shout loudly on the street, green beer in your hand. Joel was patiently trying to get you to come home. You and him had taken a tad bit of a risk, coming out in public together but you had decided as long as you keep things chaste, you could always tell anyone who spots you both that you had ran into each other and stuck around. Problem was, now that you were drunk, your hands were wandering and Joel couldn’t lie his way out of the way you were pinching his ass.

“C’mon, hon, let’s get you home.” He tries to judge you, but the way your eyes light up makes him think you have other plans.

“Lets go to Tommy’s party!!!!”

This made Joel laugh out loud. “It’s 3 pm and you’re drunk. You’re going to be hung out by the evening already.”

“So I keep drinking and then I’ll never get hung over!” You were wearing a cute green dress and green ribbons in your hair, making you look as adorable as ever and as much as he would love to take you to Tommy and make him watch him finger you on his lap, pretty little dress spread… you needed water and bedtime.

Joel was matching you in color only, and even that was a stretch. While you wore sea green with little flowers on your dress, Joel wore his dark green flannel. He thought you were such a mismatched couple, some of his insecurity seeped through. Seeing a girl as beautiful as you out with an old man like him… Sometimes he wondered if you were better with someone younger. Still, Joel had a good time with you. He liked watching you smile and dance, lighting up the world around you and lighting up his day.

You begin to wave down the bartender, but Joel places his hands firmly on your shoulders. “Now baby, you listen to your daddy.” He whispers in your ear so only you could hear. Your body language instantly relaxes, slipping into sub space with only a few words. “I’m going to take your home, and you are going to nap, understand?”

“Yes daddy.” You’d had fun for close to 5 hours now. It was time for his girl to get some rest.

Joel paid the hefty tab of overpriced themed drinks without a boink, left a nice tip, and then ushered you out the door.

Back in the comfort of your apartment, Joel was making you drink water in the kitchen as you giggled looking at your phone with a squinty eye.

“What’re yuh laughing about, sweet girl?”

“Nothing, baby, just Tommy.”

Joel stopped. Turned around. “You’re texting Tommy?”

It wasn’t that you were talking to his brother. Tommy had fucked you… but Joel was the first to admit he was a jealous man and Tommy… well, Tommy never had issues getting girls, and was a few years younger.

“Yeah!” You show him a picture Tommy sent at his party. “See his shirt? Isn’t it funny?” Tommy wore the same shirt he’d worn since the 90’s on saint patrick's day, his Green Day shirt. Tommy lived for when people said he isn’t wearing green and he can point to the Green on his shirt. Dumbass. The shirt was falling apart, showing his skin in the rips. Maybe Joel should let him know that he was actually dating you now, and you weren’t fair game.

“It’s… so funny, baby.” When he looked up, he saw your little lip quivering and your eyes filling with water. “No, baby, don’t-” but it was too late, you were sobbing. Since dating you, actually dating you, he’d realized how true it was when your dad said you were an emotional girl. You cried… a lot. But that was okay, Joel didn’t mind helping you pick the pieces up again. He’d guard your heart for you.

“I’m s–s-s-o-r-r-yyyyyy!!”

“Oh, darl’n, c’mere” Joel pulls you into his strong safe arms. “Why’re yuh cry’n? I ain’t mad.”

“I was texting Tommy!”

You let you cry for a moment, then picked you up and sat you on his counter. Firm but gentle, he took your face in his hands. “Look at me now, pretty girl.” He waited until your sad eyes met his. “You don’t gotta apologize for that.”

“It’s just friendly, I promise!”

“It’s alri-”

“He’s your brother and I care about you so I care about your family!”

Joel squeezed your cheeks until you stopped talking, his eyes intense on yours. “I don’t care that you’re texting Tommy. I watched him fuck you, and he’s known you as long as I have. I trust you, and if you want to have sex with him again, I know you’ll just talk to me.” Letting go, Joel kissed your lips, tasting the frilly alcohol. “You’re mine.” He thumbed a stray tear away.

You look up at him, still a little stressed. “I’ve been accused of cheating. A lot. I never ever have! Ever!”

“I believe you.”

“It’s just… other guys… if I didn’t want to have sex or spent too much time with my friends or family or was laughing at my phone and… I dunno… I might be a little defensive…”

Joel did not like that one bit. “Darl’n, I’m sorry that happened.” He took your face in his large hands. “I ain’t ever gonna make you feel bad for not wanting to have sex, and I love that you have great friends and family. I happen to like your family a lot too.” He winks, a nod to how you met. “And I’m glad Tommy makes you laugh, because I like watching you laugh. ‘M sorry for acting grumpy.”

Finally you smiled again, reaching your arms up. “I like that you’re grumpy. My grumpy old man.”

Joel swatted your ass and called you a brat.

“JOOOOOOEEEELLL!!!” You whine in bed, kissing him and grinding yourself against his hip. Although he gave you sweet kisses, he kept pulling your hands away your you tried to undo his belt. “Come oooooooon!!!”

“Nuh-uh” He said firmly. “You were about to pass out while I brushed your teeth. Go to bed, I’ll fuck you when you’re not drunk off you ass.” Although judging how much you dran

You begin sobbing again. He didn’t even know if you knew why this time.

“Oohhhhh no.” Joel chastises, but pulls you onto him so he could hold you. “None of that. Hush now…. Hush…” Joel rubs your back in your soft warm PJ’s. 3 seconds later, you’re snoring on top of him.

“Happy St. Patrick's Day, Darl’n”

COMMUNICATION IS IMPORTANT!!!

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up next is technically easter but im kinda starkly aware we've established reader celebrated christian holidays and im like what if i spice it up? what if their friend invited them to purim? bc I love Purim and i wanna see Joel in a costume LMFAOOOO

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tryingtodotheright-thing · 3 months

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Hello Sunset - 3

AN: I actually managed to write this chapter quite quickly. It was originally longer but I've decided to break them into two chapters so it flowed better. The pacing of the story is still slow for now as we slowly get to know Y/N and the history of her relationship with S.Coups. There likely won't be an update this weekend and the next update won't be till the weekend after. As always, I would love to hear people's thoughts on the story. Anything you'd like to see?

PAIRING: Seungcheol x fem!reader GENRE: exes to lovers, idol verse, angst WORD COUNT: 2,918 WARNINGS: reader has anxiety and depression, swearing, mentions of alcohol

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After texting Rachel to not bother and that she’s going straight to bed, Y/N draped herself over the couch in her living room. She felt like she’d aged 10 years after this one day and couldn’t quite bring the energy to wash up and change into her pyjamas yet.

“Alexa, dim the lights.”

