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chrissfawn · 3 days

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— WHEELS ON

THE BUS . 𓂃 ㅤ۫ ㅤ⊹

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︴﹒ warnings ; smut (obvii), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up buddy), pet names (baby and angel), highschool au (characters are 18+), first person pov, y/n is used like once, degradation if you squint, lowercase intended, public sex, and praise

︴﹒ summary ; theres a field trip and theres not that much space on the bus so reader sits on chris’ lap and it leads to smth (i HATE doing summarys)

︴﹒ paring ; switch!chris x switch!reader

︴﹒ haven’s notes ; IM BACK!! sorry for not writing in a while i have been busy w school 😞😞 also are u guys interested for a part 2 for make it up?? i might scrap it but idkk 🙁 also this was based on a request

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ˋ☆ — i was waiting in line to get onto the bus for the end of year senior field trip. as sad i was for this to be my last field trip ever, i was excited to go to disney to be my last one. i got on the bus, seeing how there wasn’t that much room.

my eyes darted towards an open seat in the back. with a small sigh of relief, i made my way to it. i sat next to chris that i was somewhat friends with. “hi.” i speak softly. “oh hey, you excited?” he asked me, flashing me a smile.

“yeah! i haven’t been to disney in a long time, how about you?” i reply with a small smile in return. “eh, sort of. im not that much of a disney person, i really like universal more.” the brunette boy told me. my eyebrows raised slightly. i hum softly in reply before my eyes looked around the bus. it was incredibly crowded and to make it worse, a teacher came up to us.

“is it alright if you can move so i can place this box there?” the blonde curly haired lady asked me while holding a box filled with lunchboxes. i bit the inside of my bottom lip. “oh? uhh i don’t know where else to sit.” i say, my fingers starting to fidget with the lace on the hem of my shirt. “you could sit on my lap.” chris suggested nonchalantly. my face turned to face his, “you sure?” i said with a slight tint of worry in my voice.

“yeah i dont mind.” he said. after we got the approval from the teacher, i crawled onto chris’ lap. my back pressed against his chest comfortably and i placed my draw string bag on top of all the lunchboxes. “let me know if ya’ get uncomfortable.” chris reminded me as he awkwardly placed his hands in my lap. i nod, blushing a little bit when he placed his hands on my lap.

the bus started moving after a little bit, and as time passed i was getting bored. i turned towards my bag and grabbed my headphones and my phone so i could listen to music. just as i put one of the airpods in, the bus drove on a speed bump, making me bounce a little bit on chris’ lap. i heard his breath hitch a little bit, making me ask him if he was okay. “‘m okay.” he said, his hands starting to play around with my thighs that were being barely covered from my jean skirt.

as i sort of expected, i felt chris get hard underneath me. he started to ramble to me about what i would be doing this summer, trying to get me to not notice his boner that was rubbing against me. “chris its not working.” i giggle quietly as i place my phone and airpods back into my bag. “whats not working?” he asks me quickly, his words laced with anxiety.

“i can feel your dick.” i laugh again, turning around a bit so i could see his face. chris let out a small defeated sigh, earning a small smile from me. “im sorry, its a instinct.” he said quietly with a little embarrassed smirk. i shook my head, “dont worry chris.” i say, rocking myself onto his hardon. i smiled a little bit as i felt his hands quickly grip onto my hips.

“y-y/n.” chris stuttered as he leaned his head back slightly. i whined out quietly, thankful that the bus was loud enough to cover it up. i kept grinding against him, getting wetter and wetter to the sounds that he was making into my ear. “fuck.” he whimpered, leaning his chin on my bare shoulder. my eyes fluttered shut slowly as i teased chris a little bit by slowing my pace until it came to a halt. “why did you stop?” he pouted.

i looked to the side where i thought there would be other students sitting but instead it was just other boxes. “good.” i whispered under my breath as i sat up a bit. i guess this was a hint for chris to unzip his pants. as he did so, he also pulled his boxers down to his upper thigh. i lowered my ass down while my fingers pulled my white lacey panties to the side.

i shuddered when i felt the burning sensation of him stretching me out as i sunk down his cock. his hands found my hips again and he gripped onto them, guiding me as i rode him. my hands rested on top of my thighs, gripping onto my jean skirt. “your taking me so well angel.” chris breathed into my ear, sending me shivers down my spine. “shitt.” i dragged out quietly as my mouth fell agape from pleasure. my hips swayed against his a bit quicker now, earning whines from him.

“shh, don’t want anyone to hear you baby.” i say, turning around to look at him slightly. he nodded slowly, making me go back to doing my thing. i smiled when i noticed how grabby chris was getting. his hands grabbed and touched anything he could. “can’t believe your riding me in the back of the bus like a slut.” the boy with brunette loose curls laughed dryly. i turn to face him again and looked at him with doe eyes.

“well you were the one who suggested for me to sit on your lap in the first place, sturniolo.” i state, my voice a little bit unbalanced since the head of his cock hitting my sweet spot perfectly. after i turned my head back, chris grabbed onto the back of my skirt. my back arched off of his chest as i just let him thrust up into me. “f-fuck im gon— ahh, im gonna cum.” i breath, biting my bottom lip to prevent myself from making any loud sounds.

“cum with me baby.” chris whined into my ear while wrapping his arms around my waist just so he can hold me still to thrust into me. i let my bottom lip bounce back and my mouth fall agape. soon enough, i came all over his cock. i threw my head back on his shoulder with his chin on my shoulder.

i then felt him fill me up with his seed, making me whine a little bit. the brunette kissed my temple softly before he spoke. “you okay?” he asked. i nodded, my hand reaching up to my hair and tucking a small strand behind my ear. “yeah, i have uhm.. tissues in my bag.” i say while reaching over to the pink bag and grabbed a few tissues from inside so we could clean up.

after we did so, i managed to squeeze between chris and the box filled with lunchboxes. i looked up at the blue-eyed boy and smiled. “we’re at disney.” he said. “happily ever after then.” i joked with a giggle.

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︴﹒ haven’s notes pt2 ; hope u guys liekd this :3 im gonna write more after this week i promise yalll

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peachypinkygloss · 1 year

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tae secretly fingering you in a hot tub with the other boys? hehe thank you 🐻

What a great idea... 👀 Hope you like it, and thank you for your request lovely 💜

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Your boyfriend is really kinky. He can never go against his sexual urges, even when you both are in a hot tub with his friends.

pairing: dom!taehyung x sub/fem!reader

genre: university au, established relationship, smut

word count: 3.6k

warnings: tae with a cap (lord save me), alcohol consumption, public sex, exhibitionism, size kink, mention of a potential threesome (listen; they are fucking kinky), slight degradation, fingering.

a.n.: i love bf tae 😊.

“Tae…” You smile as you feel your boyfriend’s plush lips tickling your neck with his kisses. One of his arms is around your waist while the other is holding your thigh, fingers dangerously close to your crotch.

He’s always merciless with you, turning you on whenever and wherever he feels like it. Exactly like right now, at the back of Yoongi’s car while he drives all of you to Hoseok’s house. Aera, Yoongi’s girlfriend and your best friend, is sitting in the passenger seat, playing music as her phone is connected to the speakers.

“Mmh.” Taehyung barely responds to you, kissing your neck relentlessly. You sigh pleasantly, even though the context makes you slightly uncomfortable. The couple at the front is surely aware of your ‘not so subtle’ making out and you doubt Yoongi would be happy to have his really expensive leather seats stained.

The exhibition scenery doesn’t bother Taehyung though, and you might suspect him to enjoy it more than it should. He’s really touchy in general, a hand or a pair of lips always on your body no matter where you both are.

You remember the time when he had no shame in diving his tongue into your mouth at the restaurant, taking you to the bathroom after dinner to literally jerk himself off over your kneeling body and cumming on your awaiting tongue. Not to mention that your group of friends was waiting for you all along outside.

This simple thought succeeds in sending a wave of heat between your legs, your pussy already wet from Taehyung sloppy kisses and bites on the meat of your neck. He looked so hot that night and even though your bare knees were aching from resting against the hard tiled floor, your eyes were glued to his hand stroking his long thick cock just above your face. What a beautiful sight.

“Stop doing that…” You manage to breathe out, your hand gripping on his strong thigh to keep you from falling in a daze. You don’t want him to stop and rather want him to bring his lips further down. He could wrap his filthy mouth around your puffy clit and you would absolutely adore it, but the other presences in the car mind you a little bit.

You turn your head to Taehyung, catching him darting his tongue out to moisturize his pillowy lips, looking into your eyes intensely. You almost combust at the sight of his handsome face, admiring his perfect features and the mole on his nose. He wears a backwards baseball cap, his fluffy brown bangs covering his forehead. You wish you could engraved this view in your mind forever, reminding yourself at each hour of the day how fucking hot Taehyung looks with a cap on. If you would ever forget, of course, because that’s something you can’t get out of your head.

“Why? Don’t you like my kisses, kitten?” His husky voice asks you, feeling his hot breath mixed with vodka fans across your heated cheeks. He knows you love them, that’s why he fakes a saddened expression, fingers kneading the meaty flesh of your thighs. You silently thank your past self for wearing a skirt tonight.

“I do, baby.” You assure him, your voice octaves lower than his. He smiles at your answer, dipping his head in the crook of your neck again, his slender fingers caressing your skin. Though, you push him back by the shoulder, a confused expression drawing on his features. He frowns and pouts, his dark eyes filled with lust, but still respecting your boundaries. “But we’re not alone…” His cute pout contrasts beautifully with his large, manly palm laying down on your naked thigh.

In another context, you would slap yourself for rejecting your godly handsome boyfriend. Now, you’re just embarrassed to do such unholy things in public. You won’t lie, the idea makes your clit throbs excitedly. Taehyung secretly sneaking his hand in your panties and playing with your pussy makes you hot and sweaty. You even imagine him pulling you into his lap and freeing his cock out of his briefs to slide it in your wet cunt, fucking you out in the wild, anticipating to be caught in the act of it.

You know your boyfriend is freaky, always so horny to the point of fucking you in empty classrooms at the university or forcing you to suck his dick in a dark alley-way after leaving the nightclub. You never got caught so far, only one time where the poor Jungkook forgot to knock on his roomate’s door, not knowing you were there. Taehyung’s was fucking your brains out, two fingers deep down into your mouth to keep you from screaming his name. Jungkook never misses to knock at least five times since then.

Even though it wasn’t a public space and it was Taehyung’s friend that ran into you, you still got extremely aroused when it happened. He noticed the way your walls were tightening around his hardened cock and now he’s convinced you’re as kinky as him. He’s not wrong, you’re quite fucked up when it comes to sex, but you are still reserved.

“Right, don’t cum on my leather seats, Taehyung! I’ll make you pay for new ones.” Yoongi exclaims from the front of the vehicle, his eyes focused on the road, but ears listening to your conversation. “Do that wherever you want, but not in my car.” Aera giggles from the passenger seat, laughing at her boyfriend's irritated face. “Don’t laugh at me.” He glances at her and it only amplifies her giggles.

Taehyung rolls his eyes at his hyung’s reprimands, laying his back flush against the backseats. “I won’t.” He sighs, completely wretched from not being able to stuff your pussy full of his cock. “I’m sure yours is everywhere anyway…” You gasp at the vulgary of his words, giving his chest a scolding tap. He cracks a smile, his frustration only minimal compared to the fun of teasing Yoongi.

“Hey! I heard you!” Yoongi shouts, looking severely at Taehyung through the rear mirror.

Your boyfriend chuckles, and your pussy sets on fire at the sound. You look up at him, checking him out for the hundredth time today. His arm that isn’t around your waist is settled behind his head, the muscles of his bicep pulsing through the flimsy material of his black t-shirt.

He smirks at you when he feels your gaze on him, lowering his head to whisper in your ear. “We’ll finish this later, right?” He stares at you, destabilizing you. You simply nod and Taehyung grins again, satisfied.

The wetness in your panties is really uncomfortable, but you try to ignore it the best you can. You don’t know where Taehyung is, you asked him by text where he was. He didn’t respond nor read your message, so you wait in the kitchen with a drink in your hand. You wish you had his sexy ass next to you, his tongue dancing with yours and his fingers in your underwear.

“What’s bothering you, angel?” Aera asks you as she’s sitting on the counter, her long legs crossed with an arm supporting her weight behind her and the other holding her glass bottle of Smirnoff.

You groan, turning around to lean against the marble surface in front of you. “How do you do to spend so much time without Yoongi?” She chuckles and takes a gulp from her drink, swallowing the alcohol. She looks forward as you sigh out of desperation. “He said we would meet later, but I haven't seen him since we arrived.” You complain and your best friend has pity for your pathetic need for affection.

“Yoongi is an independent and free soul…” She says and you glance in her direction, noticing the way she seems totally unbothered. She dismisses the part where you whined about Taehyung because she doesn’t want to feed your desperation any more or simply because she forgot.

You feel your phone buzzing in your purse and you eagerly pull it out, sure that’s Taehyung. You bite down on your lip as you unlock the screen with the face ID, opening the message app as quickly as possible.

