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the0racl30fd3lphi · 1 year

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More than friends, less than lovers. x.t

pairing: xavier thorpe x gn!reader

summary: the whole hyde ordeal has faded slowly in the background as life carried on, the student body ready to grasp onto some new drama. luckily for them, a love triangle is exactly what they needed to fuel the gossip.

warnings: fluff, angst, love triangle (kinda)

a/n: y'all this idea literally came to me at 4 in the morning so please bear with me (as i also wrote it at the ass crack of dawn) i am so obsessed with percy and xavier and wanted to write this desperately, he is all i can think about.

word count: 1,727

part 2 part 3

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You hated this. This, stage, between what you were and what you could be. Xavier was your best friend. He always had been, truth be told. Yet as soon as he broke up with Bianca your relationship had a shift. Suddenly somethings had a deeper connotation, a hidden meaning. You didn’t hate it. In fact, this was exactly what you had been waiting for for years. Until She came along.

You didn’t hate Wednesday, unfortunately. She had done nothing to spark your anger. It wasn’t like she was purposely making Xavier adore her. It looked like she would rather be without it, being honest. But did it annoy the hell out of you that he was so enamored with her so quickly, when she did nothing to give the idea that she would reciprocate? And yet he seemed to not want to give up on her? While simultaneously leading you on, making you believe you might have a romantic future with him? And being oblivious to the pain it caused? It was the only thing you ever thought about.

Genuinely, you wondered how he could still be so obsessed with her to buy her a phone, after she wrongfully got him imprisoned. If that wasn’t a walking red flag you didn’t know what was.

You and Xavier had stayed close throughout this internal turmoil you went through. It hurt like a bitch, but you’d be damned if you lost him over a girl he liked. Suppressing your feelings wasn’t anything you were stranger to, there were other ways to get out your thoughts.

Something you did often, that you’d never tell him was how frequently you abused mimicking his ability. At first he had found it interesting and expressed he had no problem with you copying his habits. But if he knew what you used it for he’d probably be mad.

Each night, after leaving his dorm and sneaking back into yours, you drew a photo from that day. What he looked like when he smiled. How he laughed. Taking into extreme detail his face, scrunched, while watching a show together. Though you weren’t really watching the show so much as watching him.

You kept these drawings in a box, under your bed, all the way in the back. It was hidden enough to never be seen or touched by anyone. So you used the late Rowan’s telekinesis ability to bring it out and put it back. Was this a healthy coping mechanism? Oh not at all, seeing as some drawings that originated from the latest of nights and most intimate moments, would have made Wednesday blush. Of course it's all innocent, right up until you put it down on paper.

"Drawing lover boy again?" Your best friend Val, barked at you from across the room.

"Lover boy? That's a new one," you softly put the new drawing of him in the box, and back under your bed in the furthest corner. "Not such an accurate name this time, you're losing your touch my friend."

"Well you wish it was, so close enough in my book," She shrugs and jumps onto your bed.

"Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades," you pull your laptop on your lap, and press play on your favorite show to watch together.

"You sound like your father," She gags and you playfully slap her arm before shushing her and cuddling into her side.

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It was lunch the next day, you had a free period the class before so you were waiting for Xavier to show up at your usual bench in the quad. He was taking a little bit longer than normal so you started early on your homework.

"If it isn't Xavier's little girl," she paused. "friend."

"Bye Bianca," you waved and put the volume up on your phone.

“Where is he this time? With Wednesday maybe?" she crossed her arms and smiled maliciously. "It's already started!" She laughed.

You tried to mind your business, she only ever wants to cause problems and you know this. "What's started?" you kept your eyes on your work, putting the volume lower to hear her better.

“He's bored of you. Just like when he got bored of me and you two got closer? He's onto Wednesday now, and done with you." She raised her eyebrows and put on an innocent doe-eyed look. "Well, anyway, have a good lunch!"

She walked away and went back to her friends. You didn't want to believe it. Would Xavier really replace you with Wednesday? He couldn't, he wouldn't. Even when he was dating Bianca, sure you hung out less, but you were still in his life. She was just trying to get in your head right?

“Sorry I'm late, got a little held up in class," He put his stuff down next to him and grabbed some food from the lunch you packed for the two of you. Cooking had become a stress habit for you, so nightly you sneak into the kitchens and prepare something for the next day.

“What kept you?" You put your stuff in your bag and grabbed a snack from the pile.

"Class, I said that didn't I?" He talked through a mouthful of food.

“Yeah but, what kept you? The teacher? Extra work?” you tried to press while eating your half of the lunch.

“Uh, just some extra credit work, wanna bring my grade up you know?” His answer was strained, and his eyes looked anywhere but at yours. So you followed his gaze, to Wednesday.

“Yeah, for sure,” You mumbled and went back to eating. Even if you wanted to escape him for another hour, to try and calm the thoughts in your head, you couldn’t. You two had the same class next period and you always walked together.

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The day felt strained, any conversation with Xavier fell off track and eventually died out too soon. It’d been too long since this pattern started. Ever since she came to Nevermore, things slowly got worse between you two. You weren’t as close as before and it killed you.

So like every night, afraid to break habit, you snuck out of Xavier’s dorm to hang out. Right before you were going to knock on the door you heard two hushed voices in the room.

“You can’t keep doing this Xavier, you’re hurting her.” a voice pressed him for answers, sounding upset.

“We’re fine, Ajax.” Xavier fought back, offended anyone would accuse him of doing anything to hurt you.

“How dense are you that everyone can see it, but you?” Ajax stressed the end of his sentence still trying to be quiet.

“See what!” Xavier was getting increasingly agitated.

Your grip on the handle faltered and it wiggled just loud enough for both boys to notice it. Suddenly the door was opening and you smiled sheepishly at Xavier, “Hi.”

“I’m gonna leave,” Ajax looked between the both of you and you moved out of the way for him to exit. He sent one last glance Xavier’s way before he closed the door and went back to his dorm.

“Sorry, did i interrupt anything?” You apologized, still feeling the tense air.

“No,” He ran a hand through his hair in the same manor that always drove you crazy. “Nothing important.”

And just as quick as your conversation, Xavier went to sketching as you made yourself comfortable in his bed with your book. How quickly he could make your heart speed up and then break it felt like a world record now.

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It’s been two weeks now since you accidentally overheard Xavier’s conversation with Ajax that night. Things hadn’t changed between you two, and you can’t figure out if that’s a good thing or not yet. Val had been pushing you to just confront him about your feelings. She knew letting them simmer inside was doing no one any good.

So on a night similar to that one fateful evening, you mustered up the courage to finally ask him what you meant to each other.

“Hey Xavi,” you asked, leaning slightly to the side now as he turned around from the mural he was painting on his wall to look at you. “What do I mean to you?”

He seemed to freeze, face tinting slightly rosier, whether it was blush or anger you didn’t know yet.

“What do you mean?” He dipped his brush in the cup he used to clean them, going right back to his art. It made you study his face, his posture, before continuing your question.

“I mean, I know what you mean to me. I know what i feel for you,” you felt emboldened by seeing him try and play off his nervousness watching him tense and straighten his back. “But I don’t know what I am to you.”

He paused and blinked, it looked like he was going to say something but he made no move to speak. After two minuets he finally opened his mouth, “Where is this coming from? You’re my best friend, you’re.. I..” He trailed off.

“But it’s more than that. More than friends,” he flushed pink, taking in a large gulp. “But less than lovers.” His grip turned white on the brush as he slumped slightly. Still he made no move to speak, so you turned away and went to collect your things. Nothing was said between you two as you packed up what you brought and slung your bag over your shoulder.

As you slipped out the door and into the shadows, mimicking a poltergeist you had once seen and turning yourself almost completely invisible. No one could even hear you breath and you floated through the halls back your dorm.

And in the faint night hair, before you left the wing his dorm was in, you could’ve sworn you heard him call your name and try to get your attention. But it was futile as you just sped up and got back to your dorm quicker.

Val said nothing as you slumped into your bed, rolling your stuff off the side and curling up with a blanket in your arms. She must’ve been able to infer what happened, and she climbed in next to you to hold you as you silently wept. Not even a shake ran through you as the tears fell. No one could hear the sound of your heart shattering that night.

#xavier thorpe x reader #wednesday #peter hynes white #xavier x reader #xavier thorpe #im so in love with him #i wanna shift for him so bad

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ihave-atummyache · 2 months

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do u like chase atlantic?

Stray Kids Imagine

OT8

summary: chase atlantic x skz

NSFW!!! drugs, alcohol, sex, toxicity

trigger warnings: abuse of drugs a little bit, use of recreational drugs but not much emphasis on exactly what drug.

angsty, fluffy, toxic, some sweetness

6.8k words

(u don’t have to know the song to understand the story)

Bang Chan- OHMAMI

Call Maria, lets get drunk

I haven't been out for a month

Got a two-liter in the back and another bottle in the trunk

Columbian gold in the front seat

The foreign girls showing me love

Telling your friends that you hate me

But I know that you can't get enough

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"Come on, Chris. You haven't went out with us in weeks! We're in America, for Christ's sake. We're destined to have a good time," Felix whines at the foot of Chan's bed. He glances up at Felix from his computer than back down. The use of the name “Chris” definitely catches his attention.

"If I go out, will you leave me alone all day tomorrow so I can get this done?" he raises his eyebrows at his younger friend who rolls his eyes in response.

"Yes… Well, probably not. But Scout's honor," he holds up three fingers before continuing, "I will try by best," he smiles and Chan can't help but to laugh.

"America is rubbing off on you. Fine. Let me get ready," Chan closes the laptop and Felix bounds out of the room, excited to tell Han and Hyunjin that he finally got Chan to come out.

What he wasn't expecting when he walked into the club, was seeing you. A familiar face but on a stranger. The same girl he had been practically obsessed with for the entire American leg of their last tour.

You were different though. Expensive jewelry hung from your neck and adorned your delicate wrists and fingers. What have you been doing since he last saw you? What had you been doing for the last year since you two parted ways.

He know it was no more than a hookup that he had gotten unreasonably close to but still, you had a hold on him that was unexplainable. He dragged you on the tour with them for the duration of the rest of the American portion then, he practically ghosted you.

"Y/n?" His voice fills your ears, his accent thick with every letter of your name. You snap your head towards him, your eyes locking with his. Before you can reply, however, a girl steps in front of him, drawing his attention from you for just long enough for you to slide off the bar stool and disappear into the dancing crowd.

"Why the fuck is he here?" You speak to yourself and an arm is slung over your shoulder, stopping you from taking anymore steps. You turn your head and meet eyes with the guy you came here with.

"Where are you going?" he questions, a slight slur in his voice. After seeing Chan, this guy suddenly seems far less appealing. He doesn’t have the sexy accent or the kind eyes. Hell, his body isn’t even half as godly as Chan’s.

"This asshole I haven't seen in a year just happened to be at this bar. I can't stand him. Just seeing him makes me wanna hurl," you grumble and run your hand through your hair before turning to your date.

"Wanna dance?" You question but before he can reply, someone has their hand wrapped around your wrist and is pulling you to the edge of the crowd. You look down and recognize the cuban link bracelet instantly. Chan.

You let him pull you until you're outside of the club then you finally snatch your wrist from his grip. You bring it up to your chest, rubbing slightly at the dull string.

"What the hell? I'm literally here on a date! What could you possibly want?" you exclaim and he takes a deep breath before turning to face you.

"Why did you run from me?" His voice is gentle, it almost has an undertone of guilt in it. Good. He should be guilty.

"Fuck you, Christopher. You fucked my head up. You fucked my heart up and you fucked me up. I'll never be the same because of you," you spit at him and take a step towards him, closing the space.

"Y/n. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Oh, please, shut the hell up. It's too late," you growl at him and turn towards the parking deck where your car is. Honestly, just him being here was enough to ruin your night and you wanted nothing more than to just go home.

"Y/n, wait. Baby, please. Can we just talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about, Chris. I hate you. I'm sure you know that by now. Seeing as the amount of my friends that you reached out to while trying to contact me," you reach your car quickly, luckily you parked on the first level.

Chan freezes when he sees your car. Ferrari? Since when have you been able to afford this? He approaches the other side of the car at the same time you unlock it and pulls the door open.

His eyes practically fall from his head when he sees what's sitting in the front seat of the car. Was that... drugs? Had you been selling drugs?

The expensive jewelry, the expensive car, the suspicious and sleazy looking man you were with.

"Are you a drug dealer? What the fuck?" His voice is much louder than it should be and you quickly get into the driver side of the car.

"Shut up, you idiot. You want to call the police and tell them about it too? Fuck off," you snap at him and reach across the car, pulling the door closed and locking them before pulling out the parking spot and leaving him in the vacant place.

Did he really fuck you up this bad?

Lee Know- Church

And I'll keep leading you on

If you keep leading me into your room

The drinks are all gone

But that's fine, baby, so am I

I'm about to take you back to church

Well, tell me your confessions, baby, what's the worst? Yeah

Baptise in your thighs 'til it hurts

'Cause I'm about to take you back to church

I'll keep you up until the sunset

Speaking in tongues, yeah, we ain't done yet, yeah

"Y/n, you sound like an idiot. He's a dog. You're being just as naïve as all the other girls he has led on!" You friend exclaims and you turn away from her to glance down at your phone again.

minho: can I come over?

You let out a sigh. Maybe she's right. Maybe it was just because of the amount of wine you had been drinking but you suddenly found the confidence to just leave him on read.

"I just feel like I need him so bad. I can't explain it but... I don't know. Maybe I am an idiot," you trail off and drop back on the bed, the half empty bottle of wine tight in your grip.

"He's just no good. You need to give him a taste of his own medicine! He's toxic! He want you at his every beck and call and you always reply. Maybe if you just-" she gets cut off when your phone starts ringing loudly between the two of you.

You grab your phone from the bed and pull it up to your face before letting out a groan. You slide the phone and press answer, putting it on speaker phone.

