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malarign · 4 months

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hi can i get an enhypen when you are jealous ? also can you tag @chmberfve that’s my account but i’m not logged in at the moment 🩷

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contains: ot7 x fem!reader | genre: angst, fluff | tw! mention of nam joohyuk and stray kids’ bangchan and felix, honestly idk what else i have no energy to read that sorry | wc: 1,6k

author’s note: sorry it took so long @chmberfve!! hope you like it though!

Lee Heeseung | 이희승

heeseung really loved it whenever you came backstage with them during promotions

it wasn’t something unusual though, since you were one of their stylists

but apart from preparing his makeup, you had to sometimes take care of the others

which well, he didn’t really enjoy watching

no matter how many times it happened he just couldn’t get used to it, especially today when you had to do pretty detailed makeup for jay

“Can you hold your head straight? I’m begging you Heeseung,” one of the stylists sighed countless time and just forcefully made him face the mirror and not the two of you.

He huffed and tried to watch you in the reflection of the mirror but to his dissatisfaction, you were completely out of sight.

“Open your eyes now for me,” you asked Jay, completely unaware of the simmering with jealousy boyfriend who maybe didn’t see everything, but he could hear everything.

His stylist went to grab another brush was his cue to grab a chance and take a look at the situation to his left. The view made him open his mouth slightly and furrowed his brows.

“Maybe just sit on his lap, wouldn’t it be easier that way?” he blundered out, making you stop and finally realize what your boyfriend has been going through.

You covered your mouth, in an attempt to suppress your laugh.

“You think that’s funny?” he mumbled under his nose, not completely aware of two hair rollers on his bangs that made him look rather hilarious.

“Kinda, yeah.” Your voice came out muffled.

He wanted to argue more, but he got interrupted, by his poor stylist, who now didn’t waste time to ask him, but just forcefully moved his head, saving you from another nag.

Park Jongseong | 박종성

let’s just say you shouldn’t have covered heeseung when you spotted him napping

poor boy got woken up by jay snatching it from his body

too confused to ask questions he thankfully just got on his side and continued sleeping

while jay stood still with the said blanket in his hand

giving you one of those disappointed looks

“How about you cover your boyfriend when he’s taking his nap?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Babe, you’re going to wake him up,” you reasoned and brought your pointer finger to your lips.

“I don’t care, why do you do?” he said even a bit louder and quicker.

He would look intimidating with the way his jaw got tense and palms squeezed in fists, if not for the pout on his lips. You couldn’t help but smile while taking a few steps to get closer to him.

“You’re so cute when you’re jealous,” you mumbled against his lips before planting a soft peck on them.

His brows raised. “Me? Jealous?” He pointed at his chest with his pointer finger. Nodding you noticed a pair of eyes watching you from the couch.

“That was so disgusting,” said Heeseung, clearly awake now and disgusted from your mushy moment.

Sim Jaeyun | 심재윤

the moment he saw you talk with felix and chan he was so happy

he really wanted you to meet them and get along

but ig he didn’t expect you to get so close in just one gathering??

unfortunately for you (and him) he’s a pouty jelly bf

so the moment it was just the two of you he asked you an unreasonable amount of questions

“Do you like Felix more than me?” You could swear he was just on the other side of your living room yet he somehow teleported next to you causing a mini heart attack.

“What? No, of course not,” you said confused, scanning his sad eyes and pouty lips.

“How about Chan? Do you think I should work out more?” he continued his interrogation with you.

A smile crept to your lips watching his manic state, but you finally had to stop this madness. Cupping his cheeks managed to make him shut his mouth and finally look at you after minutes of him avoiding your gaze.

“I’m overreacting, right?” He bit his lower lip and smiled sheepishly.

“Maybe a little,” you chuckled and gave him a quick peck. “You have nothing to worry about, though. I don’t want them, because they’re not you.”

Park Sunghoon | 박성훈

now you would definitely know when his feeling jealous by his unusual silence at home

not even your lame jokes would make him utter a word

and today you completely crossed the line by borrowing a hoodie from sunoo

tbh you knew that he would react like this but c’mon

at least you had an excuse to cling to him even more, as an apology

Sunghoon brushed past you coolly for the nth time that evening, this time nonchalantly taking a juice from the fridge you were currently rummaging through. You followed with your eyes his silhouette and scanned his features — nose raised high and adamant look typical for his jealousy now decorated his whole demeanor.

“So you’re really jealous about that hoodie.” You closed the fridge and leaned on the kitchen island.

He slowly turned his head to face you, still unimpressed. “No,” he answered shortly.

“So you are!” You poked his side and he glared at you. Before he could say something you already climbed on your toes to plant multiple kisses on his jaw, cheeks, and finally lips. “Nah, you’re not going to bribe me with kisses,” he shook his head after you were done.

“You didn’t oppose it though.” You smiled triumphantly, making him roll his eyes.

“I just don’t understand why you didn’t ask me, your boyfriend, to lend you a hoodie. You know I have plenty of them since you’re constantly cold, yet you asked none other but him…”

Kim Sunoo | 김선우

he really rarely gets jealous, though there are times he just breaks

massages his temples and sighs, doesn’t matter if you do this on purpose

unfortunately (for him) you manage to make him lose his cool with a huge success

“what about me???”

It wasn’t the first time Sunoo recommended a drama, but your excitement and investment in new episodes were definitely higher than usual. And he couldn’t blame you, who wouldn’t fall for Nam Joo-hyuk? However, your obsession started to concern him, leading to his jealousy. But you skipping edits of your own boyfriend only to watch edits of your new favourite actor was the complete crossing of boundaries.

“What are you watching?” Sunoo said snatching your phone and throwing it on the other side of the couch. You opened your eyes wide in shock and somehow managed to not throw hands at him.

“Sun, that was very important!” You tried to get it back but he stopped you.

“You must’ve lost your mind to think he is more important than your boyfriend! Hello? I’m right here!” He argued, holding your phone as far away as he could, while you fought for your life and wellbeing.

“If you saw that edit you would understand!” You tried to bribe him.

“I’m sure engenes edits are much better. Or my fancams. Anything!”

Yang Jungwon | 양정원

now it’s not easy to either make jungwon lose his patience or get jealous

but when he is he rather communicates it with you

telling you he didn’t appreciate the way you ignored him and just talked to heeseung

or how you showed your soft spot for riki and not him (honestly how could you?)

though he has one (1) weak spot which is sleeping on the shoulder of somebody who isn’t him

Jungwon tried really hard not to glare at Sunoo, though it was much harder said than done. You were peacefully sleeping, and after eight long hours of running errands, you just dozed off on his shoulder.

Why couldn’t you just wait a second for him to come back from the bathroom? He left you for not even 5 minutes yet you managed to drift away.

“Are you comfortable?” he suddenly asked, a little too loud.

Sunoo frowned and held his pointer finger against his lips. “You’re going to wake them up. And yes, I am. Thank you for your concern,” he replied and continued scrolling social media.

Jungwon pursed his lips in a thin line, knowing there was only one last thing he could do. “You know she’s sometimes drooling in her sleep, right?”

His question made Sunoo look up, first, he glanced at Jungwon then at you. “Y/n? You can now lean on your boyfriend.” Poor boy got scared of a pool of saliva potentialy forming on his jacket and quickly woke you up.

Confused you looked around and smiled at the view of Jungwon, unaware of his blatant lie continued to slumber now on his shoulder.

Nishimura Riki | 西村力

THIS BABEYY

pouts, sulking and crossing his arms were the main indicators of his jealousy usually caused by you daring to laugh at sunghoon’s jokes

they’re not even that funny? his jokes are way funnier than any of them

multiple sighs and clearing throat interrupted his every word now, all of this accompanied by his intense glares

talk about being petty and sassy

He knew what awaited him the moment he heard your laughter through the door to their dance practice room. Rolling his eyes he walked in nonchalantly, lowkey expecting you to stop but you dared to continue to be in convulsions. Tears ran down your cheeks as your hands grabbed your stomach.

“I can’t!” you managed to utter through giggles, unable to catch your breath properly.

Riki watched you carefully, waiting for you to finally acknowledge his presence. Finally, he cleared his throat, gaining your and the rest of his members’ attention.

“Hi baby,” you said, leaning on his shoulder. He usually would lay his head on top of yours yet he didn’t, making you sit straight. What hit you instantly was his visible pout. “Oh, you’re sulking?”

“I’m not,” he mumbled, but his pout sold him out.

“Ohh, somebody’s jelly!” Jake pointed to him causing a fit of laughter and the teasing began.

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itsbeeble · 5 months

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Enchanted

Summary: You lost each other once, holding out in hopes of crossing paths again. It's almost fate that you do, and Wonwoo doesn't want to let you leave him again

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, exes to lovers

Pairing: Idol!jeon Wonwoo x afab!reader

WC: 4.5k (i got REALLY carried away yall im so sorry)

Series Masterlist

18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

WARNINGS UNDER CUT

Warnings: hurt comfort, ex high school sweethearts to lovers, mentions of someone trying to get a little too touchy feely with reader so if you aren't comfortable, don't read it (nothing bad happens AT ALL, the guy is just a dumbass, but i figured i would put a warning for all of you), unprotected sex, making out, fingering, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, begging, kinda dom/sub themes again, mentions of drinking, swearing, marking, spanking, Wonwoo likes boobs, sexual tension, mentions of chemistry, idk there's a lot so let me know if i missed something important

Listen to Enchanted by Taylor Swift <3

A/N: Guys i wrote this all today/last night and i'm really proud of it. It's also the first smut fic that's like...i wouldn't call it intense but it's more than what I'm used to ig. I hope yall like it though <3. Also thank you to Fawn for beta reading again. teehee

You had always hated gatherings: holidays, work events, family reunions, weddings, you name it. You always hated being the only person there without a partner. Not that you felt the need to have one, but it got annoying when you got the same questions over and over and over again.

When are you going to settle down and marry a nice boy?

Your parents aren’t getting any younger, don’t you want them to have some grandkids?

What are you waiting for?

The truth is, you had the answer to only one of those questions. What were you waiting for?

It has to be some stroke of luck when the answer walks right through the door to your high school reunion decked in an all-black suit and the same nerdy glasses he’d had his whole life.

Jeon Wonwoo. Your high school sweetheart turned drunk sob story to your best friends after a few too many cocktails.

It’s ironic how the root of all of your relationship problems just so happens to hate your guts. Not that you blamed him for it. Everything that happened between the two of you, everything that went wrong in your relationship was because of you and your insecurities. Because you didn’t trust that the idol life wouldn’t ruin the two of you. If you were him, you’d cut contact and disappear as well.

Eunchae, your best friend from high school, nudges your arm, her eyes flicking between you and the man who hasn’t spotted your wide-eyed stare.

“Did you know he was coming today?” She whispers harshly, jerking you out of your dumbstruck trance. Your mouth opens and closes repeatedly, awfully reminiscent of a goldfish.

“I— no, no I didn’t.” You feel out of breath, your heart beginning to pound against your ribs so hard that you fear the bones might snap. “Hana said that— that he didn’t RSVP.”

