#It really just fuels the fire for these kinds of mirroring moments

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Part 10! Luffy getting absolutely flogged by an enemy in front of a crewmember is my favorite thing

Other parts: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9]

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jealous hotchner because he can’t take his brother flirting with you so he shows you who you belong to 😘😘😘 (as in he wasn’t aware he liked you like that until he saw his brother with you and realised he didn’t want sean doing to you what he wants to do to you)

ps. you are an amazing writer and i love your work 🩷

༉‧₊˚. 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 || 𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫

— pairing: aaron hotchner x plus size!reader

— summary: things change thanks to the helpful youngest hotchner (or aaron's a little oblivious but then realizes he's jealous and you guys have sex in the bathroom at work).

— warnings: yet ANOTHER pwp, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, mentioned vaginal fingering, rough sex, doggy style, backshots, mirror sex, bathroom sex, dom!aaron hotchner, sub!reader, dom/sub dynamics, kind of mean dom!aaron, he's just being a little mean, but only 'cause he's jealous, the reader is enjoying every second of it though, a lot of dirty talk, teasing, ass smacking (like once), implied oral sex at the end (m rec), they just match each other's freak.

— wc: 1048

⋆ a/n: WOW EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO AND DISAPPEAR INTO A HOLE NOW!! this is just a whole mess if i'm going to be honest, but in like... a good way. i don't know if this aaron is ooc 'cause usually he's sweet in most of my fics, but this is just a whole different ball field!

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You really, really had no idea how you ended up here, but somehow you were pulled to the side by your boss and found yourself tugged into the gender-neutral bathrooms.

Your lips were rolled between your teeth and your eyes were squeezed shut tightly in order to try to keep the sounds of pleasure from spilling between your teeth. Your hands curled into the counter of the sink, head hanging low. 

Aaron’s large palms gripped at the fat of your hips, your pencil skirt shoved up and over your waist, your panties pulled halfway down your thighs before they sat on top of your knees that were squeezed together. It was hard to keep yourself still in your heels, but you were determined to be good for him, just like he had asked.

One moment you were sitting at your desk chatting away with Sean, the youngest Hotchner brother when Aaron had come storming over, mentioning something about, “Leaving his Agent,” Alone. The tone was unfamiliarly possessive, but you would be lying if you said you hadn’t felt his brooding from atop of the stairs near his office.

You could always feel him near you, it was like your body was pulled towards the earth that was Aaron Hotchner. 

You could see it in Aaron’s face as he all but dragged his brother away from you, jaw set tight and eyes narrowed, arms crossed over his suit covered chest. They bulged out in the material and you had to keep yourself from moaning at the sight of them.

Sure, you knew Sean was flirting with you, but it was rare that men would show any interest in you, so you can’t blame a girl for taking advantage of a situation in front of her, though it wasn’t the brother that she wanted.

Anywho, that’s neither here nor there. All you know is, is that one moment you’re walking down the hallway after visiting Penelope’s cave to be dragged away by Aaron into the bathrooms and pressed against the door.

The way he peered down at you was dark and hungry, and he definitely had a goal in mind as you coward. He held you there with his body, large, broad shoulders pinning you to the metal as you peered up at him through fluttering lashes.

Your body fucking burned for him. You knew you would do anything he would ask you too.

Of course this was disorderly conduct, that it was inappropriate, and quite frankly taboo, with the way that he was your boss and you were his subordinate; and oh, you guys were currently fucking in the company bathroom.

If you were going to be honest – and nasty – that only added fuel to the fire that was your dampening core.

You had begged in a small voice, shaky hands raising to set themselves on his shoulders, fingers curling in the material to… steady yourself? Pull him closer? You didn’t know, but he just watched you.

“Tell me what you want.” The question was sultry and demanding and a shiver ran its way up your body, wracking it in its haste. “You.” You would go to whisper, gaze falling on his lips before following back up to his eyes.

He had bent you over the counter, fingering you open quickly before tugging himself out of his slacks and entering you.

“Mmf… fuck!” You couldn’t help but cry as his tip kissed your g-spot over, and over and over again. The stretch burned so good, and the coil in your stomach was tightly wound, but not quite there yet. You needed that extra stimulation and you didn’t know if Aaron was willing to give it to you.

“Shush.” He puffed harshly, the warm air hitting the shell of your ear before he tugged on it with his teeth.

“Oh God.” You whimpered, leaning back into his bites. “I need it, Aaron please… Don’t be mean.” You whined. “You’ll take what I give you. That’s the least you could do after flirting with my brother right in front of me.”

The mention of his brother caused him to punch back into you harshly, sending you forward slightly. You scrambled to tighten your hold again, another cry lodging itself in your throat.

“Nasty girl.” He growled. “What made you think that was appropriate, huh?” Another emphasizing thrust. “I – I didn’t think…” You mewled. “‘Want you only. I promise.” You said with a pout, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah? Only me?”

“Mhm.”

He studies your face before leaning forward to join your lips together. Despite the awkward angle, he holds you steady, one of hands leaving your skin to run circles over your clit.

“Gah!” Your yelp is muffled by your lips, the man all but eating it. You don’t know which fountain of pleasure to chase, hips rocking forward and backwards constantly. 

“I… I…” Your words failed you, and your eyes squeezed shut again. “‘M gonna cum, Aaron baby, can I? Can I cum?” You beg.

He forced you to meet his gaze in the mirror, strands of his black hair sticking to his sweat slicked forehead. “Do you deserve it?” He asks darkly.

You think you could cry.