"Come open the door," Minho's deep voice echoes out of the phone's speaker before you can say a word and you peak over at your best friend, who is just as confused as you.

"Minho I didn't say you could come over," you reply and he scoffs on the other side of the line, obviously annoyed with your lack of cooperation.

"Baby, I've been drinking. Just let me in so I don't have to drive drunk. I'll sober up and leave. I'm already here and my place is too far. Plus, I can't find a ride right now," You groan and sit up in the bed. When you throw your legs over the side and stand, you feel much more warm and fuzzy than you did when you were laying down.

"Lucky for you, it appears I'm a bit buzzed too," You grumble out and then hang up the phone.

"Don't seriously tell me you're letting that asshole in our house," your best friend complains from beside you and you let out a laugh at her face.

"Okay. This is the last time. I'm seriously done after this. I just need to get his magic mouth and fingers and co-"

"Okay! Stop. I don't need the visual right now. Just get to the point," your best friend cuts you off and you chuckle, walking towards the front door and she follows you.

"It's gonna be like goodbye sex. It's just so good..." you trail off and then exhale deeply before pulling your front door open. You hear your best friend mumble something along the lines of “all this to get your dick wet” behind you, but you don’t comment on her statement. Minho looks heavenly, leaning on the wall across from your apartment door and chewing on what looks like a straw from the bar.

"Hi," you breathe out and he pushes off the wall to walk towards you. You move to the side to let him in and he slings and arm over your shoulder before eyeing your best friend.

"Hey," the smug smirk on his face is enough to make you roll your eyes and she narrows her eyes at him. They aren't too fond of each other and both know it.

"Oh fuck off, Minho and fuck you," she spits at him and he chuckles. You start guiding him towards your room and he looks at your best friend again with that cocky smirk.

"The only one getting fucked tonight is y/n," he replies, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"Minho!" You object before pushing him into your room and slamming the door behind you. He really is shitty and you know it but God, the things he can do with his body and the way he looks is just heavenly.

He walks to your bed before plopping down and laying back. You slowly approach the bed and he glances over at you.

"Sit on my face, princess. I've been thinking about your pussy on my tongue all night. I need your thighs on either side of my head while I drown in you," he says it so nonchalantly, letting out a sigh but you just stare at him for a moment before he glances back at you.

"Come on, baby. I know you want to leave me. Let me prove to you how I can worship this body like no other man will be able to. Let me make you want to stay," he's practically begging which is very uncharacteristic of him and you approach him slowly. He sits up when you reach him and reaches towards you, pulling your shorts down your legs.

He gently kisses up your thigh before planting two more on either one of your hip bones. He grips your hips, his thumbs rubbing over the same spot his lips just were. He begins to fall back again, pulling you with him until he has pulled you over his face.

"The only thing I want you to remember is my name. If that means making you cum over and over until the sun comes up, then that's what I'll do," his voice is low and he suddenly pulls you down, his warm mouth making contact with your pussy that he has been craving all night.

Changbin- Friends

And what the hell were we?

Tell me we weren't just friends

This doesn't make much sense, no

But I'm not hurt, I'm tense....

"Binnie? are you home?" Your voice cracks over the phone and Chnagbin immediately sits up in the chair at your tone.

"I'm at the studio. What's going on? Are you alright?" His voice is full of concern and you feel more tears well up behind your eyes.

"Even closer. Is it okay if I come see you? Just for a little bit. I..." you trail off, taking a deep breath, "I have had a bad night and I just want to see you," your voice softens and he feels a small smile make its way to his face.

"Of course. I'll meet you in the lobby," he confirms and stands from his chair to make his way down to where he knows you're walking in. It'll be easier for him to guide you in personally since you don't have a visitor pass.

When the elevator dings, your head immediately snaps towards the sound. Changbin walks off the elevator, looking the epitome of relaxed and sexy. You gulp as you let your eyes drag down the shirt around his buff arms.

"Have you been crying?" His voice echos in your head as he closes the gap between you two. You reach up and gently touch your cheek. You find dry residue, obvious evidence of tears. When had you cried? You know you wanted to but you didn’t realize that you actually had.

"I guess I have been," you reply, your voice completely deflated and he wraps his arms around your shoulders tightly. You don't have the energy to hug him back and instead let out a sigh, allowing your head to fall into his neck.

You close your eyes and take a deep inhale. His scent instantly invades your senses and relaxes you. You have been best friends for years and sometimes just being with him is enough to calm you.

"Come on," he wraps an arm around your shoulders and guides you to the elevator. The entire ride is silent. You were completely caught in your head by your own thoughts. You barely even notice when you're gently guided to sit on the couch. Changbin sits beside you and grabs your hands in your lap, making you turn to face him.

He closes the few inches in front of you and presses his lips to yours. You sigh into the familiarity of the kiss and let your hands squeeze his tighter.

"Y/n, what happened? You can tell me," he whispers, carefully choosing his words in case you start crying again.

"Do you think I'm a slut?" you ask suddenly and he immediately drops his eyebrows to a furrow, shaking his head.

"What are you…" he cuts himself off and you run your hand through your hair messily, letting out a low cuss under your breath as more angry tears spring to your eyes.

"I was on a date and this guy... fuck! And this guy tried to kiss me. I swerved it and he went off on me. Telling me about how he only asked me on a date for some ass. Claiming that I fucked his friend last week and- why are you looking at me like that?" You interrupt yourself when you notice how tense Changbin has become.

"You fucked someone else? You went on a date?" Changbin questions, suddenly becoming much more angry than he was before he said the words out loud.

"Yes? Why wouldn't I?" He snatches his hands from yours and stands, walking towards his desk and leaning over it. He slams his fist down, making a few pencils drop to the ground and making you jump from your spot behind him.

"Binnie, are you-"

"Don't." He whips his body around to face you, pointing an accusatory finger at you, "Don't fucking call me that. What the fuck, y/n? We have been fucking each other for months. How many other people were you fucking?" His voice is suddenly loud and you're sure it would be echoing throughout the hallway if you weren't in the studio.

"Wait... Changbin. We're best friends. It isn't supposed to be exclusi-"

"Best friends.” he scoffs before continuing, “Maybe you are a slut. One cock isn't enough for you that you had to go let yourself be fucked by however many other people?" His words are laced with venom and you blink at him a few times before standing up and grabbing your bag.

"Fuck you, Changbin." You spit out before storming from the room.

Hyunjin- HEAVEN AND BACK

She's high

She lives in the sky

Tonight, she's satisfied

Rolling back her eyes

But then she starts to cry

Everything is turning to black

All in one night

She just went to heaven and back

"Fuck, Jinnie. Don't stop," you moan out, pushing your friend(?) and his heavenly tongue deeper between your legs. His tongue had been ravishing for what felt like hours but also felt so good, like nothing you have ever felt before. Although it felt like hours, it had only been a few minutes.

His licks a long stripe up your sopping cunt before kissing up your body and stops at your nipples, taking one into his mouth and using his fingers to play with the other.

"N-no more teasing. Just fuck me already. Please?" you whimper out and he chuckles pushing back onto his heels and lining himself up with your entrance. His slowly pushes in, causing you both to let out a groan at the feeling.

"Fuck, darling. You feel so fucking good wrapped around me," he groans out, his head falling back in pure pleasure and absolute ecstasy. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he slowly picks up the pace.

Suddenly, he bottoms out and you yelp, immediately beginning to shake at the feeling. It was borderline painful but you also felt so full and it’s felt so good.

"Yeah. You like that, don't you?" he asks again and you nod mindlessly, already feeling like you've reached the clouds. Hyunjin feels like he could die a happy man, completely content being balls deep in your perfect cunt, made just for him.

He drops to his elbows on either side of your head and you instinctively wrap your own arms around his neck. He grabs your chin and gently pulls your face towards him, making your eyes pop open. His eyes meet yours and then he suddenly stops, complete silence falling in the air.

"Are you high?" he suddenly asks and you blink at him a few time, opening your mouth to reply but he sits up, falling back onto his heels and pulling out of you. You shiver at the loss of warmth and sit up on your elbows to look at him.

"Hyunjin, it isn't-"

"Don't tell me it isn't what I think. I see you more fucked up than sober nowadays, fuck. Do you not see that you have a fucking problem? I ask you to be sober for one fucking night and you can't even do it. This is pitiful, y/n," his voice is full of anger and you don't even think he notices the way he's switching between languages, making your brain spin.

"Baby, pick a language. I can't follow what you're saying," you sit up and reach forward to cup his cheek but he pulls away from your touch, stands, and pulls his pants up his legs then his hoodie over his head.

You feel the tears immediately come to your eyes and start to pour down your cheeks. You don’t even really know why you’re crying. Maybe it’s because this moment between the two of you got ruined or maybe it’s because you can tell how pissed he is at you.

"Baby what are you-"

" 'Baby, this. Baby, that'. Just stop talking. Stop. Fucking. Talking," His voice raises and more tears pour from your eyes. You hurriedly grab the t shirt you were wearing from the floor, which happens to be his, and pull it over your head.

"I don't understand why you're so mad. This doesn't have anything to do with you! It doesn't effect you," your voice is slightly shaky but you finish the sentence nonetheless, making him scoff and run his hands down his face.

"Because I fucking love you. I love you more than anything and I want you to love yourself even half as much as I do," his voice is quieter again and you bring your face down to your hands as the tears keep pouring from your eyes.

"Why are you crying?" His voice breaks you from your quiet sobs and you look up. He's already looking at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Are you leaving me?" you ask quietly and he sighs, looking at the door then back at you again.

"We aren't together. How could I leave someone I never had in the first place," he walks towards you and tilts your chin up. He uses his sleeves to wipe the tears from your soaked cheeks and you just look up at him, eyes bloodshot and dilated.

"I'm so disappointed in you, angel. I thought I meant more to you than your substances but it seems I can't compete," a sad smile covers his face and he exhales gently before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You quickly reach out and wrap your arms around his waist.

"You do, Jinnie. I'm okay. I promise. I can stop when I want," you swear to him but he doesn't reply. He grabs both of your arms from behind his back and pries you off of him before taking a few steps back.

"I'll wait for you, y/n. In the future, when you love yourself, come find me," he replies before turning and walking towards the door. You quickly throw yourself from the bed and chase after him.

"Hyunjin! Wait! I-I-" you're interrupted by your front door slamming shut in front of your face.

Han- Meddle About

Cause it's not just a figure of speech

You got me down on my knees

It's getting harder to breathe out

We only met each other just the other day

But you already got me feeling some type of way

Now if I could figure it out

I'd take you back to my house

So we could meddle about

Jisung's breath hitches in his throat when he sees you at the bar. His heart immediately starts pounding in his chest and he turns away, locking eyes with Chan next to him.

"That's her. She's right there at the bar, hyung. What do I do?" Jisung feels like his heart might actually leap out of his chest. Chan glances over at the bar but he can't figure out exactly who Jisung is talking about.

"Leather skirt. Mesh shirt," Jisung whispers to Chan, still not turning to look at you. Chan can't stop the chuckle from falling from his lips.

"You really are down bad. You looked at her for a total of 3 seconds and know exactly what she has on. Any other details you noticed?" he teases and nudges Jisung but he's too thrown off to realize Chan is joking.

"Red lipstick, red hair clip," he adds on and Chan's mouth drops open. He's never seen his friend so infatuated over a girl in all their years of knowing each other. What had you done to him?

"Would it freak you out if I said she's heading this way or would that be a good thing?" Chan leans over to whisper to his friend. Jisung's eyes grow wide but before he can reply, your honey voice rips through the music at the club.

"Hi, Jisung. It's good to see you," your voice went straight to his cock and he can't help remembering all the filthy things you had said to him the other night. The things you were whispering in his ear while he was balls deep in you.

"H-Hi. How are you?" He clears his throat and you giggle, sitting yourself down next to him as your friend sits on the other side of Chan, making a friend of her own to give you and Jisung a bit more privacy.

"I've been thinking about you," he suddenly blurts out and instantly regrets it when your perfect eyebrows shoot up in surprise but the look is instantly replaced with a smug smirk.

He's so fucking cute.

"Oh? What have you been thinking about?" you inquire and wrap your lips around your straw. Jisung can't stop himself of looking. He remembers the way those same lips were wrapped around him. The way he was down your throat. The way your perfectly manicured hands were rubbing him in a way in which nobody had, not even himself.

He gulps deeply and glances at your eyes again. Your’s are already trained on his. His big, sparkly, chocolate, doe eyes had you in a chokehold like no other. You wanted nothing more than to bring him to tears again and he wanted nothing more than for you to bring him to tears again.

"Everything. You've invaded my mind," he suddenly confesses, a bit of a dazed look in his eyes. You let out a light chuckle as you lean over, placing your glass on the table. Jisung's eyes trail over your back and then he finally eyes your legs, stunning thighs and calves. He wants to worship you so badly, show you exactly how you should be treated.

"Oh really? Does it bother you that I've invaded your mind?" you ask, sweetly before resting your hand on his knee. You turn towards him and rest your other arm on the back of the couch, letting your head fall into your hand. You look almost bored, not entertained by Jisung in the slightest but you know that the slick in your panties was an indicator of just how much this boy had also invaded your mind.

He gulps again and adjusts in his seat. You let your hand fall from your head and reach forward, gently playing with the longer hair at the base of his skull.

"As pretty as you are, my Jisungie, I asked you a question," you speak up and let your hand gently trail up the back of his head until your fingers dig into his head and you tug on his hair, rough enough that it definitely hurt but not rough enough for anyone to notice.

"Do you like that I have invaded your mind, my pretty boy?" you ask again and scoot closer, placing a wet kiss to his throat. You pull away and the slight red residue from your lipstick makes you smile to yourself.

"Yes. I like it," he replies and you look up into his glazed over eyes again before releasing your grip slightly in his hair and your other hand makes it's way up his thigh more before brushing lightly against his bulge. His takes a sharp inhale of breath and you chuckle.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, mommy," his reply is instant and almost pathetic. Gosh, you want nothing more than to just have him on his knees for you again, begging to eat your pussy.