You look up again, and your heart stutters in your chest.

He’s looking at you, through the crowd of people around him. Wonwoo had his eyes locked on you, his gaze unreadable from where you stood. It feels like he’s cast an enchantment on you, freezing you under the weight of his gaze.

Your hands are shaking, and the drink in your hand almost spills before Eunchae grabs you. Someone steps in front of Wonwoo— a man, from here you can’t tell who— and your view of him is cut off.

You don’t see him try to gently nudge the man to the side while talking to him, trying to get a better look at you. You don’t see the disappointment when he finally gets him to move and you’re gone, out of his view.

“Wonwoo,” one of his old friends, whose name has slipped his mind (Seonkyung maybe?), claps him on the shoulder. “You really have grown up, huh?” Wonwoo smiles politely, adjusting the expensive watch on his wrist.

“I mean seriously,” another man comes forward, someone Wonwoo knows very well and for all the wrong reasons. Lee Jongdae, the man who planted seeds of doubt in your ear. The man who ruined something good, something that would have lasted. “You used to be like,” Jongdae raises his hand, waving it flat in the air next to his shoulder, “this tall? And now you’re a giant!”

“You must be getting all the girls, eh?” Seonkyung teases. Wonwoo wants to scream, wants to get out of this situation as fast as possible. “The idol life must make things easy, right?”

“I don’t really go out much,” he shrugs, still holding that polite smile on his face. “The idol life is busier than you think.” Seonkyung scoffs at this. Jongdae narrows his eyes, but the near-mocking smile returns to his face.

“Come on~” Jongdae presses, “there’s gotta be some idol woman that you’ve snatched up. Someone has to have grabbed the attention of the great Jeon Wonwoo.”

He hesitates. Yes, someone has grabbed his attention but it isn’t another idol in the industry.

“Or, wait,” Jongdae’s hand collides with Wonwoo’s chest, something similar to malice appearing in his eyes. “Are you still hung up on that Y/N girl?”

Wonwoo goes rigid, and beside him Seonkyung gets quiet. Jongdae bursts into laughter, the sound ringing around the room and gathering the attention of a lot of people. Wonwoo feels his jaw tick in annoyance, fighting the urge to roll his eyes or knock the man to the ground.

“No way are you still hung up on her!” Jongdae huffs out between laughs, seemingly uncaring that he’s the only one laughing. “Ten years, and you’re still going after someone who couldn’t care less about you anymore?”

Someone inside of Wonwoo breaks a little bit. Something inside him cracks, and his resolve crumbles slightly. He hadn’t expected the jab to hurt as much as it did, but god did it sting.

“I never said I was hung up on her.” Wonwoo folds his arms over his chest. “Like you said, it’s been ten years. If she’s moved on then that’s her business.”

“So it wouldn’t bother you if I got with her?” Jongdae takes a step forward, an eyebrow arching in challenge. “Because I won’t lie to you, she’s looking good.”

Wonwoo’s jaw ticks again, but he keeps a pleasant smile on his lips. Don’t say yes, don’t say yes. “Like I said, not my business.”

That clearly isn’t the answer Jongdae is looking for, and a puff of pride fills Wonwoo.

And then dread. He just gave the one man he would hate to see you with permission to do whatever he wanted. “Permission”, as if he has any control or say in the things, or people, that you do.

When Jongdae approaches you, there’s an immediate pit of despair in your stomach, like some princess waiting to be saved from the tower she’d been locked in. There’s a menacing look in his eyes, and he walks with a swagger telling you that he’s used to getting what he wants out of a situation.

“Hi, gorgeous.” You almost cringe at the first words out of his mouth, your lips twisting into an awkward, tense smile.

“Hi…?”

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Jongdae continues, not waiting for you to say or do anything. He’s only focused on getting what he wants, that much is obvious from the way he smirks and glances around to find…someone. Who, you aren’t sure. “You sure have…grown up a bit, haven’t you?”

“I mean…yeah I’m 27. I would hope I’ve grown up a bit.” He laughs a bit too hard for something you hadn’t intended to be funny.

“Say,” he leans closer to you, and you press yourself back against the wall. His hand comes to rest on the side of your thigh, right near the slit in your dress. “Why don’t we get out of here? You know, go somewhere a little bit more…quiet? Maybe Mrs. Ji’s old chemistry lab?”

Your body is tense, and you try to pull away from him.

“No, thank you.” Your hand tightens around the small plastic cup of cheap wine in your hand. “I think I’m fine where I am.”

“C’mon, don’t you wanna loosen up a bit?” He coos, and his grip tightens on part of your dress. Your body tenses.

Then his grip was gone, and his body is hitting the floor, and people were beginning to surround you and Jongdae and…Wonwoo?

Wonwoo is standing next to you, his black jacket seemingly gone, and the sleeves of his black button-up are rolled up to his elbows. His eyes are narrowed, his lips pulled into a thin line.

“What the hell was that for, Jeon?” Jongdae pulls himself to his feet, trying to approach him, but another man steps forward. “Thought you said it wasn’t your business?”

“It wasn’t,” Wonwoo agrees, “but that was only until you tried to do that.”

Something about Wonwoo being this protective over you, even after what you did, makes your stomach twist into knots. You have to remind yourself that he’s just doing this because he had to. Because this is what anyone would do, and your heart sinks into your stomach.

“We were just trying to have some fun,” Jongdae snaps, “right Y/N?”

Wonwoo looks at you, and when you return his gaze it’s like you’re back in high school again.

Do you want to leave? His head tilts ever so slightly toward the door.

Get me out of here. You hope your eyes are portraying that thought perfectly, but the tight smile on your ex’s lips tells you all you need to know.

“She’s not going anywhere with you, Lee Jongdae.” Wonwoo’s hand finds its way to the small of your back, and you find yourself tucking your body into his side just like you used to.

Only this time, it’s like you fit perfectly under his arm. His very…very…very muscular arm and slim waist and when your arm wraps into the back of his shirt, you can just barely feel the tight muscles and—

Oh god, you’re gonna do something you shouldn’t if the two of you don’t leave right now.

You’re lucky that Wonwoo is able to guide you away, and that Jongdae doesn’t try to come after the two of you. You figured that, while the man was stupid, he wasn’t going to try and harm someone making more than triple his annual income and with enough power to ruin his life with just one click of a button. Probably literally.

“Are you okay?” Wonwoo has his hands wrapped around the headrest of the driver’s seat in his car, watching you as you pick at the skin around your manicured nails. You turn your head to look at him, pursing your lips.

“I mean…I guess? He didn’t really do anything, thank god.” You let your hands drop to your lap and a heavy sigh escapes you when you let your head fall against your headrest.

“I’m sorry that he did that.” Wonwoo’s voice is gravelly, and you have to take a moment to calm yourself before speaking.

“It isn’t like it’s your fault. You do know that, right?” Wonwoo shrugs.

“It kind of is, though. The only reason he went up to you is because of me. Because he wanted to get under my skin.” Oh? You arch an eyebrow, turning your body to face him. The slit in your dress shifts ever so slightly, exposing your bare thigh. Wonwoo turns his head away from you, his cheeks heating.

“Why would he want to do that?” In your heart, you already know. The way the two of you easily slipped back into your old habits, the way he didn’t even hesitate to help you despite protesting that anyone would have done it. You knew, now, that he didn’t hate you. You just wanted him to admit it.

Wonwoo lets out a heavy sigh and rolls his head to look at you.

“You’re really gonna make me say it?” You nod, leaning your body across the center console to get close to him. You can tell he’s nervous, maybe embarrassed.

“You know me, Wonwoo. I always get what I want.” You grin and Wonwoo turns to look at you again and suddenly you’re aware that you aren’t dating him anymore. That it’s weird for you to be that close to him.

Your smile drops and you sink back into your seat. Wonwoo watches you, a frown replacing his previous smile.

“I’m— I’m so sorry.” You press yourself as close to your door as possible. “I shouldn’t have— I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Wonwoo fights the itch in his brain that tells him to grab your hand and place a kiss on the back of it. He hadn’t realized just how enchanted with you he was until he saw you across the room for the first time in ten years. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed having you pulled against his side, although you fit much better now that he’d filled out and grown into his body. Wonwoo hadn’t missed the way your breathing hitched when he pulled you against him, hadn’t missed the dazed look in your eye when he looked down to ensure that you weren’t hurt. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I just— I shouldn’t have touched you like that—”

“Y/N,” Wonwoo cuts you off. “You did nothing that I didn’t want you to do.” Your mouth snaps shut, and you look at him with wide eyes. He takes a deep breath. Here goes nothing. “I…I still— fuck this is harder than I thought it would be. For a songwriter, you would think I’d know how to confess that I’m still enchanted by you.” He laughs nervously, and when he turns to look at you, you’re smiling gently. You understand.

You stay quiet and then turn to him again. He’s facing you too, and your faces are inches apart.

“I was enchanted by you too, Jeon Wonwoo.”

And then your lips are on his, and it’s a searing kiss that leaves him breathless from the moment it starts. His hand rises to your cheek, gently pulling you even closer to him. Your hands wrap around the fabric of his shirt, and you whine when his tongue hesitantly prods at the seam of your lips.

You open your mouth for him, and his hand slides to tangle in your hair and pull you impossibly closer, nearly across the center console. He roams your mouth, his tongue licking at every inch, sliding against your own as if this was the last time he’d ever be able to kiss you. Your hand slides down, tracing down to his tie, then to his abdomen and you can feel the muscles tightening wherever your nails trace.

Your hand trails even lower, and you feel him freeze against you when you place your hand over his crotch. He forces himself to pull his lips from yours, a string of spit connecting your tongues, and his eyes flutter shut again when your hand squeezes lightly around his hard-on.

“Don’t do this to me,” he pleads. “I’m supposed to be a gentleman.” You smirk, raising your lips to his ear.

“What if I don’t want you to be?” A gentle kiss was placed to the corner of his jaw, and his grip on your hair tightened to the point of near painful. This draws a whimper out of you, right in his ear. He pulls you back, not harshly but enough for your jaw to drop.

“Tell me you’re sure,” he practically begs. “Tell me that this isn’t going to be a one-time thing, that you want me as much as I want you. Tell me that you aren’t in love with someone else, that there’s no one waiting for you at home.”

Tell me you love me.

Your hand slips to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing just under his eye.

“You know that you’ve always been it for me, Jeon Wonwoo.” You promise, and your lips are against his again. It’s sweeter than the first but still filled with ten years of words left unsaid. “Take me home.”

The moment Wonwoo locks the door to his apartment, you’re pressed against the wall with so much force you’re surprised there isn’t a hole in the shape of your body. His hands are on your hips, your thighs, your shoulders, and your chest. Every time he pulls away from your lips, he catches one between his teeth, nipping at the soft flesh before shifting his focus to your neck.

“Wonwoo,” your voice is shaking, your hand tangled in the dark strands of his once neatly styled hair. “Wonwoo, please?” Another hickey blooms across your neck, another on your shoulder, then your collarbone.