“Aaron…”

“Answer me. Do you think you deserve to cum?”

“You know I do.” You breathe petulantly, but he isn’t having it, the hand your hip slapping your ass instead. “Fuck.” You sigh. “You’re lucky we're running out of time, or I would be making you beg more, understood?”

“Yes, yes! Understood!”

“Good.”

The tight circles return and you keel over, teeth digging into your bottom.

“I wish I could hear you, my pretty girl.” He coos and you cry out as you cum. Your body trembles but he works you through it.

You’re breathing heavily by the end of it, your heavy eyes meeting his in the mirror.

“You think we're done?” He asks with dark amusement. “I haven’t cum yet.”

He maneuvers your body and turns you around, and by the pressure on your shoulders, he’s trying to push you down, and you understand what he wants. You follow his wordless instructions wordlessly, staring face to face with his dripping wet cock that’s stained with your creamy cum.

“You know what to do.” Aaron encourages, and you do.

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“watch it. seriously.” “take another step towards me and watch what happens.”

hi can we have one where it is the 1st time lewis ever hurt her deeply with his words after days of giving her silent treatment without any explanation? and then reader just decided to stop trying to talk to him bcs she has tried everything b4? and then maybe decided to sleep separately or smth. HEAVY ANGST and SFW please. also, congratulations on the 500 followers!!!! i love you 🤍🤍🤍

Hi lovely, thank you for sending your request ❤️

Also, I changed the timeline of your blurb a bit (mainly because I kind wanted to give this one a happy ending). Hope it's okay

“watch it. seriously.” and “take another step towards me and watch what happens.”

Y/N slammed the apartment door shut behind her, the sound echoing through. Lewis stood frozen in the middle of the living room; the remnants of his half-packed bags scattered around as they were both supposed to be packing for Singapore.

"Seriously, Lewis?" Her voice was tight, laced with hurt and anger. "It's not even a special race, and I’m going to be with you in the very weekend anyway!"

Silence stretched between them, thick with tension. Lewis ran a hand through his hair, his frustration mirroring hers.

"It's more than just the race, Y/N," he finally spoke, his voice strained. "Everything lining up just right."

"I can’t leave my team right now Lewis." she spat, the words bitter on her tongue. "My work and my life is just as important as yours, your know!?"

Lewis's jaw clenched. "Watch it. Seriously."

But the warning only fueled her fire. "No, you watch it, Lewis!" she shouted, tears stinging her eyes. "You fly all over the world, chasing glory, and then expect me to drop everything on a dime because it might be a 'good race'?!"

He flinched, and the hurt in his eyes momentarily stopped her tirade. But the silence stretched, and the unspoken words hung heavy in the air. Then, in a low voice laced with frustration, Lewis spoke, “This isn't working, Y/N. Our schedules just don't..."

The words cut her deeper than any argument ever could. Without a word, she turned and started to walk away. Lewis caught her hands, trying to turn her around but she flinched at his touch.

"Don't," she warned, her voice surprisingly steady. "Take another step towards me and watch what happens." He froze, hand hovering in mid-air. "Y/N," he started, frustration battling with concern in his voice.

But she cut him off, the fight momentarily drained out of her. "I'll… I'll talk to you later" she mumbled, needing some space to cool down before she shredded their fragile peace even further.

 She knew she was being unreasonable. She knew Lewis just wanted her with him for support, especially on race weekends, but her own hectic schedule made it impossible for her to be there for every race, and he had always known that. Yet, the sting of his words wouldn't fade.

Hours later, when the anger had subsided and only a dull ache remained, Y/N found her way to the music room, the most likely place to find him. The door was slightly ajar, and the soft strains of his favorite playlist filled the space.

Lewis sat on the worn leather couch, his head hanging low as he tried to write something on a notebook. He looked up as she entered, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before being replaced by a heavy sigh.

"Can we talk about it?" she asked, her voice softer now.

"I'm here when you're ready" he replied, his voice gruff.

She crossed the room and sat down on the other end of the couch, gazing out the window for a moment before turning back to him. "What's so important about Singapore, Lewis?" she asked, the question heavy with unspoken hurt.

He hesitated, then met her gaze. "It's… the car feels good this week," he finally admitted. "The data, the track… everything's lining up." He paused, then added softly, "And I would really like you to be there with me, if that victory is really possible."

The air hung heavy for a moment. Then, a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Maybe, just maybe, your team could catch up virtually.

"Alright, Hamilton" she said, her voice teasing. "Looks like you get your lucky charm this weekend then."

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Chapter 59 of human Bill Cipher possibly not being the Mystery Shack's prisoner because he got executed two chapters ago:

Everything you haven't wondered about how Bill survived his execution.

7:27 a.m.

Mabel didn't know why, but figuring out when to ask Mrs. Grendinator to pull over had felt as stressful as trying to throw a ping pong ball into a passing car's open fuel door to land in the little fuel pipe. All she had to do was ask to pull over after they'd passed everything but the last truck stop, but before it was too late for Mrs. Grendinator to make the turn into the Triple Digit parking lot. That was a large window. It wasn't easy to miss. Somehow Mabel still dreaded that she'd speak up too late and Mrs. Grendinator would say she'd have to wait for the next rest stop—by which point Bill would have splatted like a bug against the weirdness barrier while everyone else passed safely through.

But she'd managed to blurt out "I forgot to use the bathroom at home. Can we pull over?"; they'd stopped at the Triple Digit Truck Stop; and Mabel made it inside before her friends could catch her.