Felix- Consume

She said, "Careful, or you'll lose it"

But girl, I'm only human

And I know there's a blade where your heart is

And you know how to use it

And you can take my flesh if you want, girl

Felix knows she isn’t his. That doesn’t stop him from feeling green (GREENGREEN lol) with jealousy. Seeing you wrapped around someone else, your tongue down some strangers throat that he has never seen before.

“Lix, calm down,” Hyunjin’s voice sounds from behind him but Felix doesn’t even pay the man a glance.

“It’s not fair. She’s mine,” Felix groans out and Hyunjin pats him on the back before looking over to Minho with a ‘help me’ look in his eyes. Minho clears his throat before leaning towards the pair so they can hear him over the party’s music.

“If she’s your’s, then why are his hands all over her ass?” Minho’s voice is casual and Hyunjin swears he could have slapped him in that moment.

“You dumbass! That isn’t what he needs to hear!” Hyunjin practically yells but after at his older friend, though it’s all background noise to Felix. He stands abruptly and marches over to you. He puts his hands in the back of your jeans and pulls you away from the man who is standing dazed by your lips.

“Piss off, mate,” Felix’s voice is full of anger and jealousy and the man blinks at him once before scurrying away. You let your body lay back slightly, resting against Felix’s chest. His hand instinctively wraps around your waist and his hand splays possessively across ur stomach.

“Lixie. I’ve missed you,” as soon as your voice makes it’s way to his ears, he feels like he could melt into you. You have him absolutely wrapped around your finger and you know it. He knows that you know it and just lets you use him in whatever way you want.

“You have a funny way of showing it,” he pulls you tighter against him, “Who the hell was that?” Felix’s deep voice rings through your ear and he places a gently kiss just below your ear.

“Mm. Forgot. I just wanted your attention,” you confess and push back against Felix, your ass bumping against his cock, begging to be in you.

“Well you have it. I should fuck you right here so you remember who you belong to, sweet girl,” he grumbles into your ear before sucking slightly on the same spot he had just kissed, leaving a hickey, marking his territory.

“Oh, my love, you know I don’t belong to anyone but myself. We’ve been over this,” you turn in his arms and wrap your arms around his neck. He tucks both of his hands in the back pockets of your jeans as you make eye contact.

You reach up and tuck his hair gently behind his ear before leaning in and pressing your lips against his, he immediately kisses you back and licks the seam of your lips, asking for entrance. You let his tongue into your mouth and he immediately pulls away.

He can taste a liquor on your breath that he knows for a fact you don’t like, then he remembers why he stormed over here in the first place.

“I can taste that fucker on your breath,” he growls out and you chuckle, only making him angrier.

“Oh, I’m sorry honey. Do you want me to brush my teeth or are you just going to kiss me until all his taste is gone? It’s your choice,” you reply and twist his hair around your fingertips gently.

He probably looks pitiful right now to any onlookers. He probably looks like some guy who is completely whipped by a girl that doesn’t even want him and just had her tongue down some different guy’s throat. But honestly, Felix couldn’t care less.

He presses his lips against yours again and you kiss for a few minutes before you grab his hand and place it over your racing heart.

“If I give you a piece of this, will you be careful with it?” You ask, touching your forehead against his before pulling back and looking into his eyes again.

“Give me the whole thing and I promise I won’t lose it. I’ll be careful,” he swears, no trace of a smile on his face.

He wants nothing more than to have just a tiny corner of your heart since you were already taking up the entirety of his.

Seungmin- Tidal Wave

Passion drippin' off the wall, baby

Damn, you make it easy

And drop a little acid on our tongues, baby

We can make it freaky

Don't you think about turning the lights out

I want them to see this

And I say fuck the rules and let 'em find out

But that's just how I'm feelin'

“S-slow down (wink). I c-can’t stay quiet like this,” you whimper out but your boyfriend doesn’t listen. Instead, he leans forward, his chest pressed to your back and his cock impossibly deep in you.

You can’t stop the groan that leaves your mouth, a mix of pleasure and pain forcing the noise from you. He places a kiss on the back of your shoulder then sits up again. His hands gently rub down the arch of your back. The beauty that is you is truly out of this world and he can’t help but just look sometimes.

“Minnie, move,” your voice is whiny and Seungmin lets out a deep chuckle behind you.

“I thought you wanted me to slow down. Now you want me to speed up? Needy little thing, aren’t ya?” his voice is laced with a condescending tone and you clench around him. He suddenly pulls out completely and in one quick motion he flips you to your back and scoots down the bed, his head between your legs.

“What are you doing?” you question, your voice slightly shaky from the constant teasing.

“What do you think I’m doing? I’m going to eat this pretty little pussy until you have no choice but to scream for me,” He raises his eyebrows at you as a blush radiated up your neck and to your face.

“But… they’ll hear. They’ll know,” you whisper shout at him. His band mates were scattered throughout the house. If you get quiet enough, you could hear them. From what you could tell, two of them seemed to be playing some kind of video game together and another was in the kitchen, listening to music and probably cleaning.

“Good. That’s fine with me,” he suddenly replies and plunges a finger into you. Your back arches off the bed and you bite down on your lip to stop the moan.

“B-but you said-”

“I changed my mind. After seeing the way they were looking at your ass in those pants today, I want to make it clear to them that you belong to me and nobody else,” he speaks up and glances down at where his finger is knuckle deep in your pussy before adding another finger.

His lingering gaze makes you nervous and you subconsciously close your thighs, trying to hide yourself from him. This quickly earns you a gentle slap to the inside of your thigh and a firm grip prying your legs back open.

“Why are you looking so much? Let’s turn the lights off. I’m getting shy,” you mumble out which causes a smug smile to break across your boyfriend’s face.

“Never. I love looking at this sweet cunt. All mine too, isn’t that right, baby?” he asks as he slowly begins to pump his fingers in and out of you. You groan and bite down on your lip again but Seungmin moves his hand from it’s spot on your thigh and pulls your lip from between your teeth. He pats your cheek, not enough to be considered a slap but definitely a warning.

“I asked you a question, pup. Don’t tell me my babydoll is already fucked out. I haven’t even made you scream yet,” he gives a fake pout and you groan again.

“All your’s baby. I’m all yours,” you ramble as he speeds his fingers up inside of you.

“Who do you belong to? Say my name.” He demands as he starts to curl his fingers inside of you. He leans forward and licks your clit, making you jump at the contact and he chuckles, the vibrations ricocheting throughout your body.

“Fuck, Seungmin,” you moan out and he slaps the outside of your thigh before kneading the flesh and pulling his mouth away slightly.

“Louder, princess,” he commands and dives back in. He feels you clench around him before suddenly you’re cumming all over his face and fingers.

“Seungmin! Fuck. Don’t stop. Feels so good!” You finally scream out as you grind your face against his tongue, riding out your high.

“Call me what you like to call me,” he demands, another shit eating, smug grin on his face. His fingers are still pumping in and out of you and starting to send you into overstimulation.

“Mmm, daddy! Please slow down! ‘S too much,” you slur your words together and a smirk covers his face as he kisses each of your thighs then climbs back up your body, slowly pulling his soaking wet fingers from inside of you.

“Now I’m going to fuck you and I want you to keep screaming my name just like that. I don’t even want them to think about ever looking at what’s mine again,” he bites down on the skin covering your collarbone, making you buck your hips against him.

“Do I make myself clear?” he pulls back to look you in the eyes and you nod. He raises his eyebrows at you, a warning, “Words, darling. Use your words,” he adds on and you clear your throat

“Yes, sir. Crystal clear,” you nod and her kisses you gently on the forehead before sinking back into you, your wet cunt pulling him with ease.

I.N- Right Here

It's happening again

Well, I don't give a fuck about your friends

I'm right here, here

Oh baby take a look around

I'm the only one that hasn't walked out

I'm right here, here

Hearing the door slams makes you jump at your spot on the couch. You weren't expecting your boyfriend today, but he's the only one who knows your code so it has to be him.

"Innie?" your voice echos. You hear him slip his shoes off before you see your boyfriend walk into the room you're in. His hair looks disheveled like he had been running his hands through it and his face looks wild.

"Innie? What's wrong? What happened?" You immediately snap your book closed and turn your body towards him. He runs his hands through his hair and that's when you notice the bruises on his hands and arms.

"Yang Jeongin. What happened to you?" You jolt up from your seat and walk towards him. You grab him by the elbow and pull him towards the kitchen, flipping the light on as you enter. You turn again and look over your boyfriend's hands.

"Have you been fighting?!" You exclaim and finally meet his eyes. They're unusually cold, the subtle shine when he usually looks at you no where in sight.

"I heard that jackass talking about you. Your ex," his words have a bite behind them and he clenches his jaw. He had seen your ex? He only knows of one ex, he would only recognize the face of one of your exes.

He's a more recent ex. You two only dated for about five months but he took well to the friend group so he has kind of stuck around since you broke up. You ended things amicably and besides it being awkward for a few hangouts with everyone, the two of you were able to put the relationship behind you and be around each other comfortably.

"What does he have to do with anything? Was it him? You fought him?" You start rattling off questions, studying his expressionless face.

"I did," his reply is curt and his eyes finally meet yours again. You have shock all over your face. This can't be happening.

"Jeongin! Your reputation, your career. You have things to worry about. Why would you even fight that guy?" your voice is shaky as you try to organize your thoughts and understand exactly what could have sent him over the edge.

"He was talking to that girl he's been dating. You should've heard him, y/n. God! I fucking hate that guy. If I ever get my hands on him again, I swear I'll k-"

"Stop!" You interrupt him and slap your hand over his mouth to stop his words, "What was he saying? I still don't understand, baby," you use the pet name in hopes that it'll help calm him down. His eyes soften slightly and you pull your hand from his mouth.

"He was talking about how uptight you are. And calling you a bitch and all kinds of names. Told her that you 'gave up your pussy for any man that had a black card'. As if his money isn’t all daddy’s money. That piece of shit hasn't worked for anything in his life," he slams the side of his fist against the wall.

He turns to you again and places his hands over your shoulders but you're staring into space. He said all that about you? Why would he say that? You thought the two of you ended on good terms so what's with the shit talk now?

"Listen to me, babe. You don't need them. You only need me. You always catch them hanging out without you and talking shit. Fuck them. Just me and you. Is that okay? Does that sound good?" His voice is almost pleading and you meet his eyes again. You feel hurt about what he's telling you but at the same time...are you surprised?

"Okay," your voice is barely more than a whisper and Jeongin places his finger under your chin, tilting your head to face him.

"Okay," he replies and places his forehead against your's. You let out a shaky breath then he places both hands on your cheeks and presses his lips to yours.

Jeongin can’t help the feeling of satisfaction in finally having you completely to himself. He doesn’t care if the mentality is toxic but he wants to be all that you ever need. He wants to be everything to you without anyone else standing in the way.

imma start putting a lil author’s note at the end tee hee. i just wanna say that possessive felix>>>. mega fuckin heart eyes bruv. also seungmin is soo pull out, eat it, put it back in and i cant explain why. source: just trust me.

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genericpuff · 9 months

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no but listen, rachel has truly embodied herself as persephone because she's constantly trying to "distance herself" from her past as a medical fetish artist but then keeps the name that's affiliated with her medical fetish art-

Like, I can't believe I never noticed it before tbh, but that was the thought that hit me while I was explaining to someone on reddit what the name "used bandaid" meant and why it was weird that Rachel is STILL using it on her print cover books, even now when she just recently set up a new Facebook account with her REAL NAME and not the used_bandaid penname (I feel like this is an attempt to "legitimize" herself in the industry but idk).

But that leads me into talking about how she keeps lying about LO being her first webcomic project and that really pisses me off. And yes, this is related to the used_bandaid thing, just bear with me here.

A lot of my contempt for this is for reasons that go beyond her, I just hate the notion that people should succeed on their "first try" and that's an idea that's often sold by people like Rachel who spin these grandiose stories of how they were just "trying it out" and suddenly wham! Fame and fortune! You can achieve all this and more if you just xyz!

Literally, in every interview I've found over the past couple years, she always heavily implies that LO was her "first attempt", that she had never used Webtoons prior to LO, and that she was just "dipping her toes" into the medium. None of this is true, she's literally been drawing webcomics since the early 2000's (possibly earlier but the earliest documentation we can find is of The Doctor Pepper Show), LO wasn't even her first webcomic on the Webtoons platform (that goes to The Doctor Foxglove Show which she ended up dumping a chapter in to work on LO almost immediately after starting it on Tumblr) and as much as she'll claim she "couldn't pay anyone to look at her work", she had landed a number of gigs that got her work out there, had been printed in anthology collections, and IIRC she had even won some small local NZ awards for her comics prior to LO. Shit, there was a local beer brand that had her art on its labelling.

But it really feels like she's trying her damn hardest to hide all that, never mentioning or implying that she did anything prior to LO, that she was just a "struggling graphic artist working in retail" until LO happened.

So why keep the penname that's directly affiliated with that past identity ??

It boggles my mind, honestly, especially considering she had gone by MULTIPLE usernames back then, some of which were actually pretty sane that she could have used instead (such as Rach Alex, which she uses in her FB groups, and Rachel Royale).

I wouldn't blame her if she was trying to hide her old medical fetish stuff, whether she didn't want it affiliated with her new LO branding or if she's just embarrassed by it, I can totally empathize with that because god knows I wouldn't be all that proud to show off the cringy shit I got up to during my early days on the Internet. But if she IS embarrassed by it, you'd think the last thing she'd want to keep is the name that's directly affiliated with the thing she's embarrassed by. Almost like a certain pink protagonist who goes by the name she earned after doing the thing she doesn't want to talk about.

But if she ISN'T embarrassed by it, then why lie?

Why paint this picture that LO was a one hit wonder, that she lived on "struggle street" until she found fame and fortune on Webtoons?

Oh right. Because it's a better story.