The brightness decreased and the dullness of the light eased the onset of a migraine Y/N had sensed since she’d left Sian’s office. The office was a scenic walk from her apartment in Central London and any other day, Y/N would have walked the 50 mins from Kensington Arcade but today, she couldn’t fathom an extra minute outside the safety of her flat. This was her safe place. She wasn’t so famous that the paps cared about her and she definitely wasn’t the richest or even the most famous person on her street. The place gave her a sense of calm she couldn’t quite get at home and it’s why she hadn’t made her way back to the house in Kingston, especially with her parents there. She couldn’t even imagine going back to the house and facing the questions from her parents. She didn’t have the fight left in her to hear their accusations and the emotionally charged words that pierced her confidence till it all seeped out.

She’d been planning to admire the sunset tonight, enjoying a drink on a rooftop bar whilst basking in the dying embers of the evening sun. Instead, she was drowning in her misfortune and wishing she could spin the clock backwards by two years to the summer of 2023. Maybe she was better off with music just as her hobby. Sure, she wouldn’t have experienced so much of the joy she’d come to know, the love of strangers bonded with her music, the luxuries she’d become accustomed to including the very flat she was currently and much more. But she also wouldn't have experienced the heartbreak she’d felt and was still left keeling over.

With strict parents who cared more about success and reputation more than their children living and learning from life, she’d never really encountered love or interacted with the opposite sex in a romantic manner till she’d escaped the clutches of her parents and landed in university. The men she met were at the beginning of their youth and weren’t looking for the commitment and the same things she’d wanted in a relationship. She’d cried tears in frustration then but now looks back and laughs at her younger self, so naive in thinking she had everything figured out. It wasn’t all bad. She’d experienced butterflies at first sight, library dates like the ones she’d admired in books, the passion of her youth with every emotion fully felt and overwhelming and so very wonderful. She’d learnt a lot about herself, learnt what she wanted out of a bad partner, which habits grated on her nerves, especially in a boyfriend, and she’d also unlearnt some of her own bad traits.

After the short courtships and immature versions of a relationship, Y/N had turned her focus to her career. Entering the working world was when she truly began to feel like an adult. At first, it didn’t seem so different from when she would pretend as a child that she was a grown up, wearing her mother’s heels that were too big for her child-sized feet and dragging her handbag, shouting I’m off to work like she’d seen on TV. She’d felt small in the workplace, a cog in the machine and until she’d started to witness the impact of her work, she’d felt unsure of her place. Just when she’d started to feel comfortable in her own shoes, the pandemic had happened. The first year was horrible; there was no other way to put it. Y/N was sure many had felt the same as her then. Being in lockdown with no social life and just her parents for company didn’t help. Her relationship with her parents got worse. Every little thing was exacerbated and she was ready to pull her hair out. The only thing that gave her peace was music. It was a way to relax at the beginning. She’d recorded songs for fun, just like she had when she was young, only this time they were songs of her own creation. She’d gathered a small following on YouTube by the end. She started by playing small gigs on the weekends and people would actually pay to see her. Her time had been limited and she had been too scared to take the leap until Sian reached out. Since then, her life has been a rollercoaster. Meeting Seungcheol in the midst of all of this wasn’t in Y/N’s plans. She hadn’t been looking for a relationship. She definitely hadn’t thought she would be someone he would be interested in. Everything had moved fast in a whirlwind. It fit the theme of her life for the past two years.

Y/N wasn’t new to the South Korean entertainment world. She’d been an avid k-pop fan when she was younger, having been introduced to the music by Rachel when they’d first met each other in secondary school at the age of 11. In fact, the interest spurred her on to study languages, particularly Chinese, Japanese and Korean as her chosen course for her university degree. She’d dipped in and out of the music genre, keeping tabs on the groups she’d liked and her music taste broadening as she grew older, preferring solo artists more. She hadn’t quite kept on top of the new generations of idols and only knew some of them by name. SEVENTEEN was one she was familiar with and funnily enough, she’d only gotten introduced to them earlier that year by her friend, Eun Ji. Choi Eun Ji, Rachel and Y/N had been the eccentric trio back in secondary school, at least until Eun Ji moved back half way through to complete her studies in Seoul. Eun Ji had shared a clip of an episode on Going Seventeen and Y/N was trapped. She’d worked her way through their discography and found herself shaking with giggles every time she watched an episode of them on a variety show. She’d never had a big group of friends to rely on, Rachel, Eun Ji and a couple more being the ones she would call her true friends. It was healing to watch the band together, their bond settled her soul and she truly believed that you could find love and peace from strangers. The beginning of 2023 had been so unsettling and Y/N didn’t handle changes well. Having an extra set of friends, as she called them, who would always readily cheer her up and take her mind off the doubts that plagued her at night, was something she treasured. So, imagine her surprise when she met one of the people she admired.

27 September 2023

Y/N felt self-conscious in front of the cameras. This wasn’t her first press event, especially after the past two weeks of radio shows, tv guest appearances and live performances. She’d already been invited to Paris Fashion Week to view Marni Women’s SS 2024 show before everything had blown up. Sian had said maybe they had moved her up front a few rows, but that’s all it was so she had nothing to fret over. Y/N disagreed. She was sure she’d pissed off whoever it was that had been bumped off their seat at the very least.

Y/N knew nothing about fashion. She wore what made her feel good and she tried her best to support the right brands. She also didn’t know anyone here so she felt like the sole prey in front of a room full of predators. Despite all of that, she tried to put on her best smile as she posed in her Marni yellow stretch-crepe midi dress. As the flashes began to dwindle, she took that as her sign to move off towards the building when she heard her name called by someone.

“Y/N! Y/N, hold up!”

Her black boots came to a stop and she twisted her face to look behind her. It was Issa Rae. Issa Rae knew her and was calling her name. The actress was also dressed in yellow and looked stunning. She waved Y/N over saying, “The girls in yellow need a picture together. Come on!”

Y/N walked back over, trying not to stumble and embarrass herself in front of everyone. It felt like everyone was watching her now. After posing together for a few pictures, she graciously thanked the actress and stepped away, trying her best not to run away and hide in a bathroom stall somewhere. As they took the pictures, Issa had shared how much she’d enjoyed listening to Y/N’s music and how she’d been familiar with her song as it had been recommended to her by a friend when she’d visited London for the UK promotions for Barbie. She wasn’t used to the attention, let alone praise from famous people she’d only seen on TV or the internet and her face felt as if it was on fire. Thankfully, the make up and her skin colour hid most of this reaction.

Emma Stanley, Sian’s assistant and the person to usually join her at these events, joined Y/N and directed her inside to her seat.

“That picture was a great shout. Have you met Issa Rae before?” Emma asked as she walked in step with Y/N and handed her a bottle of chilled water. Y/N shook her head in response as she took the bottle and took a sip. The coolness helped hush the tension in her gut and she tried her best to breathe normally, focusing on the inhales and exhales. When she found her seat, she took her place and Emma sat beside her. The seating was arranged in one row so Y/N was relieved to realise Sian had been joking.