“Please what, baby?” He rasps, tugging the strap of your dress to the side until it slips down your shoulder and exposes more of your breast. “What do you need from me?” He slides the other strap down, and you gasp when his cold hands reach up and grab at the soft mounds on your chest.

“Wonwoo— Wonwoo, I—” Your brain has gone to mush the moment his mouth lands on your nipple, sucking at it and nipping at the bud. You breathe out soft moans, your hands struggling to move to the back of your dress to reach for the zipper.

It’s impossible to function with Wonwoo flicking his tongue against one nipple, his fingers kneading and twisting and pinching at the other. Your hands shake as you finally catch the zipper, yanking it down as quickly, yet gently, as possible.

Wonwoo pulls away from your chest, breathing heavily, eyes filled with nothing but lust. He examines your body, entirely nude from your choice to go braless and pantiless tonight, and his cock twitches in his slacks.

“God, you’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” He hisses. You peer up at him with eyes so innocent, but you both know that isn’t the case. “Did you know I was gonna be there? Hm?” He grabs your chin in one of his large hands, yanking you toward his face until you’re struggling to even stand on your tip toes. “Did you know that I was gonna give in to you?”

“No— Wonwoo, I didn’t know—” His free hand collides with your ass and you cry out, stumbling toward him. “Fuck, Wonwoo!” His hand strikes your skin again, and a gush of arousal practically drips down your legs.

“I think you’re lying to me,” he hums thoughtfully. “Lying isn’t nice, you know.”

“I’m not lying— Oh, Wonwoo please—” His free hand has slipped down to your core, delicate fingers brushing against your sopping wet cunt. “Please touch me, please, I need it.”

“Yeah, baby?” One finger pushes between your folds, and your knees almost buckle. Your nails dig into his biceps, squeezing the taut muscle as he sinks two long, slender fingers into you. “Need it so bad, don’t you? Had you waiting for so long. Did you miss me, baby? Miss this?”

“Missed you so bad, Wonwoo,” you arch your back into him, your hips jerking against his fingers. He slips a third inside of you. “Miss— Missed the way you t-touched me.” He hums, curling his fingers up into you and you emit a desperate cry of his name. “Right there, Wonwoo! Fu—fuck, right there!”

“Tell me how much you missed me, pretty girl.” He continues to curl his fingers inside of you, watching you and enamored by the way your eyes roll back, the way your jaw is dropped, and the way your chest heaves. “Tell me how much you need me.”

“N-Need you so–o bad. No o-one makes me fe-feel this good— oh god,” you clench around his fingers, pulsing and dripping down his wrist. “No one el-se made me c-cum like you d-do.” A swell of pride in his chest, and his thumb presses hard against your clit. You spasm around him, your moans growing louder and higher in pitch. “So close, Wonwoo.”

“It’s okay baby,” he purrs, “you can let go. I’m here now, gonna make you feel good. Gonna make you so good, never gonna have to turn to anyone else again. Just let go.”

You spasm again, and your body sags as your orgasm rocks through you. Wonwoo has an arm around his waist, his other hand still working his fingers into you and easing you through your high.

It takes you a few minutes to come down, and by the time you do, Wonwoo has removed his shirt and kicked his shoes off. He’s watching you as you try to step forward, catching you when you stumble. You reach for the button of his slacks and he stops you, smiling when you pout.

“I’m not fucking you here, baby. You deserve to be fucked in an actual bed.” You let him guide you to his bedroom— correction try to guide you. It’s like you’re addicted to the taste of him, your lips practically gluing themselves to his biceps, licking and biting at the salty skin. You can feel every one of his breaths as he walks, and his pace picks up until he’s flinging open his bedroom door and shoving you in front of him. You stumble a bit, and he pushes you again so you fall face down onto his bed. Wonwoo isn’t far behind you, his body leaning over yours and his hand on the back of your neck and preventing you from pushing yourself up.

“Do you know how much I missed this? Being able to fuck you wherever, whenever, and however I wanted?” He hisses into your ear, and you feel his free hand slip down your back as he reaches for the button on his pants. His hips keep rolling into yours, and the little grunts and moans that he releases are almost enough to get you to cum again. “Do you know how hard it was to not imagine that I was fucking your sweet little cunt every time I found someone to spend the night with? No one matched up to you, sweet girl. No one got me to cum like you do, got me as hard as you do.” You whine when he kicks your ankles apart, your nails gripping the duvet for dear life.

When you feel his tip prodding at your entrance, it takes everything in you to not grind into him. He’s breathing heavily into your neck, slowly slipping in. Your body twitches and you fling your hand back, frantically searching for his own to squeeze and distract yourself from the pain of him stretching you out.

“So tight,” he presses his forehead against the back of your neck, his body shuddering. “Fuck, it’s like nobody has fucked since me.”

“N-nobody else felt as good as you,” you gasp out. “No one could stretch me out like you do. Just fuck me, please.”

“Gotta let you adjust, baby,” he argues. “Still got about half left.”

You whine again, jerking his arm in front of you and letting your face fall into it. He groans when your teeth sink into his skin, biting and sucking and gasping against him until you feel his hips connect with yours.

“You ready?” He rubs your back gently, and you frantically nod your head.

“Please, please, please, please—” His hips pull back and you release a guttural moan as he slams his hips into yours. Again and again and again and again. Every thrust sends the tip of cock full force into that soft, pleasurable spot inside of you and it feels so good, and he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow down, and you don’t ask him to. Your mouth has fallen open, a neverending stream of cries and moans and begging leaving your lips.

His hands reach forward, and you feel a finger hook into your mouth on either side. It stings, the stretch of him holding your mouth open, and you feel your back arch, his cock somehow hitting even deeper inside of you. Drool slips down your chin and it’s so nasty but you can’t form the words to stop him. The only things that leave your mouth are nonsensical babbling and you feel Wonwoo begin to rise, taking you with him. One of his hands leaves your mouth and slips down to the base of your throat, and the other’s thumb hooks into your jaw and holds your mouth open. His hand squeezes around your throat, and you squeeze around his cock

“You close, baby?” Wonwoo coos into your ear but you don’t have the brains to form words. Your hips press back into his, one of your hands slipping down to frantically rub at your clit. You’re clenching rapidly around him now, almost in time with when he pulls out of you and you can feel him twitching inside of you. “Gonna cum again?”

You try to tell him that, yes you’re so close and it feels so good and oh god Wonwoo please—

Your body shudders and a sound similar to a scream escapes you, your free hand gripping his forearm tightly and you can feel the skin tearing beneath your nails but neither of you cares as he pumps white-hot cum deep inside of you. His hips are still rolling, adding to the sensation of his cum inside of you. Your core begins to sting with overstimulation, and you try to pull away from Wonwoo with a whine. He just laughs, his hands settling on your waist and lowering you down onto the bed once his cock has softened.

Your back is against his in the tub and he’s running a soft cloth along your body, along the marks on your body and the bruises on your hips.

“You doing okay?” His voice is tender. “I know I was a little bit harsh on you.”

You chuckle. “Not like you haven’t done that before.”

You play with the suds that float in the water, humming quietly. Wonwoo takes a deep breath, letting his head fall back a bit.

“Why don’t you hate me?” You lean your head back on his chest, and he frowns at the question.

“Why would I hate you?”

A shrug and you drop your arms into the water.

“I threw away a nearly perfect relationship just because someone said you’d drop me the moment you found someone better in the idol industry.”

“So?” Wonwoo traces shapes into the skin of your thigh. “That’s not your fault. I get that it was scary. Neither of us knew what was gonna happen, you were already stressed about how things were gonna work with you being in college. I’m not gonna blame you or hate you for that choice. What matters is that we found each other again.”

Your cheeks heat up and you turn your body around in the tub to sit on his lap. He looks up at you with nothing but pure adoration in his eyes.

“Did you mean what you said?” You ask. He raises an eyebrow. “In the hallway. That I’d never have to turn to anyone else. Are we gonna…” Your voice trails off and Wonwoo raises his head to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

“I meant every single word I said tonight. I’m here to stay, Y/N.” His nose nudges against yours. “I was enchanted from the moment I met you, and I want to be yours again if you’ll let me.”

You play with the strands of his hair, smiling like a madman.

“And I meant everything I said as well,” You let your forehead rest against his, your eyes falling shut. “I want you to stay with me. Please.”

Wonwoo exhales softly.

“Always. I will always stay.”

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cyberels · 5 months

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IT WILL COME BACK

(you know better, babe)

𖦹彡⋆｡˚ summary: ellie makes it her goal to talk to you again after a one night stand.

see part one here

𖦹彡⋆｡˚ warnings: nsfw (implied), language

𖦹彡⋆｡˚ a/n: this is the worst thing ive ever written please god do not base my skill off of this i lost inspiration 😭😭😭😭 pleasee im so sorry..,,,.,. also no smut in this part my bad sorry gay people

alsooo readers username on ig is hoezier if you don’t like it simply pretend it’s something else😁

reader is female with a reputation for one night stands

this is also very much loser!ellie idk man idk she gets more confident later in the fic tho

ellie was fucked - no pun intended. you literally just gave her the best sex of her life and immediately after you were pulled away from her without even so much as a goodbye.

if ellie ever finds out who called the cops, she swears to herself that she’s going to punch them right in their fucking face for cutting her time with you short.

there was something about you that made her yearn to have you near her again. she was trying to forget about you, but you were becoming a craving she couldn’t shake, despite barely even speaking to one another. your small encounter with ellie left an impact on her.

she knew basically nothing about you besides your name, but she did learn that you were… very experienced. she could gather that much based on how confident you were, and how it took you just minutes to figure out how to make her feel the best she’s ever felt. you knew what you were doing, and ellie didn’t even try to resist your advances, letting her body be taken by you.

ellie was not submissive, she barely even let any of the other people she’s slept with take the dominant position… so why did she let you, of all people, take control without her even putting up a fight? you were under her skin like an itch that was impossible to scratch.

ellie arrived back at her dorm later that night, but the feeling that she left something unfinished hung over her like a shadow.

she pulled out her phone, which was a shitty attempt at a distraction; no matter how many tiktok videos she watches, her thoughts were consistently and stubbornly directed to you. her brain couldn't wrap around how you became entrenched within her mind so easily.

she needed to tell someone about this and get if off her chest. she opened up her contacts and her thumb hovers over dina’s number. she debates on even telling her friend about this for a minute… falling for someone she barely knows is definitely not something she ever wanted to happen. she sighs, and presses the call button, very painfully aware of how embarrassing the situation is.

“hey!” dina answers after a few rings, “what’s up?”

“dina, i’m dying. i’m screwed.”

“what’d you do this time?”

ellie groans before explaining the situation that unfolded just hours before, words gushing forth as she explains the events of the night.

dina interrupts ellie’s rant after a few moments, laughing as she speaks. “—okay, slow down. what’s her name?”

the second your name spills out of ellie’s mouth, dina inhales in a sharp breath of air.

“what? what’s wrong?” ellie asked, “do you know her?”

“if she’s who i think she is… i wouldn’t get attached.”

“…why?”

“i’m sorry, i just— she’s slept with a few girls i know and she usually does not ever talk to them again.”