Because it's way more romantic to be some struggling indie darling who "came from nothing" and achieved fame through one big idea. Because it looks good for the platform who's trying to attract people to their app and website on the promise that you, too, can be a success story simply because you followed the exact same perceived steps that you saw another person follow and advertise.

If you can't tell from my tone, I really fucking hate this kind of disingenuous wish fulfillment advertising. It's manipulative, it's cruel, and it sets people up with expectations far beyond their scope of reaching, both due to the luck and "being in the right place at the right time" involved at best (which is a HUGE factor in stories like these that people never talk about), or through joy-killing comparison at worst when you don't achieve worldwide fame on your first try and wonder why everyone else did (spoiler: they didn't, they just want you to think that because it makes for better headlines and it gets you using whatever product they're affiliated with.)

If Rachel doesn't want to be tied down to her past, that's fine. But it's incredibly irresponsible and flat out cruel to lie about that past existing at all because it sets a horrible precedent to those who look up to her and want what she has.

And I say all that because I've seen what happens to the people starting out who admire these creators who painted the picture that they were just successful right off the bat. It's not a fun headspace to be in, it's robbed many creators like myself and others of their joy in creating, and it's really all just a ploy to get you to spend time and money and energy on a stupid corporate phone app that profits off your emotional investment and labor. Don't fall for it. Pretending like the Act of Wrath didn't happen doesn't remove it from history.

Anyways, I was gonna leave it at that, but then I ended up doing another rabbithole deep dive through her Wayback Machine and found album art she had illustrated for NZ band PorcelainToy. Enjoy this piece of her "dark era" art that still exists without needing to use the Wayback Machine.

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#sorry btw if this seems like a sequel to the post i just made i stg they're not related #this post was written at like 4 am after doing another hyperfixated deep dive #so it's literally just an unfortunate but funny coincidence that it came right after me talking about my own roots LOL #i gotta go to bed i'm getting stabbed with ink tomorrow #lore olympus critical #lo critical #antiloreolympus #anti lore olympus #Youtube

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“But We Love Martha Jones!” - The Doctor Who Fandom’s Selective Memory of Racism

Chapter 1 - Everybody Hates Martha

Contrary to now popular Whovian belief, no, the fandom didn’t like Martha at first. In fact, most Martha praise wouldn't come until years after her exit. The issue came from the “Rose shadow” of RTD1. Rose’s traumatic exit hit Ten like a truck and this echoed throughout The Runaway Bride. The episode beautifully covers the stages of grief; his denial as he forgets he can’t have another Christmas on the Powell Estate; his anger at the Racnoss; his bargaining as he reminisces good times with Rose; his depression knowing her can’t get her back and eventual acceptance - ending the episode with a solemn “her name was Rose”. On paper, this was the perfect closure Ten needed for Rose and a lovely way to say goodbye to her even in her absence. But her shadow still covered the rest of S3 and S4. And not in a good way.

From the jump Ten tells Martha she could never replace her but mind you, Martha never claimed she would, but the fandom acted like she did and was. Her presence is mentioned throughout S3: the “not that you’re replacing her” in Smith and Jones; the “Rose would know” in Shakespeare Code; Ten taking Martha to the New New York slums in Gridlock when Rose got “glitter and cocktails”; the ink drawing of Rose popping out of Ten’s subconscious through John Smith in Human Nature/Family of Blood to Jack and Ten’s convo about her in Utopia to even the Master in Last of the Time Lords, calling Martha useless for not absorbing the Time Vortex like a certain companion. Can you guess who she is? Martha to this day is the only companion to be treated as the rebound to a previous companion and this bled into the fandom. Despite Donna’s growth in Partners in Crime working so well because of her growth after The Runaway Bride, it was still a common sentiment to “wish we went straight from Rose to Donna”. The S4 writing didn’t help Martha’s case either. Ten tells Donna about the crush and other “complications” while conveniently leaving out the mixed signals he sent to her. Plus, he admits his mistakes to well… Donna, and not to Martha’s face despite sharing three whole episodes with her. Martha spent those episodes being a host to a Sontaran clone and being kidnapped by the Hath so the “I’m sorry for underestimating you and comparing you to my previous companion, Martha Jones” never came out of Ten’s mouth. The show’s insistence on Martha as the “failed Rose replacement” gave the fandom great excuses to attack her and welcome a mountain of bad faith criticism that haunts Martha Jones discussions to this day.

It doesn’t matter Martha saved the Doctor with CPR in her debut episode, used the Gamma Strike to defeat the pig men on the spot, saved John Smith, Joan and the rest of the village from the Family of Blood despite how racist they all were towards her, came up with the right word to banish the Carrionites on the spot, got the DNA sample needed from Lazarus and distracted him for Ten, got the 42 crew to dump the sun particles in the fuel, warned Ten about Yana’s watch and most importantly, stayed alive in one of humanity’s most hellish years to restore the Doctor and defeat the Master - she was incompetent.

It doesn’t matter Martha never attacked, belittled or actually insulted Rose but was rather tired of being put down for her instead, or the fact Rose within minutes of seeing Martha said “I was here first” and “Who is she?” with disgust - Martha was jealous and bitter.

It doesn’t matter Ten kissed her for a DNA sample despite her cheek, forehead and hand being available, knew about Martha’s crush and still acted oblivious post-Smith and Jones, hugged her then blamed her for said hug, lied to her about Gallifrey but told Rose the truth in her 2nd episode, called her a novice and literally screamed in her face in Utopia - Martha 100% to blame for the failed TenMartha friendship but not our unproblematic fave Ten.

It doesn’t matter Ten was willing to protect and travel with Donna in The Runaway Bride minutes after losing Rose and Eleven having no issue welcoming Clara after watching another version of her, Amy and Rory die in front of him - Martha had to be belittled by Ten because of grief.

It doesn’t matter Rose and Donna, then Amy and Clara in the Moffat era would need supernatural intervention to gain their titles, or that Rose and Donna needed Ten’s help a few times in their series - Martha had no agency.

It doesn’t matter Ten fell in love with Rose, Madame de Pompadour, Joan Redfern, Queen Elizabeth I, River Song, Astrid Peth AND Lady Christina, or RTD1’s insistence of (heterosexual) romance being the most human trait of humanity (which is a whole other conversation) - Martha’s romantic feelings were a flaw she needed to correct.

It doesn’t matter Rose, Amy and Clara would fall in love with the Doctor to the point of being willing to abandon their families for him, forcibly kissing him or trying to be him - Martha was the clingy one. It doesn’t matter Professor Yana’s drumbeat began before he met the gang because it was Martha’s fault the Master came back too apparently. Remember little Tim Latimer stealing the fob because it was reaching out to him? The fans didn’t because Martha was blamed for losing the fob too! Martha’s not a flawless person but it can’t be denied Martha was critiqued for moments that were out of her control. From various nuanced plot points where she was a victim of circumstance to lacking hindsight she literally couldn't have had because she wasn’t in S1/S2, to being disliked for doing the exact same things her white female counterparts did, it’s highly unlikely the Martha Hate Train was born from constructive criticism.

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pretend

pairing: shuri x singer!black reader

warnings: swearing and fading relationship between reader and her boyfriend

a/n: as you can tell, i was definitely inspired by Zay’s own writing (the title has magically excused itself from my brain (i’m thinking lemonade, but i don’t wanna fuck up) my apologies, but i’m gonna blame that on finals). i loved the chapters and it inspired me to write something after a year. those euphoria requests wore me out lol. also, i don’t mention the death of anyone in this story. it didn’t happen…okay? okay! i might do a backstory to this? I’m not really sure, but we’ll see. i hope you enjoy babes!

words: 1.4k + not proofread

let's pretend we never met. a good excuse to play forget. let's pretend you never lied, so i can give it up all night, swallow my pride, and learn to forgive. when i'm looking for love i pretend it's you. a love that never ends.

the bed was cold, your lace band was on snug, and the food you cooked for your boyfriend of 2 years was cold.

and after all that damn cooking?

he could throw away the food and clean the dish he didn’t get to eat.

2 years and this was life. you used to bask in each others presence, go on dates, write poems together, make appearances, but now?

now you barely saw him because he was rehearsing lines with his new costar and you were trying to finish your album.

he didn’t look at you the same anymore, the house was cold, and those i love you’s we’re definitely empty.

you were perfect and just like that it was gone.

pretending like you were fine was the only thing you two had in common.

you remember one morning darius got a call stating he nailed his audition and filming would start soon. that night you two attended a movie premiere then at the after party you met t’challa and he introduced you to his sister, shuri.

now it was forced smiles on the red carpets, powdering your face after cry sessions, lying for him, and him avoiding questions about you slyly.

real enough.

now shuri, your producer for your upcoming 3rd studio album, she knew better.

she watched you write the songs, cry mid recording, consoled you when you came in with puffy eyes and swollen lips, fed you when you realized it had been some time between your last meal due to the fast paced life…she picked up the pieces.

and she hated it because she’s in love with you.

“okay! okay! but sza? ctrl literally raised me…sos is gonna eat.” you proclaimed to shuri one night after recording one song and touching up two others. it was crunch time and your label and fans wanted the album soon.

laughing at your seriousness she put the pho she had ordered down. the light you got in your eyes while speaking on the popular album was so cute to her.

you loved this shit as much as she did.

you were raw. letting each emotion out in each song and showcasing your life to shuri before showing it to those who supported you and your craft. you didn’t put on a facade in front of her even after you had been pretending for awhile.

“for me uh…” shuri paused to think after her giggles died down. she licked her bottom lip before flicking her eyes to yours. “definitely ego death by the internet. they raised me and i hope that their next album isn’t their last. i’d scream out to bast.” she started giggling again with you joining in.

two beautiful women discussing a mutual love.

“hey y/n. listen baby, i’m gonna be late, but i promise i didn’t forget.” you could hear aeva, darius’s costar, giggling in the back. “see you soon, love you.” he quickly said before the recording clicked in an ending.

according to him he wasn’t with her intimately, but you knew him. he was drawing away for awhile, way before this role. you wanted the peace of not caring or wondering what he was doing. wondering if what he once felt for you was what he felt for her just times ten.

in that moment, with tears in your bottom lash line and legs criss crossed sitting in the large black satin bed, you knew him coming home in a few hours, waking you up with sex and sorry’s you’ve learned not to believe wouldn’t cut it this time.

it hurt so bad to know that you were done.

it hurt more to know you gave up, not that the love died. you had already grieved on that. you tried so hard, but it takes two.

but you were so happy because you’d be able to address those growing feelings you had for a certain wakandan producer.

those feelings you suppressed to honor what was left of your expiring relationship.

all of that was over. you decided it.

climbing out of the king sized bed, you made your way to the bathroom. after cleaning up your face and sighing at the water clumped lash extensions, you decided you needed to shower to sooth the ache you felt simmer in your heart.

while rinsing the soap off of you, you realized your bedroom would make you feel suffocated. you needed to leave.

the only place close by though? shuri’s studio.

quickly drying off, moisturizing, putting on deodorant, and changing into a light pink crochet top, panties, black shorts, and the most beat up pair of crocs you owned, it was almost time to go.

a purse and jacket on one arm with your phone and keys in the other hand led you downtown.

shuri was up playing with beats. you needed one more song on the album before your label would review it and decide on the next steps.

she didn’t want the hard work you had done to not be cleared. this final beat would put you and her in the spotlight. this album was your baby and in a way, hers too.

she hadn’t heard griot announce your presence as she nodded her head to the beat, but she acknowledged your existence when she smelt your signature scent overwhelm her nostrils.

you definitely noticed her. she smelt so good and looked even better. her curls hung in front of her face, different vibranium rings across all 10 fingers, wearing low hanging sweats, and a tight beater that helped show off her lean, but muscular frame.

“y/n?” she called turning around. by the look of your eyes her heart dropped, but she could notice a different kind of look on your face compared to what she usually saw associated with that feature.

“what’s wrong, entle? kukho into ayenzileyo?” she asked stopping the beat, queuing a different track, and grasping your hands.

you smiled at her urgency. she was always so sweet to you.

“shuri you know i’m still learning. i only caught you calling me beautiful.” you teased with a smile. her heart didn’t feel as heavy anymore with that look. it wasn’t forced, just playful.

“kukho into ayenzileyo, i asked did he do something?” shuri said with a light smile and knowing eyes. yours darkened a bit before you looked away and contemplated on the best way to tell her.

“he promised he wouldn’t miss dinner again, he did and it’s because he wants to be with her.” shuri frowned at his actions.

“i can’t take this anymore so i’ve decided when he comes home i’ll let him know we’re done. i’m going to make sure he gets a good mover for his items and i find a good locksmith so he can’t come back.” you revealed. saying it out loud made you feel lighter.

“i’m giving it all up. i choose me and my happiness.” you whispered as she brought you into her chest. the slight jolt she endured as a result of you slamming into her made her bump the play button and start the last song you recorded together.

let’s pretend that we bout to break up…to catch the feelings so we can make up…

“i’m…i’m proud of you! this whole album was you baring it all and finding yourself…this might be the end of a chapter. you’re stepping into a new book.” shuri spoke to you. she was tired of picking up the pieces he broke. she was tired of seeing you try to fix them.

let’s pretend i ain’t your friend so we can get it on again.

“ndiyakuthandana.” she whispered her love to you.

so we can get it on again. let’s pretend we never met, a good excuse to play forget.

“nam ndiyakuthanda” you whispered right back.

i pretend it’s you…that i’m in love with…

a tattooed hand gripped the side of your face before shuri questioned you.

“you mean that shit?” she lowly whispered.

you looked into her dark eyes and thought about everything. the first session, your recent session, the parties, the conversations, the outings, the meals you ate together, the secrets you told, the feelings you shared, everything you’ve experienced with her or because of her you wouldn’t trade.

you did mean it.

a thousand times you’d say yes.

with a nod from you shuri lifted your head from her chest and kissed you.

she’s been waiting for it.

that kiss was one of many that night. clothes left on the soundboard, seven mixed calls and a few texts left from darius ignored, the sun started to come up, and a new life was brewing on the horizon.

pretending led you to what you really wanted.

shuri.