Emma browsed through the Calendar on her phone as she reminded Y/N of their plans for the rest of the day and the next few days in Paris. She was due to also be at the Victoria Beckham show on Friday and perform at the after party. She’d then attend the Vivienne Westwood show the next day before taking the Eurostar back to London. In between, she had interviews with magazines and would be working in between. Y/N had been taking unpaid leave to meet the demands of her schedules after she suddenly rose in popularity. Her manager and company had accepted things with grace, especially when she’d topped the UK Charts, ranking number 1 on the Sunday that had just passed.

A few moments passed as Y/N continued to take small sips of her water and restore her composure. A buzz in the air began as she saw more celebrities walk inside and she could hear the garbled shouts of fans outside. Usher walked in and a throng of people followed behind him. He walked in her direction and she realised he was most likely seated in the centre of the long walkway, which was a few seats away. As he neared her seat, she hesitated on what to do. What did people normally do in these situations? Should she get up and greet him? Should she pretend to be busy with something? Before she could decide, Usher’s long strides got him to her and he came to a stop, saying, “Y/N right?”

She half jumped up from her seat at his acknowledgment.

“Yes, that’s right. I’m a huge fan of your music!” Usher reached out for a hug that was slightly restricted by his outfit. He said he’d been really enjoying her latest song. To her surprise, he mentioned that he had checked out a few of her YouTube videos from when she was younger but hadn’t known that Y/N had made a return. He said he would love to speak to her more about her upcoming album plans. Emma, who had been listening at a distance, quickly slipped her card to Y/N.

“That would be my honour! I’ve actually been working on an album since the summer. I would love to get your thoughts on it. I think you might know my agent, Sian Doyle. She’s been talking about getting someone to co-produce it as some of the songs were written a while ago and need tweaking in style.”

Usher’s grin grew wider at Sian’s name and chimed that he knew Sian very well and that he knew her parents even better. He’d taken Emma’s card and passed it to his assistant but then proceeded to grab his phone and asked for Y/N’s number. She tried to keep her voice steady as she gave the information. After final pleasantries, Y/N thought he would keep walking to his seat but he had asked if she’d met the person sat next to her.

As she turned to her right to the direction Usher was looking at, she realised someone had arrived to take the seat next to her and it was Joshua Hong of SEVENTEEN. Her lungs had run out of oxygen and her mind had gone blank. What were the chances?! Emma subtly elbowed Y/N as Usher waited for a response.

“No, we’ve not met but I do know of him.” Usher turned to Joshua and waited for Y/N to say something but when she didn’t, he introduced himself.

Joshua had gotten up from his seat, realising the conversation was coming his way. He enthusiastically returned Usher’s greeting and chatted about the show.

“And this is Y/N. She said she knows you.”

Y/N broke out of her daze at the sound of her name and quickly collected herself. She stuck her hand out for a handshake and said, “Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I love SEVENTEEN’s music and really respect your work as an artist.”

Joshua smiled at this and thanked Y/N. The three of them continued speaking for a few minutes before they all received the signal to take their seats.

Y/N sat back down at her seat, playing nonplussed at being at close proximity to one of Kpop’s most handsome idols. She admired the colourful patterns of the show and made note of clothes she could see herself wearing, chatting to Emma about them. Joshua leaned over a couple of times to ask her thoughts. At the end of the show, they naturally gravitated towards each other as they moved towards the post show reception.

Feeling more relaxed now, Y/N loosened up and was chirpier.

“I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of Usher earlier, but I’m actually a CARAT, albeit a baby one, so I’m pretty proud of myself for keeping it together!”

Joshua laughed at this and returned the compliments saying he'd really liked Y/N’s song ‘Stripes’ but he was too shy to say anything. The two stayed close to each other in a room full of strangers but made the effort to network and speak to others before returning to each other and swapping notes. By the time they were ready to leave, the two felt like this was the beginning of a good friendship. The two swapped numbers and Joshua was pleasantly surprised that Y/N had the LINE app so they could easily stay in touch. Y/N explained that one of her best friends was based in Seoul. They promised to stay in touch as they parted ways.

Current

Y/N recalled how she had taken the words as a polite offering from Joshua and hadn’t banked on him reaching out after that day. How wrong she had been! Joshua had sent a picture of her on a billboard in Korea a few days later and she’d returned the text by sending him a screencap of the new album’s trailer, saying she couldn’t wait to hear it. The two continued exchanging messages every few days, their friendship growing closer every few days. Y/N found a kindred spirit in Joshua and saw him as the older brother she’d wished she had growing up. Y/N was one of the first to congratulate him upon the release of the new album and he was the same when her first full length album was released on the first day of November.

When Joshua had found out that she was visiting Seoul at the end of November, he’d extended an invitation for her to see one of the concerts and for them to at least meet for a meal. She’d readily agreed and had made plans to watch the show on 30 November in Nagoya. However, fate had made it that they’d actually meet the day before at the second and final night of the 2023 MAMA Awards. Fate had almost been a third person in her relationship with Choi Seungcheol.

Y/N sighed and picked herself off the couch, taking a break from the reminiscing to refresh herself for bed. She left her phone laying on the couch. As she walked away to the bath to have a soak with a glass of red, her phone began to blink as the contact name Joshie 🦌 continued to flash on her screen as she received a call.

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luvrsofbts · 1 year

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I Do Love You

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: tiny angst, fluff, soft boyfie yoon :(

Summary: You doubt your relationship with Yoongi.

A/N: Late birthday post for this man <3

The clock strike 2 as you sat on the sofa of Yoongi’s house, mindlessly scrolling through social media. You had been waiting for your boyfriend to come home, which was what he said an hour ago, but it seems like that was all a lie.

Be home in an hour babe

Miss n love u more

Those were the last texts sent by Yoongi. Not knowing when he was actually going to come home, you decided to pay him a visit at his studio.

As you entered into your boyfriend’s studio, you were greeted with his back facing you. Headphones in and hands on the mouse and keyboard like every other time you would come here.

“Yoongi, it’s almost three in the morning, are you coming home yet?” You scolded, tapping him.

“Oh shit! Y/N, you scared me!” Yoongi jumped, bringing a hand to his chest as he tried to catch his breath. “What are you doing here, baby? I was just about to come home,”

“Yeah, right. You said that almost two hours ago, yet here you are,” You huffed, a frown on your face.

“I’m sorry- I guess I just got caught up, you know how I am,”

“Save it, Yoongi. You know, sometimes it feels like you care more about your job than you do me,”

“What are you talking about?” He questioned.

“This! I’m talking about this! I haven’t seen you in weeks because of our busy schedule, but I still made time today to see you and you knew that too!” You exclaimed, feeling angrier by the minute.