“well it’s too late for me, i’m already attached; you don’t know the half of it. but there was something there between us, a spark or whatever. i don’t know, maybe she felt it, too.”’

“that’s not a spark. that’s a fire. because your brain has got to be fucking burning down if you’re even considering reaching out to her.”

“…do you have her instagram?”

“ellie. no.”

ellie sighs, kicking off her shoes and flopping on her bed, “i’ll just say hi and see where it goes. she probably won’t even respond, it’ll be fine.”

“i want you to know i think this is a terrible idea… but i sent you her username.”

“fuck yeah! thank you, dina.”

fuck your reputation, ellie was gonna make you hers one way or another.

you stare at your screen for a second.

ellie… that’s a pretty name.

it suits her.

she went out of her way to find you, it’s kind of sweet. half the other people you’ve hooked up with don’t give a shit about you after you’re done; you can’t be mad at them, though, considering you do the same.

ellie was just a rare case, you’ll forget about her in a few days.

…right?

you know that getting attached is never a good idea, that’s why you barely bothered to learn her name. in all honesty, you didn’t really care to learn the names of anyone you’ve slept with, the only reason why you did was because you didn’t want to look impolite. despite feeling like an asshole, you set your phone down on your bedside table and attempt to shove the thoughts of this girl—ellie—away. you were already constantly thinking about her, messaging her would just make this whole situation harder on you.

you refuse to get more attached than you already are.

unfortunately for you, your attempts to get ellie off your mind are proving unsuccessful. you’d never admit it, but she was getting to you more than anyone else you’ve been with before.

it’s a struggle to go about your day normally when you’re constantly on the lookout for this stupid girl you cannot get your mind off of for some godforsaken reason; you did not want to run into her and make this situation more awkward than it already is.

the stars are not on your side, apparently, because when you enter the coffee shop you usually do homework at, you see her in the corner. she’s on her phone, scrolling idly through it.

great!

your body cries out for her touch, the invisible string of attraction that tied you to her pulled you in closer and closer and you mentally curse yourself for feeling this strongly about her.

you can’t shake the feeling that you should go over there and say something, anything. but what would you even say?

“hey, sorry i ignored you, you just make me feel things i’ve never felt before and it’s making me question everything because i’ve never felt this way about any of my other hookups.”

…that doesn’t seem like the best option, so you inch closer to the door you just came in from before turning and leaving completely.

‘god’ you think, ‘what the fuck is happening to me?’

unbeknownst to you, ellie sees you. she sees you walk in, look at her, and immediately leave.

ellie is well aware of your reputation, but it still stings that you don’t care the way that she does. she knows that you probably don’t care much about anyone that you’ve slept with, that it’s not just her you don’t seem to care about, and she tries to be okay with it.

she packed up her stuff, unwilling to sit in the coffee shop while she was sulking, but as she was doing so, her phone lit up with a notification.

‘take that, dina,’ ellie thinks, ‘she wants me… i think?’

#max writes ☆#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #the last of us #tlou #wlw #wlw smut #i don’t even wanna tag this #idk why im so insecure about this sorry if it’s annoying im just WHAJFJSJFJFJJDJJDWJKDD

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petite-gloom · 6 months

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On your ‘I think April of 2022 Megan had it cracked’ post, are you thinking of the avec system then? Or trying to keep the cousin? I’m just curious! I know when you where in the avec you had trouble cause when you’d turn the page you’d forget to move the tasks over (which was my main problem too when I was only doing 1 day 1 page bujo) so I’m just curious what your thoughts are in this! (Also I am NOT one of those anons who cares about your notebook ‘consumption’. Buy however many notebooks you want, find what brings you joy!❤️)

yeah! so here’s my thinking. i don’t use the weekly pages in the cousin anymore because i don’t find the columns good for to-do lists, and any other journal type notes i already have on the daily pages. i keep my sleep log in the calendar, so when im doing my daily updates, i fill the daily page and the calendar bits and then i flip to the weekly section and im like 😐 you.

i’ve been looking for the perfect “companion” book for my cousin as a portable place to keep my weekly to-do list, but am struggling a bit because the weeks feels like a poor fit, the TN passport feels too small/awkward to write in, i don’t really want to go back to field notes, etc.

i was cleaning yesterday and sorting through my old hobonichi boxes and realised that the a6 avec system that i had in early 2022 could be the solution? daily entries and notes in the dated pages, sleep log in the calendar, no weekly section to worry about now that i no longer need it. im looking at the ‘days free’ as my second book- an extra set of calendar pages for appointments/events/scheduling, blank pages for weekly running to-do lists, lots of room for commonplacing and extra notes (with pre-drawn margins and page numbers, too).

in the video i made in 2022 i was saying that i was having trouble maintaining the two books equally, but after working in a5 for a long while and refining my commonplace practice i don’t think that would be an issue anymore. so im like. huh. maybe past megan had it all worked out and i just wasn’t ready for it yet. but now it kind of seems like it might solve everything? using the avec system also means i don’t have to worry too much about bulking, and i get that archive/fresh start feeling midway through the year, while still having a complete set at the end.

idk i might test it for november and see. i’ll probably rehome my 2024 weeks and maybe the TN passport booklets because neither really feel like the right fit for my needs, disappointingly. then by december i can probably work out if the 2-book a6 system is working as imagined or if i should just stick with the cousin (probably without a companion book). i wish i had been able to work it all out without so much experimentation and so many purchases but unfortunately i’ve always been someone who learns best with hands-on practice so maybe there was no other way 🫠 ig it all led to the knowledge i have now, the refinement of my practice, the clarity of what i really, truly need from my notebooks, etc. so idk. but that’s where i’m at with it

either way hopefully whatever i go with at the end of december will be it. whether it’s the cousin or the a6 pair, i’ll have settled. and that’s a nice feeling

#answers #commonplace

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krash-and-co · 5 months

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hey krash, i wanted to reach out and say that i'm so sorry that you got such a hurtful reaction from one of the l&co servers for speaking up about something that genuinely needed to be addressed. i won't badmouth anyone in particular but this is not the first time this fandom has dogpiled someone over a misunderstanding, and when it happened to me i had severe anxiety over it for about a week even after it was resolved, and eventually left because of it. it left a pretty bad taste in my mouth for the fandom in general, so i mostly just stick to my small group of mutuals now lol. i wish this fandom truly was different from other fandoms, but this kind of thing is unfortunately inevitable once something reaches a certain level of popularity. but that certainly doesn't make it okay, and you didn't do anything to deserve the reaction you got. i hope you can feel peace about it soon, and i'm sorry again that it happened at all. 🫂

(please don't feel pressured to answer this if you'd rather the matter be left alone, i totally understand. i just wanted to send you an ask because i didn't know if you're comfortable with dms.)

hi im so sorry i forgot to answer!!! thank you so much this means so much to me. 💙💙💙 i read this for the first time when i was feeling pretty attacked and it really cheered me up <3

hmm other people have been telling me about how they got attacked in this fandom too. and maybe this shouldn't have surprised me as much as it did. but it's something fans never talk about and claim doesn’t exist, so i thought it didn’t. i was horribly fooled lol. as, uh, i am about to rant about; do you mind? u don’t have to read it, i won’t be offended, but halfway thru answering this ask it turned into a rant i wanted to release into the world lol, so sorry about that 😭😭😭

very important disclaimer!!! this is NOT about everyone. ABSOLUTELY NOT. most of you are absolutely amazing people, and i assure you if ur worried this is about you, it’s prob not lol

ANYWAYS!!!

im kind of feeling i was betrayed?? ig? i rlly believed everyone was so kind, and look what i know now. it genuinely seems like people are gaslighting themselves. how else do they only see our ‘harm?’ yeah, our fandom is known for being passionate, but saying we’re known for kindness is starting to make me sick. maybe we were, i know a lot of us still are, but throwing that out there in the middle of your hypocritical hate post seems like justification for the shit things people have been saying. you can say no wrong so long as you’re here. only people who don’t agree with you. so yeah, fuck krash and ljc and anyone else who doesn't agree!!! that totally shows how kind you are and how much you loved the fandom before we messed it up. nobodys visibly mad, cuz we're too scared to say shit!!!

i’ve seen too many examples of the contrary from the “victims,” wailing about how cruel we are the second they disagree with someone. (in a highly hypocritical manner, at that.) “everyone was so happy before this!” no, they weren’t, that’s why i brought it up. “stop bringing hate to this fandom! now let me fucking berate you!” do you even hear yourself? “nobody even cared before, we were all content!” we weren’t all content, we were just silent. it sometimes looks the same.

someone even declared they were leaving the fandom because ‘one person wanted to stop show saving efforts entirely because it traumatized them, and this is no longer a safe place.’ like, what? where did you even get that? for one, there were at least two of us posting together, and that’s just barely knowing anything about what’s happening. thats not even touching on how one of us (idk who the op of that post was talking about, it’s a 50/50 lol) made the fandom an unsafe place for our personal gain. what?

hella kind. hella safe on their part.

another said they saw only old fans agreeing about this so it’s just us being pissed about change. it’s us hating the show. me and ljc being upset about not being the only “big blogs” any more. our fandom is only for the elite, etc. fuck us. yet ljc is getting blackmailed. we’re getting hate replies. friends that try and help get attacked. misinformation spread. how did that even happen? we never once tried to hurt anyone; thank you to those who understand.

but to some, WE’RE the ones in the wrong.

do they SEE themselves? how hypocritical all of this is? or are their heads that far up in the ass of their petition and beloved fake idea of this fandom that they care about more than all of us?

now, this is where i add another “not everyone” message. not everyone is like this, this is not me saying i hate the petition or people who support it. hell, i signed the petition. twice. and once more from my mothers email.

i don’t regret the i love you posts i made, because i still do love this fandom, i am still absolutely here for the rest of yall. but DAMN if we weren’t hiding something under happy Save The Show, I Love Locknation! messages. perfectly smiling faces until they bite. i was surprised to see how many people did.

as if our previous problems weren’t enough, now it turned into this lol. no, that’s a lie, it didn’t. it already was, and i HATE THAT.

ig im kinda spoiled, i never really experienced hate like this from this fandom before. but now i know it happened BEFORE too, and that just pisses me off. it hurts coming from a group who says they love us. genuinely wacko (not the fun kind) behavior :[

i know this isn’t everyone’s experience, but it is mine, and enough others to make me wanna say this. and this is ofc me and @lucy-j-carlyle 's brand of hate, not yours. but it does happen and the constant chant that IT DOESN'T IT DOESNT IT DOESN'T isn't helping anyone. and now I know.

idk what im even saying anymore lol, sorry for ranting. what i mean to say is, thank you, and i wish things were better. and i love you kind people. im happy it’s most of you.