#shuri imagine #shuri x reader #shuri udaku #letitia wright shuri #shuri black panther #princess shuri #shuri fanfiction #shuri x you #shuri of wakanda #shuriri #shuri fluff #shuriri x reader #wlw

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OK so I'm feeling some guilt I started to draw cartoony like you but I get frustrated because it does bot look perfect like yours it's mostly small stuff like colors and clothes I love making cartoony body's sometimes clothing but I have color picking because I'm still new to art that has colors is my feelings normal or is it wrong of me? And how do I pick colors because it frustrated me to no end and made me stop drawing for months anyway in short summary how do I color the right way like I guess I know skin tones but anything else goes wrong and the other summary is how do you draw clothing because I can't for the life of me get clothing right

don't worry - it's normal to get frustrated when drawing. i know i've literally quit and deleted entire illustrations in the past because i didn't like how the colors came out, and i can spend whole hours just choosing base colors TwT i think the important part about learning art is not to rush. i'm seriously flattered you see me as inspiration, but what worked best for me back when i heavily referenced other artists was "mixing" styles together to create a "new" one - so i'd recommend studying and copying multiple artists you like and trying to blend their styles into one if that makes sense! ^^

hating color picking is completely normal when you're first starting out, and even late into art like i said before - i've been making original digital art on ibispaint for about 5 years now, and it's still difficult. but it's easy to make it fun, and the best way to do that imo is to experiment! i'd recommend studying color theory on a larger scale, and understanding how certain colors might look completely different based on where you put them. or maybe make an illustration and color it in a bunch of alternative ways! also, having "bad" or "awful" color skills starting out is OK - i still think my colors suck sometimes even now lol.

anyway, the best way for me to color pick is to just use that color for whatever the OG artist used for their art. let's use alex ahad as an example because i find his art and color use super interesting -

i don't usually color pick, but when i do, i typically start with picking the eye color. then, based off of the eye color, i chose a base color based on the character's color pallete (easier of the eye color is already close to the main color of the character, which for clyde is turquoise).

then, i pick more colors directly from the reference, for stuff like skin. at this point i have a good idea of the colors i want to use and stop color picking from the ref, but there's no shame if you still feel you need to.

after that, based on the colors i picked, i'll color in the rest of the piece. i usually end up changing the colors that i did take from the reference due to experimenting - for me, i just use color picking as a sort of stepping stone for when i'm not sure how to color a piece the exact way i want.

eventually, you can learn to color pick by eye rather than with the picking tool in your art program, tho that takes a lot of knowledge on color theory.

really there is no "right" way to color, especially for skin imo - don't limit yourself to just peach, tan and brown. clyde's skin is bright white, but i still used a yellowy color here because it was relative to the other colors in the piece. i've also used "alien" tones for human-toned characters in the past before!

and about clothing folds - i can make a full post on that if anybody else is interested OuO

#ask zeno #zeno's art #ocs #ultimate x calibur #clyde blacktooth #long post

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kestreljaylover · 4 months

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Random's top 10 favorite warrior cats ships.

even though my favorite ship is incredibly obvious, I still did this list.

10. This is my favorite Canon ship in Warrior Cats because it is healthy, (Other ships are healthy too, but they never really got in conflict with eachother). Unfortunately Willowbreeze and Crookedstar had a very sad end in Crookedstar's Promise. Overall, love these two dearly.

9. This is real, and canon. If you guys disagree with me either you are homophobic, or just never read Tallstar's Revenge. A couple of years back, I didn't understand the ship, until I picked up that book, opened it, and read it. My mind was like, "Oh! So that is why people like them so much!" Because Tallstar seemed pretty attracted to Jake, and attached to him. It was sad when they departed.

8. This is really good, and awesome, they loved being around eachother in Graystripe's Vow. Honestly, Flipclaw should have never left the tribe so he can be with Feather.

7. I feel like the books in A Starless Clan just says that Whistlepaw and Frostpaw should be together. Whistlepaw has helped Frostpaw out during the newest book. Well at least the first half, I have not finished it yet.

6. I think the dynamic of these two are hilarious, just think that after a long time of Sunbeam and Lightleap hating eachother, they would just be together, and Nightheart would be just like, ":o" and I just love Lightleap in general.

5. I think of the same for these two. Honestly it would make Lionblaze the slightest bit more interesting than his relationship with Cinderheart. Same for Berrynose. I also respect Jayberry as well. Jayberry is the other best Jayfeather ship besides Jaykestrel, and Jayfuzz.

4. This is Canon too. I think Ravenpaw x Barley is more clear than Tallstar x Jake, and Barley is the definition emotional support for Ravenpaw. Ravenpaw's Path is cool, and Ravenpaw's Farewell is okay. I hope Barley will see Ravenpaw again someday, he is basically 10 million years old if there is no more info on Barley.

3. I think everyone expected Mothpool to be on everyone's top 10 list. It really reads like Leafpool had a crush on Mothwing before Crowfeather came along. I was obsessed with this ship back in March of 2023.

2. This is my favorite rarepair in Warrior Cats for literally no reason. I just think that Hazeltail being happy to be around Hollyleaf is really cute for like I said, no reason. I am glad this ship is getting noticed by other people.

1! My heart is so happy to put Kestreljay on this list! Jaykestrel, Kestreljay, whatever you call it is my life! I get so happy when someone makes Kestreljay. Even draws it. I love this ship because back in the book Long Shadows, Jaypaw showed up in Kestrelpaw's dreams, and it seems like Kestrelpaw dreams about him often because he didn't seemed weirded out, or bothered. He was happy to see him. And what also gets me is back in Outcast where Kestrelpaw asked Jaypaw what is it was like to be blind. I thought that was funny. Everyone knows how Jayfeather acts. Thank you for your time!

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m-n-m-s · 10 months

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Hiiii, could you please write headcanons of 1610!Miles having a younger sibling? Not a spiderperson tho. Also pretend that his younger sibling was also in ITSV and ATSV movies! 😄 (fun fact, Miles actually had a little baby sister in the comics)

HIII

1610! Miles with a younger! sibling

1610! Miles Morales + Gn!Younger!Sibling Reader

red: miles

green: you

ok so depending like how much younger than him you are

it would be a lil different

let's say you were like a decent few years younger, not rly close in age

y'all would be pretty chill ngl

"miles?"

"yeah?"

"can you help me with my drawing?"

"..."

"ok fine. just stop with the puppy eyes."

if you're like way younger than him and you give him your best puppy eyes that man is a goner.

however.

if you guys are like similar in age, with you being a few years younger

the two of you will be switching between:

BESTIES!!!!

i hate you.

"wow, this is actually a great drawing."

"...thank you?"

*literally five minutes later*

"get your arachnid-looking ass out of my way."

"extremely unnecessary. but okay."

you found out the fact he was spider-man relatively quick

yk that one scene in itsv when he gets everything in his dorm room stuck to him?

that happened once at home

you just strolled in and he's standing on one of the walls sideways

attempting to un-stick several drawing tools off of his hands.

one of which was also stuck to the ceiling, may i add.

you kinda just stood there for a moment

both of you engaged in like a staredown typa thing

"i can explain."

"why the fuck are you standing parallel to the floor??"

"..."

"you spiderman or something?"

"...maybe?"

you were originally joking with that sentence, but okay

anyway from that point on you had to restrain yourself from using the "miles is spider-man!" card with your parents

forced him to swing you around the city once

big mistake!!

miles will insistently claim that you were clinging to him so hard that you cut off his blood circulation.

"we are HUNDREDS OF FEET UP IN THE AIR MILES! DO YOU WANT ME TO FALL AND DIE??"

"you really don't need to yell in my ear. maybe i should drop you-"

"do not."

miles will literally never admit it but he was ridiculously worried for you while he was with the other spiders during itsv

the same in atsv

but both of you would rather eat the dust beneath the other's bed than admit that you missed each other

the most you would probably do when he came back home would be like this sad shoulder pat

"good on you for not dying."

"thank you for not getting kidnapped by a random villain dude."

"aww, were you worried about me?"

"nah. did you miss me?"

"no. i finally got to take my time in the bathroom in the morning."

this is a lie.

if miles wasn't preoccupied with trying not to die, he would be picking at his nails, hoping you were okay

meanwhile, you were almost missing the annoying knocks on the door and the accompanying "god, hurry up!"

when gwen finally visited him in atsv, you were so prepared.

subtly embarrassing your older brother in any way possible

for funsies!!

"yo, miles! why is your bright pink teddy bear in the middle of the fucking hallway??"

"shut up. that's not mine."

bro definitely apologized to the teddy bear afterward

you definitely tried to fight someone for miles at least once

he watched in amusement the whole time.

but if it actually started turning out to be a physical fight he would pick you up and/or drag you away

you're not gonna get hurt because of him

"let me go! i can take him-"

"sorry, no can do. mama would murder both of us."

there was one time when he almost got into a fight with someone because he heard them talking about you

you had to use all your strength and will to drag him outta there

"damn your stupid mutant spider strength-"

"radioactive."

"i didn't ask. c'mon, spidey."

shenanigans aside, you were always there for him whenever he came back late after his spider duties

you didn't ask questions, because most of the time, he didn't look like he would answer them

so you quietly patched him up, cracking stupid little jokes to see him smile

if he wanted to talk about it, you would listen

maybe even give him a hug, which you never really do

the next morning he would let you steal some food from his plate to thank you

maybe even take you for a swing, only if you promised not to cut off blood supply to his arms

all in all, miles n his younger sibling's relationship would be very funny to watch but also very sweet <3

his lil baby sis in the comics was so adorable omg 😭 🫶🏻

i was gonna make this shorter but it ran away from me 😦

#miles morales #miles morales headcanons #miles morales x gn reader #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles x reader #idk what else to tag help 😭#miles morales + sibling reader #itsv miles #atsv miles #e1610 miles

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imagineanime2022 · 1 year

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Perfect Pair

Kalluto Zoldyck!Brother X Sister!Reader (I don't think there are any pronouns mentioned so could probably be read as a brother as well)

Word Count: 738

Requested: Anon

Request: Hello! I was wondering if you could a write kalluto x big sister reader where the reader is the third oldest sibling of the zoldyck family (older than killua but younger than milluki and illumi)? I hardly see any stories about kalluto getting the family love he deserves

Warning: Guns, Family discord, Illumi hate, Killua hate, hate on the relationship between the two

You were born a year after Miluki and 7 years before Kalluto and while you were one of the most laid back of the family, you were also considered one of the most dangerous, you never failed a job.

While Illumi and Miluki were busy being mildly unhinged and obsessed with Killua all of the time, you were spending all of your time with Kalluto, when he was young they would often find you sitting with him rested on your chest telling him stories about all of you recent jobs, you’d always be playing with his hair as he fell asleep, you taught him how to do normal things like use a knife and fork or hold a normal conversation.

When Kalluto got old enough to choose who he wanted to be around, he always came looking for you and no matter what you were doing you welcomed him, you were the one the introduced him to the paper art that shaped his nen ability and you took him on his first job.

You were lying on the sofa with your arm over your face and Kalluto burrowed into your side. You literally felt Illumi walk into the room “how can I help you big brother?” You asked. “You were supposed to be watching Killua.” He glared down at you and you picked out to look at him. “And I told you that I was supposed to be looking after Kalluto.” You said as your hand tightened around your little brother, keeping him secured at your side. “Lower the blood lust you’re scaring him.” “I don’t care.” Illumi answered, one of his needles between his fingers, you hand reaching down to grab the gun that you slid under the sofa, both of you drawing your weapons to an attack position, you pointing your gun at Illumi’s head and he his needle up to throw it at the centre of your forehead. “What’s going on here?” Zeno asked as he walked into the room. “I was just asking Illumi to get out because he was scaring Kalluto.” You answered, taking the safety off of the gun. “Enough both of you.” Zeno ordered, both of you dropping your weapons, you sat up carrying your younger brother with you as you stood up, Illumi reached out to grab your arm which you dodged easily. “Don’t touch me.” You glared at him “with all the people watching that kid he doesn’t need me watching him too, Mum hasn’t let him out of her sight anyway.” “I got you in trouble.” Kalluto frowned and you shook your head. “No, it wasn’t you, big brother is just a little annoying.” You answered as you went to find another room for you to help Kalluto with his nen control.

You were all sitting at dinner that evening, Kalluto was sitting next to you, you could feel Illumi glaring from across the table “if you keep looking at me like that I might have to change the oldest member of the family.” You warned him as you piled more food on Kalluto’s plate after he finished his first dish. “There was an incident today.” Your Father said. “You both drew weapons on each other.” “I mean I could have drawn blood.” You shrugged. “This is not a joke.” Your father said. “I’m not joking and he’s honestly pushing his luck.” You muttered as you pointed the knife across the table at Illumi “stop with the threats and oozing blood lust. It's annoying and unsettling for the younger members of the family.” “Why are you acting this way?” Your Father asked. “I’m just protecting my younger brother, while you're all flapping around the prodigal son, I’ll protect the others.” You answered, finishing the food on your plate before standing to leave, Kalluto jumped up from the table grabbing your trouser leg and following after you, you smiled down at him as he wrapped his little hands around yours and you both headed off to find somewhere as far away from your older brother as possible. “They’ll be perfect.” Your mother gushed as the doors closed behind you. “Mmm.” Your Father hummed. “She definitely wants to protect him, he makes her want to fight.” Zeno added. “We’ll see how perfect they are together.” Your father said as he continued eating, Illumi looked at the door you left from and frowned, he hoped that you didn’t ruin Killua too.

*Part 2*

Request Here!!

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palettepainter · 1 year

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Sooooo Teeth and Floyd totally dated right?? how did your ocs Terri and Mick react to the news/how do they feel about Tina after episode 6?? And when Tina was at bands show at the end of s1

!!SPOILERS TO MUPPETS MAYHEM EPISODE 6!!