Tae 🐻: youre so impatient

You frown slightly, not vibing with the way he responded to you after the long hour you spent waiting. Of course you’re impatient, he’s the only reason why you came to Hoseok’s party in the first place. If it wasn’t for him, you would be in your bed sleeping or watching your favourite show.

Taehyung adores partying and as his girlfriend, you must share this passion with him. You usually don’t mind going with Aera, she’s your best friend after all, but you feel particularly needy tonight, thanks to the foreplay at the back of Yoongi’s car.

You: excuse me for wanting to have fun with my bf!

You close the screen of your phone in a huff, placing it screen down on the counter. You turn the other way, your back now facing the kitchen. Aera and you are met with a playful Hoseok, walking up to the both of you with a large smile crowning his heart-shaped lips.

“Ladies.” He greets you, standing in front of you as he takes a sip from his alcohol drink, probably beer from the convenience store that Namjoon brought with him. “I was wondering where you two were hiding.” He smirks, passing a hand through his lucious light brown locks.

“Hiding where the alcohol is.” Aera jokes, uncrossing her legs to cross them to the other side. She drinks again from the glass bottle and Hoseok chuckles lightly, already setting a good mood in the room.

You don’t listen to their conversation as Taehyung messages you again, his words taking all of your attention.

Tae 🐻: just say you want my cock Tae ��: good girls patiently wait and get rewarded after

You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what game he is playing. He wants to elongate the teasing, seeing how long you can endure without begging for his dick.

You: i'm a good girl.

Tae 🐻: right Tae 🐻: then shut up and wait for me

You obediently close your phone and shove it back into your purse. If you have to wait another hour, you will because nothing makes you happier than having Taehyung’s plushy lips on yours. You think he has something planned. He wouldn’t tease you so much if he hadn’t and that simple idea makes you even more eager.

You squirm when hands grip your hips, making you jump out of surprise. You look behind your shoulder to find Taehyung’s teasing smirk and dilated pupils on you. “Tae, you scared me…”

“Sorry.” He mumbles in the crook of your neck, pressing his lower-half against your ass. His hands run up and down your body, making you shudder, feeling the hair on your arms stand up. “I have something for you.” He whispers.

You turn around and you see that your boyfriend is wearing swim shorts. He hands you a green bikini and you take the articles from him, looking at him with a confused expression. He smirks while trapping his bottom lip between his teeth, holding you against his naked chest. You feel the warmth of his tanned skin, already desiring more from him.

“Go put it on, I’ll wait for you here.”

After changing yourself in the bathroom, you come back down to where Taehyung is waiting for you.

Here you are, in a hot tub with your boyfriend and his friends. Taehyung has an arm around your shoulders, keeping you against him to show that you're his. Yoongi and Aera are on the other side of the hot tub, her sitting on his lap as they kiss hungrily in front of everyone. They are both drunk, you guess it makes them less aware of their surroundings.

Jungkook and Namjoon have a chit chat as Taehyung talks from time to time when he has something to add. Most people left the party, so Hoseok's backyard is pretty much empty apart from you. The host is inevitably having his time with someone inside while Jimin just made himself a place in the Jacuzzi with everyone, a beer in his hand, easily joining in the conversation.

There's only missing Seokjin, but you think he went home as you saw him get in his car with a girl earlier tonight. Luckily, the hot tub is big enough to welcome seven people including you. You feel pretty relax in the hot water, bubbles floating on the surface as the lights change colour every second.

You are still waiting for your reward, though. Did Taehyung forget and you will just enjoy a midnight bath? Rare are the times where he forgets his sexual pleasure. Maybe he wants to end the night before it, maybe he prefers to talk with his friends.

Shit.

Your body tenses up when his hand hanging from your shoulder lowers to your breast. You glance towards Taehyung's direction, but he's focused on the boys' conversation. He even nods his head to show he's listening and agreeing, which sends butterflies in your stomach.

His middle finger slowly circles your nipple, making it hard and sensitive. He does everything subtly, never looking at you, keeping his expressions neutral and calm. You breathe harshly through your nose, feeling more flustered as the minutes pass.

Taehyung's shoulders are out of the water due to his tall height as yours remain underwater, moving around slightly because of his ministrations on your nipple. He still has his cap on backwards and you clench your thighs, trying to soothe the ache between your legs, mainly created by the incredible view he offers you and his digit teasing your bud.

However, your pain doesn't stop when his arm slips down on you to settle around your waist. He moves swiftly, his large hand capturing the flesh of your thigh. His fingers travel your body quickly since they know it by heart, having touched it numerous times before in so many positions and angles.

They tease the skin of your stomach, the skin just above your bikini bottom. A shaky sigh leaves your mouth as his fingers go under the material that covers your crotch, reaching your clit and flickering it delicately. No one seems to notice or nobody really cares, in either way it turns you completely aroused. Your face heat up or it's just the steam of the water.

Nothing betrays Taehyung, he masters this way too much. After all, he has to stay unbothered if he wants to play with your pussy in front of everyone without them knowing. This situation makes you think about the time when you stroked his cock in the movie theatre weeks ago. It was bold of you, but he totally loved it. There was nobody else other than you two because a shitty and old movie was playing. It was so fucking hot nonetheless.

This, right now, is surely a move ahead from the movie theatre because all of your friends are here. You like it, though. You like the way his forefinger is pressing on your clit, how he does slow circle motions on it.

"Do you like it, kitten? Hm?" His lips press against your ear, murmuring sweet words to you. Your mouth opens to gasp, but you refrain yourself from making any loud sounds. You nod, which makes him smirk. "Filthy girl." Only a broken whine leaves you as his slender fingers slide down your folds, parting your lips open.

You grip his thigh forcefully when he dares to enter one finger in you. Your nails sink into his skin, but you don't care, you have to stay silent for your dignity. You don't know what you would do if someone notices. The question is fast to leave your mind, though, as your pussy gushes around his finger, swallowing him in.

"So tight. Bet my cock wouldn't enter, I'd have to make you cum before even pushing in two fingers. Or force the way in." You clench around his finger at his words, finding them utterly hot. He obviously feels it, making him chuckle darkly. "You're so fucking crazy. Letting me do this..."

You swallow with difficulty, fighting to keep your eyes open, trying to not fall too deep into the pleasure. The heel of his palm brushes your clitoris and your thighs close around his hand purely by reflex.

Your eyes shift to the others, checking if anyone is looking at you two, but no one is paying attention. You glimpse at Jungkook as he chats with Namjoon and you surprise yourself wishing he would glance in your way, discovering yours and Taehyung's dirty secret.

Your boyfriend is not oblivious to your desires, understanding your exact thoughts. "Dirty girl..." He whispers, pumping gently his finger into your cunt and you spread your legs, wanting more friction. "Why are you looking at him, hm?" You're scared he will stop or get angry for a moment, but you only see lust in his eyes. Which kinky secret has he not revealed to you yet?

"I'm- I didn't..." He tsks in disapproval, slipping your leg over his thigh to make more room for his large hand. If it wasn't for the bubbles, you wonder if you would have been caught by now.

He then takes a hold of your jaw, forcing you to look at Jungkook who is talking with his hyung, not suspecting anything. "Do you want him to know? Know how much of a slut you are?" You frown and bite down on your lip to prevent a moan from leaving your mouth. The idea makes you wet, more than you already are, and you don't know why.

You don't like Jungkook the same way you love Taehyung, but you have always found the boy cute, quite attractive. You liked it when he ran into you two fucking, you won't lie. Perhaps you had thought it would have led to something more, something you know your boyfriend would have enjoyed as much as you.

He lets go of your face, calling Jungkook to get his attention. "Yeah?" The younger one turns around at the call of his name, wondering what your boyfriend has to say.

"Remember when you ran on us fucking?" Taehyung asks without any shame, making the poor Jungkook blush.

He stops fingering you to circle at your clit instead, making it less obvious that something unholy is happening underwater. His friend clears his throat, uncomfortable with the subject. Or flustered, you don't know.

"I- I do." He stutters and Namjoon and Jimin laughs beside him, visibly already aware of the incident. It doesn't surprise you, Taehyung has probably told them.

He smirks when Jungkook gives him a positive answer. "Well, my girlfriend - just so you know - thinks that you should've stayed." Your heart skips a beat at the secret he confessed. Normally, you would have barged in and said it's not true, but if you open your mouth you're sure a mess of whines will be heard instead of words of complaint.

Jungkook blinks, startled by your boyfriend's out of the blue statement. He glances at you and you swear you see lust in them. "What...?" This time, the question is directed to you, but you can't answer it, unfortunately. Does that mean that if you had asked him to stay at this moment, he would have joined in?

"Yeah, she's crazy, isn't she?" You feel the knot in your stomach tightening and Taehyung has to turn the attention off you as soon as possible. This is too much, yet the situation totally arouses you. They don't know, but if they'd focus enough, if they were sober, they'd know.

"Oh! Namjoon, I just realized!" Jimin exclaims and you internally thank him for suddenly changing the subject. Both Namjoon and Jungkook look at their friend, giving Taehyung the opportunity to insert two fingers into your pussy.

You grip his thigh tighter, your eyes rolling back as he curls his fingers, hitting your sweet spot. His palm grazes your swollen clit, turning your body into a shaky mess. He pumps harder and deeper, keeping a regular pace, one that doesn't attract the attention.

His long fingers reach your magic spot over and over and it takes everything in you to not moan Taehyung's name. He licks his lips as he looks closely at your reactions, observing the way your thighs begin to shake. Your walls grip his fingers tightly, making the thrusts trickier, but it's at this moment that spasms take you over.

You roll your hips against Taehyung's hand, holding his forearm and feeling his veins under your palm. Your mouth hangs open as you go down from your high, your forehead sticky from your sweat. He cups your face with his free hand, giving you a slow and passionate kiss. You pant heavily and he pushes his fingers out of your soppy cunt.

"I told you I would reward you, kitten." He pecks your temple, acting as if he didn't just finger you in a hot tub full of people. "Do you know what I want to do next?" You hum, telling him to continue. "I want to watch you getting fucked by Kookie."

You hold in a laugh, not because you think it's funny, but because you absolutely love your boyfriend and how fucking horny he is.

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ayylovley · 2 months

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Could you do some windbreaker characters with a fem s/o that likes to wear lolita dresses :) you can choose the windbreaker characters I can’t decide they are all so hot ^ - ^

Yess hope you enjoy ✨

𝔚𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔵 𝔏𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔪 𝔰/𝔬

✧.* JayJo

Once he saw you for the first time he’s bug-eyed and curious. Normally your style isn’t common so you stand out a lot. Some people around you compliment you and ask where you got your outfits. Others are annoying and mean and want to make fun of you and sometimes it’s very subtle. But Jay is very observant and can see the talking shit behind your back, and he’s not going to have any of it. Even if he doesn’t know you that well your style grabbed his attention, so little by little he’ll start talking to you. Being one of the people that compliment you but something was different with him, his smile was warmer and his body language exposed slight interest. Whatever you wear is his excuse to talk to you, for example if you’re holding an umbrella on a nice day he wants to talk about your outfit and then ends up asking more questions.

Conversations become about what type of music you guys like, what artists, recommendations, anything you recommend he will listen to it once he’s at home while he’s studying. But he can barely concentrate because you’re on his mind constantly. The music turns into eventually exchanging phone numbers to talk more, Jay is trying to stay friends for very long though because a month later he asked you out. Now that you guys are dating anything you wear he loves, even looking up the Lolita style online to search for dresses and accessories and send you pictures of them ‘Do you like this?’ ‘This reminds me of you.’ ‘I think you’d look good in this one’

He’s more protective of you because ain’t no way he’s gonna let anyone make fun of you now. Warnings and threats can turn into physical fights because people are so petty. He teaches them a lesson though, and he’s extra romantic with you afterwards. He admires your confidence and how you embrace yourself he doesn’t want that to end. A confidence booster, for sure. He’s your biggest fan, probably wants to take pictures of you a lot. Even if he doesn’t show it, trust me he’s obsessed with you and wants to be around you every second of every day

(That was long idk what happened just brain meats poured scenarios out of my head)

✧.* Vinny Hong

(This got a bit angsty)

Ok Vinny isn’t going to be as… responsive to how he likes your style, but he still thinks it’s really cool. If you’re dating him since he’s poor he’ll feel guilt for not being able to afford to buy you more outfits but at least he can afford flowers that match the color of what you’re wearing that day on a date. Whatever he can’t afford, he comes up with a plan to give whatever he has. He acts cold but he genuinely cares about you and wouldn’t want to lose you for the world. If you’re still dating him when he’s rich that’s when he’ll spoil you. He doesn’t expect anything back he just wants you to be happy.

You won’t be able to see Vinny as much due to crew business, but once he makes time for you he doesn’t want to leave you. These times are actually the hardest because if he’s going through it he will want to hold you. No need for words when you finally see each other he just wants to be in your arms again. And once he has to leave again he is even worse than before, your smiles just give him peace and comfort again and he needs that more than ever.