#💙💙💙💙#if people hate on the person who asks me this !!! you will have to get thru me (i am 5’4)#okay but pls i’ll take the fall. genuinely #they did nothing wrong #im the one who answered in rant form #lockwood and co #literally idk what just happened sorry for the word vomit

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catzz-z · 1 year

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i NEED him

Ghost x male reader

Smut

Female aligned dni <3

Anyways hi guys thx for the likes on my other post I’ve been to embarrassed to actually re read it myself so it means a lot that you guys actually like the story I made I feel like the other one was to bleh so I’m trying to make this story longer and more slow burn ig idk if you have any advice or opinions that would be greatly appreciated anyways on with the story and I know it’s not November but just act like it is cause I just had this idea today c/n = code name

Me and soap were talking about nnn making jokes and what not, then soap had the idea to make a bet “whoever fails this month has to pay the other 50 bucks” “bold of you to assume I’d fail Soap Mactavish” “ We’ll see about that y/n”. ghost walks in and at this point me and soap are still joking around about the bet and saying who’s going to win or whatever. I’d describe ghost as a person who would immediately shut down me and soaps stupid talk but it seemed like today was different instead he asked us what we were talking about me and soap looked at each other and bursted out laughing.

Ghost looked at us confused to say the least “It’s nothing me and soap were just making a stupid bet” ghost sounded intrigued “what was the bet about?” Soap spoke up “ whoever fails this month at nnn has to pay the other 50 dollars but obviously I’ll be the winner” I hit soap on his arm “yeah right loser I’ll be the one to win” me and soap shared a laugh and the bet was set into motion.

Week 1

While me and soap were sitting down on the couch watching some bad rom-com movie ghost walked into the room he said something about going out for the day I didn’t pay attention to him because unfortunately even if the movie was terrible it had me hooked but for some odd reason I felt eyes burning into the back of my head but whatever must’ve been my imagination. Soap spoke up “ Ghost was staring you down like no tomorrow what did you do to him” “me?! I didn’t do anything what did you do to him?” “ yeah whatever you say y/n”

Week 2

Jesus. This was going to be harder than I first thought I never realized how many things that ghost did that got me worked up his stupid jokes how he looks at me with his eyes his voice sounding angelic and made just for me but there was no way I’d lose a bet I’m not about to lose 50 dollars just because I can’t restrain myself I’ll just try to distract myself. I felt Someone tap on my shoulder I whipped around only to be face to face with ghost “what are you doing here c/n?” “Jesus you scared me- uh nothing I was just scouting out the area” ghost looked at me skeptical “ ok just get back to your original post and don’t leave without alerting someone it could’ve been dangerous” “don’t worry about litte ol me ghost you know I can handle myself” ghost stayed silent and walked away I just pray he didn’t hear me silently screaming after he left the grip he has on me dear lord I start heading back to my original post oh well I think to myself just need to push through.

Week 3

Holy I feel like my whole body is on fire. Today is an off day so everyone does there own individual thing but today was just not my day soap suggested we all played spin the bottle at first I thought sure why not I’m bored so maybe this will pass the time but now here I am stuck in a closet with ghost for the next 7 minutes I just thank whatever god was watching me because I knew I looked like a tomato right about now. I could feel his body pressing up against mine and I swear I was getting hotter by the second and I guess it showed because ghost spoke up “Jesus love you’re burning up the room calm down will you?” Oh.my.god I think to myself did he just say what I think he said I feel like I’m about to die “y-yeah sorry about that” “loosen up a litte won’t you?” I felt him tilt my chin up and lean in closer for a kiss “oh my ghosh” I thought to myself “is this really happening?” But finally I felt our lips connect and it felt amazing his rough hands pulling me closer and grabbing my waist his lips felt surprisingly soft for a guy who seems so rough I could smell his cologne and when he bit my bottom lip for entrance I couldn’t resist we started exploring each other mouths trying to fight over who’d be the dominant one but unfortunately for me he won I slowly moaned into the kiss and felt him smirk against my lips when we parted I felt like I was drunk off of him I needed him but I can’t loose that bet but dear lord he started going in for a kiss again but this time going lower and giving me hickies anywhere he could give me I felt his lust radiating off of him I couldn’t take it anymore I needed him whatever I can loose some stupid bet I just need him he started to unbuckle my pants when we heard the door opening I quickly fixed my self up and ghost scowled and whispered “ next time love” when soap opened up the door he let out a howl of laughter “ Look at you two huh? Your face is a little red there y/n” “Eat a dick soap” I decided that, that was enough spin the bottle for me so I went back into my room not realizing that ghost was staring me down with nothing but lust and love behind his eyes.

Week 4

After the fiasco of spin the bottle I couldn’t look ghost in the eye I felt so embarrassed every-time he looked at me but oh my he’s so hot whatever I just need to focus on the task at hand which was scouting out the area with soap I stepped in the room first signaling that it was safe for soap to come in afterwards he spoke to me “ so what was all that back at spin the bottle” I froze “none of your business soap shut up” he chuckled “oh? Are you sure about that because to me it seems like you’re getting a litte to worked up over it” I sighed “whatever soap just shut up” “whatever you say y/n just remember who’s going to be gaining 50 dollars on December 1st” “yeah as if you’d win soap now be quiet I hear someone”. After the mission I plopped myself down on the couch and just started thinking about the whole spin the bottle situation I mean I don’t know did ghost even mean it? Maybe he did I mean I’m pretty sure he meant it. I mean if he didn’t then why would he have told me next time love remembering his voice gave me butterflies in my stomach the things he could do to me with just his voice he’s just so hot. I heard someone walk in it was ghost “ You look like a mess.” I sighed “I was just about to leave ” god it was so awkward maybe he didn’t mean to kiss me whatever I’m just going to leave. Before I was even able to get up from the couch ghost pinned me down “Where do you think you’re going?” My breath hitched I couldn’t speak “come on now love don’t you want to continue what we started?” He started to unbuckle my pants and take off my shirt “look at how beautiful you look under me” I looked away embarrassed “oh come on now love don’t look away” he started to take off his clothing and lower himself onto me he propped me up so I was straddling his thighs I felt his bulge push against mine and i tried shifting to get some type of pleasure but his hands came down to hold my waist he chuckled “Eager now are we?” He flipped me over so I was on my back he slowly reached down to take of my boxers my cock sprung up already leaking with pre-cum “have you ever done this before?” I shook my head no “use your words darling” my breath stopped at the new nickname “ n-no I haven’t” slight whimpers falling from my mouth he chuckled darkly “ well just keep on making those noises for me love” he spat on his finger about to push in when we heard someone coming I shot up and scrambled to get my clothes on before throwing ghost clothes at his face “Sorry ghost maybe next time” and i ran off into the bathroom to fix myself up when I got out of the bathroom ghost was on the couch with soap talking about whatever I decided that I needed some fresh air so I stepped out once I went back inside it was only soap on the couch now I asked him where ghost went but he said he kind of just got up and left oh well I thought and sat down with soap.

Week 5

Finally my last week after this week I would just need two more days so that this challenge can be done soap hasn’t given up yet but neither have I. Today was supposed to be somewhat normal it was just me and ghost at the base but hey whatever right? Wrong whenever I tried to mind my own business I felt him staring me down from across the room I swear I felt chills on my neck so I decided that enough was enough and went up to him “hey I was planning to try and cook with whatever we have around here if you’d like you can eat with me” this was so awkward I think to myself “ yeah sure I’ll eat with you” well hey that went easier than expected now it’s just time to make some food. (Make whatever food you want) after preparing my meal and letting it cook off for a litte i called out to ghost “ hey.. uh I finished cooking if you want any” I set the table for me and me only I truly wasn’t really expecting him to show up to eat even if we were in the same area but to my surprise he actually came so I took up another play and served him. While we were eating no one dared to say anything until he finally broke the ice “Y/n we need to talk” my breathing started slow increasing “About what?” “About what’s been happening between us” “oh.. that yeah man don’t worry about it I won’t tell anyone” he looked like he was about to say something but stopped I felt like I could cut the tension with a knife. But Jesus I couldn’t stop sneaking looks at him he’s just so beautiful I love how muscular his arms feel not that I’m not fit myself but he makes me feel so safe ever since the spin the bottle incident I can’t look at him the same I mean not like I ever did just see him as a friend but still his beautiful eyes looking into mine how I feel like I get intoxicated off of him. His soft and rough arms grabbing me and pulling me closer to hold and kiss Jesus the things I would do for him. I didn’t realize I had been staring at him for like a minute now until he called my name “hey y/n you look kind of dazed there you alright?” “Oh yeah sorry I’m fine I’ll clean up don’t worry I just need to use the bathroom.” I quickly ran to the bathroom fuck I thought to myself I can’t do it anymore the way he’s been looking at me and how we’ve been so close but yet so far I can’t do it I don’t care if I lose some stupid bet I can’t handle it anymore I unbuckled my pants and pulled down my boxers.

Change of POV

Fuck. Ghost thought to himself he couldn’t even get his feelings out to y/n he felt stupid he started to clean up after himself until he heard a gasp in the bathroom he went down the hall to check up on y/n

Back to original POV

I can’t even think right now he’s so beautiful and perfect I can’t do it my body gets so hot and worked up whenever I think of him I can’t do it I heard the door open and and looked up to only find ghost staring at me. Hiccups falling out of my mouth I need him “ p-please help me” he quickly came in and shut the door he quickly grabbed my hands “ No. I’ve been waiting for this all day love just thinking about you being underneath me moaning and cumming just for me” I quickly nodded tears still falling from my eyes I need him now I can’t take it anymore he picked me up and carried me to his room he set me down on his bed and started to undress I felt his eyes on me and looked away “come on now darling you look so beautiful underneath me waiting patiently” I can’t look at him I’m too embarrassed my head still tucked away into my arm he started to kiss and nip at my neck until he hit a certain spot I let out an embarrassing loud moan he started to abuse that spot on my neck until it turned purple I was out of breath by the time he was done “ what’s the matter love? Getting all worked up over a litte kiss?” He looked down and noticed my cock dripping with pre-cum he started to wrap his fingers around my cock slowly jerking me off “please go faster” he chuckled at started to go faster I moaned and arched my back my eyes rolling into the back of my head but before I could arrive he suddenly stopped I whined “I want you to cum when I’m inside you” I let out a whine “please just please I need you please” when I spoke that seems to set off a switch in ghosts head “repeat yourself for me?” I looked away embarrassed “come on now love why don’t you tell me how desperate you are for me huh?” I tried to grind onto his hips but he grabbed my waist to keep me still “repeat what you said go on I want to hear you say it” he was looking at me I can feel it “please I need you Simon” he chuckled darkly “whatever you say darling” he pushed me onto my back and aligned himself with my hole “this may sting a little but you’ll get used to it” he pushed himself in he was right it hurt a little but I got used to it he slowly started thrusting into me trying to find my g-spot I couldn’t even pay attention to what he was saying at this point my brain had turned to mush he was so beautiful. He suddenly hit a certain spot that made me arch my back he laughed “found it” I couldn’t process what was happening I just felt good “mmh more please right there” he continued to thrust into me hitting that certain spot over and over again I started to bite at his neck “Please please please” I didn’t even know what I was begging for at this point but he seemed to know what I was begging for he took one of his hands off my waist and started to stroke me I arched my back and started to rut into his hand “Go on cum on me you’ve been so good for me” I couldn’t take it anymore his eyes staring into mine how his voice made me feel butterflies in my stomach I couldn’t take it tears started rolling down my eyes he was making me feel so good he chuckled “cum for me darling” that was what pushed me over the edge it felt like my vision was going white it felt blissful I continued to rut into his hand until I rode out my high but he wasn’t done he continued thrusting into me losing his pace and grunting “ you look so beautiful for me right now my beautiful boy” he buried his hips into me and came he sloppily thrusted in and out riding out his high before finally pulling out “you did so good for me love” I was slowly falling asleep and finally closed my eyes when I woke up I was in ghost room I groggily got up trying to remember what happened last night ghost walked in “your awake I made some food I’ll be back” I went I to the kitchen in one of ghost sweat shirts and sweatpants only to find ghost chuckling at me “Shut it soap I’ll pay you just lay off” while I walked back to ghost room I could hear soap laughing his ass off whatever I thought to myself it’s just some stupid bet.