She locked the unisex restroom door, set her backpack on the ground, opened it up, and sighed with relief when she saw Bill sitting on her sweater. She carefully pulled him out, set him on the floor, and pointed the height-altering flashlight at him.

For a moment after returning to his true size, he remained seated on the floor, legs bent, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. Worriedly, Mabel asked, "You okay?"

"Think I learned what motion sickness is," Bill groaned. "Just—gimme a sec."

"Aww, I'm sorry." Mabel surreptitiously checked in her backpack to make sure Bill hadn't been sick on her sweater. (It was a cool one. It had kissing parrots.)

After a few deep breaths, Bill lifted his head enough to look at Mabel. The first thing he said was, "'Cool big brother-slash-sister,' huh?" He gave her a queasy, but cheeky, grin.

"Shut uuup you weren't supposed to hear that!" She'd just about died with embarrassment when Candy had repeated that where she knew Bill could hear.

"I'm flattered." Bill uncurled himself from his nauseous half-fetal position; and then, gripping onto the sink for support, got back to his feet. "Being smaller again was nice, but I'm never traveling like that again."

"You're such a whiner."

"Yeah, yeah. I have a lot to whine about. I'm dead and about to be executed. Talk about... lose your cake and... not-eat it, too."

Mabel laughed. Bill mussed her hair, grinning, and said, "Hey, you've got no room to laugh, you're the one with the not-setting-houses-on-fire bit."

"Arrrgh, don't remind me!" She pushed Bill to the side so she could use the mirror to straighten out her hair again.

"You did pretty well, though! I'd say that was some of the best acting I've ever seen out of you."

"You too! They definitely bought it," Mabel said. "Even Grunkle Stan was getting worried."

"Especially back in the kitchen, wow! That was really convincing." He paused. "Really, really convincing."

Something heavy hung in the air. Mabel focused on her hair in the mirror.

Bill said, "That bit in the kitchen about me 'depending' on you." He exaggerated the air quotes around the word, distancing himself from the concept. "It wasn't on our list."

"Yeah. It just kinda... seemed right. Improv." Mabel waved unenthusiastic jazz hands.

"It bothers you."

Mabel winced. "I mean... I'm not actually mad at you. But. I want to help, but I don't know what to do for..." She gestured at Bill. "The whole being dead on an alien planet issue."

"Believe it or not, the hoodie helps," Bill said. "Listening helps." But he couldn't meet her gaze; he was fiddling with his friendship bracelet instead. He had to know how heavy even just listening to him could be.

"I'm glad, but... I just... wish you had more friends you could talk to."

Bill nodded morosely. "So do I." It wasn't like he'd chosen to only have one friend, was it? Prisoners didn't get to make those kinds of decisions.

Mabel asked, "Do you really think I think you're just a summer fix-it project?"

"I... pfff... come on, I watched you spend all last summer handing out makeovers and dating advice. You've already done my makeup, taken me clothes shopping, and tried to pump me for info on what kinds of freaks I'm into."

(Mabel quietly filed away the fact that Bill referred to "freaks" as his preferred romantic targets.)

"That's how your summer was going to end," Bill said. "You tame the monster, go home triumphant, and don't worry about it anymore. Like how you patched up Broken Heart's love life and left him to sort out the consequences."

"No!" Mabel huffed, "I mean—maybe a little at the beginning, but... you're really my friend now, I'd hate it if I never saw you again. I don't give friendship bracelets to just anybody!"

Bill kind of thought she did; but he wasn't about to argue. "Well, I've only given one person a bracelet, and I meant it." (Even more now than when he'd originally made it.) "You're never getting rid of me now, star girl. You're stuck with me forever!"

Coming out of Bill Cipher, the promise should have filled her with dread. A month ago it would have filled her with dread. But Mabel just found it comforting. "Good."

(And Ford hadn't felt any dread when he'd sworn "until the end of time," either.)

Bill took off his backpack and rummaged through it. "Now let me make sure I can keep that promise."

He took out a map of the mountains and forest around Gravity Falls and spread it out on the floor for them to kneel in front of. "You know about the spaceship buried under town? When its ring cut through the mountain, a few chunks of the ship dislodged and were buried in one of the mountains. No human has ever found them before, not even your great uncle. That's where I'll hide."

"Are the chunks big enough to hide in?"

"Sure! There's one that'd serve as a decent studio apartment. Well—the cheapest studio apartment in Manhattan, maybe. But, hey, I don't have much furniture."

On the map, he showed Mabel a route to reach the base of the cliff, tracing it with his finger. She couldn't afford to take a map with the route marked; if the adults discovered Bill's escape and confiscated Mabel's possessions, a marked map would lead them straight to him. She'd just have to do her best to memorize the route he described. "When and if the coast is clear, you can come find me there."

"How do I get up the cliff?"

"Don't worry about that. You make it that far, I'll take care of the rest."

And that was all they could afford to discuss. Mabel couldn't hide in here for long. As Bill refolded the map (and Mabel was awed to learn he was the kind of person who could refold maps correctly on the first try), and he packed the map and the height-altering flashlight in his backpack, they each tried separately to figure out how to get around to saying goodbye.

"I uh... I know you're sticking your neck out for me, kid." (Bill wasn't used to this, wasn't used to people who didn't help him due to fear or duty or lies, wasn't used to people who still wanted to help him after they knew what he was really like.) "So, thanks—"

Mabel flung her arms around him. Her voice thick, she said, "I think your manners are getting better."

"Shut up, I've always known how to say thanks." It was gratitude that was new.