“I know that, but-,”

“Stop. Just stop,”

“Y/N, listen to me-,”

“Do you even love me anymore?” You asked timidly.

“Baby… how could you even ask that?” Yoongi looked at you with sad eyes.

You shrugged, getting teary eyed as you darted from your boyfriend’s face to the ground.

“I do love you, of course I love you!” He proclaimed, standing up and walking to you. “Shit, Y/N. I love you more than anything in this world,”

Taking you into his arms, you started crying silently.

“I’m sorry, I just missed you so much,” You muffled into his chest, squeezing onto him like he could easily slip away.

“My sweet princess, I missed you so much more,” Yoongi whispered into your hair. “You don’t have to apologize for anything. I should be the one that’s sorry, I didn’t know you have been feeling this way,”

“It’s okay, I know how much you love music,”

“I do, but that shouldn’t make my girl doubt our relationship or especially my love for her,”

Hearing the reassurance from Yoongi definitely made you feel better.

“I’m your girl…” You stated shyly.

“Yes, my girl. My sweet, loving girl,” Your boyfriend chuckled, pulling away before smashing his lips onto yours.

You melted right into the kiss, kissing back passionately as you tried to pull Yoongi closer to you as if he wasn’t already.

“Let’s get home now, yeah?”

You nodded, Yoongi leaning in and stealing a few more kisses from you.

“If you ever feel like this again, talk to me, baby,” He consoled.

You nodded, “Okay, I will. I love you,”

“I love you. Forever,”

Another A/N: this was very short but I needed to write something bc I miss yoon so much 😭

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justtwotired · 5 months

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Whispers of the night - Lloyd Garmadon x F!reader

Part 1, Part 2

Your pov:

I looked at my phone, mustering up the courage to take it in my hands and sent a tekst to Lloyd. He had told me to sent him a date, but would he still be able to come if that date was today?

Fuck it, I’m just going it text him.

You

Hi!

I put my phone back down, now to wait for a response. My phone then went of and I yanked it of the table.

Lloyd

Hey :)

You

You told me I could send you a date to hang out, would today work?

Lloyd

You aren’t very good at planning, are you?

But sure, I don’t have much else to do.

You

Damn, don’t need to type it out like that😪

Kidding, can we meet at the park?

Lloyd

Yeah, see you there in twenty?

You

See you in twenty!

Twenty? TWENTY? I definitely had to hurry if I wanted to make it in twenty.

I rushed upstairs, quickly putting on my make up. Downstairs, I grabbed my pack of gum from the table and shoved it in the pocket of my hoodie.

“Bye mum, I’m going to the park with a friend.” I quickly said and kissed her on the cheek. “Be back by six! Me and your father will be out I need you to watch over Ace and Charlotte because the nanny is sick!”

“Alright!” I called back and then closed the door behind me.

I ran to the park, somehow managing to do that on my rather high heels.

I jumped the park fence, not caring to get to the entrance and looked at my phone. Twenty five minutes, it’s fine.

You

A bit late but I’m here, where are you?

Lloyd

I’m at the food stall

You

See you there in a minute

I put my phone away and made my way to the food stall, sitting in front of Lloyd who had taken place at one of the tables.

“Did you run?” He asked amused. “I’m a good runner, believe me, but my house is far away from the park, and my dads got the car and I didn’t want to bother the driver.” I said out of breath, making him raise his eyebrows.

“Driver, huh?” He said and I shrugged. “Yeah, my parents are pretty well off.”

He just smiled before looking behind him for a moment.

“I’m for a drink?” He asked getting up and I smiled, also making way to get up. “Hey, sit back down, I’ll get it.” He assured and I smiled and sat back down.

“Alright then, a passion fruit smoothie.” I said and gave him a five dollar bill. He looked at it unamused and turned away to get the drinks.

When he got back I was glaring at him. “What?” He asked with a laugh, putting the smoothie in front of me. “You didn’t have to pay for my drink.” I said.

“I know, but I don’t care.” He said and I chuckled. “Alright I guess, seems like I’ll be paying for lunch.” And I took a sip of my smoothie.

“We’ll see about that.” He said with a challenging tone of voice, making me give him a wicked grin. It was silent for a moment, it wasn’t awkward or anything, but somehow I just didn’t like it, but what do I say?

“So, you hang out in the park a lot?” Lloyd broke the silence and I almost let out a sigh of relief. “Yeah, mostly with my friends to skate, I spent most of my free time here, and other wise I’m around in the city,” I shrugged with a small smile.

“And you? What do you do?” I asked, actually quite interested. I’m not always that interested in strangers, there was just something about him… something enchanting.

It probably where those damned green, beautiful eyes.

“Oh, I mostly just hang around with my friends, and I train a lot, my life is really not that interesting.” He let out a small laughs and I looked at him intrigued, I highly doubted his life to be uninteresting.

I decided not to comment on it and brush past it. “What kind of training do you do, then?” I asked instead and he shrugged. “Just work outs and stuff,” he shrugged.

“I can see that.” I mumbled before realising what I said and quickly looking away, probably blushing like mad, making him laugh. “You’re not that smooth, are you?” He teased and I glared at him.

“I can be!” I insisted. “Mhm, sure.” He winked at me, making me stick out my tongue.

We spent the afternoon together, he was actually really funny. “Want to go get lunch now?” He asked and I nodded, being really hungry.

“Yes please, where do you want to go?” I asked and he thought for a moment, before a sly grin spread across his face.

“What about Harvey’s? They bake fresh bread every afternoon.” He said and somewhere in me, it felt like he knew, but that’s ridiculous, we weren’t on the news or something.

I laughed nervously, looking around me. “Well, we could, but uhh, what do you think of that cafe over there,” I pointed at a small cafe at the end of the street. “Freshly baked buns.” I read of the sign and he shrugged with a small smile.

“Whatever your majesty wants.” He said making me playfully hit his shoulder.

“Aren’t you hilarious?” I asked dryly.

Lloyd pov:

We finished our lunch, it was pretty funny to see her struggle to make an excuse when I asked why she didn’t want to go to Harvey’s.

Part of me wondered why I was here, she did steal from a shop, and though it where only skittles, I had no idea how much her friends stole and how much she did it.

Was it only supermarkets she stole from? Or did she also steal way more expensive stuff?

We finished our lunch and she glanced around, without saying much.

“Are we done? Do you want anything more to drink?” She asked with a kind smile. I shook my head no. “I’m fine, do you want anything else?” I asked and she shook her head aswel.

Part of me expected her to either grab my arm and bolt out of the store, or leave me here and do the same.

She then smiled at me, stood up and walked to the counter. “Hi, can I pay here?” She asked and the barista smiled. “Yes, of course, you sat at the window there, right?” She questioned making Y/n nod.