The end

Hi this has been marinating in my drafts for awhile lol but uh any advice on this or my other story are appreciated and again sorry I don’t really know ghost character I just think he’s hot but I hope you guys enjoyed and see you when I decide to post again

#ghost x male reader #simon riley x male reader #i’d do anything for him #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x you #male reader #x male reader

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spideyharrington · 2 years

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Leave Me Alone

summary: steve and you never got along in high school, seeing as he was a popular jock and you were a not-so-popular ‘nerd’, whom he targeted, with approximately one friend. but now you’re stuck with each other while you help the kids with this vecna shit and steve is forced to face to face with the man he used to be. if you can even call ‘King Steve’ a man.

warnings: cursing, mentions of past bullying, kinda violence but nothing like vivid, brief mention of death, arguing, yelling, past homophobia, angst, enemies to lovers ig?

A/N: i’m so sorry i still have a handful of requests to get to for other characters, but i have awful steve brainrot rn and i need to let some of it out 💀 also i’m sorry because this took an Entirely different route than i thought it was going to and idk how much i like where it went… erm i’ll try to write the one i was originally going to write soon 😭 maybe tmrw even. also i finished this at 6:30am so again i’m so sorry if this is absolute dog shit sjdjdjd

word count: 3.4k (not this being my longest one)

You started helping this group of kids try to figure out how to defeat some monster names vecna from some sort of alternate dimension, you really didn’t understand, you just kinda went with it, ever since robin very vaguely filled you in and asked for your help. You really had no idea what you agreed to, you just knew that Robin was your best friend and you could never say no to her. Ok, well maybe you would’ve said no if you knew Steve Harrington knew about this and was also helping these kids… God, you really couldn’t stand him. You didn’t hate many people. You hated the word hate in fact. But boy did you hate Steve Harrington. And that’s what made the surprise ride from Steve to get to Dustin’s house feel like it took a year.

“Are you even listening to me?” Steve threw one hand in the air and turned to look at you for a moment before turning his focus back to the road.

Shit. You really didn’t mean to drown him out, but you started spacing out due to the anxiety of being in a car alone with this asshole.

“Sorry… I spaced out for a bit.” You always apologized when people noticed you spacing out upon instinct. You waited for him to get angry at you. But it… Didn’t happen?

Instead, he looked at you with a softer expression in his eyes and asked, “you alright?”

To say this threw you off was a mad understatement, “uh… Yeah.”

His gaze stayed on the road this time, “you don’t sound too sure about that. You didn’t… hear a clock or anything did you?”

Oh. That’s why he didn’t get mad. That’s why he asked if you were ok. You immediately felt guilty for possibly making him think he was going to witness someone die in his car. You may not like the guy, but you still didn’t feel great about the possibility of making him anxious. You’re sure he’s already on edge.

Yet you still replied with a relatively bitchy tone, “no Steve, I didn’t hear a clock. I’m anxious and when i get anxious I tend to space out. It’s inconvenient. I’m fully aware. You don’t have to tell me.”

“Woah I wasn’t…” Steve was taken aback by your tone directed at him for being concerned, yet he still tried to be nice, “I get it. It’s fine, I get spacey sometimes too. I just usually try not to, or at least try to pretend I’m not.” Oh boy. That really wasn’t the right answer he was looking for.

“Are you serious right now? Do you think I can just be like ‘oh, right Steve Harrington is talking. I can’t stare off into space right now and think about the soon to be apocalypse that I suddenly have to deal with. What he’s saying is far more important!’ That’s not how anxiety works asshole.” You never get snippy with people. Usually you’re too anxious and shy to. But your blood boils so easily around him.

Steve fell silent. He knew anything else he said could just be used against him. God, why cant he just be able to say what he means without totally screwing up his wording.

You couldn’t stand the silence, so you looked through the cassettes he kept in his car. You really didn’t feel like listening to Corey Hart, The English Beat, or A Flock Of Seagulls, so you opted for the one cassette you always carried with you in your bag. You knew you could always rely on Power Corruption & Lies by New Order. So you popped it in as Steve looked at you with pure curiosity and slight confusion. As soon as the album started, you closed your eyes and listened to Age of Consent. Almost immediately calming down.

Steve couldn’t help but constantly look over at you. Your definitely looked cuter relaxed. And he couldn’t help but smile at the slight tapping of your finger to the beat of the song. His own finger subconsciously starting to tap on his steering wheel.

After only one more song, you finally arrived at Dustin’s. You basically ran in to see Robin, but not excitedly like you usually were. No, she was about to get an earful from you for not telling you about Steve.

You walked in, waved to the kids, grabbed Robin and went straight to the farthest room in the house. But not without Steve noticing and furrowing his brows. What is her deal?

“Why didn’t you tell me about Steve, Robin?! You know what I went through in high school. You know what that douchebag did to me!”

“Ok ok ok I know this seems bad but y/n-“

“No! Don’t ‘but y/n’ me! You just made me sit in a car with him for half an hour and I didn’t even get a slight warning?! I would’ve rather ridden by bike here and take an hour than sit in a car alone with someone who went by ‘King Steve’ and harassed random kids for two years.” You used air quotes when mentioning his high school name.

Robin was getting nervous now. She’s never seen you this worked up, “I’m so sorry but it was the only way to get you here without you wasting your energy and I knew you wouldn’t do it if I told you and I’m sorry for not warning you but we need you to help us and unfortunately we need that dingus too. And I know high school was absolute hell for you, and I know he definitely didn’t help, but he’s a different person now. Trust me. You know how much I hated him. But now all he does is sort dvds when he’s bored at work, and hang out around these kids and help them fight monsters.”

You shook your head and left the room, returning to the group. You looked at Steve as you entered the room and he shot you a confused look and mouthed “everything alright?”

You rolled your eyes and turned your attention to Dustin, who was going over some sort of plan to get back into the upside down to investigate further.

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Once the plan was finished, Steve was taking Robin home and offered you a ride as well.

“No, I’m ok. I’ll just borrow someone’s bike or something.”

“y/n it’ll take you like an hour to bike home. Just let him take you.” Robin tried convincing you softly.

When you kept declining, Steve got tired of your stubbornness and snapped a bit. Going a different route than Robin, “It’s not safe to be out at night around here. I’m taking you home so just get in the goddamn car already!” He slapped his hand into the roof of his car as he shook his head and started to get in.

You looked at robin, confused and too scared to say no again. She shrugged and got into the backseat, knowing she’d get dropped off first and it would be silly to get shot-gun.

The car ride to Robin’s was mostly silent as you just listened to a few more New Order songs. She got out of the car and whispered to you to play nice, before she waved and smiled at Steve and went inside.

“So…” Steve paused the cassette before the last song could come on as he pulled out of Robin’s driveway.

“Steve we can just drive in silence. I literally don’t mind. You don’t have to try to pretend like you wanna talk to me.” You laugh dryly.

“What gives you the impression i don’t want to talk to you?” He glances at you.

You scoff, “really Steve? Just cut the bullshit already.” You sounded so much more harsh than you even knew you were capable of.

“What bullshit? Why do you hate me so much? And why do you assume I hate you too?” He sounded more confused and slightly hurt than annoyed. Which somehow annoyed you further.

“Do you just forget the awful shit you did to people in high school?”

“I do tend to block out certain things in order for me to be able sleep at night.”

“Oh, what a relief! Steve Harrington gets to sleep at night because he clears his mind of all the terrible things he’s said and done! Who cares about the victims of his bullying when we know he still gets a good nights rest every night!” You faked enthusiasm.

Steve gripped his steering wheel and started to speed accidentally. Usually he was a good driver, even under stress or intense emotions, but people bringing up his past self was something that really got to him. In several ways.

“Ok I’m fully aware I don’t work what i mean right. But I also know you’re a fairly smart individual and you know what I mean. But this entire day you’ve been twisting my words to make me seem like the worst fucking human in the the world. I know I was a dick in high school! Trust me it still haunts me! And before you can make some snarky comeback about how the people I affected are more than likely haunted as well, I need you to realize that ‘King Steve’,” he put in air quotes, “and Family Video Steve are two completely different people.”

“People don’t change Steve.” He can feel you staring into the side of his head.

“They can. And if you don’t believe me, why can’t you just believe Robin?” He sounded less angry and more hurt again.

You tried to turn the tape back on, too tired to be arguing with him. But he blocked your hand from pressing play.

“Can you stop picking fights and then trying to just avoid the argument you caused?!” There was the anger again.

“Look, I just wanna go home. I don’t wanna keep arguing with someone who used to call me homophobic slurs.” You slouched down in your seat. Trying not to cry at the memories of being bullied for liking girls.

Steve looked at you with a look on his face that looked like he just ran over a kids new bike and had to tell them the crushing news, “y/n…”

“I don’t wanna talk about it Steve.” The tears started to come out slightly and you sat in complete silence for the last few minutes, which felt like hours. As soon as he pulled up to your house, you got out and slammed the door shut, officially starting to sob. Steve noticed. He wanted to run after you. But he knew it was probably the worst thing to do right now. So he backed out of the driveway and headed home. He mindlessly started the music back up and quickly realized it was still New Order. You never got to finish the album because he paused it. He let it play as he drove.

On a thousand islands in the sea, I see a thousand people just like me

He recognized this one. He remembered hearing you listening to it sophomore year in class. You sat in front of him and always blasted music so no one would talk to you. He can see it in his head now.

From my head to my toes, from the words in the book. I see a vision that would bring me luck. From my head to my toes, to my teeth, through my nose. You get these words wrong. You get these words wrong. Every time. You get these words wrong. I just smile.

He drove, listening to the song and thinking about how much he liked you in high school. Thinking about when he found out you liked a girl. Thinking about when you bumped into him in the hallway and he told you to watch it and angrily called you a word he can’t believe he ever even thought about saying. He knows he said it because he was upset you liked someone else and he was a selfish, egotistical asshole. He even knew you were bisexual, so using it made that much less sense. Goddamnit why was he such a piece of shit then? Is he still such a piece of shit? His thoughts completely consumed him as he drove. He went on autopilot.

For these last few days, leave me alone. But for these last few days, leave me alone. leave me alone, leave me alone.

Steve ended up driving to Robin’s subconsciously. He explained everything as he shook anxiously. This is why he tried to forget what King Steve did in high school. He couldn’t handle the guilt of it all.