✧.* Dom Kang

Dom is simping… you’re a goddess to him that whenever he sees you he gets flustered and embarrasses himself a little. He’s not shy about showing how much he loves you, random kisses, hugs from behind, lots of compliments. He likes to brag and show you off (didn’t mean to reference the Doja Cat song lmao) But seriously he does… Especially when you’re rooting for him during the tournaments and he wins. He’s proud of himself and especially when you shower him with praises and hugs. Watch him melt and turn into a puddle.

✧.* Shelly Scott

One of the most romantic characters and your biggest supporter. If you don’t pull the strings she does and a lot of the times being the flirty one. You got her attention with your stand outish style like Jay. She genuinely wanted to be your friend at first, but she fell first and she fell hard. You fell hard too from how her charismatic personality and caring so much was pulling you in. It’ll take a little longer to confess to each other because you both assume you might not be into girls. But with little hints from Shelly, it started with subtle flirting comments like “If you were my girlfriend I’d spoil you.”

Finally she got the courage for just one date and see how it goes. Pretty much by the second date you’re official. She’s a bit clingy but that’s just her way of showing that she loves you. When she was training hard twitch her dad to help Humming Bird unfortunately she couldn’t reach out to you much but would send occasional texts like ‘😚’ or the cutesy love gifs

✧.* Wooin Yoo

Wooin might fun of you… Especially when he met you, but in his head he thinks he looks good and he can think it’s pretty hot that you don’t care what people think. And just like Dom, I feel like he enjoys when you watch him during his races. But compared to Dom, Wooin is kissing his own ass, “did you see how awesome I am, babe?” So you’d probably be mostly quiet until he’s done talking about himself or notices that you’re not saying anything to hype him up and comments on it

If someone made fun of you that’s when his limit comes because only he can make fun of you. He doesn’t care who it is even if his crew were to make fun of you. Though that wouldn’t really happen because 1. They know Wooin would be pissed 2. They actually don’t care how you dress. Surprisingly when you spend more time with The Sabbath Crew they aren’t as mean as you thought. Well, compared to your own boyfriend. But really when it comes to Wooin he is on high alert when you’re out with him making sure no one is looking at you the wrong way

✧.* Joker

Joker is the quiet type. But he’ll make up with it with physical touch and kisses. Just like Wooin he can’t stand it when people talk shit. Except Wooin doesn’t get into fights unless he’s provoked to, Joker on the other hand is violent. So he isn’t giving any warnings he’s giving a punch to a face. If you tell him that you don’t like when he gets into fights he will just not do it in front of you

On the cutesy side of things you met his brother and he thought you were cool. And his new puppy might finally have a babysitter while he’s in tournaments if you’re ok with it. If not he can just take the puppy with him like usual. Now he has someone to gush over animals with.

#sorry dom’s was so short I was struggling to think of anything besides he’s just a sweetheart #windbreaker x reader #windbreaker

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hyunluvbug · 10 months

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i need you - one

pairing: bang chan x afab reader

content: 🔞NSFW, MDNI!! established relationship, hint of corruption kink, virgin!reader, hickeys, dry humping, oral (f receiving)

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this is my first series and i hope you guys enjoy what more is to come. it is only going to be three or four parts so fairly short ish.

dating chan is nothing but pure comfort. he is yours and you are his. everything about being with him made you feel giddy inside. your relationship is nothing more than pure love. he is someone you trust completely and never question. someone you can hold to a high standard and know he will always follow it.

you both are still learning new things about each other. you learn all the time how dedicated he is to his job. he enjoys making music and you love being there when he does. you visit him all the time at the studio, just to watch him in his element. he always lets you listen to what he is working on and it always is a hit in your eyes. he is so talented and you remind him anytime he struggles. sometimes while he's working, he'll get frustrated. his face will go into a pout and his eyebrows will scrunch up. a tell tale sign he is struggling with lyrics or even the composition of the song.

when you notice this, you try your best to help him and reassure him that he is capable of anything. he has already made so many great songs so why be afraid to try something new. this is why he loves having you there, being able to hear the input from someone he loves is amazing. days like this are where you really realize how in love you are with him. he's sitting with his back towards you, clicking away on his computer. you're sitting on the sofa behind him, reading a book, or just scrolling through your phone. finding comfort in just having his presence with you.

the studio is where both of you end up hanging out a lot together. the studio being his hotspot, he barely leaves it and only does to get food, use the bathroom or go to bed. today, is just like any other day. you are sitting on the couch, your feet curled up under you. you're scrolling through your tiktok for you page. making sure the volume isn't too loud to disturb the boy at the computer. the many clicks of his mouse fill the room as well as the squeak of his desk chair.

you can feel his frustration from where you're sitting. many sighs leaving his lips as you watch him delete and add new lines of lyrics. his shoulders hunched over onto the desk, clearly showing his stress. you place your phone onto the couch and stand up. you make your way over to him and you feel his body relax when your hand touches his shoulder.

"hey, you okay?" you peck his cheek.

"yeah, just having some troubles with lyrics." he sighs below you. you place your hand onto his cheek and he nuzzles into it.

"need a break?"

"please."

you see this as an invitation to sit in his lap. his hands rest on your waist and he looks up into your eyes. you begin to place kisses all over his face, causing his face to scrunch up. giggles falling from his lips.

"is this a good distraction?"

"yes." he chuckles, his hands run up your back soothingly as you continue placing kisses on his face. then you move to his neck and he lets out a tiny moan.

"oh, i think i hit a sweet spot." you tease and continue kissing there. he lets out heavy sighs as you begin to suck on his skin, hoping to leave a hickey behind.

"you're going to drive me crazy."

"what if i want to?" you mumble against his skin. then chan, pulls your face away. he places a hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbing the soft skin.

"then you'll be in trouble."

you stare at him in shock of his reply but it excites you. you and chan have never had sex. most of it having to do with you being a virgin and not knowing when the correct time was. chan didn't ever want to make you feel rushed to have sex with him. he never insinuated anything sexual and stopped make outs before they ever got too heated. but, you always wish he would make a step towards that direction and right now, your heart is pounding. you can feel tingles in places that you never felt for someone else before.

"what if i wanna be in trouble?"

now chan looks at you surprised, "oh yeah?"

you begin to feel a dull ache in your core. starting to imagine what it would be like to be with chan sexually. it excites you. so much that you don't even notice that you're grinding into his lap. he lets out a groan beneath you.

"fuck baby, we can't do this in here. i will be damned if we start anything in this studio."

"then maybe we should go home." you plead, looking up at him with puppy eyes. of course he can't say no to you.

"i guess the song can wait until tomorrow."

you leap up from his lap, excited to head home. you don't even notice that chan has an erection.

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when you get back home, it gets semi awkward. for many reasons really. you aren't quite sure what to even do as you have never done any of it. of course you're not completely innocent to sexual activities. but you just have no experience what so ever. frankly, chan finds it adorable and is secretly getting off to the fact he will be the only to take your virginity. that you will always be his and no one else's.

"i say we start by kissing and see where it goes from there." chan says, you both sitting together on the bed. you nod happily with a smile and he smiles back, his dimples showing.

"come here." he whispers and presses his lips to yours. the feeling is just as amazing as it was the first time. his lips fitting to yours and sending flutters throughout your heart.

the kisses soon turn needy and sloppy. little whimpers falling from your lips. he place you into his lap and retss his hands on your waist. he moves your hips over him, the friction making your eyes droop. your hips roll down into him quicker.

"fuck chan."

he smirks as he watches your face contort in pleasure. loving how pretty you look just for him. he begins to place some kisses down your neck as you continue to move in his lap. he sucks on a section of your neck, returning the favor you gave him earlier.

"baby, can i eat you out?" chan suddenly asks and your face gets hot. you nod and he begins to unbutton your jeans. he slides them down your legs and lays you down onto the bed.

he sees a wet spot on your underwear that has already developed. he places his finger on the spot and begins to rub. the feeling of someone else's touch drives you crazy. and he's not even touching it bare. he rubs onto your clit, the feeling driving you insane.

"chan, please."

"please what?"

"s-shit, i want your tongue."

"ask and you shall receive."

he pulls down your underwear and tosses them to the side. he scoots down until his face is near your pussy. he blows air on it and it makes you twitch. a soft giggle falls from his lips, that also making you twitch.

"channn."

"okay okay."

he places his hands onto your thighs and then dives in. his tongue licks up your core and your slit. the feeling makes your eyes begin to roll, his tongue feels like heaven. it feels like something you have never felt before. you can feel his nose nudge at your clit while his tongue delves deeper into your cunt. your wetness growing even more and mixing with his saliva.

"fuck fuck." you moan and he hums. his tongue presses against your clit and you squirm above him.

"feels so good holy fuck."

chan continues licking, letting your wetness coat his tongue. the taste is divine and he is already addicted to it.

"i want you to cum for me." he says and he stares up into your eyes. his eyes on you are what sends you closer to your high. his eyes stay on you as he licks quicker and quicker. his tongue going inside and out of your cunt, delving into your walls.

you feel your eyes roll as you begin to reach your peak. "im go-gonna cum." you sigh and then you let it go.

chan licks up every drop, loving how much pleasure he is able to give you. he pulls away and sits up. his dimples are showing as he stares down at you, your laying down onto the bed. your arms splayed out in tiredness, it all felt so good. he felt so good. chan scoots up further to lay with you, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"how was that baby?" he presses a kiss to the side of your neck. right over the spot he left a hickey.

"amazing." you reply feeling breathless. your chest moves up and down as you let out heavy breaths until it slows down. chan cuddles up into you as you finally come off the feeling.

"i didn't get to do anything for you though." you realize and turn towards him.

"don't worry, we have all the time in the world to do other things. i just wanted to please you, i'll let you do something for me next time." he reassures and buries his face into your neck.

you feel satisfied with his answer as you know there is more time to make love with him. you couldn't wait.

#stray kids imagine #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #kpop smut #skz smut #bang chan x reader #bang chan imagine #bang chan smut #chan smut #chan x reader #chan imagines

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bbrissonn · 2 months

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𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡

☆⋆｡°‧★ in which dahlia and will can't stop talking to each other

☆⋆｡°‧★ will smith x dahlia monroe

☆⋆｡°‧★ wc: 2k

☆⋆｡°‧★ au masterlist

when dahlia got back to her dorm room, she stared down at the new contact in her phone for probably ten minutes wondering if she should text the blond boy or not. she wanted to, she really did, but she just did not what to say. she choose to just wait for the boy to text first, after all he was the one with her number written on his hand.

dahlia went on with her night, doing her skincare routine as she listen to her music, trying her hardest not to constantly look at her phone to see if he had texted. 'his phone his dead' she kept reminding herself when the only message she got was from violette wishing her a good night.

it wasn't until she girl was about to go to sleep that the boy messaged her. it was just a simple hey :) yet the girl found herself kicking her feet slightly as his notification popped up. if violette were here right now, she would probably die of laughter at the smile plastered on her best friend's face.

dahlia

hi (:

will

thanks again for helping me

dahlia

no worries

honestly it was a little

embarrassing watching you

spin around in circles

i had to do something

will

wow

im wounded lia

dahlia

you get hit by grown men

and your ok

but a little teasing

and your hurt??

you're softer than i

thought smith

will

oh so yk my last name

wonder how that it

dahlia

oh-

good night.

will

good night :)

it was safe to say that the girl fell asleep with a wide grin as her mind played her encounter with the boy over and over again.

✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧

the next day, dahlia found herself sitting in the same exact spot for the third time now. violette was next to her again, but this time her boyfriend was with them. dahlia did not know him very well, but she knew he was treating her best friend perfectly and that's all the mattered to her.

"something weird is going." violette mumbled to her boyfriend, alex, as she watched her best friend share a small wave with the blond freshmen.

the two had spent pretty much the whole day texting one another, beginning with will texting her good morning. the two got to know each other, their favourite colours, favourite movies, music taste, favourite meal, all the question that could be asked were asked. granted, will looked up his question online, but the effort was all that mattered.

dahlia had never been so attached to her phone before, always having it open as she waited for the boy's next message. even on his way to the rink, he was still texting her, and same for her, making her almost bump into a boy twice her height. that was also something that violette quickly noticed.

as for will, his attachment to his own phone did not go unnoticed by his friends either. when gabe had woken up that morning, his best friend was already awake, smiling down at his phone, which he pretty much spent the whole day doing. it also was noticed by his teammates in the locker room.

will was normally always locked in the second he got into the rink, barely ever looking at his phone. but today, he could not go more than a feet away from it, feeling the need to always check if dahlia had answered him.

"you guys all saw what i saw right?" gabe asked his fellow freshman as they all stood in front of the bench. the warmup was ending in less than two minutes and will had decided to make his way back to the locker room. of course, as he made his way down the tunnel, a wide smile was stuck on his face as he passed dahlia.

"he's so whipped." ryan laughed as they all started making their way down the tunnel as well. they all could not help but look at will's mystery girl, who was typing away on her phone with a smile that mirrored will's.

unsurprisingly to any of them, when they arrived in the locker room, the blond freshman was also silling down at his phone. the boys all exchanged smirks before going to their stall and finishing their pregame rituals.

"jeez man, you know it won't run away from you." jamie chuckled as he sat down in his stall next to the freshman. everyone had noticed how dependent of his phone the boy had been, and they were all waiting for someone to bring it up for them to really dig into the poor blond boy.