The counter was a quite far away, if it weren’t for my heightened senses, I wouldn’t be able to hear them, so I knew she wasn’t trying to make a good impression on me.

“That would be 18.65, do you want to pay cash or card?” The barista looked up. “Oh, make that 24, and card, please,” she said before hesitating. “This tip does still go to you if I pay by card right?” She asked and the barista just smiled a genuine smile and nodded.

Y/n payed and then looked at me with a ‘ready to go?’ Look. I got up, took out plates and left them in the counter.

“Thank you,” I waved at the girl behind the counter. “Have a nice weekend!” Y/n added quickly.

“So, where do you want to go next?” I asked and she seemed to be thinking hard, and she gave me a shy look, which I definitely hadn’t been expecting.

“Would you find me boring if I I’d say the library?” She asked and I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “Of course not, though this is rather unexpected, I have to be honest,” I admitted as I walked my way to the library.

“Yeah well, I’m one of this people that hated school but loved reading. The cold season is coming meaning I won’t get that much customers at my work, I mostly read there in the winter.” She told me.

“Oh, where do you work?” I asked intrigued. “Just a coffee shop, pretty fun actually, not that much colleagues, I’m there every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon.” She informed me. “Great coffee there honestly, my boss is pretty chill so I can just grab some when I want.” There was a twinkle in her eyes and I felt a strange feeling in my stomach.

“Sounds good, you should sent me the adres, I’ll stop by sometime.” I winked making her look the other way. “Sure.” She said and I grinned.

When we walked into the library, she immediately knew where to go and I hid back my smile as she went trough the books.

When we did leave, she carried a bag with three books and a giddy smile on her face. “Where to now?” I asked her and she looked up at the sky.

“It is getting quite late… our nanny is sick so I have to watch my two little siblings this evening,” she said and I smiled. “I’ll bring you home then, if that’s alright with you.” She nodded and i walked her home.

“We should do this again sometime, I really enjoyed it.” She admitted, “I-if you want to, of course,” she quickly said and I smiled down at her.

“I enjoyed it to, we do really have to hang out another time.” I said.

“This is me, here.” She stopped in front of a huge house, I didn’t expect she’d actually live in this neighbourhood when we entered. Sure, she said she was well of, but I didn’t know that meant she was rich.

“I’ll see you another time then,” I winked at her before leaving with a small wave. “Bye!” I heard her say before she opened the big gate to enter the property of her house.

Your pov:

When I opened the door, I was met with my father who grinned at the sight of me. “Ah, if it isn’t my beautifully girl!” He said and I smiled at him, not having seen him since he’d been gone on a business trip.

“Hi, dad.” I said and hugged him tightly, making him hug me back.

“Have you been training in my absence?” He asked and I nodded. “A bit, not to much, but I’ll get back to it.” I promised.

He was the one where I got my powers to create illusions from. Every Sunday he’d train me to fight so I could protect myself and my siblings if it was ever needed.

“Your mother and I are leaving for a dinner party, chef is almost finished with dinner for the three of you, alright, take care of your siblings.” He kissed the top of my head and headed for the car parked in front of the house.

When I entered the house, my mother was rushing down the stairs, she gave me a quick hug before also heading for the car.

I chuckled and headed upstairs to my little sisters room. She was peacefully sleeping but it was time for dinner, so, with a lot of bravery I woke her up.

She cried, of course. It took a while to calm her down and then I carried her downstairs.

I entered the dining room and smiled at two of the staff where putting down our plates.

My little brother Ace was playing games on his phone while I was putting down Charlotte in her chair.

“Ace, no phones at the table.” I said and he groaned. “Come one, N/n, mom and dad aren’t here!” He said and I gave him a look.

“Eat your food, little demon, you can play games after.” I smiled and he rolled his eyes but put his phone away anyway.

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machinesonix · 2 months

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Dune 2 is out, and as a huge fan of the franchise I am in a semiferal state of hyperfixated fervor. I’ve been reading the book again as a coping mechanism, but it has been sort of difficult finding a social outlet for it. See, there is a lot of fascinating worldbuilding that isn’t in the movies and a lot of messianic philosophy that isn’t quite summed up by ‘well actually it turns out Duncan is the real Space Jesus.’ My wonderful girlfriend suggested this metablogging thing might be a better way to get my fix than stopping strangers on the street with a passion for science fiction easily mistakable for radical Islamic fundamentalism so HERE WE GO

One thing that kinda blows my mind reading through Dune is how both movies have given us radically different portrayals of Baron Harkonnen and how both of them are totally believable in the context of the original text. If you’re not familiar, the new sexy Dune gives us this raspy Kingpin type Baron that wades around in a bunch of unsettling fluids with this villainous gravitas like a fascist hippopotamus. In David Lynch’s 1984 Dune we are still dealing with a caricature of obese evil, but he’s just so goddamn jolly about it. He’s giggling and spitting and cavorting around in antigravity while Games Workshop writers take note about how everyone loves his boils. These depictions are so opposite to each other that seeing them both in the text is giving me this weird double vision.

I think the reason is this beautiful context we don’t really see in either version of the film, and that is the psychopath mentat Pieter DeVries serving absolute cunt with his exposition. It’s a worldbuilding thing. The Baron has a 15 year old Feyd-Rautha watching his uncle to learn a thing or two about statecraft. Pieter is a twisted mentat, which is like a human computer with an OS optimized for human rights violations and he is just having none of the Baron’s shit. He flaunts his expensive drug addiction, offers to dance, and repeatedly reminds the Baron that he was too stupid to have come up with this Snidely Whiplash shit by himself. Pieter correctly reasons that the Baron will have him dead as soon as he has outlived his usefulness and that his attitude isn’t going to be much of a determining factor. For now he is very confident that he remains useful.

So eventually Feyd is like ‘Uncle, I’m just watching you argue, I could be playing GameBoy right now’ because GameBoy is what Feyd-Rautha calls the guy with needles for teeth that he hunts through the steam tunnels. And the Baron goes ‘Ah, but you are learning something. See, one of the great things we lost during the robot jihad were Excel spreadsheets that weren’t little bitches.’ And that’s where it gets me. I can’t tell if this is an impatient mastermind flexing his general obesity or a plague-clown who invited his sassy laptop in to make everyone watch his sick burn. Maybe those aren't mutually exclusive. Maybe it’s not that weird and it’s just David Lynch brain poison leaving its indeliable mark.

Mostly I think it’s a profound tragedy that we don’t have an on screen adaptation of Pieter DeVries going full fucking Starscream. Like yeah, we see some animosity but we as an audience have been robbed of seeing a dude who can do orbital physics calculations in his head acting like he just figured out nothing actually happens when mom finishes counting down from ten. As a millenial STEM graduate, I feel a deep sense of empathy for this human calculator vocalizing to his employer that he hopes his home burns down.