"Be safe out there," Mabel said. "Don't die, or else. Remember to eat. And drink water! And do laundry sometimes."

"All right, all right. You'll find me in better health than you left me. All the sunshine and fresh air this body can take."

"I'll miss you."

Keep it together, Cipher. He swallowed hard. "Have you ever heard the song 'We'll Meet Again'?"

"Uh-uh?"

"Old war song. Look it up once you're in Portland, when you aren't busy having synthesizers pumped in your ears."

"Is it about... how we'll meet again?"

"Yes, smartypants. Look it up anyway," Bill said. "I'll miss you too."

Mabel washed her face, left the restroom, and shut the door behind her; and Bill waited in the dark while everyone left.

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7:45 a.m.

A woman with two children opened the unisex restroom door, and gasped in shock when she saw a human silhouette lurking in the dark, one eye shining.

"Hey, thanks, lady! Couldn't get the door for some reason." He breezed past her. "Careful, it sticks from the inside."

He grabbed an empty backpack for sale, and loaded it up with supplies, food, and drinks. (The good stuff, not the weak cider he got in the Mystery Shack. He was making margaritas tonight.) He headed up to the cash register... veered to a currently-unmanned register, stole a handful of loose change out of a tip jar, and timed his exit so he walked out just as a man walked in and kindly held the door for him.

####

7:55 a.m.

It was a fair walk from Triple Digit back to the cliffs around Gravity Falls. When Bill was a safe distance into the woods, he unzipped his first backpack, retrieved his flattened top hat, and popped it out; and then continued on, behatted and using his umbrella like a cane.

Even with no sleep, even just a couple of days after the worst hiking trip in history, even tired and sore from an hour of frenzied dancing, even carrying two full backpacks with one strap slung over each shoulder, even with the sky gloomy and overcast—this was the best he'd felt since Weirdmageddon.

His steps were sure, his body was unchained, and the future had opened up for him again.

####

8:00 a.m.

Mabel kept glancing out the window, back in the direction of Gravity Falls, waiting and waiting to see the light of some kind of killer laser cut through the sky.

Maybe the Quantum Destabilizer's beam just wasn't visible from this far. Maybe they'd decided to wait to execute Bill. Maybe they hadn't wasted their shot because they'd already discovered Bill and Mabel's ruse. Maybe the "enchantment" Bill had written hadn't done its job.

But if they had discovered Bill was missing, they would've called Mabel immediately, trying to find out what she'd done and where he'd gone.

Her phone sat hard and heavy and silent in her pocket.

The butterflies in her stomach didn't stop fluttering until long after they reached Portland.

####

10:30 a.m.

Plus or minus a few trees, the rendezvous point at the base of the cliff was just how Bill had remembered last seeing it millennia ago. The Trilazzx Betan proximity sensor that had been embedded in the cliff face since the ship crash was still there and still sensing, even after millions of years and a layer of stone had closed around it. He could see it behind the face of the cliff; and it could see him.

He took out the multi-tool pocket knife Dipper had "donated" to Bill's supplies, flipped out the blade, and carved his face in a tree far enough from the rendezvous point to avoid notice by anyone who found this spot, but near enough it could see anyone who showed up. He made it as accurate as he could—hat, bow, limbs, eyelashes. That would unfortunately make it easier for humans to identify the face if anyone happened to walk by, but his ability to connect to his other eyes was still weak, he needed as much of a boost as he could get. He licked the bark, leaving his saliva to connect the eye on the tree to him.

And then he returned to the rendezvous point at the base of the cliff, and, beneath the watchful eye of the proximity sensor, began digging in the dirt with his hands.

Beneath the soil, fortunately not buried too deep, was a stone shaped like a small tombstone with several symbols carved into its surface that superficially resembled common runes. Bill brushed the dirt off of his leggings and rubbed it out of the carved lines in the stone. It was lucky that today was overcast; it would make this thing a lot easier to control.

Bill took out the flashlight, removed the height-altering crystal, turned it on, and aimed the beam at the topmost rune.

The runes began glowing an eerie green.

The ground shuddered; and then a patch of ground five feet in diameter lifted up into the air, carrying Bill with it, tearing the grass at the edge of the circle, propelled by a long-forgotten enchanted stone platform concealed in the clump of dirt.

He rose to the gouge that the spaceship had carved into the mountain; and then he moved his flashlight's beam to another rune. The platform smoothly shifted to moving sideways, gliding beneath the ancient overhang. When he turned off the flashlight, the stone stopped glowing and gently settled to the ground. Bill stepped off, fished a spare shirt out of his backpack, and pulled it over the rune-covered stone so it couldn't take off if the sun came out. There was a reason this buried stone was the only platform of its kind left in the area outside of the deep mountain caverns: leave one outside on a sunny day where the light can hit its runes, and next thing you know it's zoomed out over the Pacific and is quickly rising toward space.

He surveyed the area. Every once in a while humans climbed up here just for the challenge of it, delightful little explorers they were; but he doubted anyone had been up here in decades. He stood in front of what was, to all appearances, a completely nondescript patch of stony ground; and he said, in heavily accented but intelligible Trilazzx Betan, "Let me in, you hunk of junk. Activate emergency crash protocols."

A fragment of ship deep beneath the ground stirred awake, registered the command, analyzed itself and concluded from the fact that it wasn't in space and was separated from 99% of the rest of itself that it had indeed crashed, and activated emergency crash protocols. In acknowledgment of the dire situation, it deactivated its usual authorized personnel list—there was no sense in waiting for the captain to approve new orders if the captain might be dead—accepted the command given by the unknown being above it, and opened its hatch.