"huh?" will asked, looking up from his phone and over to his teammate. by then, pretty much everyone in the locker was looking at him, making will a little self-conscious. "what?"

"your phone. nothing's gonna happen to you if you don't touch it for more than a minute." jack said from the other side of the boy. some of the guys around the room chuckled slightly, making will blush a little, he did not think they had realized how much he was using it.

"who're you texting anyways?"

"uhm, n-no one." will stuttered, mentally cursing to himself for how he was acting.

"you sure it's not mystery girl?" ryan teased from across the room with a smirk on his face. his words made the whole team erupt in ooh's, while will's face became a dark red shade.

"there's no mystery girl."

"sure there isn't, buddy. we all saw that little smile you gave her." drew added. will had never wanted to disappear as much as right now.

"hey, who's phone number is on you hand?" jamie said, grabbing a hold of the boy's hand. somehow, will's face became even darker than before as more laughs echoed in the room.

"no one's!"

"is this no one the same no one that you're texting."

"maybe." will admitted. he figured his friends were not going to let this go any time soon, or that they would end up finding out the truth anyways, so what was the point of lying. "but it's none of your business, so just drop it."

will's words came out harsher than he had intended. he was never one to react like this, and all the boys knew that, meaning they stopped bothering him about it.

none of them brought it up on the bench when he would sometimes look back at the girl and send her a soft grin. or when their eyes would connect for a long time whenever will made his way back to the bench. but, just because they did not bring it up to him, it did not mean they did not bring it between themselves.

gabe and ryan pretty much spent the whole gossiping like a bunch of teenage girls, giggling whenever they would noticed their interaction. they knew will heard everything they were saying and laughing about, but the boy did not care. they were leaving him alone about it and that's all that mattered.

unfortunately, the game did noy go their way, losing 3-4 to denver, but will had scored two goals, so dahlia did not really care about the score. just as her, and the other two were about to exit the forum, her phone dinged, making her stop in her tracks.

will

did you leave yet?

dahlia

why?

will

wanna see you

dahlia

uhm idk

wasn't on my schedule

will

its almost ten

what could you possibly

have to do thats more fun

than seeing me

dahlia

im a busy gal

you'd be surprised

where do i go?

will

come near the locker rooms

you'll see me

dahlia

this is my third time

being here you think

i know where that it

"you guys go one, i have to meet someone." dahlia said to her friend. a smirk grew on violette's face as the pieces clicked in her head.

"smith?"

"maybe."

"you coming home tonight?"

"yes." dahlia said sternly to alex, making the boy frown slightly before the couple said their goodbyes and made their way out of the forum. the next second, will was calling her.

"hi." the girl spoke, a shy smile on her face as she moved to the side so people could make their way out.

"hey. you really don't know where to go?" the boy chuckled making the girl scoff a bit.

"no, i don't." the girl sassed, making while chuckle a little more.

"meet me at your seat." he said, and before the girl could say anything, he hung up. it took a couple of seconds for her brain to understand what had just happened.

eventually she snapped back and started making her way back to her seat. there was pretty much no one left in the area, only one or two janitors that had started cleaning. as she approached her section, she could see a boy leaning against the wall right besides the entry to the stands. he was holding his phone in his hand, texting his friends not to wait for him.

"hey." he said with a wide grin, slipping his phone into his pocket when he noticed the girl. he pushed himself off the wall and took a couple of steps to meet her in the middle.

"hi." the girl giggled, her nervousness taking over. when the two teens were standing in front of each other, they stared at each with wide matching smiles. will was the first to move, wrapping his arms around her waist bringing her close to him.

the girl was a little shocked at his boldness, but she liked it. it took her a couple of seconds before relaxing into his arms and wrapping her own around his neck. her head was resting in the crock of the boy's neck, his cologne filling her nose.

"thank you for coming."

"you played great." the girl whispered back, making the boy scoff a bit. "you did, will. last time i checked you're the only one with two goals."

"we lost."

"so? it's one game, there's a like i don't how many more left. i had a lot of fun watching you." the girl said, trying to cheer him up. the two now had their foreheads resting against the other's, their words barely being loud enough for them to hear. will's eyes were closed as one of dahlia's hand came up to his face, cupping his cheek and rubbing the skin on his cheekbone.

"it's just... hard." the boy sighed.

"i get it, sorta, i think? when i try a new baking recipe and it turns out horrible, i get mad. especially when i do everything right, and it just doesn't work." the girl explained, making the boy open his eyes.

"you bake?"

"helps me calm down. the best part is getting to eat though." she said, a soft smile on her face as the two locked eyes.

"teach me one day?" will asked, and the girl was quick to shake her head yes. "good." he added before leaning in a pressing a small peck to her cheek. the girl blushed, her eyes avoiding his as she bit back a smile.

"food?" the girl asked, trying her hardest to change the subject, while still avoiding his gaze.

"you pick."

soon, the two young adults found themselves sitting in a pizza place not too far from campus. the two spent the night laughing and getting to know each other even more.

the night ended with will walking dahlia back to her dorm, his hand holding onto hers. once the two arrived at her dorm room near midnight, dahlia turned around to hug the boy goodbye.

"thank you for cheering me up."

"you're too pretty to be sad." the girl answered boldly, her head laying against his chest as they hugged. when the two pulled away, dahlia pressed a kiss right besides his lips, grinning afterwards.

"'night, will."

"good night, lia."

#bri writes #i found you au #will smith #will smith hockey #will smith imagine #will smith hockey imagine #will smith x reader #will smith hockey x reader #will smith x oc #will smith hockey x oc #boston college hockey #boston college eagles #bc hockey #bc eagles #college hockey imagine

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 9 months

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Unexpected 42

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The baby sleeps in her bassinet. Peaceful. You don’t know the last time you ever felt that. The last time you slept soundly. When you manage to drift off, it’s painful and heavy, and you wake up feeling worse as you face the reality you can’t escape.

Dottie’s flighty tones waft up from the first floor. You can’t make out her words, you don’t care enough to try, but you know by Andy’s deep responses and the subsequent click of the door that she’s sending him off. Good. You can’t face him, not after you ran out covered in bile.

You prop up several pillows behind you and recline against them. You just lay there, staring at the joint of ceiling and wall. You don’t watch anything, you don’t use your phone to scroll, you can’t even listen to music. They’re all just a reminder of what you don’t have and what you’re stuck in. Other people have lives and meaning, you are just an udder to be milked.

Dottie raps on the door but as usual, doesn’t await your permittance. She inches open the door and lets out a long sigh. She disapproves. Of you. She should direct that at her son. You don’t say as much. You tried to before and she was too cowardly to hear you. Must be where he gets it from.

“Andy packed up your leftovers,” she informs you, “such a sweetheart that one.”

“You can have them,” you roll onto your side and cross your arms, “I said, I’m not hungry.”

“You need to eat, hon–”

“For her or for me? I’m not stupid. The only reason you care is because the baby needs to suck on me like a goddamn juice box. You don’t care how I feel.”

“I know exactly how you feel, dearie, I carried a child too, I fed them, I spent those months with just me and them–”

“Whatever. I don’t fucking want to hear what you went through. It’s not the same.”

“You can’t go on like this. You won’t survive.”

“What do you care?” You snarl. “Because I don’t. I don’t care. Put her on formula and let me die.”

Silence. You hear her near the bassinet and feel her shadow looming near the bed. You almost regret your words. Almost. It would solve a lot of issues if you weren’t here.

You wouldn’t feel like this. That baby wouldn’t have to feel the flagrant resent radiating off of you at every moment. Dottie wouldn’t have to pretend. And Lloyd, whenever he returns, wouldn’t have to throw you out. You’d do him a favour, quite generously, and free him yourself.

“I’ll take Luna for the night. You get some sleep,” the wheel of bassinet unlocks and rolls softly over the hardwood, “I’ll bring up the pump. I sterilised it earlier. You can use that if you feel… uncomfortable.”

“Fine,” you hiss, “get away from me.”

🍑

You wouldn’t know it if you didn’t see the date stamped at the bottom corner of the television screen. You sit, blankly, watching the scroll of text across the bottom, doing the math in your head. Another week. The living room is quiet but for the tempoed cadence of the newscaster.

You’re consumed in the indifference of your existence. You barely say a word. You barely feel. You take the baby when she fusses or when she’s handed to her, you relieve the pressure in your chest, and give her back. You sit around, sometimes you lay flat on your back, and other times you find yourself standing in doorways, feeling lost.

That day feels different. Dottie, like a hummingbird, is always moving, but she is in a storm of anxiety, edging on anticipation. She’s brought you a measured cup of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal with milk. You’re not very hungry but you drink the coffee first, eating the oatmeal only at her prompt.

She takes the empty dishes after she hands you the baby again. You let her nurse and Dottie comes back to burp her and put her down. The baby, for all your dissonance, is quiet and calm.

You end up on your side, head on a throw pillow, as the news comes to an end and a home show comes on, giving tips on how to reuse old plant potters and repairs bookshelves. You close your eyes as deja vu sweeps over you. Those days you worked nights but found yourself sleepless in the AM, you would put on some channel or another, let the dullness ease you to sleep.

You drift into the memories and feel the tinge beneath your eyelids. When you open your eyes, you expect to be back in the duplex, you expect Colin to walk in and complain about his job, as you get up to make your coffee and make him dinner. You expect to be who you were before all this.

But you’re not.

“Why don’t you have a shower, sweet?” Dottie appears.

You squint as the sunlight streams yellow between the curtains. It’s around noon, you can tell by the height and hue of the day. You nod and let her help you up. The idea doesn’t sound good until she has you under the faucet, the warmth easing your muscles and washing away the days of sweat and negligence.

You get out and your chest aches. You cup your full tits and see your silhouette in the steamy mirror. You reach forward to wipe away the glaze. You see your body, the scar, the stretch marks, the loose skin, the weight still clinging. You want to puke at the sight of yourself.

You cover yourself with a towel and come out. You go to the guest room where you’ve built your nest. Dottie comes to the doorway as you dry yourself off shamelessly. You can’t change it. You can’t undo it.

“Is she hungry?” You ask.

“She’s still asleep.”

“Mm.”

“You hurtin’?” She asks.

You nod. “I’ll pump.”

“Good,” she enters the room and goes to the closet. She pulls out a purplish pink dress with short sleeves and a bit of ruffle around the elastic cuffs and neckline. Not much to it, light and figureless.

You watch clueless as she lays it out with a pair of panties and a clean nursing bra. You shake your head as you cross your arms around the towel, holding it against your chest as it drapes over your stomach.

“You’ll want to wear something nice for lunch,” she says.

“Lunch?” You scowl.

“Mhmm, a day out of the house, away from the baby, it’ll be nice, won’t it?” She drawls as she turns to you, “Andy will be here soon.”

“Andy?”

“Yep, I told you, hon. Maybe you didn’t hear me, you’ve been a touch distracted,” she touches your shoulder gently, “a mom like you, how can’t you be? Doing so much, giving so much, you deserve a bit of time to get a little, huh?”

You shake your head and give her a frantic look, then glance at the dress.

“Can I wear something else?” You ask, “to hold all this in?”

She seems to sigh in relief. You’re certain she expected an argument but you don’t have that energy. You just do what you’re told, what you have to do. If she wants you out of the house, you’ll gladly leave this prison.

“If you like,” she puts her hand on her hip, “but will you try this on? You don’t like it and we’ll go with your choice. It’s hot out, dear, you don’t want to over do it.”

You sniff and shrug, “fine. Whatever.”

And that’s just how it is. You don’t feel much one way or the other. Dress or no dress. It doesn’t matter to you, but the more you let the idea sink in, the more eager you are to get away. Even if Andy will be there.

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #unexpected #andy barber #series #the gray man #defending jacob

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jakeysbuttsheeks · 5 months

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Godfather | 111

Warnings: profanity, age gap , mature themes , overdose , drug use , substance use , death of parent , orphaning , eating disorders, other weird shit

Parings : Jake X fem reader

Jake woke up stretching slightly, finding something restricting his movement ; you.

A smile cracked against his sleepy face when he was reminded of what happened last night and how the two of you had fallen asleep together.

You were still hugging Jake tight with your cheek squished against the pillow right infront of his face , his eyes danced over your face and at the way your lips pursed out slightly.

He sucked his own lips in , fighting the urge to just lean in, barely an inch and press his lips against yours. Your lips look so inviting and irresistible and all Jake could do was stare at them , imaging what they would feel like against his lips , or on his neck or around his coc-

no.

He immediately got out of your hold as fast as lighting and sat off the bed , looking down between his legs to find himself semi hard. Morning wood.

He looked back at you still sound asleep. He cursed himself under his breath and headed out your room quickly and silently , softly shutting the door behind him .

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You woke up later , hurrying out of the house to work. You were almost half an hour late .

"slow down! Have breakfast" Jake yelled as you hopped your shoes on.

"I'm so late I can't" you shake your head.

"Don't go then" Jake says and you stare at him "haha" you say sarcastically.

"no I'm serious. Let's go out today. It's Saturday" Jake speaks , walking up from behind the kitchen island . Jake didn't have to go to the studio on weekends so he was free.