Episode 6 was made for the LGBTQ+ community

And they 100% dated you kidding me?? They literally ran away together and raised Animal as a pair for god knows how long till the rest of the band came along, they dated, they smooched, they fooled around, they held hands, the directors told me trust me

I like to imagine younger Teeth had such a big puppy love crush on Floyd, who he thought was so cool. He was free and uncaring of views from others, he was daring, risky - something well behaved mama's boy Teeth wasn't used to, but was drawn to. Since Tina didn't like Floyd from the get go imagining the two dancing around Teeth's parents so they could hang out (picture that scene with Flynn and Rapunzel from Tangled or Pear Butter and Bright Mac from MLP)

Tina: *entering Teeth's room* Junior?

Teeth: *plasters a big grin on his face while leaning on the wall* U-uh Yeah mama??

Tina: Just wanna let ya know honey that dinners gonna be ready in a jiff, it's gumbo night!~ And don't you forget to go wash yer hands before you come down okay?

Teeth: *thumbs up, sweating* Yep!

Tina: *smiles* I'll give you a call when it's ready baby ^^ *leaves and closes the door*

Teeth: Mhm.......*sighs* Okay she's gone

Floyd: *peeks out from the warbrode and sighs* Phew!...We gotta find a better way to get around your parents, otherwise your gonna need to get a bigger wardrobe

Teeth: I know..

Tina probably suspected something, and didn't like the idea of this couch surfin' no good muscician datin' her sweet baby boy, but every time she tried to catch them doing something scandalous or Floyd trying to convince Teeth to break rules she'd only find them doing purely innocent stuff, like baking cheesecake or watching the TV (they prolly saved their smooching for when Teeth was round Floyd's house)

As for Terri and Mick they wouldn't mind, I discussed this with Snuf on Discord but Terri would probably really like Teeth, mostly cuz there's nothing about him to hate. They probably knew about Teeth and Floyd being together cuz their was less pressure to try and keep it hidden so Floyd either straight up told them, or Terri and Mick put two and two together. If it was the later I imagine it went down like this:

Terri: *pokes her head through the door* Hey Floyd-

Floyd: *quickly straightens shirt* Uh- Yeah?

Terri:...*raises brow* Everything okay?

Teeth: *hiding behind the door sweating*

Floyd: Yep! Aaaall cool here!

Terri: Right...anyway, me and Mick are headin' out for a few drinks, foods in the fridge so help yourself whenever you're hungry okay?..*looks behind the door at Teeth* Same to you honey, help yourself *looks back to Floyd* We'll be back in a few hours, you boys have fun *leaves room and closes door behind her*

And for how Tina and Mick would feel about Tina after s1? I did have an idea of writing/drawing a small interaction between Terri and Tina of the two hanging out and starting to become friends. I imagine Terri doesn't trust her right away, but she loosens up a little. She probably senses Tina feels bad for pressuring Teeth to be a dentist for so many years and can tell she's genuinely trying to be supportive of Teeth now.

the idea I had was Terri bonding with Tina over a drink during one of the bands concerts - Terri joking that the best thing 'bout Floyd being a rockstar is she gets free alcohol at the events they play at - maybe Tina being convinced to give beer a try, she hates it, and Tina laughing (not unkindly) at her reaction

#Muppets #Tina #Tina Teeth #Terri #Terri Pepper #Floyd Pepper #Floyd #Teeth #Dr Teeth #Dr Pepper #Floyd x Teeth #The electric mayhem

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catofadifferentcolor · 5 months

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Terrible Fic Idea #82: The Chronicles of Narnia, but make it ASOIAF

@kyuremking recently asked me how I would go about combining Game of Thrones with The Chronicles of Narnia - and admittedly I was a bit baffled at first. Narnia has never been one of my go-to fandoms - I never liked how CS Lewis handled Susan, as if growing up was a crime worthy of exclusion from paradise, and the religious imagery feels quite heavy-handed considering the century in which they were published.

But I thought. And I mused. And I turned the idea over in my mind. And this is what I came up with: What if the Stark siblings fell into an Old Gods-analog of Narnia?

Just imagine it:

One day while exploring beneath the catacombs, young Arya Stark falls into Narnia. It is not quite the Narnia we know, with most of the heavy Christian symbolism of the books being replaced by the beliefs and mythology of the Old Gods.

As the religion of the Old Gods is not overly expanded upon in canon, let's imagine it here as something of a cross between shintoism and folk orthodoxy - polytheist and heavily animist with a notion of "pollution vs purity" and an un-codified moral code, but with localized cults of anthropomorphized saints which over the centuries have picked up certain aspects of certain of the New Gods. The details don't really matter so long as the two most important of these saints, which have taken on aspects of the Smith and the Mother, can be used to replicate the Narnian idea of son of Adam and daughter of Eve.

Arya falls into Narnia. Bran tentatively believes her, but the rest of her siblings think she's telling tales. This leads to some back and forth before Jon and Sansa are separately tasked to pull Bran and Arya out of the catacombs - and end up falling into Narnia after them.

Jon, Sansa, Bran, and Arya free Narnia from an endless winter at the hands of the Corpse Queen, who was trapped there by the Children of the Forest, which weakened the Others enough that the Last Hero was able win the Battle for the Dawn. They then rule Narina as Kings and Queens for forty years, eventually falling back into Winterfell while hunting the White Stag.

The exact details of the Narnia interlude are unimportant, as our story picks up literally the minute they find themselves all in a heap back in the catacombs, child-sized once more.

The rest of their family immediately notices the difference, but has no idea what to make of it. All of a sudden the four middle Stark children seem to have overcome all of their differences. They're not just acting like miniature adults, they're acting like proper lords and ladies - used to commanding and their orders being followed.

The difference is starkest with Arya - who seems have mellowed in the course of a day to warrior queen out of legend - and Sansa - who is no longer dreamy but dangerous in the way all Queens of Winter have always been. But it's there with Jon - who seems surer, steadier, and more comfortable in his own skin even as he looks at Ned with betrayal in his eyes - and Bran - who has gone from wanting to be a storybook knight to being the gallant knight he's always wanted to be.

Additionally, all four seem unspeakably close these days and can often be found whispering together - and slowly going silent when anyone else draws near. They're in and out of each other's chambers to the point where it's honestly strange to find one of them alone.

There's no time to ponder these changes, as the royal party is on their way North.

Ned will regret not paying closer attention for the rest of his life.

For while in Narnia, the Stark children learned two things: 1) That Jon is the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and his second wife, Lyanna Stark. Though it's never outright stated, it's heavily implied that while Lyanna's abduction was willing, her imprisonment in a tower was not, and by the end of it hated her husband more than anyone. Jon will never, ever be sure where his conception fell on the spectrum; and 2) that the Long Night is coming. It may be in their generation, it may be in the next, but Westeros must be strong to ensure the Dawn will come. Everything they've learned about Robert Baratheon suggests that he will not - cannot - be the king Westeros needs. And so Jon, Arya, Bran, and Sansa plot, and scheme in preparation for Jon to take the throne himself.

They're prepared to play the long game - but don't have to after Bran spies Jamie and Cersei in the First Keep. He arranges for the pair to be discovered in a way that is utterly undeniable. The twins are tried, found guilty, and beheaded in short order. Cersei's children are declared bastards - and, after Joffrey draws a sword in protest of this, Joffrey is slain as well. Myrcella and Tommen are remanded to Ned's care until they are old enough to join the Faith, enter the Citadel, or take the Black.

And then Robert does what he does best: drinks and whores, seemingly uncaring that his rule is hanging by a thread.

And so Jon acts - or rather, Jon and Sansa go to Ned so that he can act. They sit him down, explain that they know Jon is the rightful Targaryen heir, and state that if Ned does not declare for Jon now, he is dooming Westeros to a bloody civil war. It is best to act decisively now rather than wait for Robert's vices to kill him.

This conversation takes the better part of the night, but eventually Ned is convinced. When morning comes, Ned orders his guards put the few royal guards not already under watch (the majority Lannister men-at-arms having been imprisoned for rioting after Jamie and Cersei's deaths) and takes Robert hostage.

Jon is named King Jaehaerys III.

A great host marches south to King's Landing, picking up the lords of the Riverlands while fighting off Lannister forces, and takes King's Landing quickly, despite Renly's spirited defense of the city. Forces are sent to mop up Stannis at Dragonstone in echo of the Rebellion and in short order Jon is King of Westeros in truth.

What follows is a montage of Jon doing is best to strengthen the kingdom, put down rebellions, and make Westeros ready for the Long Night.

Bran marries Shireen Baratheon, who is named Lady Paramount of the Stormlands in her own right. Their marriage is one of surprising affection - and one which seems determined to restore House Baratheon to its greatest number through their own efforts. Bran is known as The Noble Wolf, and earns a reputation equal to that of the Dragonknight or Duncan the Tall.

Arya marries Robin Arryn, but it's doubtful they ever consummate the marriage. When he dies two years later, she claims the Vale by right of widowhood, and has already been doing such a good job ruling in his stead that few protest when there are no viable alternatives. No one ever quite knows who fathers her heir, but by that point the Long Night is in full swing and few take issue with it.

Robb marries Margery Tyrell, the closest the Tyrells can get to the crown. It's a successful marriage, if not one of deep affection, and ensures the North is well-fed when the Long Night comes.

Jon marries Sansa, with whom he'd had a relationship in Narnia and who he'd been dancing around after their return to adolescence. They often wonder about the children they left behind in Narnia, which causes some angst when they start having children in Westeros, but are undeniably the happiest royal couple in 200 years.

There are other efforts beyond marriage in the background, including 1) a long sequence during which Theon Greyjoy is installed as Lord Paramount of the Iron Islands after his father rebels. He proves to be remarkably loyal to the crown, marries Lyra Mormont, and turns the Ironborn from pirates into a royal navy in one generation; 2) Rickon is sent to foster in Dorne, which he takes to in a way no one could have predicted. He ends up staying in Dorne for most his life and becomes known as The Desert Wolf - a wilder, fiercer knight than his brother Bran. He never marries, but fathers a bevy of bastards to rival Oberyn Martell - at least half of them with Oberyn's daughter Loreza; and 3) Tywin being in open rebellion for years before Tyrion, in a desperate attempt to ensure a Lannister stays Lord of the Rock after they're assuredly defeated by the combined strength of the rest of Westeros, kills his father, takes his place, and swears his fidelity - just in time for the Long Night to descend.

With their preplanning, the Long Night is not half as bad as it was in canon - but it's still war. Sansa rules in King's Landing while Jon, Arya, and Bran lead the fighting to the north.

The situation goes poorly at first, with royal forces able to hold The Others off long enough for the Free Folk to to safety - but it's still a retreat, with each loss to the living strengthening the dead. The situation is starting to seem desperate by the time the Others reach the Wall.

In the darkest moment of the Battle of the Wall, the dragon Cannibal arrives at Castle Black to aid Jon, while two of his kin go to help Arya and Bran at the Shadow Tower and Eastwatch-by-the Sea. (These dragons being ice dragon cousins of the Targaryen fire dragons of the east, and thus drawn to the Stark bloodline when they bother to take riders at all.) Together they are the three heads of the dragon...

...and they start pushing the Others back. Within two years, they have won and the Night King is destroyed.

Jon goes on to rule for several more decades, beloved and capable in a way that no Targaryen ruler before him has ever been. (His few detractors are quick to point out he's more Stark than Targaryen, but Jon takes that as a compliment.) His queen, Sansa, seems less a consort and more a co-ruler, and is possibly more beloved than her husband. Their rule is one of peace and growing prosperity throughout the Seven Kingdoms and takes up an almost Arthurian place in the later history and mythology of Westeros.

They never speak of their experiences in Narnia to anyone - save Jon and Sansa's eldest son, Robb and Margery's eldest daughter, Arya's heir, and one of Bran and Shireen's middle children, who fall into Narnia themselves while exploring the Red Keep, who help the rightful king retake his throne...

Bonuses include: 1) The relationship between Robb and Jon never quite getting back to where it was before the Narnia interlude. As a result, Robb and Theon become even closer - which may have a strong role in Theon's efforts to turn the Iron Islands away from raiding. Dealer's choice if this relationship is bromance or romance; 2) A revival of the Old Gods and their religion following in the wake of the Targaryen Restoration. They win many converts everywhere the Stark family gains a foothold and godswoods are restored throughout the Seven Kingdoms; 3) A projection of Westerosi power into the lands beyond the Wall. At first this is nominal, but as parts of Beyond The Wall start to build villages and keeps similar to those in the North, things begin to change. Within 100 years most of the area capable of being settled this way is under control of their own Lord Paramount descended from a marriage between Robb and Theon's lines. The lands further north continue their pre-War lifestyles, but are nominally part of Westeros as well; and 4) Daenerys lives a happy life with Drogo in Essos. She watches with pleasure as her son Rhaego forms the largest land empire the world of ice and fire has ever seen - and lives just long enough to see that empire collapse after his death as his heirs scrabble for power. One of her great-grandsons, however, does end up on the throne of Yi Ti. His dynasty will eventually rise to be Westeros' great eastern rivals.

And that is surprisingly more than I thought'd I'd have. @kyuremking, IDK if this is quite what you were looking for, but it's the best I could come up with. As always, feel free to adopt this bun, just link back if you do anything with it.

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Pairing : Yandere!Yang Jeongin x F!Reader TW : yandere behavior ; reader saying she wants to die ; Jeongin yelling ; but also Jeongin positive-ish character development ; he's more secretive with his craziness now ; smut ; PiV intercourse ; cameo appearance by Hyunjin ; mainly fluffy though ; Word Count : 6.9k

Hyunjin had been quick, quicker than Jeongin thought he would be in tracking your phone. Even with the device completely dismantled and strewn about the city, he had found someone that was able to figure out exactly where your last text was sent from. Jeongin hadn’t thought that it would be possible, but he had been on edge, so he had moved you out of the house momentarily, putting you up in a hotel for a bit, at least until he figured out what was going on.