Millions of years of solid stone groaned and buckled in protest at being moved; but Trilazzx Betan engineering was strong enough for the framework of a portal capable of ripping a hole between dimensions without being ripped apart itself. The stone yielded first. A hatch swung up, revealing a tilted chamber descending into the cliff.

Bill strolled confidently down the walkway. "Cancel distress signal. Disable life support's air filtering." The fragment of a ship beeped a warning, and Bill responded, "I'm aware of this planet's high oxygen content. You worry about your health, I'll worry about mine. Disable air filtering." The ship beeped a confirmation. "Reconnect to all external proximity sensors in range and display on screens one, two, and three." This broken part of the ship had once handled communications. It had a whole wall of screens. He wondered whether he could jury rig this thing to pick up human satellite TV. Nah, probably not worth the effort.

He slung off his backpacks and started unpacking.

####

12:04 p.m.

It was time.

Dipper sat on the floor and put his head in his hands. He felt sick.

He was dead. In just a few seconds Ford would discover that Bill was gone—Dipper was sure he was gone, they hadn't heard a peep from the room, Mabel must've snuck him out or left him some escape route—and then Ford would know that someone had warned Bill and Mabel, and then Dipper was dead—

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah." Dipper waved Ford off. "Just... didn't get much sleep. Little dizzy." Ford would never trust him again. Stan would be furious. They'd both be furious.

"You can go downstairs if you..."

"No no, I'm fine, I..." Dipper took a deep breath and lifted his head. "I'll face it." Better to get it over with now than to hide downstairs and wait for it. 

Stan nodded. "Good man." He wouldn't be so proud of Dipper in a moment.

Ford nodded, stood, opened the door—and Dipper buried his face in his hands again.

####

12:06 p.m.

Ford could see Bill up in the loft, hood up and shoulders hunched, back to the room. Ford could shoot Bill in the back without him ever waking up.

He climbed into the loft. Bill lay curled up in a ball, a small as Ford had ever seen him.

But it only took a moment for Ford's eyes to adjust to the dark; and even in the dim light through the stained glass window, he could tell:

The shape in front of him wasn't human. Just lumpy clothes.

Ford whipped around, heart pounding, clutching the Quantum Destabilizer's carrying case against his chest, searching for the real Bill lurking somewhere in the shadows. No sign of him. Ford had already looked on the floor level. Was he gone? How?

He was too dumbfounded to be outraged. He walked up to the dummy to pull it apart—

And saw the paper, folded in quarters, floating in the air above it. Four symbols in a cipher were written atop the paper. Ford recognized them: it was the alien alphabet of an interdimensional pidgin used as a written lingua franca throughout the Nightmare Realm and its bordering regions; it was so widespread that Ford had learned the alphabet before he ever left Earth.

The four letters read, "F O R D".

Ford plucked the paper out of the air and unfolded it.

Stanford–

I'll cut to the chase. I need your help. I don't want to die.

I'm banking on the hope that, in spite of everything you've said and done, part of you also doesn't want me to die.

You have a choice. You can walk out there, tell them I escaped, rally an angry mob, and comb everything under the weirdness barrier for me. This town's not that big and I'll need to eat eventually. We both know I can't hide forever.

Or you can tell them you finished the job. No one looks for me. No one knows but you and me.

I don't have rewards or deals to offer. You already know what I bring to the table. If that hasn't persuaded you to side with me by now, it never will. I'm not bargaining. I'm begging.

I'm asking you, as my friend, to help me survive.

Please.

· –·-– -–

Of course.

How dare he.

Had Bill planned this all along? Was this why he'd insisted he wanted to be Ford's friend? Was this why he'd saved his life? Maybe the entire rescue had been staged—the rescue, the performance of fear over a harmless phenomenon, the mental breakdown, all of it. For all Ford knew, maybe the accursed Axolotl was in on the scheme! How clairvoyant was Bill? Had he seen this moment coming?

But if he'd seen this moment coming, wouldn't it have been easier to just let Ford, his executioner-to-be, die? Ford and Dipper both, so Dipper wouldn't figure out how to synthesize NowUSeeitNowUDontium? If he'd saved them in spite of that, didn't that make it a sincere gesture?

But implication was clear: I've been a friend to you, now be one to me. A life for a life. There was nothing sincere in that. It was pure self interest.

(For just a couple of days, Ford really had thought it was sincere.)

But if the only reason Bill had saved Ford was to save himself—then why had Bill endangered his own life in the process?

With every thought Ford's paranoia pendulumed.

He should get Stan. Call the cops, confess who they'd been harboring for the past month, tell them everything, get a manhunt going before Bill could make it any further away. Even if he couldn't leave the weirdness barrier, there were probably hundreds of hidden hidey-holes Bill could dig himself into that humans had never seen—unexplored hallways in Crash Site Omega, uncharted caverns behind Trembley Falls where Bill didn't even need light to see. They could drag him back into the light, tie him up, aim the Quantum Destabilizer straight at him...

But. In spite of himself, he could still see Mabel's drawing hopefully reassigning Bill the role of a superhero. He could still see the crumpled drawing in his pocket—"I BELIEVE IN YOU. YOU CAN CHANGE!" He could still see Dipper tentatively asking whether they might need Bill someday. He could still see Bill playing teacher in the living room. And for a moment, for just a moment, Bill had been so good. He could be so good.

Why couldn't you have been this person?

Why can't you be this person?