"but- my boss will yell-" you sigh .

"he's gonna yell anyway since you're late. Might as well enjoy it" Jake says .

"point" you sigh and look at floor , trying to think .

"you work too hard. Give yourself a break. It's my treat" he pressed.

"this isn't because you pity me because of yesterday right?" You squint at him with a smile and he bursts out laughing.

"it might be" he joked , his smile wide as ever .

"C'mon, where'd you wanna go?" He asks , pulling his phone out of his pocket .

"oh! Let's go shopping! Let's go to the mall. You always complain about your clothes" Jake says , looking through his phone at something in excitement.

"I do not!" You defend and he laughs again.

"oh- or we could go for a movie. Or we could just go for a drive" Jake rambles . And you stand there wondering why he so desperately wanted to take you out.

"or! We could just do all of that!" Jake looks at you with his eyes wide and bright in excitement.

"what- no-!" You immediately disagree.

"why not?!" He asks , still excited.

"don't worry about the money y|n. It's my treat!" He says.

"no but I can't-" you hesitate.

"oh c'mon, please?" Jake tilts his head with a put on pout and you couldn't help but shy away and smile widely, Looking down at your feet before looking back up at him .

"fine-" you barely say as Jake lets out a Yelp of victory , making you laugh again .

"imma go get dressed. Have some breakfast and we'll go" he says as he walks off .

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The two of y'all went on a long ride of just judging people and listening to music in the car , screaming out the lyrics while vibing hard in your seats .

Until the two of you got hungry and decided to stop at the mall . Y'all wandered around for almost an hour deciding where to eat. You were laughing the entire time with him like the both of you were high on something or something.

Y'all finally decided to have some Chinese, snickering at how Jake struggled to eat with chopsticks, the two of you almost choking on your food at the constant laughing, you were almost in tears.

"oh my god, I think I I'm dying" you tiredly say , you face red from laughing and so was Jake.

You looked at him and he looked at you too before the both of you started laughing again for no reason, practically wheezing as y'all left the restaurant.

"oh my god! There's a spa!" Jake gasp .

"no!" You choke out between your laugh as you tried to stop him from going in , but he dragged you in with him .

"we should get facials! And mendicures!" He gasped . And you burst out laughing so hard you almost caught the attention of of the whole store.

"it's a manicure!" You wheeze , tears pooling in your eyes as you stomach ached.

"and a pedicure is for your toes" you explain and he looked at you with a shocked squint , making you laugh harder.

"let's get both then" he says, laughing with you .

"mendicures!" You exclaim .

"mendicures!" Jake repeats as the two of you wheeze , trying to be as quiet as you possibly can .

People wouldve definitely thought y'all were high . And y'all were . High on eachother that is .

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"my face feels like a fucking baby's ass!" Jake laughs as he touches his face while exiting the spa place with you.

"it does!" You laugh in suprise , touching his cheek .

"oh! You have a baby's ass face too" Jake touched cheek before pinching it making you yelp and pinch his cheek back .

"OW! I DIDN'T DO IT THAT HARD!" Jake slapped his hand over his cheek in pain .

"you did too! I just wasn't so dramatic about it" you say , lifting your chin slightly to tease him .

"I'm not dramatic! It's not my fault you've got bloody caveman hands!" He teased back and you gasp as he laughs at your reaction.

You remembered the last time you were at the mall with Jake and your dad's friends and Jake had carried you around everywhere on his shoulders as you pulled on his hair making him walk around in pain , and you kept giggling at him . You were about 5 or 6 years old that time .

"y|n?" A voice called from behind you , distracting you from Jake .

"Ethan!" Your eyes widen in faux suprise as you turn around, not expecting your ex to be here , walking over to you .

"hi!" He says as he flexes his arms with his hands in his pockets , looking behind you at Jake.

"didn't expect to see you here. How have you been?" Ethan asks. And Jake notices you were suddenly uncomfortable.

"I'm- I've been good how are you?" You ask back even though you wanted this conversation to end as fast as possible. It took you ages to get over Ethan after he broke you after your dad died . He was being an asshole while you needed him.

"who's this?" Ethan asks , looking at Jake .

"oh this- this is my- Jake- he's my guardian parent thing" you muttered.

"godfather" Jake corrected , moving next to you .

"ohh I thought he was your boyfriend or something. Yaknow how you told me you liked older guys?" Ethan explained with a light laugh, clearly looking up and down Jake from head to toe , judging him .

"no" you laugh lightly panicky, looking at Jake who seemed unamused and somewhat irritated.

"you look pretty" Ethan said , tilting his head , making you cringe out of your skin.

"thanks. I just got a facial done" you throw your thumb over your shoulder at the spa behind you.

"we should hang out sometime" Ethan says.

"uh-" You look at Jake and he seemed to be looking away at other stores in the mall . Pretending to be uninterested in your conversation with Ethan , but you could see his jaw clenched tight from his side profile.

"uh- ok- sure" you force out a smile as you watch Ethan finally walk away while waving at you. What a nice day completely ruined, you thought. .

"alright let's go to the arcade" jake says , his voice too flat for something so exciting. But you smile widely anyway and follow him to the escalator to go to the arcade .

Jake seemed down but tried to pretend to push it off while playing games with you like a child. You wanted to ask him what was wrong but you couldn't bring it up .

"so who was that guy?" Jake finally asks, curiosity getting the best of him.

"Ethan? My ex" you answer and Jake immediately snapped you an "are you okay" look.

"I needed him after dad died. And he wasn't there for me" you explained.

"prick" Jake cursed at him before giving you a look of sympathy and rubbing your back.

"focus! We're losing the game!" You yell as you gestured to the dinosaur jungle setup in front of you.

Jake immediately got back to shooting the dinosaurs . And you ended up losing as you yelled at him playfully because he was playing badly.

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"wow we wasted the whole day" you say as you drive out of the mall parking to find the sky being pitch black .

"it wasn't wasted" Jake seconds. "I had fun" he says , taking a turn onto the road.

"I did too" you smile .

"just like old times" he says as he pats your knee , except he keeps it there .

"just like old times" you repeat with a nostalgic smile , paying not much attention to Jake's hand on your knee until his thumb gently caressed your knee before pulling away .

His touch was so inviting. You wished he kept his hand there always . And everytime he moved his hand to say something you wished he would put it on your knee again but it kept going back to the steering.

Obviously he wasn't going to have his hand on your thigh the ride home . You weren't his girlfriend. Wait- what about his girlfriend? Would she mind? I mean- obviously not .

"is Carrie coming over today ?" You ask , and you notice panic set in Jake's eyes.

"what's the time?" He asks , looking at the phone you held in your hand . You pressed the power button to see 7:36pm as the time .

"shit" Jake mutters under his breaths as he drives faster .

"w-whats wrong? Did you forget she was coming over or something?" You laugh , but he didn't laugh .

You watched as he sped down the road . In no time you reach home but he didn't turn to park and you look at him confused.

"go home I gotta be somewhere" he says and you nod and get out the car as he quickly drove off . How shit.

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Jake came back earlier than you expected. You heard him breathe out a heavy sigh as he took his shoes off by the door .

You were watching tv , sitting horizontally with your feet up on the couch . You turned your head and looked over the backrest to watch as he came in .

"hey I'm back" he say with a slight smile , noticing you watching tv.

"what's wrong? What happened?" You ask as he walked to the couch and lifted your legs up to make place for him to sit down at the other end of the couch , letting your legs rest on his lap .

"Carrie broke up with me" he said nonchalantly.

"what!? Because you were late for one date?!" You yell. But he didn't really seem to be bothered.

"nah. It wasn't just that" he says softly , his hand massaging your feet barely with his eyes fixed on the tv , trying to catch on the show you were watching.

"I'm sorry- this is my fault- I should've gone to work-" your voice cracks when you realise you were the whole reason he was late .

"what? no! Y|n. Don't be stupid" he glares at you and you look away shaking your head, you couldn't help the corners of your mouth dropping down.

"Jesus- it wasn't your fault!" Jake speaks , noticing the look on your face like you were close to tears as he moves his hand up your leg , trying to reach out for you to look at him .

"honestly I don't even care I didn't even like her" Jake confesses.

"promise?" You ask as you turn at him . You knew the guilt would eat you up.

"sweetie I swear" Jake said , looking right in your eyes .

"okay" you mutter to yourself before looking back at the tv .

"why were you dating her if you didn't like her then?" You ask .

"can you let it go? It wasn't your fault and I'm not heartbroken or anything okay?" Jake speaks calmly.

"I promise" he says again , his warm hand rubbed your leg in reassurance before giving it a slight tap .

"okay" you breath deeply, deciding to believe him.

"I'm going to pour myself a drink. You want one?" He asks as he slowly stands , giving you time you lift your legs off his lap.

"no. But can you get me that tub of ice cream you got me? It's in the freezer" you ask with pleading eyes .

"ofcourse" the corners of his lips lift as he pets your head while walking behind the couch to the kitchen.

You hear glass clattering on the cold slab and the fridge door opened a couple times as you wait anxiously for your ice-cream.

According to you , eating during your period wasn't going make you put on any weight . It was dumb and you knew it . But you just liked to tell yourself that .

Your stomach had been starting to ache, the cramps getting worse , you knew you were going to have a hell of a night. So why not treat yourself?

"thank you" you smile as he hands you the tub of icecream with a spoon . You move your legs for him to sit down on the couch next to you with his drink in his hand . But he stretched your legs back on his lap and places his free hand over them .

You and Jake had gotten pretty into the show until your cramps began to make you sweat . You couldn't sit still anymore.

You whine as you sit up in discomfort, pulling your legs away from Jake's lap, trying to find a position on the couch to soothe the pain .

"you okay?" He asks as he watched you grab a pillow and cover your lap while folding your legs , leaning against the backrest.

"cramps" you answer , eyes fixed on the tv.

"c'mere" Jake gesture for you to sit in his lap . Which you gladly did . Crawling up to him as he turned you to sit horizontally on his lap with your legs stretched out on the couch, and your head resting on his shoulder , the both of you letting out comfortable sighs as y'all made yourselves comfortable.

Jake switched his drink to his other hand , resting it on your thigh . while he began to massage into your lower back with his now free hand , making you hiss in relief .

"better?" He asks and you nod against his shoulder, your eyes stuck to the tv in front of both of y'all. But all you could think of Jake. His scent and his strong hands kneading into your sore flesh , his warm breath tickling your face , his chest raising as he breathed.

How you wanted to just turn to him and nuzzle your face into his neck and take in a deep breath of him before kissing his neck and leaving new marks on him to cover Carrie's almost faded ones .

You groan and wriggle on his lap as another cramp hits you.

"my poor girl" Jane coos , his words making your mind to blank. His voice deep and manly. HIS. POOR. GIRL?? Oh god he was going to be the death of you.

You wondered if he could hear your heart thumping out of your chest. Good thing the room was dark and only lit up by the light of the tv , or he would've been able to see how red you were .

Despite how distracting pJake was being, the two of you were actually catching onto the show.

"you want me to get you anyone one?" You ask , pointing at his glass in his hand that had been empty for quite some time . Probably because he didn't want to make you get up.

"no it's alright I'll get it" Jake says as you stand off him , he was getting up with you but you don't let him.

"I got it" you say as you grab his glass and walk off to the kitchen. You knew exactly how Jake liked his drinks.

"thanks doll" Jake takes the glass back from you as you make yourself comfortable on his lap again. Was it normal? To feel so comfortable with him?

You guessed being away from him for a while and talking about stuff really broke the barrier of awkwardness y'all had before. Y'all were never awkward before your dad died though. Jake was always your favourite.

Whenever your dad and his friends hung out to do anything, you'd be on Jake's lap . Ever since you were little. It's weird how age and time changes so much , only to bring to back to the same.

About two hours went by and you had started to drop of again. You knew Jake's thighs were probably cramping and you could easy get up and go to bed . But you didn't want to . You wanted it to last forever.

Jake didn't really seem to be bothered with you dropping off on his lap . He was busy enjoying the show with his drink , his hand firmly holding your legs with his other arms around your body as you lay on his shoulder.

Jake only realised you'd fallen asleep when he laughed at something at the tv and looked at you to see if you caught the joke too. But you were fast asleep already.

"okay let's get you to bed then" Jake smiled , knowing this was the second time in a row that you'd fallen asleep on him .

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anonymouslyangsty · 8 months

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I don't trust the Mark-Jett bromance

This isn’t as much of a theory as it is just pure speculation. More like making fanfiction via ‘theorizing’

That being said…We’re all getting real cozy with the idea of a Mark-Jett bromance. I’m also part of that crowd, because it absolutely is cute. But still, for as much as I love a good DR friendship, I can’t help but think we’re rushing into this a bit.

One of the common tropes in Danganronpa is the unlikely duo. You know, the two characters that seem like opposites who come together in some capacity, only for chapter 2 to tear them apart. Mondo and Kiyotaka, Mahiru and Hiyoko, arguably Kokichi and Kirumi (a bit of a stretch, but you get the idea) are all examples. Understandably, we’re assuming Jett and Mark are going to be the same way.