#dune #feyd rautha #baron harkonnen #dune meta #Pieter

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OMG propmt time! Uuuuuuuuh…. Well I uh…I KNOW where panchito abandons Jose in the middle of the night, but then months later he comes back but finds Jose in a new house about to get engaged to this other guy, and panchito is like, “ oh pleaseee forgive me! Be with me !” But Jose wan nona dat so it’s like going back and forward with panchito trying to screw up the relationship but Jose actually want to be happy for once in his life and actually loves the guy he is engaged to so idk how to end it tbh.

This is so long 😭😭😭 I’m sorry

Oh my goodness! I am so sorry this took so long. I really went crazy with it so it's pretty long! I tried to keep it as close to what you wanted as I could! I hope you enjoy it and thank you for sending me the prompt!

Having a gay crisis about one of your best friends was one thing.

Having a gay crisis after you spend a long passion-filled night with one of your best friends was something entirely different.

Running from problems was not something Panchito usually did, preferring to face them head-on so he could solve them and get on with his life. Running was something cowards did, especially when it was not only you but also involved a dear one’s thoughts and feelings as well, and this time Panchito could call himself nothing other than that.

The panic had set in as soon as José’s eyes had closed, his breathing even and soft as the cold sickening feeling of dread started to fill Panchito’s stomach. He only waited until he was sure that José was truly asleep before moving quickly, grabbing his clothes and shoving them into his bag as quietly as he could before bolting out into the dark night.

Traveling back to Mexico with memories of that night had been torture. Remembering the way José’s face had grown red as he whispered things in Portuguese that Panchito hadn’t fully understood but caught enough of the meaning. How their kisses had felt electric, the feeling of his body pressed against Panchito’s, and how tightly he had held Panchito’s hand as they both finished with groans.

It was strange how badly it hurt when he only received one text from José asking if he was okay and then received nothing else even when Panchito tried to text or call.

He didn’t blame José.

If anyone had treated any of his sisters, or brothers to be fair, like that he would have hogtied them and dragged them through the town behind Señor Martinez for everyone to shame them for doing such a thing. He had thought about doing it to himself, but Señor Martinez would have never done anything to hurt him so Panchito had settled for going to his hometown Parish and asking if he could stay there for the time being. He did not dare try to go to his parent's home with his head filled with such confusion and turmoil, they would never leave him be.

Though alone, Panchito’s thoughts were only filled with José.

How he smelled. Castile soap, Malbec cologne, and the faint hint of cigar smoke since José had started smoking outside because it bothered both Donald and Panchito.

The way the feathers around his neck and cheeks would fluff up when he started to lose his temper.

How well he could hold his liquor until suddenly he couldn’t and he became the most clingy thing anyone had ever come across.

His favorite foods. His favorite music. His favorite places.

Panchito even missed how deceiving José could be.

Father Quintero had been very kind, letting Panchito stay with him and help around the parish wherever it was needed. The man did not ask Panchito what was bothering him or why he was back, only told him that he was there to listen if Panchito needed to talk. It wasn’t until he had been there for a month that Panchito finally broke down and confessed everything that he had been thinking, feeling, and had done to the priest after Father Quintero asked why Panchito never seemed to play his guitar or sing anymore.

The reason was because it made him ache for the bird he had left behind.

Father Quintero had listened calmly, handing him tissues when Panchito had been unable to hold back tears and a soft hand on his back when he would get choked on words he had been too afraid to say before.

“I love him.” It was whimpered, words raw and cracking as they came out of his mouth. “I love him more than a friend and not like a brother.”

It had taken weeks of talking, Panchito questioning Father Quintero on every single possible thing that he could think of now that he could admit his heart truly belonged to another man. He had been surprised when the priest never seemed to judge him or tell him that his feelings were vile and sinful. Only would take his hand and make sure Panchito was looking him in the eyes before he said, “You are a good soul, Francsico. It is my opinion that it is your actions that God looks at when our time comes and not those we love. I do not believe love can be a sin because it is one of the fruits of the Holy Spirit.”

It was another two weeks of thinking before he packed up his guitar, thanked Father Quintero for all of his help and set off with determination in his heart.

He would go back to José, not to beg for another chance, but to apologize fully and wholeheartedly for what he had done to someone so dear.

Talking to Donald before traveling to Brazil had been one of the scariest and most hurtful moments in Panchito’s life. Donald was angry. Livid. Things were thrown at him, and truly nasty, ugly words yelled at him right on Donald’s front door.

He had told Panchito to go away, that he wanted nothing to do with someone who would treat a friend the way Panchito had, and slammed the door in his face. Panchito had gone back to his hotel room, surprised when at three in the morning a text from Donald woke him up.

Donald: You are an absolute bastard who doesn’t deserve any kind of kindness after what you did…

Donald: But you are still my friend and I love you…

Donald: Bring lunch over tomorrow. Nothing cheap. I’m pissed as hell and I will be even more angry if you bring fast food.

The lunch had lasted well into the night, from glasses filled with soda to being refilled with whiskey. The first few hours Panchito got another verbal lashing, and he sat and took it because it was what he deserved, but after that real conversations started.

“Did you know he’s engaged?”

Panchito’s shock must have shown on his face because Donald gave him a look with a raised eyebrow and Panchito had to clamp down on the feeling of hurt. It had only been two and a half months since he had held José in his arms and the other had whispered words of affection into his ear, had he been that easy to move on from? Anger sparked for just a moment before Panchito told himself he wasn’t allowed to feel that way.

He had left first.

“No,” Panchito whispered, putting his head in his hands, feeling more defeated and sad than he had his entire life. “I didn’t. Rosinha?”

Donald snorted and Panchito knew it was a dumb question to ask.

He loved José, but the parrot truly made a lot of bad decisions, especially when it came to the women in his life and how he treated them. Rosinha had been one of the most frequent victims of José’s fickle and flighty interests, putting up with so much that both Donald and Panchito were relieved when she finally had enough. She and José had stayed friends which was a miracle and some ugly part of Panchito hoped that because he hadn’t done anything as bad as José had to Rosinha maybe they could at least stay as friends.

A thought that had come up numerous times while he had been away floated up and he looked up at Donald. “Do…do you think I was just a fling?”

Donald sent him a glare. “Would that make you feel better? That running away wasn’t so bad as long as it didn’t mean anything to him?”

Panchito hunched his shoulders, feeling ashamed because it was true, but at the same time the idea of José seeing him as nothing but a friend to have a fun night with made him feel sick.

Donald sighed after a moment and shook his head. “No, Panchito. José can be awful, but you are his friend first and foremost. He wouldn’t have risked that for sex unless he felt that way towards you.”