“Steve, look at me. What you did was fucking awful. But this was three years ago. You’ve been through so much shit since then. You’ve gotten away from the assholes who clouded your judgment. You met those extremely smart and kind kids who you’ve essentially adopted at this point, and you met me. Your lesbian best friend. I’m pretty sure that alone shows how different you are. You are not King Steve, ok? And I’ll try to talk to y/n. I’m sure she’s still mad at me too, but I think she thinks I knew that happened, which I most certainly did not for the record.”

“You don’t have to, Robin. This is my mess. I caused it. I need to make it right somehow.”

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Steve had to pick you up the next afternoon to meet back up with the rest of the gang. Steve was anxious as hell. You, on the other hand, had no idea he was picking you up. Which is why you were extremely confused to hear New Order blasting from outside. And so much more confused when you opened your window to see that it was coming from Steve’s car…

You ran outside, “what the fuck are you doing?!”

So that wasn’t off to a great start.

“Please get in…”

You crossed your arms and stared at him. He looked at you with the most sincere look he could. You sighed, getting into his car.

“Why did you make such an entrance?” You asked referring to him blasting New Order outside from his car in order to get your attention instead of just knocking like a normal person.

“I thought it was a nicer gesture than just knocking like a boring person.” He tried to crack as joke. He didn’t miss the faint smile that started to appear before you bit your cheek.

“After I dropped you off last night, I played this song as I left and I remembered you listening to it in english class. You sat in front of me. Always blasting music so people wouldn’t approach you. Not because you were rude and didn’t like people, but because you were too anxious to talk to most of them. Except me. You used to talk to me. Not often, but occasionally you’d ask for a pen or a piece of paper or even my notes. Which was a dumb idea, you really should’ve known I did not pay attention in that class.” He chuckled quietly before continuing, “and I completely threw away that little bit of trust you had in me because I was jealous. I said an awful thing that I will never be able to take back because I had such a big ego and i got my feelings slightly hurt when I heard you liked someone who wasn’t me. It’s the shittiest excuse ever and I’m in no way trying to make up a reason for you to forgive me. There’s no good excuse in this universe for what I did to you. And I wouldn’t blame you for not forgiving me. I couldn’t blame you if you didn’t forgive me. Even if I wanted to. But I had to try… I had to try to make up for what I did then. Instead of avoiding it.”

You noticed his hands shaking a bit. You had no idea how to respond. You felt tears welling again. You were overwhelmed.

“If this is too much, you can go back in and I’ll tell the group you don’t feel well and that you can help us tomorrow. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you… again…” He bit his lip harshly and shook his head at himself, turning his head towards the windshield.

“No, I- I’m just trying to find the right words I think. I mean it is a lot. I’m overwhelmed I’m not gonna lie. But this is also something I needed. God, I was in love with you sophomore year Steve. That’s part of why it was so crushing when… That happened. Not only was it hurtful, but it was extremely hurtful coming from you. The one guy in Hawkins I thought might be different. Even though you were a popular jock. For fucks sake your name was King Steve… I really should’ve known better.” You laughed and he could hear your voice break.

He couldn’t just sit there and watch you cry again. He reached over and pulled you into a hug this time, “please don’t try to turn this in yourself somehow. Maybe you could see future me in past me. Maybe part of you knew I could be good, but I was too stubborn and pessimistic then to even entertain the thought.”

You hugged him back tightly and let your sob fully release.

“I’m so sorry I was so shitty. I’m so sorry I made you feel so bad for so many years. I’m so sorry for not ever telling you how much you meant to me and for essentially ignoring you for two years.”

You pulled away as your tears stopped, “It’s not alright, and I don’t forgive the person who said that to me then.“ Steve’s stomach dropped, but you continued, “but luckily you aren’t him. Luckily King Steve is dead and I’m now talking to Family Video Steve.” You quoted him and gave him a smile, which he returned.

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Over the next couple of months, you had defeated vecna and become extremely close with Steve.

He picked you up to take you to his house for some sort of surprise. He lead you to his room and told you not to look until he said it was ok.

“Ok. you can look.” He said as you heard Age of Consent start playing.

You looked up, confused. Butterflies flooded your stomach as you noticed the vinyl and the string lights set up in his room, “what’s all this for?”

“Well…” He started walking towards you, “The day I had to pick you up for the first time a couple months back, you didn’t like any of my tapes, which is very hurtful by the way. I have amazing taste in music, So you decided to pull out your own album. This album. And when you closed your eyes and tapped to the beat of this song, I was immediately reminded how madly in love with you I was. Even though I, uh, really fucked that up. But I figured maybe this was my second chance…”

He walked even closer to you and you spoke, “I don’t believe in second chances Harrington,” he froze, “this is your first chance. Remember, Family Video Steve?” You grinned.

“Oh you really gotta stop doing that, y/l/n. You’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days.” He laughed, “and stop calling me that.”

“What would you rather me call you? Nerd Steve? Demobat Killer Steve? Babysitter Steve? Mom St-“

“Alright, that’s enough outta you,” he closed the gap and quickly, yet softly kissed you. Now it was your turn to freeze for a moment before returning the kiss. This felt like a fever dream to both of you. You’ve both changed so much since sophomore year, but it was still so hard to fathom that you two were starting to become a thing.

Do you find this happens all the time? Crutual point one day becomes a crime. And I’m not the kind that likes to tell you just what I want to do. I’m not the kind that needs to tell you, oh

And the two of you kept switching between dancing and talking for the the entire rest of the album. Your favorite album which was quickly becoming Steve’s favorite album. Or maybe it had been his favorite album for some time now.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff #stranger things #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington oneshot

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I agree Jordan Marie and cate are the best most interesting characters if they're going to kill someone it should be Andre like you said he's useless and also unlikable as a person lmfao he ain't doing anything right. I love cate and I love villains so whatever way they go with her as long as it's believable I'm all for it. My thing with them killing more characters is because we're in the endgame now as in the boys probably has 2 more seasons to go and they're also going to start killing a lot of people like by the end I expect most of the main supes and at least half of the boys to be dead so as the gen v characters get pulled into that they're also going to start getting killed off but idc they better not touch Jordan and Marie I'm not kidding I already have hives thinking about stranger things maybe killing Steve in the last season I don't need this 😂😂😂😂

right EXACTLY jordan marie cate 🔛🔝

i genuinely didn’t expect them to pivot on cate’s character bc i really thought they’d stick with cate wanting to be good/wanting to be a hero, trying to earn her friends’ trust back, but i’m SOOO glad that they’re going the villain/anti-hero route. especially with marie and cate now on opposing sides and them basically being each other’s narrative foils, like i need them to go full on villain with cate like it’s just too good a set up for a really complex relationship between marie and cate.

*sighs* okay so my thing with andre is that he COULD’VE been a really interesting character. like, daddy issues, bisexual, doesn’t really care about being a superhero and lowkey in love with his best friend (the writers are cowards for not making the throuple happen) like there were so many ways his character could’ve been done, but then he ended up being a stereotypical nepo baby. it’s kinda like the writers put little to no effort in his character development and didn’t even try to make him likable 😭 he just constantly gets thrown around by the other characters, he slept with his best friend’s girlfriend, and he’s just kind of a dick in general. really the only thing i found really genuine and likable about andre was his love for luke, and to a certain extent, cate. but beyond that, he’s just not a very sympathetic character to me idk 😭

honestly, i’m not suuper attached to any of the boys characters, maybe it’s bc i always end up taking super long breaks between binge watching but if they decided to start killing off main characters, i think i’d be fine (except kimchie or starlight pls don’t touch them thx) but THEY BETTER NOT TOUCH MARIE OR JORDAN OR I’M STARTING A RIOT IN THE PRIME VIDEO BUILDING FR like you could even take cate from me just dont touch limoreau…

i’m gonna be honest, i kinda wish gen v was less tied into the boys and got to stand on its own more bc i really need homelander to stay FARRRRRR away from marie and jordan and cate. butcher too. but also bc i really liked the college setting but seeing as how we now know the entire college is a scam, it might completely move away from godolkin, which is a shame bc i loved the superhero college-sky high esque concept of it and i wish we had gotten MORE of it before we got into all the plot heavy stuff but…it is what it is ig 🤷🏼‍♀️

#again its early pls excuse my nonsense 😭#gen v #gen v rambles #marie moreau #jordan li #limoreau #gen v spoilers #gen v theories #cate dunlap #andre anderson

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lovewithoutresin · 2 months

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Here’s my take, if you don’t mind my sharing it. It’s not that I’m looking to strip TGW of its original meaning. It’s that when it came out, I was like, “okay. Another song where Taylor is entirely at fault.” That’s not to say it’s a bad song, but that the theme is everywhere - Afterglow, peace, TGW, even Anti-Hero if you think about it all depicted Joe as this perfect figure who had to put up with Taylor’s many problems. It bothered me then and it bothers me now. That’s not to say TGW isn’t telling the truth, but that I wonder if there’s more to the story. A war takes two people. And I do think “maybe it was her” is probably the only time in her discography pre-YLM that she’s ever been like “maybe you did something too” about Joe. The rest of the song is about how he wanted her to trust him, how he was broken and blue, looking at her with honor and truth, and how she nearly lost him because of her poison.

Idk, maybe it’s just because I was never particularly interested in Joe so I found it to be missing some part of the story from the beginning. And we won’t know anything for sure until TTPD. But I don’t think questioning its larger narrative, narrated by someone very much unreliable due to her bias against herself and toward him, especially after Joever, is necessarily rewriting it or an attempt to ruin it.

No this is fair. And I do get how it would be a bit difficult to swallow that Joe was never really considered the villain in any of these songs. Obviously it takes two for a relationship to have friction and she obviously rewrote things in her head to blame herself a lot.

I think my thing is that like. A lot of Taylor's writing abt that relationship has been about her struggle with paranoia. And for a LOT of people (I don't know if you posted abt TGW or anything recently but if so I promise my post wasn't an indirect just ftr) it seems like Joever negates this character trait of hers in some way, because oh! She was right! Something was wrong!

And maybe that is the case, and we won't know more until TTPD, but like... as someone w BPD (here's where the personal bias kicks in), Taylor's openness about her paranoia and flight risk tendencies has been one of the things I've connected to the most over the years. So I guess it's a bit off putting to see some of the suggestions that this is suddenly not something that's genuinely a flaw of hers that she grapples with, and that it was just her lying to herself all along, because it's sort of like... first off painting paranoia/jealousy issues that she portrayed herself as working on getting over as something to demonize, ig? That's a specific tone I've only seen in a couple of posts/other people's asks though, not a broad thing. But then it also feels like it negates the idea that she may have been honest about dealing with this in herself, and it feels like people are just too eager to jump on that train.

I do like what Jaime said sometime in the last 24 hours abt it being something she genuinely dealt with that was then weaponized against her, though. And I think it's possible a more nuanced take is in order where she does deal with this, but it was made to feel like this horrible aspect of her instead of a problem they could face together, or he used it against her to paint her as overreacting when she DID see problems for what they were, or... any number of things, honestly. We can't know for sure yet! I'm just not so quick to jump on the train that she's never been afraid and wrong before, which is the tone I do see a lot of.