However, The team behind this game have said they’re planning on avoiding the tropes of Danganronpa. With that in mind, let’s look at this ‘bromance’.

So far, Mark does not like Jett. Jett’s dragging him along, hovering around him like an overexcited puppy. But Mark never responds positively to Jett’s presence, and barely even acknowledges his existence. Correct me if I’m wrong, but there are only three times where Mark actively interacts with Jett in some way, and they’re all negative interactions. First, Mark asks Jett if he’s listened to his music, to which Jett confidently responds that he hasn’t. Second, Mark gives Jett some sort of glare after Jett mixes his name up with Damon’s. Jett responds with something like “Sorry, I always mix guys like you two up.” Finally, Mark brings attention to Jett’s helmet, saying that “if a mask was enough to avoid the gas…” to which Jett responds defensively.

So, Jett casually said Mark’s music is good without ever listening to it, and he’s mixed Mark up with Damon, the resident asshole. And Mark’s vaguely implied that Jett’s suspicious…

This sure isn’t a bromance yet. It absolutely could become one, but it’s not there yet. I love Jett, but he is NOT making a good first impression. He’s pushy and blunt, straight up forgets Mark’s name, and is overly chipper for having just been kidnapped. Bro seems like an introvert’s nightmare.

Knowing the team’s intention to subvert Danganronpa tropes, and the fact that they’re establishing this relationship so early, I can’t help but feel that the Mark-Jett bromance is going to end on a sour note. Like a “Mark kills Jett and uses their appearance of friendship to pull suspicion away from himself” type of sour note.

In summary, they remind me of an audio I heard ages ago:

Mark: “I’m passing the phone to the girl who, if I had to choose between hanging out with her and having my organs removed one by one, I’m choosing the organs. *hands the phone to Jett*

Jett: I’m passing the phone to my best friend! *hands the phone to Mark*

#But honestly I am loving the bromance content the fandom has #just saying though if Jett dies my money's on Mark so far #jett dawson #mark berskii #project: eden's garden

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sarcastic-salem · 2 years

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Loki,

Please, don’t forget that I love you. I feel like I mess up so much with you.

I’m sorry I haven’t been a good follower lately. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to enjoy coffee with you or write you letters every day. I’m sorry I’ve been spending too much on my phone and avoiding life.

I know that’s not what you want for me.

But I don’t know what to say to you sometimes cause I feel like such a failure. You’ve never wanted me to sit down and shut up, but you’ve also wanted me to just be quiet and walk away.

You’ve wanted me to reach out, stop being stubborn, and to take care of myself the way that I should. By listening to bad pop music and buying a coloring book just to chill out with, and cuddling the cats like stuffed animals. By buying actual stuffed animals and washing the dishes and cleaning the house. At least the little things.

I feel defeated by all of it, though, and I can barely hear your voice anything. Lighting a candle or living a coffee to chill on the windowsill or writing you a letter or poetry doesn’t feel like enough anymore. Nothing feels like enough anymore.

I haven’t been reaching out. I’ve been making things worse. I’ve been sitting in pain without trying to heal, and we haven’t been talking.

Have I ever told you I think of you when I look at the sun? I know that Sol’s thing, but it always reminds me of you — a chaotic ball of fire, providing life but threatening to burn everything up one day? Doesn’t that sound a bit like you, Worldbreaker?

I’ve never understood how you got that title. Some asshole, probably. All you were doing was defending your family.

Do you know that you’re my family, Loke? I mean it when I say the cats are our girls. Cause they are — yours and mine. I hope you won’t forget us. Its stupid cause I know you won’t even when you leave, its only temporary. You always come back.

I’m just sorry that I haven’t done better lately, and I hope you realize that I still love you.

#loki #lokean #loki deity #norse god loki #god loki #norse pantheon #heathenry #norse loki #norse gods #godspouse #godpartner #godphone #letter to loki #i love you loki

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gale-7 · 3 months

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Find Acceptance Through Music as a Trans Woman

It’s 3 am. I lay there, battered and bruised from the most egregious conflict I had faced in my life, having to decide between getting a decent amount of sleep or staying up a “little” later 3 on my phone scrolling through TikTok's, I decided that I must resort to my ultimate procrastination technique to make it out of this one alive.

“Just one more,” I say as I prepare to make what should be my final scroll on Tik Tok that night; the scroll which will decide my fate forevermore.

It’s 5 am. I lay there, tears slowly creeping down my face. I have failed, but not because I kept scrolling through TikTok. On that fateful final scroll, I stumbled upon a video by a trans content creator I follow about a song called a girl like me by flowerovlove. The moment I heard this song I was hit with a wave of emotions; it had been a long time since I heard a song that resonated with me in such a personal manner. This song made me lay there for over two hours listening to it as I thought about my life and wept.

Music can be an incredibly powerful force and is a special thing to many people around the globe. People often find themselves attached to either an artist, song, or a specific lyric for many reasons. This attachment holds a special place in a person's heart that has the potential to shape and affect their lives. I know some people who I wholeheartedly believe would kill if their favorite artist told them to. This is because music seems to have this special ability to connect with people in such a personal and unique way to an individual. This is exactly what I experienced while listening to this song, it did not connect with me as just a person, but as a trans woman.

a girl like me has inherently nothing to do with transgender or queer people at all, and it is not even by someone in the LGBTQ+ community. It is a song about how flowerovlove dealt with crushes in her life where she would feel devoted to the person but also felt uncertain about how that person feels about her. However, this general idea applied to a specific part of my experience as a trans woman, and that experience is wondering if anyone will ever love me as a woman. I am very early in my transition. I do not pass as a woman. As a result of this, I am very pessimistic when it comes to how I believe people view and think of me. When it comes to random strangers, I don’t expect them to look at me and treat me like a girl, because I know that I am not what people expect a girl to look like. Although this does hurt and sadden me, it is something I’ve gotten used to, as it is kind of something you expect to happen as a trans person. However, when it comes to closer personal connections, such as love, this gets a lot more complicated.

When it comes to love, people typically only have one thing that they have to worry about with anyone they are interested in, if that person likes them back. Any relationship that I hope to pursue will always come with the stipulation of the extra worry of how this person loves me. Because of my body, I have felt like no one would truly ever love me as a woman until I could completely pass as a woman, and this made me feel like I was unworthy and undeserving to be loved as a woman, because how could they love me as a woman when I can barely love myself as one.

When I first heard a girl like me certain lyrics stood out to me such as, “Could a boy like you like a girl like me? Could a girl like you like a girl like me? Could someone like you like someone like me?” This reminded me of my situation in life and was the first time that I’d ever heard a song that related to this conflict in my life. This relation sparked my connection to this song, but it was not the thing that made me fall in love with it. I realized that this song had become popular among many queer and trans people, many of which who experienced the same exact conflicts that I was facing. This song became so well received by the LGBTQ+ community that flowerovlove began to acknowledge it by including hashtags on her posts about this song on social media, such as #queertok. She even made a compilation of videos her fans made of this song on TikTok for the Spotify music video for this song which included many queer people. As this song became more popular in the queer community, many of these people (specifically trans people) began to make posts talking about how they felt a connection to this song because of the experiences they have gone through in their life. As this happened, a significant amount of trans content creators began to talk about their experience with relationships and how they felt very similar to how I did at a point in their transition, but they now have enough love for themselves that it was able to give them confidence when it came to pursuing relationships to believe that they deserve to be loved properly. Seeing that there are so many people in all stages of transitioning who all felt seen by and related to this song helped bring me to the realization that I am not alone. Being so early in my transition made me feel distanced from my community, but through this experience and seeing how similar I am to a plethora of other trans women, with many of them being much farther in their transition than myself, made me feel like I was able to form a bond with my community. Through this, I was able to hear the advice of many trans women who had experienced life as a trans woman much longer than me. This assisted in bringing me to the realization that the most important love that I need to worry about is the love that I have for myself, as learning to love and accept yourself is the most important part of your transition.

This sense of solidarity was brought about through a single song made by an 18-year-old who did not intend to make this specific impact when she was making the song. However, flowerovlove’s main goals for her music are what helped this come to be. She wants her music to be a safe space for people where they feel free to be themselves, as she promotes ideas of self trust, love, and confidence. It was because of these ideals that I continued to listen to her music as I progressed on my journey to learn how to love myself for who I am. She is still yet to release an album, but her current discography, as limited as it is, is still comfort enough to inspire me to make progress in the next steps of my life as a trans woman.

Being trans can be a terrifying thing, especially if you are without the proper support you need, and initially coming to accept that I am trans was one of the most confusing and terrifying periods of my life. I still have a lot of work to do when it comes to accepting myself, but now that I realize that I am not alone in my journey as a trans woman, I have made larger strides in accepting myself than I ever have in my life. This song helped me get closer to the people in the world who understand me and what I am going through best, and this made me fall in love with not only the song but with the artist as well. After listening to this song, I started to listen to her other music, which all have general themes of self-acceptance and love. These songs and connection with my community have been further helping me on my journey to learn how to love myself for who I am, and that is as someone who is prouder to be who she is than she ever has in her life, a transgender woman.

#i made myself cry #transfem #transgender #queer #music #lgbtq community #gender identity #self discovery #crying on the floor #self love

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nythroughthelens · 1 year

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(This is one of the most personal pieces of writing about myself and my snow photography that I have ever shared. It includes Cure lyrics, a smattering of beautiful painful memories, etc. It was shared 5 years ago when my book New York in the Snow made it into The NY Times.)

It's early morning. I am 10 years old.

I'm sitting at the kitchen table furiously scribbling details onto a blueprint that I've painstakingly drawn over the course of the last five days.

The blueprint is for my own chocolate factory fueled by my fourth reading of Roald Dahl's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

The drawing and its details are etched onto blank newsprint sheets that my family refers to as scrap paper.

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My father fell into his job as a union pressman for the Daily News out of necessity.

He had just moved to New York City with next to nothing aside from his wife, a suitcase full of clothing, and a few dollars.

Having only completed a Junior High School level education in the poor farming community he lived in growing up, he didn't have a lot of choice when it came to joining the workforce.

When someone introduced him to the newspaper Pressman's Union, his life changed. The union took him in and trained him in the brute art of loading printing presses endlessly.

He worked nights for the next 20 years loading printing presses for the Daily News. His knees and back suffered as did his general mood. He was an irascible character that I rarely saw. But he was an irascible character that kept a roof over our heads and food in our stomachs.

In 1993, he moved from loading printing presses for the Daily News to doing the same exact thing for the New York Times. This was a huge deal for him. Even though he was still breaking his back literally and metaphorically, the clout of working for the Times vs the Daily News was enough to make him smile (a rarity) and celebrate when he got confirmation of the upward move to the Times.

I grew up with an understanding that the New York Times was a paper that held weight in the minds of many. But it was the place where other people got mentioned and written about. It was a place to admire other people, not the people I grew up with or even people like myself who were living on the bitter edges of poverty barely eeking out an existence.

Because of my father, I grew up with newspaper.

I relished the large amounts of blank newsprint scrap paper that existed in our house. It was the kindling for my escapist imagination.

On this blank newsprint canvas I would scrawl out information about my endless Dungeon and Dragons campaigns and story arcs, and draw blueprints for my future fantasy wardrobes reminiscent of the one in Chronicles of Narnia.

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It's a grim, rainy afternoon. I am 25 years old.

I have just celebrated my birthday and I am sitting on a couch I rescued from the trash at one point.

I have been living on my own for the last seven years having been disowned by my parents due to religious differences.

The only break in the loud silence of being disowned came in the form of a phone call from my mother when I was 20 years old. She called to let me know that my father died.

I start listening to a Sigur Ros album.

The music swells to an emotive crescendo. It's the type of crescendo that propagates self-reflection. I start to try to imagine my future and start bawling. It's not pretty tears that I cry but rather it's soul-wrenching ugly streams of futility and despair that pour down my face.

I've been working seven days a week in dead-end jobs for years and I am so tired.

My roommate and his girlfriend come home right at that moment. He sees me on the couch bawling and sits next to me. Without any words exchanged, we hug for a good half hour while I sob uncontrollably. I feel his ribs poking out and it reminds me of how fragile existence is.

I go to sleep that night the same way I have been going to sleep for years, recalling a blizzard that happened when I was a child.

My father had to stay home from work that night since the trains were not running. Our neighbors offered use of their sleds and my parents happily took them up on the offer.

As soon as my father stepped outside, his face erupted into a huge grin as he pulled me and my brothers on the sled through the streets of Flushing.

The wind kissed our faces and the snow swirled like confetti in a ticker-tape parade.

I looked up at the street lights and realized that in that moment, everything was full of wonder and magic.

And I returned to this moment every night for years when bedtime was the only thing I looked forward to.

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It's almost midnight. It's the Winter of 2012.

I am feverishly checking the weather forecast to figure out when the first snowflakes will fall to the ground.

I listen to The Cure - Plainsong on repeat. It's my ritual before every snowstorm.