The hotel in itself was something that had excited you, finally being out of the house after two years, it was like going on a little vacation even though the hotel was right down the street and you were only staying there because you had been stupid enough to text Hyunjin. Those were Jeongins words, not yours, and he had apologized profusely immediately after saying them, excusing it as being so scared to lose you that he had let the words slip.

There were a few perks that came along with Hyunjin knowing that Jeongin loved you too, and that was his hyung telling him every single bit of information that he found out. Whenever Hyunjin got one step closer, Jeongin would move you five steps further away. When Hyunjin announced that whoever he was working with had finally been able to pinpoint the location that you had sent your last text from, there was no panicking on Jeongins part, only a false sense of excitement, knowing that he had already moved you somewhere else, you were already living in a different home, and now no one would be able to find you.

“Starry~~~” Jeongin called out, running out of the bedroom to find you in the kitchen making breakfast. You seemed a lot happier in the new home, free of the painful memories that the previous four walls had held. There was no basement, at least not one that would be used for anything other than storing the seasonal wardrobe swap or holiday decorations. This would be a normal home for the two of you, and he was hoping that he’d be able to have a normal relationship with you now. “You left the bedroom without waking me…” He whispered once he was close enough, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck.

The roles had been reversed drastically, the table turned 180 degrees, and now he was being clingy. The feelings weren’t reciprocated well, and he knew that it was because you were still dealing with the emotions that he had stirred up inside you with the words that he had said. It would take more than a few I love you’s to heal the wound that he had caused, but he was willing to do anything to get you back, to get back the clingy you that he thought that he hated, the clingy and loving you that he missed so much now.

“I’m making breakfast.” Your voice was so monotonous, it was almost scary if it weren’t for the fact that it made him so sad. You truly lacked any other emotions aside from the robotic one that seemed to be a constant for you. “You could have slept in. I would have woken you when I was done.” The fact that you didn’t even turn around, you didn’t even turn your head to face him when you talked, you still doubted him, you were still scared of him, and it only made him hate himself more for sparking those feelings within you. He would do everything and anything to get rid of them, to nullify those feelings entirely.

His fingers lightly squeezed your hips as he kissed along your neck, trying to draw out any kind of reaction, but you didn’t do anything, you didn’t make a single sound, you simply continued to make breakfast as if he wasn’t even there. “You know that I can’t sleep without you beside me, starry… I can tell when you’re gone.” He tried to not let your lack of literally anything bother him, he knew that it was his fault. You were stuck with him though, that much he made sure of, and he was sure that you knew that as well. At some point you’d come around. You couldn’t be like this forever.

“I apologize.” Was all you said as you grabbed the plate that had been set beside the stove, filling it with the food that you had been making before breaking free of his hold and setting the plate at his side of the table. You spoke so… strangely, he hated it so much. It wasn’t even like he was talking to you anymore, it was like talking to a robot and the only thing that let him know that you were still human was the warmth of your skin when he touched it. “What would you like to drink with your breakfast, Jeongin?”

You didn’t use the little nickname that he loved hearing you say either, opting to use his government name now, and the sound of it leaving your lips had his stomach twisting with disgust. It sounded awful, it was weird, and he’d give anything to hear you call him Innie again. “I can get the drinks, just get your food and take a seat, starry.” He was doing his best, but even his best didn’t seem good enough. Still, you never said no to him, almost like you were too scared to. When you finally turned in the direction of the table though, your head immediately dropped, refusing to look at him. It had been so long since he had actually seen your eyes, seen the sparkle in them that earned you the nickname that he gave you. “It’s my day off… What do you want to do today?” Your shoulders shrugged as you slumped over the plate, scraping the contents around the edges until there was a bare spot in the center. Anything… He’d do anything to make you happy, to show you that he really did love you, that there was no reason for any doubt.

“It’s cleaning day. I have to do the laundry and vacuum.” You said, almost like you were reading from a script, but what it truly felt like, was you were making excuses, any reason that you could find to not spend time with him. He couldn’t let it continue on like this, there was only so much that he could handle before it drove him absolutely batshit. He needed your love, he needed your attention. He’ll never stop hating himself for what he did, for causing you to be like this, and he’d never stop trying to get you back.

He scoffed playfully, setting both of your drinks down on the table before dropping down in his chair across from you. “Forget about cleaning for today. Spend time with me. We can do anything you want to do!” As long as it wasn’t meeting up with Hyunjin, but he was certain that you wouldn’t ever mention that name in the house again. “Do you want to go to the movies? We can go out to dinner and see a movie, or we can just go sightseeing. It’s whatever you want to do today, starry.”

Now, leaving the safety of the house was a big deal, and it posed a lot of potential negative outcomes. If anyone saw you and remembered that you were missing, there would be a lot of trouble. If anyone saw him, it would lead to a lot of media coverage and that would mean you being seen as well. All of it could backfire, but he loved you, he loved you so much, and he was willing to go through the extra efforts to make sure none of that happened, to make sure you were happy.

“We never leave the house.” You muttered, finally dropping your fork down to look at him, and the look in your eyes… It was like you were dead, it was heartbreaking. He had caused that, he had caused all of this. “So please, let me clean. It’s the only thing that makes me even slightly happy now.” You pushed your chair back, grabbing your plate off the table and scraping it into the trash can before turning on the sink.

You were making it impossible, it’s like you didn’t even want him to try anymore. He was trying so hard to swallow back his irritation, but there was only so much that he could do. “Well what do you want me to do?! I’m trying… I’m trying and you just… It’s like you don’t love me anymore, like you don’t want to be loved by me anymore.” He huffed loudly, pushing away from the table himself and walking over to you. “Well, I’m sorry… But you’re not getting rid of me, and I’m not letting you go. So what. Do you want to do today?”

His hand came down on the faucet, turning off the water, his silence demanding your attention as he stood next to you. “God… You’re really annoying, you know that, right?” You grumbled, and those words would have pissed him off if anyone else said them, if you had said them before everything that happened, but he knew that you were just… quoting him… and that’s why, instead of pissing him off, they only made him more upset with himself. “I don’t care what we do. I don’t care about what you do. I don’t care about anything anymore. I’m just waiting to die at this point because I know you won’t let me do anything else.”

A loud groan sounded from his chest as his hands ran over his face. “Why are you so fucking morbid?! Can’t you see that I’m trying to fix things? I know that what I did, what I said was wrong… I’m sorry.” He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before moving closer to you, his hands landing on your waist. “Go get ready. I’m taking you out… Okay? Please… Let me try.”

The potential of you getting better, of finally seeing you smile again, of finally seeing those stars twinkle in your eyes once more, completely outweighed the risk of leaving the house with you. Jeongin would make sure to take you somewhere that he knew you and him wouldn’t be recognized, where he wouldn’t get any unwanted attention, where you wouldn’t be seen.

Now, he didn’t know where he was taking you, he didn’t know the first thing that he was going to do once he had you out of the house. Planning dates wasn’t something that he was good at, it had always been your thing, but you were less than communicative and you didn’t even seem to want to go out anyway.

“Starry, are you done?” Jeongin asked, standing outside the bedroom door, half expecting for it to open and you be standing there in your pajamas just to ruin his plans even more, but when you pulled the door open and he saw you, he was shocked to find you at least partially done up. It wasn’t the way you would usually look, not when he had first gotten with you, but it was better than what he thought you’d be wearing.

You donned his hoodie that seemed to swallow you entirely, the bagginess hiding your frame, billowing around you almost like a dress. “Done.” You said flatly, walking past him without another word, going straight to the front door. The sight of you wearing his hoodie would have made him happy if it weren’t for the fact that he knew you didn’t exactly have anything else to wear. He had trashed all of your own hoodies in a fit of anger when you had started wearing your own clothes once again. He hated the sight of it, how independent it made you look, how it made him feel like you were pulling away from him. He had to get rid of everything that was your own, it would make you more his if all that you had was his.

Now seeing you in the hoodie, it hurt even more, it only made the shallowness of your eyes and your face more prominent with the bagginess of the garment. It made him more aware of how much you hadn’t been eating, how much you had reverted back to the mindset of the basement, something that he hated to look back on or even partially remember. It gave him an idea though, the first stop for the outing. He’d make you love him again, he would… This had to work.

He knew that it would be hard, that it would take a great amount of persistence on his end to reach the goal, but he hadn’t assumed just how hard it would truly be. The entire ride to the restaurant was silent, and although it had been a while since you had sat in the passenger seat of his car, he could remember the evenings that you’d look at him lovingly, the radio turned up as you both belted out the lyrics to your favorite songs. This car ride was nothing like that. You managed to sit as far away from him as humanly possible in the small sedan, your body pressed up against the door and your head leaning against the window as you stared out of it with the emptiest eyes.

The restaurant was empty, it was the restaurant that you had had your first official date at, the inside hadn’t changed in the two years since you’ve been there, and as the host walked the two of you to the table that you had once sat at, Jeongin scanned your eyes for any sign of a spark, but there was nothing, not yet at least. “Do you remember, starry? This was our seat…” He said, maybe a little too excitedly as he rushed over to pull your chair out for you. His excitement didn’t match your emotions at all, it made him feel out of place beside you and he hated that. The only place he wanted to be was beside you, but you were making it uncomfortable for him. Dammit.

“Yes.” Was all you said as you lowered yourself into the chair, nodding your head to the host who slipped the menu in front of you and Jeongin before walking away. “I’m not hungry though…” You muttered, sliding the menu away from you and then resting your chin in the palm of your hand as your eyes scanned the pictures that lined the walls. He was about to respond when he saw something, it was the smallest something, but it was there. A shimmer in your eye and a twitch of your nose, the slight hollowing of your cheeks as you looked around. You were getting choked up, and that meant that you were feeling something, and that was a step up from the nothing that you seemed to feel back at the house and the entire way to the restaurant.

“I remember everything, you know?” He whispered, wanting so badly to reach out and grab your hand, to hold it tight in his own and reassure you that he loved you, that he’d only ever love you, but maybe it was too soon for that, maybe it would upset you, revert you back to feeling nothing if he moved too soon. He wanted you to keep feeling, even though he wasn’t sure exactly what that feeling was. “I remember all of our dates, every single day that I spent with you… I remember it all.”

Your eyes dropped down to the table as your head shook, like you didn’t want to believe him, or maybe you actually didn’t believe him at all. He’d make you believe him though, he’d make you believe that he loves you more than anything in the world, that you’re the most important person in the entire universe to him. The waiter came over, a smile on his face as he looked down at you, and for the first time since he had left the house with you, he was happy for your look of disinterest, happy at the fact that you didn’t even seem to want to look at anyone. The waiter definitely had eyes for you, eyes that lingered a little too long on you which had Jeongin heating up with anger, but he pushed it down, not wanting to upset you or ruin his day out with you, so he cleared his throat, demanding the attention of the man.

“We’ll order everything right now.” Jeongin said, collecting the menus and trying his best to be polite as he handed them back to the man. This was his first chance, the first test, the first opportunity to show you that he was being honest in everything that he had told you. He ordered his own food and drink first and then seamlessly slipped in your order, getting you the same exact thing that you had gotten on your first date, even down to the drink without any ice cubes in it. He beamed proudly up at the waiter who was none the wiser to what would make Jeongin so excited, but Jeongin had seen the look on your face, the way your jaw seemed to settle and your eyes seemed to soften.

“What are you trying to prove, Innie?” There it was, that name that he had been waiting to hear for so long that it had him melting in his chair, tears forming in his own eyes at the sound of it. Tears that matched yours, and if sat side by side, your eyes would align to create a beautiful, twinkling galaxy that would be unmatched by even the Milky Way itself. “Why are you going through all this trouble?”

He quickly shook his head, finally taking the moment to grab your hands, and for the first time, you didn’t pull away, letting your fingers go lax in his palms as you stared at him. “It’s not trouble for me at all, starry. I’m doing it because I want you to know that I love you… I only love you… And I’d do anything to prove that to you.” His own hands were shaky, he was nervous, it truly felt like the first date all over again as his thumb brushed against the back of your hand. “Do you remember… the place we went camping… And you were scared because you thought you heard a bear…” Your nose scrunched up, but there was a twitch at the corner of your lips and a wavering in your eyes, like you were trying not to smile, fighting it back, trying to keep up the facade of being emotionless. “But it was just a bunny… And I-”

“-you teased me about it for hours… Until I just… Kissed you to shut you up.” You remembered too, of course you did. It was his and your first kiss, one that he had felt butterflies in his stomach from for days afterwards when he looked back on it. “What does that have to do with anything though?” You tacked on to the end, and now those butterflies were back as he brought your clasped hands up to his lips, kissing along your fingers and looking up at you through his eyelashes just to watch your reaction.

“We’re going back there… After we eat… I want to relive those moments with you. I want things to be the way they used to be… Before…” But he saw you wince at the memories that followed after the cute dates, the memories of when he had lost his mind in a burst of jealousy that lasted years. “Don’t think about that… Only now… Only when we first got together, okay starry? Please?”

Your bottom lip was drawn in between your teeth, gnawing on it nervously, but you ultimately gave in, nodding your head with a sigh. He still had you, of course he did, but he was going to have you the way he had you before, before Hyunjin had ruined everything, before everything had gone wrong. He’d make you forget that all of that ever happened, he’d erase those memories from your mind and replace them with only happy thoughts and happy moments to look back on and smile about.

Dinner went a lot better than he thought it would, and by a lot better, he means that it went amazingly. You actually talked to him, and even after plates had been cleared of the food they had been delivered with, he and you sat there for hours just talking and reminiscing about days that seemed like distant dreams. You had smiled the rest of the time, so much that he had even gotten the opportunity to tease you about the small cramp you had gotten in your cheeks from smiling so much.

It was time to enact phase two now. You were willingly talking to him, smiling at him, laughing with him, you were even letting him hold your hands, but he wanted to see just how far he could go, how much you were actually willing to let him do before you stopped him. He was still on edge, not sure whether things would go right back to the way they were before he had gotten you out of the house, he needed to make sure that that part of you was long gone and never to return again.