What if he could be better? What if he could be decent? What if he could be a friend?

Ford didn't believe Bill was any better today than he had been the day he died. But—at some point, something had slowly turned over in Ford's mind. He believed that Bill could change. Not would change, not is changing, but could. And if Ford started a manhunt, Bill would never be a threat again—but he'd also never be better.

There was a point where the doubt and hope built up to a critical mass—when they became enough, just enough, to stay the trigger finger. Because once Ford fired on Bill, that was it. All chances were gone forever. It was over. If Bill was alive they could always try again to kill him later; but if Bill was dead, they could never try again to better him.

And for the first time in thirty years, Ford wanted Bill to be better more than he wanted Bill to be dead.

Ford looked at the dummy. Looked at the note.

And then he lay the note on the dummy, knelt by the edge of the loft, opened his case, and removed the Quantum Destabilizer.

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12:09 p.m.

Ten minutes ago, Bill had been in the process of emptying out his backpacks and finding nooks and cubbies amongst the alien communication workstations where he could tuck his supplies, when he'd glanced out the open hatch and noticed the beforeimage of the shot lighting up the sky.

He'd come out of his shelter to watch the moment approach; but he hadn't quite believed it until it was in the present and actually happening. The blue-white beam of the Quantum Destabilizer—its one and only shot—screamed off into the sky.

"Well, what do you know," he murmured, standing at the edge of the cliff, hands on his hips, staring out in wonder over the town. "I really didn't think you'd do it."

Ford had saved his life.

Bill crossed his arms tight and tried to convince himself he didn't wonder why.

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12:10 p.m.

Ford heard Dipper and Stan come into the bedroom and climb the ladder. He was seized by an urge to sweep away the ashes and the evidence of his trick before they could realize what he'd done.

"Grunkle Ford...?"

He forced himself to speak. "It's done."

"So... Bill is...?"

Ford suddenly realized: Dipper knew Bill wasn't in here. He must have warned Mabel, and Mabel had arranged for Bill to be alone in their room long enough to escape.

Which meant Dipper knew Bill was alive.

(Bill had written, "No one knows but you and me." Bill was covering for the kids.)

Ford turned to look him in the eyes. "Yes, he's dead."

Which meant Dipper knew what Ford had done—and knew Ford knew what he had done.

Neither one of them needed to say anything else to know what the other was thinking. They just shared a look—the two most miserable co-conspirators in Gravity Falls.

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12:25 p.m.

Bill sat cross-legged at the edge of the cliff and watched until the afterimage of the Quantum Destabilizer's shot had faded from the sky; and then he went inside his shelter, mixed the world's lamest margarita in a coffee mug, took it outside, sat again, and toasted toward the town and the Mystery Shack.

Here's to survival.

He sat outside until the gash the Quantum Destabilizer had cut in the clouds closed and it began to rain.

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1:10 p.m.

Stan had come and gone a few minutes ago, and already Ford had forgotten everything he'd said, if he'd even registered it in the first place.

His fingers had itched until he'd finally had a moment to steal down to his study, retrieve Journal 5, and bring it up to the guest room; and now for over half an hour he'd been feverishly writing down every single thing he could remember learning about Bill over the last two days. The drawing of his homeworld. His lecture on biangles and psychic powers. How polygons inherited their sides. (Their royalty sounded nigh on Habsburgian; had their political system ever changed?) What little details Bill had let slip about where Edward Bishop Bishop's book was wrong. (Had he told Mabel more about their relationship? He'd have to ask when she was home.) How Bill signed his letter: "· -·-- --", Morse code for "EYM," was it an acronym, was it a code, what did it mean, why did he write it in two colors? How Bill spelled Mabel's name in alien alphabets: Mabelle, Maybell, the varying extra letters. How Bill danced: how he struggled to cross his ankles, how he turned out his feet, how his spine and shoulders never bent, how the complex ways he tilted his legs and pelvis compensated for his stiff spine.

If Bill was sticking around a while longer, then these details still mattered.

He refused to forget a thing.

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Sunday, 12:02 a.m.

As "We'll Meet Again" finished playing, Mabel turned off her phone, put it back on her nightstand, and wiped her eyes again. Big stupid dork couldn't even say this himself, he had to hide it behind a song. 

Yes. They would meet again. Law of attraction. Believing it was the first step to making it come true.

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10:20 a.m.

The fearful butterflies in Mabel's stomach had slowly returned during the drive home from Portland. No one had texted her—was that a good sign?—but she was afraid it just meant they'd decided to let her enjoy the rest of her trip before letting her know she was grounded forever for helping Bill escape. When they'd all greeted her at the door, looking so somber, and she was sure she was about to get the bad news, she'd just had to keep acting normal and hope she wasn't gonna get in more trouble for playing dumb.

The last thing she expected Stan to say was, "Weshotim."

"Say wha?"

"We got that—space gun of Ford's working. We shot him. He's... I'm sorry, sweetie."

Mabel stared at Stan. That was impossible—there was no way they'd found Bill. But—if Stan believed he was dead...

She dragged her gaze from his face to Dipper's. Dipper bit his lips, staring at his feet. He wouldn't meet her eyes—too afraid that even looking at her would give something away.

She looked from Dipper to Ford. "Grunkle Ford?" She tried not to hope. "Is it true?"

There was no way he'd believed the dummy was real. The moment she'd read Bill's so-called "enchantment," she'd known making it believable was never the point. Bill's only real plan had always been to get Ford on their side.