The chimes start and as the lyrics kick in, I get goosebumps:

"I think it's dark and it looks like it's rain, you said

And the wind is blowing like it's the end of the world, you said

And it's so cold, it's like the cold if you were dead

And you smiled for a second

I think I'm old and I'm feeling pain, you said

And it's all running out like it's the end of the world, you said

And it's so cold, it's like the cold if you were dead

And you smiled for a second

Sometimes you make me feel

Like I'm living at the edge of the world

It's just the way I smile, you said"

I have felt like I've been living at the edge of the world for what seems like an eternity.

It's these lyics I hear in my mind when I walk seven or eight miles in snowstorms trying to capture what loneliness, isolation, and nostalgia have felt like trying to survive alone in New York City.

I lose myself everytime I go out in the snow.

I lose the feeling of hunger gnawing its way through my stomach for years.

I lose the crushing feeling of futility I used to feel heading to endless dead-end jobs hoping to keep the lights on for another month.

I lose the years of wondering if my family ever thinks of me.

I lose the bits of myself that suffered the most.

I lose the anger, the sadness, the loss.

I am cleansed by the flakes as they flutter in the night air and land on my nose and eyelashes.

I am, momentarily, that child in my neighbor's sled looking up at streetlights marveling at the wonder of existence.

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It's today.

I walk to the newsstand.

I open the New York Times and see my book, New York in the Snow, staring back at me.

I grin for what seems like an eternity.

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(shared before another season of sharing my snow photography)

#new york city #nyc #snow #nyc snow #new york city photography #Vivienne Gucwa

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Hey so I made a sort of One-Shot based on this post.

I'm still confused as how the idea for this came about while studying for my midterms, literally brain Y are you like this

regardless, I hope you enjoy reading this!

Differences.

Length: 1728 Words.

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>Literally so ninja<

Fishybusiness, Green:D , Zappy, more…

TheelementofGreen:D : hey is everyone done with school?

Fishybusiness: yeah what's up

Green:D : was wondering if you guys wanna hang out at the "Secret Ninja Warehouse"

Zappy: (so ninja)

HotAsFire: nah sorry, parents need me and Nya at the shot

ICEychef: Shop.*

HotAsFire: >:(

Fishybusiness: what Kai said

Zappy: yeah won't make it as well, my parents also need me at the Junkyard

Rockbottom: i can make it but it might be boring without the rest

Green:D : what about you Znae

ICEychef: Zane.*

Green:D : Zane* damn it

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ICEychef: Unfortunately I won't be able to make it today, I need to pick up my little brother from middle school, I also have many responsibilities at home along with school work, which would leave me with little to no time, not to mention our usual ninja duties.

HotAsFire: yeah that doesn't sound fun at all

Green:D : damn so no one? Well alright then

Rockbottom: i mean we have our ninja stuff, we'll still see each other today later in the night

Green:D : tru, but at the same I'd be nice to hang out with each other without also having to worry about ninja business

Fishybusiness: also true, we haven't been really able to do that recently

Green:D : maybe another day then, but like always, today at 11PM near BT, alright?

Rockbottom: sure, seems good to me

Zappy: yeah

HotAsFire: you got it fam

Fishybusiness: mhmm

ICEtomeetyou: That should suffice.

Green:D : okay, talk to yall later

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Before slipping the phone back in his Bag, Zane checked the time to figure out if he was going to be late or not.

1:27PM.

Yep, he was definitely going to be late at this rate, unless he got off the bus and started running to his brother's school.

He silently groaned to himself, cursing the traffic jam causing this delay, before zipping his white jacket back up so it wouldn't be an inconvenience while running.

"Getting off!" he called out from the back of the bus while slipping the bag on his right shoulder.

walking to the front of the bus, he gave a small "Thank you." to the bus driver before getting off.

The sounds of the street immediately assaulted his ears, countless drivers shouting at each other while honking their car horns, while ordinary people walked on the pavement and in between the cars, going about their usual day, weather it be talking on the phone loudly while covering their ears, or tugging at their dog and cats, silently listening to music while walking like some students, or simply just carrying the groceries.

(Which reminded him, he needs to get groceries today, but that can wait after he picks Echo up).

After a moment, he looked around him, trying to figure out his exact location and what the fastest route was.

He was currently just south of Borg Tower, or "BT" as his friends would call it, so he wasn't that far off from Echo.

He had all but memorised the southern half of Ninjago City along with the central part of it, something he had to do ever since Julien left with barely any warning.

He snapped himself out of thought, using the mental image of Ninjago in his head to figure out the best route, and taking off in the direction of Echo's school.

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1:35PM.

Zane was slightly out of breath by the time he got to the school, he put his hand against one of the support beams of the entrance so he could catch his breath

He was thankful for the high stamina and agility that came as a result of all of his ninja training, Master Wu's teachings couldn't have come at a better time for everyday things.

He noticed the swarm of children pouring out from the building, some running outside while dragging their bags on the ground, some talking to their friends enthusiastically about a character from a kids show, or a new toy they got, while others simply walked silently alone by themselves.

He carefully walked between the children, not wanting to accidentally trip over one of them as he made his way towards Mrs. Mystake's class.

Mystake is an old woman with grey hair that always wore a rice hat, and she just happened to be an art teacher at Echo's school, and the owner of a Tea Shop he frequented right on the edges of Downton Ninjago City.

She was good friends with Julien, and Master Wu as well, which meant more often than not, the task of getting tea for Master Wu and occasionally Echo fell upon him.

At first she was rather… rude towards him at firstbut, in her defence, she was also rude to every other customer that didn't frequent her shop.

But master Wu and his father always told him to be patient and polite with everyone, it would take a lot of time and visits for her to start being kinder to him.

and on one seemingly random day when he was visiting her shop to pick up tea for his master, she… didn't lash out on him, rather she spoke to him in a calm and collected voice, which left him and many other customers in a bit of a shock.

After that, things only improved, she slowly started warming up to him, and she even began occasionally giving him discounts or coupons, which yet again, always surprised any customer standing next to him near the counter.

He in return also started warming up to the old lady. sometimes using what little free time he has to talk with her or occasionally help around the shop in case she needed something.

He wasn't an employee at the shop, but he liked to help anyway now that he was on good terms with her, and because he enjoyed her company despite her cryptic and mysterious nature at times.

Zane stood at the entrance of the classroom, Mrs. Mystake sat on her desk drinking tea, seemingly unaware of his presence while she watched the over remaining children in the classroom, among whom was Echo who perked up upon noticing Zane standing at the entrance.

"Zane!" Echo excitedly exclaimed while getting up from his small desk and running towards him.

"Echoooo!" Zane picked up his little brother, tightly holding him and giving him a hug before setting him back down. "How was your day little brother?"

"It was fun! We learned about colour mixing today, and Mrs. Mystake helped me draw this today." Echo reached into his pockets and pulled up a folded piece of paper.

Upon taking the folded paper, Zane opened it.

He was looking at a messy drawing of himself with a round face and an overly large smile, with stick figure like legs and arms, the latter stretchered in the air.

Despite the quality of it, Zane couldn't help but laugh at the sight of it, his heart melting at his brother's adorable early attempt at drawing. He wondered if Echo would grow up to be an artist one day, it might be a stretch to assume that right now, but who knows what destiny held for his younger brother.

"This is wonderful Echo, very well done!" he said, handing the paper back to Echo.

"Can we hang it on the fridge when we get back?" asked Echo while jumping.

"I don't see why we can't." answered Zane, which earned a happy smile from Echo.

Zane turned to look at Mystake, who was watching the duo with a small warm smile.

"Thank you for watching over him Mrs. Mystake."

"ah, it is nothing Young Julien, it is my job after all." She put the tea cup down on the desk.

"Still, it is not an easy job to do, so truly, thank you." he argued.

Mystake looked at the young boy and his brother for a moment, they… Reminded her of a life long ago, a much simpler life then nowadays.

Yet despite the passing of time and the changes of life, it…all truly wasn't that bad at times.

"Hmmm, I suppose you're welcome, Young Julien."

Zane gave her a small nod before speaking. "Unfortunately me and my brother have to leave, as I have many things to attend to." he said, scratching the back of his head "I apologise for the abrupt leaving."

"That is perfectly alright Zane, take care."

"Very well, Goodbye Mrs. Mystake." he said, as he began walking out of the classroom, his brother's little hand in his palms.

Mystake looked on at the two as they slowly disappeared into the hallway.

She took pity on the older one, a boy forced to take such a big responsibility at a young age to ensure a comfortable life for the younger one.

And she felt a bit guilty for him after her own son, Master Wu came to visit her once.

On that visit, Wu talked about Zane after she had asked him if he was still recruiting people for his supposed new "Ninja Team".

Curiously, upon hearing the boy's name, she asked what he looked like and who his father was, as the name seemed almost familiar to her.

She was heartbroken after learning that it was the same Zane that had begun frequenting her shop recently.

And the same Zane Julien, son of her dear friend, Dr. Julian, who had mysteriously stopped visiting 3 months ago.

Ever since Wu's visit, she told herself that she would try and act better towards Julien's son, he had to put up with her usual 'not caring about what the customer thought' attitude for a full month while maintaining a kind and respectful attitude.

And despite her being sometimes mad at Julien for leaving his 2 sons behind without anything, she couldn't help but praise the man for the way he raised his older son, noticing two of Julien's special traits in the young boy.

His father's kindness, and patience.

And she could only hope that Zane takes care of Echo in a way that ensures he also becomes the same kind and patient person as his older brother.

And from what she has seen of Zane so far, she has full confidence in his ability to protect and raise Echo.

"I suppose it is like how they say…" she said to herself, taking another sip out of the tea cup. "Like Father, Like Son."

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Anyway that's where I'm leaving things off, hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed.

I'll most likely make a part 2, regardless if this gets a lot attention or not, but I'm still indecisive about making it into a full AU, nut only time will tell.

Thanks for reading!

#ninjago #zane julien #echo zane #lloyd garmadon #nya smith #jay walker #kai smith #cole brookstone #master wu #mystake #(potential) AU #Guy's writing

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could u maybe write one where they break up bc she thinks he doesnt love her and he thought its bc she was jealous of other girls. they stay “friends” and she says i hate you one night when shes drunk. angsty with confrontation and fluffy ending plz thanku

I hope it’s as angsty and fluffy as you wanted it to be😉🫶

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You remained in bed, pretending to be asleep while Jay walked in and out of your shared bedroom. It was barely beginning to dawn outside but he was already dressed. You listened in as he went to the kitchen to prepare his smoothie.

“I made you a smoothie too.” He said, poking his head inside the bedroom one last time.

“Mmhh…”

“I’ll be off then. See you later.”

Frustrated, you pushed the covers off you, sighing. No ‘I love you’, no kiss either. And it’s been like this for a while. You were seeing the signs clearly now but didn’t want to believe them. Jay had been so eager to win you over since the first time you two met. He was parading you around, bragging about his girlfriend. Not anymore. You didn’t even know when the last time was you did something romantic. Jay had been too busy lately, spreading himself thin. Naturally you understood when he cancelled plans or was too exhausted to do something on the weekends. But it wasn’t just that. Whenever he had free time, he spent it with his friends at the gym.

And on top of that there was no one you could talk about it with. Your friends were Jay’s friends, and you just assumed they would side with him.

“How’s your schedule looking next week?” You asked the next day in bed before he fell asleep.

“Full. I’m also shooting a music video.”

“Oh.”

“Why?”

“No reason. Go to sleep, you have to get up early in the morning.”

Without protest, he turned to his side and fell immediately asleep.

The aforementioned music video was released two weeks later. You watched it not knowing what to expect. In the end you wished you hadn’t.

Jay’s words rang in your ears. You had asked him to not have female models in his music videos anymore since it made you uncomfortable. Jay agreed right away, saying he’d never do something that would upset you.

Unfortunately, he only kept his promise for a while.

“We should break up.” You said one day casually, while watching tv.

“You’re right. It would be best if we broke up.” Jay nodded in agreement. You had no comeback, your brain stopped working.

What? He’s okay with it?

“I’d like us to stay friends, though.” He added barely above a whisper.

“We can do that.”

Despite agreeing to part ways amicably and stay friends without avoiding each other, you had a hard time adjusting. You barely saw Jay and even considered the possibility of him avoiding you on purpose.

“This won’t do! I have to talk to someone.”

You knew Kiseok was Jay’s best, and oldest, friend. Surely the two have talked about you and surely Kiseok wouldn’t avoid you like Jay did.

“Hey! Am I interrupting?”

“No, I came here to record something but I’m not feeling it tonight.”

“Can we talk? About Jay?”

“Aah. Are you already regretting the breakup?”

“I thought I would be okay but I’m not, and I thought Jay would suffer but he seems fine.”

In a different neighborhood in Seoul, Jay had the exact same idea when he called Hyukwoo to chat with him.

“Are you not busy, hyung?”

Jay shook his head, sighing deeply.

“Do you miss her a lot?”

“I never wanted to break up with her, and only agreed to it because I thought she had a hard time watching me interact with all those female models in my music videos. But now I’m not so sure that’s the reason she wanted to break up.”

“Kiseok, did he ever mention to you that he’s not in love with me anymore?”

“Why do you think that?”

“He wasn’t as affectionate as before. Maybe that’s why he agreed so quickly to the breakup.”