“So… we’re going camping?” You asked as you climbed into the passenger seat of the car. He shouldn’t have been shocked, it was only normal, but the fact that you were starting the conversation on your own had him feeling far more giddy than he’d ever admit. Jeongins head nodded quickly in agreement as he settled into his own seat, pulling the keys out of his pocket and pushing it into the ignition. “I don’t see the tent… and what about the food and stuff that we need?”

That was another side of you that he’d never forget, the side of you that thought about every single aspect of every little thing. The tent made sense, but you wanted to be sure that the two of you had everything that you’d need for the night, and that too reminded him of the first time you had gone camping together. “If you remember… we had to go-”

“-to the store…” You finished his sentence, and he couldn’t help his own smile from forming at it, at the fact that you were not only talking to him once again, but finishing his sentences like you once did before during lazy afternoons while entwined with one another. “You take forever at the store though. It took you like, two hours to pick a tent.”

Jeongin snorted loudly, shaking his head before pulling out into the road, heading towards the super store to get everything that the two of you would need. “Well I had to make sure I got the right one. I can’t have my starry sleeping in anything less than luxury.” He professed, watching you roll your eyes out of the corner of his own. “What? Are you gonna say I’m wrong?”

“Yes! We’re still sleeping on a box spring mattress when we could be resting on a memory foam mattress.” His mouth jokingly fell open in fake shock from your jab at the mattress, but honestly, the only reason he even kept it still was because the memories that the bed held, all of them pertaining to you, and he was just far too obsessed with you and everything that had to do with you to get rid of it. “I’ll probably get better sleep in the tent tonight.”

“I’ll make sure you do.” He said lightly, but he couldn’t fight back the smirk that spread across his face, the innuendo hidden in his simple statement wasn’t brushed over either, and your eyes went wide as your head whipped over to look at him. “What?!” He played innocent, tsking his tongue at you. “You’ve got such a dirty mind, starry. What were you thinking, hmm?”

Oh, how he adored when you got flustered, how he missed the way you’d stumble over your words, your eyes looking everywhere but at him as you tried to think of the right thing to say to get you off the hook. “N-Nothing… Weirdo. You’re… You’re the dirty one… nasty… ew.” You rambled out the words, but he only found you more precious the more you tried to backtrack.

Truthfully though, his mind was right where yours was, having not ventured there in months. He hadn’t been able to touch you or kiss you, he had been calling himself lucky for even being able to lay beside you with pillows between both of your bodies at night. Still, he wasn’t sure how far he’d make it with you, but he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t hoping that he’d be able to be with you in that way again tonight.

“Do you hear that?” You whispered, laying on your back in the tent, staring up through the small window on the roof, your hands folded over your stomach. You were comfortable, he could tell. Your body wasn’t stiff or tense like it had been the night before when he had laid beside you. He shook his head in response, watching you out of the corner of his eye as you smiled sweetly, your eyes scanning the sky as if you were counting the stars in the sky, but Jeongin was too busy looking at their reflection in your eyes. “Neither do I… It’s so quiet…”

He scoffed at your words before propping himself up on his elbow so he could look down at you, a rosy hue tinting his cheeks. “I missed this…” He murmured, his eyes trained on your face to catch any reaction you might have. “I missed you.” His free hand landed on your waist, and his eyes never left yours, as if waiting for some silent queue from your expressions that you didn’t want this, that you wanted him to stop.

He could tell when you were flustered, your face, your mannerisms, you were so easy to read, and when your eyes quickly darted away from him and you bit the inside of your cheeks, he knew that you didn’t mind it. “You say that as if I’ve been gone…” You said hoarsely, your voice getting caught in the back of your throat, and you quickly swallowed, followed by a shaky breath.

He smirked as he shifted himself so he was right above you, his beautiful brown irises capturing yours as his hand cautiously inched down to your hip. “You have been gone… But now I have you back… My perfect starry…” His gaze, his voice, everything about him grew softer the longer he spoke until his voice was barely that of a whisper, and his face drew closer and closer until his nose was pressed against yours. “Are you cold?”

Your shiver didn’t go unnoticed, and he was about to get up, grab the blanket that had been neatly folded in the corner to cover you up with, but your hands reached out, your fingers wrapping tightly around his arms, your nails almost digging into his biceps as you shook your head. “Not cold…” You murmured, your tongue darting across your bottom lip that had become slightly chapped from your parted lipped breathing. “I just… I missed you too…”

Those words stunned him into silence, his eyes blinking rapidly as he stared at you. If you missed him, why didn’t you tell him? Why didn’t you do anything? It was confusing, but he decided that he wasn’t going to question it now, he’d ask all about it later. Not a second was wasted, his lips crashing against your own as his body fell on top of you, wanting to get as close to you as possible, his hands scavenging your body as if it were the first time he had ever gotten to touch you, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you gasped. The butterflies in his stomach had settled, the feeling of their wings fluttering had been replaced with one much stronger, a feeling that had warmth spreading through his body, his mind going blank, and his pants growing tighter all at once.

“Innie…” You whimpered once he had pulled back, the both of you gasping for air as you looked at each other with lust filled, lidded eyes and dilated pupils. Your hands tugged at the hem of his shirt and your bottom lip jutted out just slightly to show your impatience. God, he truly was obsessed with you, everything about you, the smallest expressions, every single word you said he breathed in like it was oxygen for him.

You were just as impatient as him, your back already arching off the floor as you yanked at his shirt even harder, the sound of the fabric stretching heard between both of your heavy breathing. “I know, baby… I know…” He wanted to take his time, take the chance to truly show you how much you meant to him, how devoted he was to you, but he was growing more and more impatient by the second as well, and who was he to make you wait. He sure as hell wasn’t going to make himself wait.

Both of your hands made quick work of ridding each other of your clothes, a pile thrown aimlessly into the corner of the tent. The lowlight of the moon that seemed to hang just right in the sky above the small window in the roof was perfect, basking you in its soft glow that illuminated your skin so flawlessly he would have thought it was done on purpose.

“You’re so beautiful, starry, you’re all mine…” He cooed as his hands caressed along your dips and curves leaving goosebumps in their trail, only stopping when he reached your hips, his eyes finally looking between your legs that had been opened so welcomingly for him to slip between. “You’re… Already so wet…” He mused, feeling his body grow hotter, his cock twitching from the sight of just how slick you were.

No matter how many times he was with you, he always felt so shy, and seeing you beneath him, sprawled out for him and only him, he was always so nervous that he would mess up. It’s not like you’d ever go to anyone else, he’d never allow that, but he wanted to know that he was good enough for you, that he made you feel as good as you made him feel. “Want you… Need you, Innie… Please…” You whispered words caught off his train of thought, your fingers gliding lightly down his chest and along his abs until the tips of them brushed along the length of his cock, sending an electric feeling up his spine that had him moving almost immediately.

“I’m here… You have me…” And you always would, but he knew that’s not what you meant, at least not right now. It took everything in him to hold back, to keep from just slamming right into you because, as much as he wanted you and as much as you wanted him, he wanted to be gentle with you, he wanted to love you, truly love you.

He slid his tip between your folds, admiring just how sensitive you were, just how receptive your body was from just the lightest touch. Your mouth fell open and your eyes fluttered shut, and as he stroked your juices along his cock, he swore he could have cum right then and there from the sight of it alone. “Want to feel you… Innie~~” You whined, your hands gripping onto his arms and pulling him down to you. Of course he never would have forgotten being with you, but he seemed to have forgotten the tiny bit where you were so impatient, so needy, and now that he did remember, it only made him love you more.

With his hand wrapped tightly around his shaft, he lined himself up with your entrance, his chest rising and falling heavily as he pushed himself in, already feeling you stretch around just his tip. You were so tight, and he knew that if he moved too soon, if he didn’t give himself a moment to adjust to the feeling, he’d finish before even beginning. “F-Fuck… Starry…” He whimpered, his head falling forward and his bangs curtaining his features. “Just… need a second…”

His forehead pressed against yours as he kissed you repeatedly, his arms shaking as he tried to keep himself from dropping on top of you. “Are you okay?” You whispered, your hand coming up to cup his cheek, your touch was so warm, so soft, he couldn’t help but lean into it as he nodded slowly, his eyes closing slightly as he took a deep breath.

“Mmhm…” He hummed just for good measure, turning his head to kiss the palm of your hand before pressing a quick peck to your lips. “Sorry…” The word was mumbled out, a quick apology for making you wait, but he didn’t give you time to respond before pushing into you, the feeling of your walls enveloping his cock, it was so warm, it was like an immediate high that he could only reach when he was with you like this.

Your mouth fell slack and your eyes practically rolled back as he bottomed out inside of you, a breathy gasp escaping you. “Shit…” You breathed out the word, your hands falling against his back, your nails digging into his skin to pull him closer. “Forgot how good you felt…”

“Oh?” He posed, his eyes narrowing as he stared down at you. How could you forget? Was he not good enough to remember? Had you been angry enough with him that you forgot everything? It didn’t matter, no… He’d make sure you never forget, that the feeling of him inside of you is something that’s ingrained in your mind forever. “You’ll remember… You will remember…”

He pulled back slowly, smiling smugly down at you before his hips snapped forward, eliciting the most beautiful moan from you, the sound mixed with a choked off scream as he repeated the movement, the head of his cock reaching the deepest part of you. “I-Innie!” You screamed out his name as he kept going, his thrusts were hard, ruthless, yet still filled with love at the same time.

Your legs were already beginning to shake as every pull of his hips had him brushing against that particular spot that was like a one way ticket to cloud nine. “Never forget this… Never forget the way I feel, the way I make you feel. No one else can make you feel this good, right?” Your head nodded, then shook, then nodded again, your mind completely fogged. “Aww, is my little starry gonna cum? Hmm?”

There were tears forming in the corners of your eyes that he quickly kissed away before they could fall, but your body was shaking so much, he knew that you were holding back, trying to prove a point to him which he only found to be even more adorable. “N-No… Don’t stop…” You gasped, your eyes squeezed shut before your lips drew into a thin line, turning your face away from him. How could someone be so freaking cute? He asked himself that every single day when he saw you, he still couldn’t grasp it. What he did know though is that he was lucky as hell to have you, for you to be all his.

“Won’t stop, starry… Won’t stop till you’re cumming…” He breathed out the words, his hips working nonstop, slamming into you so hard that your body was moving up with each thrust until the top of your head was pressed against the wall of the tent, but neither of you cared, and he truly wasn’t going to stop.

A few more thrusts though and you were sent over the edge, whimpering incoherently as you gripped onto him as tight as you could. Your walls sucked him in, the feeling of them tightening and pulsing around his cock as your body shook beneath him had his orgasm rushing over him like a wave, his body crashing down on top of you and his face being buried in your neck to muffle his moans, and his hips continued to roll against you to ride out his own high.

“This isn’t how I remember the camping trip ending the first time we went…” You teased, the words coming out breathlessly as your hands moved up to brush through his hair, your lips pressing swift kisses to the top of his head. All he could do was chuckle, trying his best not to get too relaxed from your touch, from the soothing sound of your heart thrumming right beneath his ear, it was enough to have him slipping in and out of sleep.

“I love you, starry…” He murmured, nestling closer against your skin, wanting to bask in the warmth of it, inhale the scent of you, having not had you for so long that he worried that as soon as the two of you got back home you’d go back to how you were. He didn’t want to let a single second go to waste. “I always will… I’ll never stop loving you as long as I live…”

You sat on the couch, your legs laid over Jeongins lap as his fingers aimlessly walked up and down them while you flipped through channels on the television. Ever since the camping trip two weeks ago everything had been perfect, even more than perfect actually. Things seemed almost… normal. More normal than they had ever been, and he could tell that you were settling into things now, and there seemed to be a constant smile on your face. Not just that, but you greeted him with hugs and a kiss now whenever he walked through the front door, the way you used to, something that he had missed dearly.

There was a quick rap at the door and you craned your head over the back of the couch to look at it before looking at Jeongin, your eyebrows raised with confusion, but even he was confused about what it could be, who it could be. Nobody knew where he lived, no one except the managers, but he had told them not to tell anyone, and he hadn’t ordered anything and he knew you hadn’t gotten anything either. “I’ll check it… Go wait in the bedroom, okay?” He whispered, taking a moment to appreciate the fact that you had already begun to get up so you could go there, a certain look of fear in your eyes from the unknown of what was behind the door. “I’ll be quick.” He reassured you, kissing your cheek before playfully smacking your ass, smiling to himself as he watched you disappear through the doorway of the bedroom before making his way to the front door.

He had barely even gotten it unlocked, let alone had the chance to pull it open before it was being pushed, the doorknob slamming against the wall behind it and his eyes going wide as he stumbled back. “You… You had her!” There was no way… He couldn’t have found out… He didn’t have the address, he didn’t have anything. “You had her the whole time! What did you do to her?! What did you do!?’

Hyunjin was beyond angry, but his face was already stained with tear streaks as if he had been crying the entire way there. “H-Hyung… I…” Jeongin had prepared everything, he had planned out everything… But he hadn’t been ready for this… He hadn’t prepared to actually be found. That’s when Hyunjin pulled out his phone and shoved it in his face, the picture bright and crystal clear, it was you and Jeongin going through the store, his hand in yours, and there was no doubt about who it was… The only question now was who had taken it.

“You sat back and watched me worry, you pretended to care for two and a half years! It took this for me to find out that you had her the whole fucking time!” He shoved Jeongin back even further, watching with crazed eyes as he fell to the floor. “Where is she, huh?! Where is she?!” And Jeongin didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know the first thing to do. Everything had just returned to the greatest normal it had ever been, and now Hyunjin had come to fuck everything up… This wasn’t what was supposed to happen.

“Hyunjin?” Your voice called softly from the hallway, and they both whipped their heads in your direction, and Jeongin felt like he had been punched in the gut, watching the stars twinkle in your eyes, the fear that the man who stood over him now was going to steal the stars out of his sky. He wasn’t going to lose you, not now, not ever… He’d do whatever it takes… Whatever it takes to keep you with him.

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