By the time one in the morning came, Panchito found himself on Donald’s couch a bit drunk with Donald’s arms wrapped around him in an embrace that made Panchito’s already red-rimmed eyes water again. Donald let him stay at his house while Panchito sorted everything out and for the first time in two and a half months, Panchito picked up his guitar and started to work on a new song.

Finding José had not been hard, his new fiancée was an actress from a wealthy and respectable family in Brazil and they frequently went to and threw several events. While finding José had not been hard, getting into the soonest party he would be at was. He’d had to use his charm and disguise techniques he’d learned as a Caballero just to get in the band that was playing for the event.

He hadn’t even taken off his fake beard when he heard José speak.

“Ah. Hello, meu amigo.” José’s voice carried a friendly tone, but it sounded flat and off to Panchito’s ears. “To what do I owe the pleasure of you sneaking into my fiancée’s gala?”

Panchito felt a lump in his throat as he slowly stood and turned, terrified now that he was face to face with José. He had been thinking about this moment for so long and now that he was here nerves threatened to take over but moved past it and took a deep breath. “I came to apologize.”

There was no look of shock or anger, just a mild look of curiosity and an easy smile that did not reach the parrot's eyes. “Oh? For what, Paco?”

Panchito frowned, frustrated at the nonchalant act, before he took a step forward toward the Parrot, instinctively reaching out. He froze when José gave the smallest of flinches at the movement and Panchito immediately dropped his arms and pulled back. He let out a soft sad sigh before shaking his head and looking back up at the man who owned his heart.

“For that night. I had-“ Panchito stopped when José clicked his tongue and waved his hand in Panchito’s direction in a dismissive way.

“Oh, dear Panchito,” Jose shook his head. “You do not have to apologize. It was a moment of crazy passion, nothing else.”

Panchito’s heart hammered in his chest, courage rapidly fading as those light brown eyes stared at him as if Panchito was just another random person in the room.

“But I do,” Panchito replied, pushing past any of his feelings of fear and hurt. “I did something someone should never do to a friend. Especially to a friend that they love. Love more than anything.”

The sudden look of fear in José’s eyes made Panchito’s heart clench and he took a step back when José took a threatening step towards him. Green feathers around his neck and cheeks ruffled in anger even as his expression smoothed out into a distorted look of forced friendliness that honestly scared Panchito.

José laid a hand on his shoulder, grip tight enough to cause Panchito to wince and sway when José gave him a ‘playful’ shake.

“I said,” Jose replied. “There is nothing to apologize for, meu amigo. So let us leave it at that.”

Panchito was not given a choice, José letting go of his shoulder and walking away without even a single look back. Crying right now in front of a large group of people was not ideal and Panchito took a deep steadying breath to compose himself as José’s figure disappeared amongst the crowd.

Give up.

He clearly does not want to think about that night.

Or about you for that matter.

Give up. Go home. You failed.

He should give up. He should go home. But he wouldn’t. He was done being a coward.

Panchito went back to the band, asking them for one very large favor before he set up to play their setlist. Pure stubbornness allowed him to play through their music with no issue, his anxiety quieted as his fingers strummed the strings of his guitar. It was only when they had finished their sixth song and the leader of the band announced they had something new for the audience that Panchito felt the unsettling creep of fear.

Panchito attached the strap to his guitar with shaking fingers, slipping it over his neck as he stood and moved over toward the microphone. He swallowed thickly and nodded when the other singer clapped him on the back and muttered words of good luck before leaving him alone at the front of the stage. Panchito made sure the microphone was in the right place to pick up both his voice and guitar before taking in a settling breath and pulling up the courage he used to know so well.

He laid his calloused fingers against the frets, his other hand moving to very gently brush against the strings and he looked out into the crowd to see if he could find José. There was no sign of the parrot and Panchito refused to let the hurt and fear take over that José wouldn’t even hear what he had made.

As a last-minute thought, he decided to switch the words he had written for the man from English to Spanish. José knew English fluently but Spanish was a little harder, especially since Portuguese was so close to it that there were often misunderstandings. That way, José would hear his song but could decide for himself if he wanted to hear Panchito’s apology. It was all José’s choice and Panchito let everything go as he poured all that he felt into the first gentle cords of the song.

Hola mi amigo, mi querido, mi amor. (Hello My friend, My dear, My love.)

¿Me estás escuchando? (Are you listening?) Hay tantas cosas que quiero decir. (There are so many things I want to say.) Tantas palabras que me han llevado a llenar la página. (So many words that have filled the page.)

¿Puedes hablar? (Can you speak?) Necesito tu voz como en las canciones que solíamos cantar. (I need your voice like in our songs we used to sing.) Una hermosa armonía entrelazada como un sencillo anillo de oro. (A beautiful harmony like a simple gold ring.)

Hay muchas cosas que desearía no haber hecho. (There’s many things I wish I didn’t do.) Como no quedarme hasta que saliera el sol contigo. (Not staying till the sun rose with you.) O huir porque tenía miedo de lo que significaba. (Running because I was scared of what it meant.) No pensar en lo que eso significaría para ti. (Not thinking what it would do to you.)

Hola mi amigo, mi querido, mi amor. (Hello My friend, My dear, My love.) Lo siento por haberte herido. (I’m sorry that I hurt you.) Hola mi amigo, mi querido, mi amor. (Hello My Friend, My dear, My Love.) Lo siento por haberte dejado. (I’m sorry that I left you.)

No sé si este llamado te llegará. (I don’t know if this call will reach you.) Sé que esto no es ni remotamente suficiente. (I know it’s not nearly enough) Mi amor es cristalino, claro como mi mente. (My love is crystal, clear just like my head.) Me tomó tiempo y ahora, lamentablemente, es tarde. (It took time and now it is unfortunately late.)

Si no es así, mi corazón y mi alma te daré. (If it is not, my heart and soul to you I’ll give) Estaré contigo y cuidaré de ti mientras viva. (Be with you and take care of you as long as I live) Si es así, por favor, no te preocupes, no te molestaré. (If it is, please do not worry, I will not bother you.) En mis sueños te abrazaré fuerte y rápido. (In dreams I’ll hold you close and hold you fast.)

Hola mi amigo, mi querido, mi amor. (Hello My friend, My dear, My love.) Lo siento por haberte herido. (I’m sorry that I hurt you.) Hola mi amigo, mi querido, mi amor. (Hello My friend, My dear, My love.) Lo siento por haberte dejado. (I’m sorry that I left you.)

Te deseo solo cosas buenas. (I wish you only good things.) Una vida plena y libre. (A life full and free.)

Buenas noches mi amigo, mi querido, mi amor. (Goodnight My friend, My dear, My love.) Lo siento por haberte herido. (I’m sorry that I hurt you.) Adiós mi amigo, mi querido, mi amor. (Goodbye My Friend, My dear, My Love.) Lo siento por haberte dejado. (I’m sorry that I left you.)