Kiseok shrugged, he was just as clueless as Hyukwoo who was listening to Jay’s rants.

A few weeks went by in which you didn’t see Jay at all. But then your phone reminded you of what day it was. Junwon’s birthday. You had promised him you would come. And you were pretty sure Jay would be there too.

Wanting to look your best, you picked out a dress Jay liked on you, did your hair and applied makeup generously. Who knew? Some of Junwon’s friends could be there too and you thought about impressing them to get Jay jealous.

Your plan backfired as soon as you arrived at the party. There were a lot of women invited and naturally they were all sitting next to Jay. He didn’t even register you were there. Awkwardly, you sat alone at a table, sipping on your drink. You were not a good drinker but tonight you felt like getting drunk.

At some point Kiseok sat down next to you, subtly trying to take the bottle of soju away from you. You pushed his arms away, ranting about how shameless Jay was to gather all these women around him. An idea came to mind when you saw one of Junwon’s friends looking at you from across the room.

Determined to get Jay’s attention, you walked over to him and introduced yourself. He offered to buy you a drink and you nodded, following him to the bar.

You were paying no attention to Jay, but noticed that the room had gone silent. The man next to you looked around, noticing the change in the atmosphere.

“Maybe we should go someplace else.” He suggested, putting his hand on the small of your back. But before he could lead you away from the crowd, an arm wrapped around your waist, dragging you away from him.

“Jay! What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Let go!”

“You’re going nowhere with her! Just walk away, dude.” He said to the guy instead, completely ignoring you.

“I said let go of me!” But instead of removing his arm, Jay grabbed your hand and dragged you away from the guy. Outside, the fresh air hit your nostrils and intensified the headache the alcohol had already caused.

“What is wrong with you? We broke up, remember? You have no right to tell me who I should hang out with!”

“Trust me, you don’t want to be with his guy. He’s no good.”

“Well, you might be wrong like I was wrong about you as well.”

“What’s your problem?” He yelled at me.

“You. You are my problem. I hate you. You broke my heart!” You watched as Jay scoffed at your accusations.

“I broke your heart. What about you? Have you not broken mine? It was you after all who suggested the break up. I only brought it up because I saw the signs!”

“We both know you don’t love me. You didn’t love me anymore. I don’t know why you couldn’t muster up the courage to demand a break up first so I did it instead. If it was up to me, I wouldn’t have broken up with you!”

“Wait. So you’re telling me you didn’t break up with me because you were jealous?” Jay asked slowly as you both looked genuinely confused. Finally, realization hit him and he lead you to his car, got behind the wheel and drove off.

“Where are we going.” Jay remained silent and drove back to the apartment you shared not too long ago. The apartment he willingly moved out of. The password on the door was still the same.

As the door unlocked you felt your heart flutter.

“Sit.” Jay said as he went to the kitchen to make some coffee.

You both needed to be sober for this conversation. After handing you a cup of steaming coffee, he sat down next to you, looking at you deep in your eyes.

“Was it not you who said that we should break up?”

“Yes.” You said in a small voice.

“Why did you do it? Why did you say it if you didn’t mean it?”

“I already told you I thought you didn’t love me anymore. The way you were behaving, not as affectionate as before. I’m not stupid you know!”

“I’m so sorry!” Jay finally said. “I didn’t want you to think I don’t love you anymore. I tried to keep my distance because I felt that I was hurting you with my actions.”

“Well, you promised me you wouldn’t hire female models for for music videos anymore and you didn’t really keep that promise, did you?”

“What I do professionally does not reflect how I feel about you!” He tried to argue but you shook your head energetically.

“You don’t love me, you don’t respect me if you ca-” Suddenly you stopped talking, realizing how petty you sounded. “I understand your work and what it entails, I don’t want to dictate what you should do but you have to consider my feelings too and also what others think about me. If people see that you keep being a playboy, it makes me look stupid!”

“It’s just a public image, babe. I’m not like this with you!”

“I know that but nobody else does, I feel stupid sometimes when people look at me, I can see the pity in their eyes.”

“I’ve already stopped caring what people think of me a long time ago, I suggest you do the same. You would be much happier.”

The way you smiled softly, looking up at him, melted his heart.

“So we really didn’t have a good enough reason to break up after all.”

“I guess not.”

“What are we doing now?” You asked, a hopeful smile dancing around your lips, hopeful that Jay would get your clue.

“I guess we make up!” He said, inching closer to you, before his lips touched yours.

#jay park #more soju please #park jaybum #park jaebum #park jaebeom #asks open #ask request #ask response #send me asks #ask me anything #anon request #anon ask

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Movies I watched this Week #139 (Year 3/Week 35):

2 more back-to-back re-watches of Ron Fricke’s sublime non-narrative Head trip Samsara (“Impermanence”). Spiritual poetry, gorgeous visuals, breathtaking scope. A perfect film to watch while mushrooming. 10/10. (Photo Above).

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First watch (no idea why I waited all these years) of William Friedkin’s Sorcerer, his ill-fated adaptation of Clouzot's 'The wages of fear'. Roy Scheider is a desperado transporting nitroglycerin in the Dominican jungle, together with 3 other unfortunate misfits.

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A enchanting, classic 1974 French drama, Vincent, François, Paul and the Others, my second by Claude Sautet (after ‘The heart at winter’). A group of middle class 40-something friends, lovers, husbands and wives face a series of midlife crises. Among them Yves Montand, Michel Piccoli, Gérard Depardieu and Stéphane Audran. The camaraderie reminded me of the friendship in ‘Goodfellas’ (without the crimes, violence, and immorality). 7/10.

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The big clock, my first Corporate Noir by John Farrow (father to Mia, husband to Maureen O'Sullivan). Ray Millard acts and sounds exactly like Cary Grant-Lite in this less-known thriller.

A curious visual: There's a very stylish shot at an empty executive boardroom with a giant conference table, and the only items on it are oversized personal ashtrays next to each chair.

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Val Lawton X 2:

🍿 The best movie of the week, the documentary Val Lewton: The Man in the Shadows. Produced and narrated by Martin Scorsese. A terrific biography and assessment of this melancholic producer who had the potential to become one of the biggest auteurs, but who is now barely-remembered for a series of 1940's low-budget, B-movies from RKO studio. I previously only saw his 'I walked with a Zombie', but I'm going to watch as many of the others as I can.

🍿 "...My Goodness, ain't nobody likes chicken Gumbo?..."

Lewton's first project, after he was installed as head of RKO low-budget horror department, was Cat People. "A disturbed woman", a Serbian fashion illustrator [Not too many of those] turns into a ferocious panther, after she's shown at her very first scene, littering repeatedly by throwing her discarded drawings in the streets.

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Our friend, my second film by Gabriela Cowperthwaite (After ‘Blackfish’). A sad, non-linear tearjerker, based on a real story. Dakota Johnson is dying of cancer, with her husband, two daughters, and their best friend, who selflessly stays by their side. The first film when I liked the role Casey Affleck plays. 7/10.

/ female /

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The new gonzo documentary Telemarketers reminded me of a chapter from my own life that I'm not proud of. For about 3 years in the mid-90's I sold bogus investments, gold futures, and fake ostrich options (!) over the phones in exactly the same way as the conmen in this sleazy, seedy, funny, cynical story. Except that over in Jersey they sold $35 donations and got paid $10 an hour, while we in Costa Mesa, CA got a $3,500 commission for every time we fleeced $40,000 from someone, which happened very often. So much money, and so many regrets later!

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4 more I can watch over and over again:

🍿 My 10th-15th rewatch of Edgar Wright’s brilliant Hot Fuzz.

1. If you know nothing about it beforehand, and watch it for the first time while stoned, it’s impossible to know what it’s really about until the end; the story changes style, intention, musical cue and genre from scene to scene.

2. Is the violent shoot-them-up climax, cartoonishly exaggerated, (where still, nobody dies) the most cliché-filled action scene ever?

3. The subtle musical score underlining every scene is sublime; I am going to listen/watch it again - without the pictures, just the sound!

4. Actually, the whole editing, visuals, sound editing, borrowing from dozens of prior movies, is extraordinary.

5. Every part of the dialogue - every single line - is highly quotable!

10/10.

And as always, How to do visual comedy, from ‘Every frame a picture’.

🍿 I just saw the trailer for The big Lebowski for the first time; It really ties the movie together pretty well. So I "had to" watch the movie itself again. A masterpiece on every level. Even the IMDb synopsis encapsulates it correctly: "Jeff 'The Dude' Lebowski, mistaken for a millionaire of the same name, seeks restitution for his ruined rug and enlists his bowling buddies to help get it."

I also like Wikipedia's chapter on its 'Use as social and political analysis'. With a magnificent score (which includes Dylan's 'The man in me', Gypsy Kings cover of 'Hotel California', Yma Sumac's Ataypura) and with Asia Carrera as Sherry, the porn actress.

The last sentence in it is 'Say, friend, you got any more of that good sarsaparilla?' Always 10/10.

🍿 Once again, Ali Wong’s first stand-up Baby Cobra. Funny, filthy, hardcore vulgar, very sexy; "Best pregnant comic".

🍿 Top banana, S1E2 episode from ‘Arrested Development’. From Vanity Fair’s ‘List of 25 perfect TV episodes’.

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The source, another banal documentary about a spectacular human being, ultramarathoner Courtney Dauwalter, who just cemented her status as the greatest ultrarunner of all time by the unprecedented triple crown wins of the ‘Western States 100’, the ‘Hardrock 100’, and UTMB in the same summer. Emotionally inspirational.

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The midnight gospel, an adult animated series, my first by Pendleton Ward. I saw the first episode yesterday, and I already can’t remember a single goddam thing from it.

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From Dane Sitagi’s The ballerina project: Basia Rhoden dances in the city of Chicago.

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Throw-back to the "Art project”:

Ballerina Adora.

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(My complete movie list is here)

#movies

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fnafawoundleftbleedingau · 5 months

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FNaF: Through The Static AU: Fic Sneak Peek part 7

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“Surely at the very least he could keep them around for spare parts for something else, right? Why just completely trash them?” “Do ya think he cares that much to do anything else with them?” Asked Foxy, a bit bluntly. “No.” Freddy sighed. For a few minutes, the low roar of the tires against the road and the car itself filled the silence, Bonnie eventually sat upright, and began to fiddle with the radio, keeping the volume a bit low, but at least adding the slight levity of music to the vehicle’s interior. He idly hummed along as he stopped flipping channels the moment he heard something he even vaguely recognized. “So, plans for the week?” Bonnie questioned. “Who’s doing what?” “It’s my turn to clean the common areas of the apartment this week.” Freddy replied, “But that really shouldn’t take me long.” “I’ll take care of getting our rent for the month to Mr. Cadet on Monday.” Chica replied, reaching over and nudging Bonnie’s shoulder. “And don’t forget, you agreed to help him out sometime this week since you broke one of the laundromat dryers.” Bonnie rolled his eyes, but made no attempt to deny it. “Yeah, I remember, ain’t like he’d let me forget it even if you didn’t remind me.” “I’ll be taking care of groceries this week.” Foxy responded, as the brighter city lights were slowly left behind and the dimmer, though still ever present streetlights and illuminated apartment windows became the norm. “Just don’t forget to get the good snacks this time!” Bonnie reminded him, Foxy simply rolled his eyes. “Add them to the list when we get home, and I’ll see what I can do.” He responded. Freddy shifted slightly, attempting to get a bit more comfortable for what was left of the car ride home, despite Bonnie’s seat still lowered and cutting off most of his space. He continued to listen to the banter of his friends, though, only enough to tell if he’d been prompted to speak as he simply let the rest of the noise fade into the background in favor of his own occasional trains of thoughts, and in favor of watching the world outside his window again. Winter was just barely starting to give way to early spring, as a new year had only recently begun, and it was shaping up to be yet another simple, uneventful year, as the ones before it had been; the improvised pyrotechnics earlier in the day had been the most out of the ordinary thing that any of them had experienced in some time. Of course, things weren’t always peaceful, living anywhere came with risks, the occasional bleak news story graced TVs and phone screens, some, a bit closer to home than others; yet, when it came to firsthand experiences, life for them was often simple. The restaurant was open only through three day weekends, being a place that mainly attracted customers of the younger variety, it was when the place saw the most business, and left the owner free to tend to things that seemingly held his interest far more firmly through the week. In turn, it also left the four of them free during the week as well, free to tend to various errands and hobbies, and to pick up the occasional odd job when needed to make ends properly meet. It wasn’t an exciting life, but it was theirs, and more or less, Freddy was content with that. Seemingly, his friends were as well. Though he’d tuned out on the conversation some time ago, a smile still fell into place on his features as he heard Bonnie laugh, likely at one of his own jokes, Chica spared him a chuckle while Foxy merely groaned at whatever had been said. As much as it could be, life was simple, and life was peaceful if, not for the most part, quite predictable, but things didn’t have to be filled with constant excitement to be worth living. The car, and with it, the radio died down as Foxy put it into park and turned the key backwards in the ignition, a sure sign they were home, or, at the very least a couple flights of stairs away from the front door. -CONTINUES ON NEXT POST- PREVIOUS FIRST NEXT

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