For a long moment, Ford said nothing. He dragged his eyes up to meet her stare, took a deep breath, and nodded. "He's dead."

Mabel's eyes widened. Two days ago, Ford had been the one arguing that killing Bill was their only choice. If he'd changed his mind...

If anyone said anything else, she didn't register it in her excitement. She backed out of the doorway, leaped off the porch, and ran around the shack, looking for her bike. 

She had to see Bill immediately.

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10:21 a.m.

Quietly, Dipper asked, "Did we do the right thing?"

Ford didn't know. His stomach had been twisting with guilt and doubt since yesterday. His conscience had kept him up half the night. "I hope so."

He feared they'd have second-guessed themselves no matter what.

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2:30 p.m.

Bill was asleep. He'd been sleeping off and on for most of the past day. This was the first time since he'd died that he had somewhere safe to sleep—somewhere nobody could touch his vulnerable body, nobody could move him, drown him, kill him.

And this was the first time he hadn't been helpless and sightless.

In his sleep, he saw his own body, curled up on the tilted floor against a wall, on top of the sleeping bag and under the Pony Heist bedsheet, from an eye he'd drawn on the ceiling.

From another eye he'd drawn on the wall, he saw the ship's open hatch, the overhang above, a small sliver of the gray drizzly sky over Gravity Falls.

And from his eye on the tree, blurry and fading as the rain washed away his saliva, he saw a human-shaped mass of raucous colors exploring the pit in the ground left behind by his hovering platform.

A human? He sat up with a gasp and looked at the screen displaying the proximity sensors. Sure enough, the sensor at the base of the cliff was displaying a Mabel-shaped silhouette.

He grabbed his flashlight and climbed out of his shelter.

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"Kid, what are you doing out out here?!"

Mabel looked up. Bill was some twenty feet above her and quickly descending on what looked like a chunk of flying dirt the same size as the pit in the ground she'd been inspecting. "Bill!" She leaned her bike against the cliff face. Finally—she'd been wandering around in the trees forever trying to figure out where Bill's rendezvous point was hidden.

"It's pouring rain," Bill scolded. "You could lose your immune system or—or slip in the mud or something."

"Wow, nice to see you too, mom." Mabel ran up as Bill landed his floating chunk of ground.

"Hey, I don't want anything happening to my favorite human!" He scooted over to make room for her on the platform. "Just couldn't wait for a sunny day to meet again, huh?"

"Psh, come on! Like you meant that literally." Near Bill, the rain had mysteriously stopped landing on Mabel. She looked up and saw the rain simply parting in the air over Bill's head.

He noticed her glance and said, "Did I ever teach you the spell to repel rain? Remind me to do that before you go." He pointed his flashlight's beam at a rune on a stone rising from the platform, and it lifted off again. "Nice sweater today." He poked one parrot-winged sleeve, its bright colors darkened by the soaking rain. "It probably looked better dry."

Mabel smacked away his hand. "Bill, guess what! Grunkle Ford decided to protect you!"

"I know, I saw the wasted shot from here." He steered the platform onto the cliff. He landed it next to a hatch that opened into a subterranean tunnel. "Of course, I always knew he would. Didn't I say we'd pull this off?"

Sure he'd known. That was why he'd lied about what the "enchanted" paper really was so Mabel wouldn't worry.

Mabel followed him down into the metal tunnel. "Do you know what this means? You can come back to the shack!"

Bill turned to stare at her in bewilderment. "Why would I want to do that?"

"Because... it's safe now? They're not gonna kill you?" Mabel squinted. "Why's it so dark in here?"

"Oh, right. You need this." Bill offered the flashlight.

Mabel turned it on. They were in a metal chamber, about half the size of the Mystery Shack's floor room and nowhere near as tall. One end of it had been torn off and dirt and stone served as the new wall. Most of the walls were dominated by heavy metal consoles, curved metal chairs, and screens, a few of which were on but flickered irritatingly. One chair still had a fossilized alien skeleton in it. Bill had put his top hat on it.

His supplies were piled haphazardly on consoles and the floor; all Mabel saw in his food pile was shelf-stable junk food and drinks. The air somehow felt more damp in here than it did outside with the rain. The chairs didn't have cushions, the floor didn't have carpet; everything was hard and cold and dark. She didn't even see a door for a bathroom in here. This was where Bill was staying?

"The Mystery Shack is safe for now," Bill said. "Just wait until Stanley decides to take another swing at me, or Dolores poisons my dinner again—or Ford changes his mind, dunks me in the bathtub, and doesn't let me back out."

"They wouldn't..." Mabel trailed off. She tried to imagine how mad Stan would be when he found out Bill was alive, and had to concede he might.

"Even if it was safe—why would I go back to that sorry makeshift prison?" Bill hopped up into one of the tilted alien chairs. There was a weird extended bit designed for alien anatomy that curved up at the end of the seat and forced Bill to straddle the chair rather than sit in it normally; it didn't look comfortable. "After almost a month and a half, I'm finally free!"

"Free inside a tiny bubble around the town," Mabel protested. "To live in a... weird little metal dirt room."

"Freely moving inside the entire barrier is a lot better than freely moving through half a shack! Surrounded by people who want me dead! I don't even get full privacy when I'm using the toilet—that's the bare minimum humans offer as basic respect! You don't know how many times I've been walked in on!"

"Do you even have a toilet here?"

Bill hesitated. "There's a—there are gas stations within walking distance."

"How are you gonna get into the restroom?"

"Fine, I'll dig a pit or something, all right? The point is, whatever I do, at least I can do it in freedom!"