The applause startled Panchito, so lost in pouring his heart out that he had forgotten where he was for a moment. He once again tried to look through the crowd, but when there was no sign of José Panchito could only bow and step back as the band continued with their songs.

He heard nothing from José for the rest of the time he spent in Brazil.

Nothing from José as he flew back to his home where he sat his parents down to tell them of his love for another man.

Nothing as he stayed home for a few months to help around the house as well as going to visit Father Quintero, doing a few odd jobs for the priest when he needed help.

Nothing as he planned his yearly trip north to visit Donald and the family, making sure that he would not be coming around the time José did. It used to be something José and he did together, but Panchito knew that wasn’t something he could have anymore.

“Did you know your song is crazy popular in Brazil?” Donald questioned as they sat at his dinner table one morning, Panchito sipping his second cup of coffee because he had already been up with the sun while Donald stirred his first with a sleepy stare.

Panchito nodded. “Si, I know. Someone called a while back to see if I would be willing to record it.”

Donald glanced up from his coffee to look at him. “Are you going to?”

“No,” Panchito said with a small smile, time had given him a quiet sense of melancholy peace. “The song is not for everyone. It is only for him.”

Donald didn’t say any more about it and they moved on with his visit.

It was on the day that he was leaving Duckburg, bags packed and a plane ticket bought for Italy, that Panchito finally heard something.

The soft knock on his motel room door made him frown as he shoved his toothbrush and toothpaste into a plastic bag. He had said his goodbyes to Donald and the family yesterday after they had all gone ice skating so he could not figure out who would be at his door. Maybe housekeeping? But he had put the little sign on the door to refuse that, hadn’t he?

“Sorry!” He called. “I don’t need that today, but thank you!”

It was quiet on the other side and Panchito was about to go back to packing when he heard a familiar sigh through the door. His heart leaped into his throat when he heard the soft smooth voice he loved so dearly speak. “Do not leave me out here, Paco. People will start to suspect I am up to no good.”

Panchito had never moved as fast as he did to fling open that door, breath leaving him at the sight of José being there, right on the doorstep of his motel. José smiled, but it was unsure and his expression was guarded as he looked up at Panchito before looking past him into the room.

“May I come in?” José asked easily and Panchito wondered how the other bird could lock away any emotions so easily. “I would rather talk in privacy and not in earshot of the man who is filling a large trash bin with complimentary ice for a reason I don’t want to think about.”

“Ay!” Panchito cried, quickly moving to the side so that José could come inside. “Of course, of course! Can I get you something to drink? I have…water from the faucet.”

José shook his head, watching as Panchito shut the door before moving to stand next to the plain desk in the room. “Não. Thank you but I will not be staying long.”

“Oh.” Panchito hated how sad and disappointed his voice sounded, trying not to let his feelings get the better of him. José had finally reached out and he would let himself ruin it by doing something foolish. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Donald said you wouldn’t be recording your song.”

“Ah.” Panchito suddenly felt tired. “No.”

José stared down at the desk as if it had something interesting on it. “Why not? So many people would buy it. It truly is a hit in South America, especially in Brazil.”

“You know why.”

That answer seemed to irritate José, a frown suddenly on his face and an annoyed huff slipping out as he turned to look at Panchito fully. “Then why play it in front of such a large crowd?”

Panchito gave a weak shrug. “It was the only way I knew that you might listen.”

José snorted and crossed his arms over his chest, eyes moving to look down at the floor. “Do you know how frustrating it is? To hear that song everywhere? A song that I didn’t want to hear? You could not leave it alone could you?”

Panchito shrank back a bit when José looked up at him with such anger that Panchito wondered if this was it. This was when José would finally tell him that he wanted nothing more to do with him. “I’m sorry, Zé.”

“Oh. I am well aware, Panchito.” José growled. “You keep saying sorry, telling the world you are sorry and your feelings for me. Yet you keep running.”

“Que?!” Panchito cried, suddenly so confused. “How? How did I run again?”

“You came back into my life and sang one of the most beautiful songs about how much you loved me and then just left again!” José yelled, green feathers fluffing up in a way that even though Panchito knew it meant he was angry the sight made his heart beat hard with love. “Not one word from you after! For almost a year!”

Panchito stared at him in shock. “You wanted me to? You made it clear you did not want to listen to me so after I left you alone!”

“Of course, I didn’t want to listen to you!!” José cried, moving closer to Panchito with his finger raised. “Because I knew if I did I would fall again because I’m weak to you! I know I lie and people distrust me, but I have never lied to you when it was important. All those words I said that night were true, Panchito, every single one.”

The room was quiet except for José’s heavy breathing, but Panchito could swear the sound of his heartbeat was loud enough that José could hear it. It was like stepping on thin ice, the choice he was about to make was very likely to break whatever this was and have him sinking into a cold world where José was gone for good.

“Were?” Panchito questioned softly and he watched as José’s face changed to confusion, anger, and then fear.

“Ah, Escroto.” José choked out, his voice cracking as Panchito could see the parrot’s eyes grow wet with tears. “Were…and are. Of course, it is all still true.”

“Zé…” Panchito reached out and this time José did not try to move away, letting Panchito take his hands in his and stand close. “Whatever you want from me, I’ll give it. Even if it is only as a bandmate or less, I don’t care as long as I can still have you in my life.”

“You are truly such a depressing romantic,” José muttered, the humor there amongst the raw ugly feelings.

“I try,” Panchito replied and sighed in relief when José wrapped his arms around him and hugged him and he held the parrot back tightly. “But only for you.”

“Please stop,” José grumbled. “I can only take so much of your selfless declarations of love before I feel sick.”

“Alright,” Panchito whispered, the feeling of having José around him again making him feel lightheaded and he dared to rest his cheek on top of José’s head softly. “What do we do now?”

He felt José’s shoulders sag, any tension in the parrot’s body leaving as he leaned his weight against Panchito. José was quiet for a bit before he moved his head out from under Panchito’s cheek and looked up at the rooster with a determined look.

“Well, first I believe you need to treat me to lunch.” José started and Panchito was nodding before he could even think. “Then I want to hear that song again, without hundreds of other people in the room, and you will play it over and over again until I’m even more sick of it than I already am.”

Panchito let out a weak laugh, willing to sing for José until his voice could go no longer. “Of course.”

“And lastly,” José continued, suddenly seeming unsure and nervous. “I want you to buy me a ticket for the same flight you are taking tonight and if you can’t, you have to find a new one that we can both take…together.”

“Ay, Mi alma.” Panchito whispered, voice cracking as his eyes stung with tears. “Of course. Anything for you.”

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