#also kathryn i will NEVER mind you sharing your take ilysm #you are welcome any time #rambles #answered asks #amfinallyclean

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girlreblogger · 10 months

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honestly i don’t understand how ppl get mad because others don’t wanna read no traumatic, struggle love, lowkey violent, cheating, smut galore toxic shit. the amount of thug, plug/drugdealer, bum!, straight up scary, PRISONER (which is crazy yall romanticizing mfs getting outta/being in jail??) black reader fics (from all kinds of fandoms btw) is actually concerning.. like frfr let’s be honest with ourselves cause the things i’ve seen on here has truly been interesting. (thanks to the ppl who’ll put warning tags tho ig) and ofc ima eat up some of them fics cause they be good sometimes but also that’s all i be seeing. i truly wanna read sumn cute and sweet that don’t leave a bad taste in my mouth like i don’t wanna read the fic and then be pissed off after. obvi we all can just scroll and not read what we don’t want which (if you harassing ppl for what they write it’s never that deep… be fucking fr. write something in your notes to fulfill you or sumn until you find something. don’t use that as a reason to spread negativity) and ik a lot of ppl get at blk writers abt how yn talk which (???) idc cause i talk the same so we’re not talking abt that. also i gotta say sometimes the drug dealer fics be treating yn like a princess (which 🫶🏽) but that’s every now and then when it’s not toxic or drugs, extremely excessive smut and cheating isn’t involved. ofc ofc write what you want but pls bffr and don’t act like them characters don’t be putting yn through some bullshit. yeah tension and stuff is cute cause yk you don’t want it to be boringg but toxicity and attractive tension isn’t the same. there’s sooo many ways of going abt getting that tension. and so many other blk girls say the same and it’s just can we get something positive please. and that legit can just be maybe possibly no aggressive smut.. or a annoying situationship, or all the other lowkey scary shit i be seeing. it’s disheartening to wanna read something abt blk girls and your fav that’ll have your feet kicking up and stuff and then getting pissed off cause your fav character just manipyadipped and cheated on yn or sumn. i’ll keep writing self indulgent fluff in my notes app tho until then. (and if you want to read something positive write something for yourself then too if youn wanna post it or be a writer but PLEASE reblog ppls stuff when you not at least) and not to mentionnnnnn all the fluff on here that is for black readers we barelyy find like you can type “x black reader fluff” and barely any will pop up honestly. which some ppl don’t want certain ppl interacting with their stuff and some ppl don’t gaf abt fluff at all so that writer gets no interactions (or half as much of what they would get on something with smut or etc) and it discourages them from writing it more and it’s also harder for ppl to find what they did write. so even if you don’t care for it at least reblog or sumn pleasee to support the writers. i really appreciate all the blk writers or their works that don’t get enough attention. that’s why i post fluff or just more positive fics for the blk girls who are tryna find them. i’ll def make a list of writers that i like as well. if you want sweet rainbow glitter blk reader fics you gotta do sumn in return too dont just read and do a lil scroll nawl you can make a lil side blog and reblog stuff. mfs have lives tho ian reblogging every sec in general tho i feel like blk writers don’t get enough attention and exposure sometimes but that’s… another thing .. anyway dont stop writing what you want but idk dont act funny or be rude when someone don’t want to consume the same shit as you alllllll the time. i just felt like saying this cause i legit can’t go on here no more and find something that’s not toxic. when i heard ppl saying this i thought they was just talking to talk but nawll. anyways i wanted to say that bye.

#black reader #x black fem reader #black fanfiction #x black reader #black writers #anime x black!reader #i sound like i have an attitude but i promise i don’t #i say which a lot but wtv #if you don’t agree or gaf scroll tho

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c3lsthe · 7 months

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Is MK the Connected Arms Gibbon?

spoiler warning for season 4 and the season 4 special ig

So I watched a few videos on JTTW, and it mentioned the four celestial primates. Y’know, there’s Wukong and Macaque of course, but then it mentioned two others I wasn’t aware of. The Red-Buttocked Horse Monkey and the Connected Arms Gibbon.

From JTTW, it says the Red Horse Monkey ‘Has knowledge of yin and yang, Understands human affairs, Is adept in its daily life And able to avoid death and lengthen its life.’ It was interesting to see another primate compared to Wukong and Macaque, but the next one caught my attention.

The Connected Arms Gibbon ‘Seize the sun and the moon, Shorten a thousand mountains, Distinguish the auspicious from the inauspicious, And manipulate planets and stars.’

I kind of saw a correlation between the Connected Arms Gibbon and MK, which spurred me to half assed reasoning and this post.

First off, in the Chinese version of LMK, MK is often referred to as Qi Xiaotian, loosely translated into little Heaven, or little sky (I might be wrong, idk) but this could be reference to him manipulating the sky as he’s supposed to. As of now, we still don’t know MK’s origin, like who his birth mother or father is, but we can speculate who might in the very least be related to MK’s past.

I don’t disagree that Wukong isnt related, though I think it’s because of that correlation they have due to both of them being celestial primates.

in JTTW itself, both of the other primates were actually Wukong’s advisors, but lmk isn’t a direct translation of JTTW. It’s an adaptation, and things change. I’ve just been ranting? So I’m gonna at least kinda make rough similarities. For starters, the recognizing inauspicious and auspicious is probably not viewing success, but rather of who’s good for MK’s journey and who isn’t. Lmk is a show about MK’s growth as a character, and I see the whole thing as him seeing who he can trust and learn from, and who he can’t be around. Also if we are considering him actually being the Connected Arms Gibbon, then he isn’t in touch with the celestial part of himself, so therefore isn’t good at seeing the auspicious and inauspicious from one another.

third, it says that the Connected Arms Gibbon can seize the sun and the moon, which in lmk’s context be talking about Wukong and Macaque? Many times in the show, they are referenced as the hero and the warrior. The sun and the moon, blah blah blah. If it does talk about MK and the relation with his mentors, what could this mean? Maybe he defeats them and goes out of control? He seizes them in battle? Maybe it’s the opposite, and he makes them a better version of themselves? Seize the sun and moon into a happy life, each one around MK’s thumb.

lastly the shortening of mountains. We already saw the insane power MK had while fighting Azure Lion. Though in lmk (it’s theorized!!) that it’s a matter of whether or not MK is able to control/harness it. Maybe this is the determining factor of the previous claim, it’ll be the journey of seeing MK seizing the sun and the moon.

so in conclusion (lmao) MK could possibly be the Connected Arms Gibbon. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid theory #lmk mk #half of this is me grasping at straws #do enjoy my ‘evidence’#it’s more speculation than anything but oh well

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armando-triplepapito · 6 months

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Camila being close to Marcela is so random, like how does it get to the point where your daughter is besties with her dad's former fiancé especially considering how things went down? 💀 And if she actually prefers Marcela over Betty that will be insane, I hope they don't go for that route. This is just lazy on the writer's part, why not have her be close to Armando's long lost sister? They could have introduced that character. Marcela for sure changed, at least I hope she did and healed and even married someone else tho I haven't heard anything about that.

It looks like Patricia and Nicolás definitely got together. And she is either pregnant or was at some point because people zoomed in on a portion of the script Lorna was holding on a IG story she shared and it said something about a pregnancy. Not sure how I feel about it. On the one hand, Gaitán must have had a good reason to avoid getting them together. I mean Patricia hardly changed her ways during the original run, but I've also heard that during the failed sequel, Ecomoda, the original plan was to bring Marcela and Patricia back at some point, but I don't know how accurate this is.

So far, I agree with you that this looks like a cash grab. It seems to me that AMO and JEA had wanted to do something together for years, but it didn't materialize until Betty was back on the table. This is why I hope that at least their chemistry is on point so at least this will be its saving grace, a couple of love scenes won't either, just putting it out there 🤭 But it there's tension between them since the beginning, and then Armando's memory loss plot is introduced, and we spend the rest of the episodes seeing Betty trying to make him fall in love with her again, probably there won't be as many romantic moments that truly reflect how their relationship has fared over time. Oh well, I'm not trying to get my hopes up, but I'm sure I will still be disappointed 😂 don't want to spread any negativity tho, you are such a sweetheart and don't want to spoil this for you if you are excited. Thank you for reading, have a good day 🌷

It’s so random!! I don’t even know how B&A even let that happen!! If I were Betty I would never let my child near Marcela! Yea maybe Marcela has matured and changed her ways but I would still be wary. Afterall you never know what an ex might do or say to your child just to get revenge on you. If I were Marcela I’d definitely tell Camila that her mom is a home-wrecker (even tho that’s not true) just to cause drama😗. They better not go with that route. If Camila ever chooses Marcela over Betty imma riot! If anything I would love to see Camila close with Armando’s sister afterall she was technically named after her! But I have low expectations from the writers😑

It’s been confirmed by Natalia Ramirez that Marcela is divorced. Tbh I kinda find this sad. I was hoping she found her Prince Charming especially after what she went through with Armando. Who knows tho, maybe a side plot of the sequel is Marcela falling in love! That would be lovely ❤️

One of my fav ships in ysblf is Patricia x Nicolás. So I’m kinda happy that they end up together! Tho I doubt she’ll be pregnant during the sequel cause isn’t Patricia in her mid 50s? Isn’t that too late to be pregnant? Maybe she was pregnant and has a kid! That would be exciting! Imagine Patricia with a kid? That’s a sight to see😂. Someone mentioned that Patricia would’ve been a bad mother but idk motherhood can change a person so maybe she changed for the better? It would be interesting if Patricia got pregnant by a rando and Nicolas stepped in and took care of them just like he said he would during ysblf. Tho I understand why they weren’t meant to be during ysblf. They were both fakes so obviously their relationship went no where but things would’ve been different if they restarted their relationship after ysblf afterall they would’ve known each other better.

Ooh my I wonder why they wanted to work together again ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

I’m so happy they’ve returned together! If there’s one thing that can save the sequel it would definitely be the chemistry between AMO and JEA. I hope we see something spicy in their office🤭 afterall we were robbed from one😭 I think what the writers are going for is for “new love” again. I for one would’ve also love to see how their love fared over time. One thing I’ve hated is how Armando couldn’t read Betty well in ysblf like the day she read the letter. I would’ve loved to see him understand how Betty feels and be able to communicate with her just by watching her. That’s something someone like Armando can only achieve over the years and if he gets amnesia then we’re gonna be robbed of this😭 Once he gets amnesia he’s going revert back to the person who can’t even read the room again. Tbh I’m scared to see asshole Armando again. I’m serious he better not even sniff another women or imma riot! I just hope the writers aren’t complete idiots.

Don’t worry I don’t think you’re spreading negativity or anything! One thing about me is that I love spoilers! You can tell me all the spoilers you want and I’ll eat them up. I like knowing everything before and while I’m watching a series. May be weird but it is what it is😂 hehe thanks for messaging me! I had fun! Have a great day🥰❤️

#ysblf #betty la fea #yo soy betty la fea #armando mendoza #beatriz pinzón solano

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