He hadn't planned this through at all, Mabel realized. He'd only thought as far ahead as finding food and shelter that would last him the next couple of days. "But..." She gestured at the pathetic room around them. "The shack's got a proper roof and a shower and real food—wouldn't that be better than this?"

Bill scoffed "Only humans care about roofs and showers, and the idea of 'real' food is a social construct I reject!"

He'd be miserable here. Mabel couldn't let Bill do this to himself. "Then don't you wanna be in the shack with your only friend on Earth?" She gave him a pleading look. "Would you really rather spend the rest of summer in some dumb old busted alien ship?"

There was a flash of light reflected in the dark as Bill's eyes turned away from Mabel.

"Bill?"

He didn't respond. He trudged past her, halfway up the walkway out of the ship, and stopped there, his back to Mabel, hands on his hips, staring out into the rain. He sighed. "Kid, you're trying to give me Stockholm syndrome."

"I don't know what that means."

"It means I'll think about it," Bill said, voice flat. "Go back to the shack."

Before Mabel could move, Bill said, "Hold on. Let me teach you that umbrella spell first." He turned and descended back into the ship. "And when's the last time you ate? Human bodies act pathetic if they don't get glucose every three hours. Get some lunch, it's a long bike back to the shack." He gestured at his meager food supplies.

She rummaged through the foil bags and colorful boxes and grabbed some Chipackers and sour gummy dolphins.

Bill sat near her, grabbed a bag of jerky for himself, and said, "And tell me about that concert you abandoned me to my doom for."

####

4:00 p.m.

Bill escorted Mabel down off the cliff—and, at her request, let her borrow the flashlight and wiggle the floating platform back and forth a little as they descended. He took back the flashlight when she nearly crashed the platform and killed them both.

"Where'd this come from?" Mabel asked, poking the stone. "Did the aliens make this, too?"

"Nope! This is good old local Earth magic. Ever hear of Caterpillar Man?"

"Is that some kind of superhero?"

"Afraid not. Well—ever hear of Grendel?"

"Uh-uh."

They were nearly at the ground now. "I think I'll tell you next time."

As the platform lifted him back up, Bill watched Mabel wheel her bike through the trees, slowly heading toward the main road back into town.

For a midsummer day, it was chilly in the rain.

####

Monday, 1:03 a.m.

And it was even chillier in the post-midnight dark when he knocked on the Mystery Shack's door.

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(Eager to hear what y'all think now that you've seen the full story of how Bill survived—last week once Dipper and Mabel's roles were revealed, I think most folks thought that fully explained how Bill faked his death. ;) Next week is probably a double length chapter, because there's no graceful way to break it in half and also it'd be nice to get this plot arc wrapped up before The Book of Bill comes out lmao.)

[five-miles-over]

Hi Mun 👋🏼 just found your blog off some tags lol

I would love it if you could do an age gap hc for joker? How would Arthur deal with developing feelings for a partner who is 10 or even 15 years younger than him?

Thank you so much!

Thanks for your patience, anon! I truly appreciate it. Also, Arthur's head canon turned into a bit of a fic, so I apologize for that.

Headcanon: Arthur Fleck Having an S/O Younger Than Him

"ID Please."

While Arthur accompanied you to the grocery store after your shift at work, you bought a bottle of wine to enjoy with the dinner you planned to cook for Arthur. He was coming over to your apartment for the first time, and you wanted to spoil him with a recipe you saw on a cooking show. So you bought all the ingredients, and a bottle of red.

The cashier glanced at you. "You're twenty-two huh? You look like you should be in high school."

You shook your head, flustered. "Um...thanks?"

After paying, you quickly left the store with your bagged groceries. But just when you reached for Arthur's hand, he flinched.

You didn't think much of it at first, but when you tried to talk to Arthur about something, he simply shrugged it off and said it was nothing

The truth is that, Arthur was still processing the fact that you were in your early twenties.

He knew you were a young beautiful woman, smart and kind. A total catch. And that part of Arthur, the part of his mind that told him he was an outcast and fed him nothing but negative thoughts, constantly said, "She could do so much better than you. You don't deserve her at all. She's the whole package, and what are you? Just some guy who can't even take her out to dinner."

He tried to hold it back as he saw other, bigger guys in Gotham walking with their partners, giving them bouquets of flowers wrapped in shiny plastic and other gifts, telling himself that someday he would do exactly that with you. But knowing that you were at ten years younger than him? That was just more fuel to the fire burning inside him.

"She's got her whole life ahead of her. She's going to find someone better, wait and see." The negative thoughts materialized again. "She's just with you out of pity. Date the sad clown, maybe she just wants to fool around. Wait and see. She's going to meet someone with a lot of money, a lot of status...She'll marry him, and when they're all sitting around at cocktail parties, she'll laugh about the time she dated a sad clown. And say she dodged a bullet."

"Arthur?" You tried to get his attention, and repeated his name a couple of times. "Arthur?"

Arthur, seemingly lost in thought, didn't respond until you stood in front of him, stopping him from crossing the street. "What happened?"

"Nothing," he lied. You crossed your arms, not having any of it. And this made Arthur laugh a bit, not out of amusement but out of fear. "Nothing, really," he lied again between laughs.

"Just tell me."

After a few moments of silence, Arthur simply asked. "Are you really twenty-two?...You're twenty-two."

"Yes. I am."

"That's young."

You shifted your weight to one foot. "I know that."

Arthur mirrored your gesture and swallowed. "So...well, I don't care. It's just young."

"I'm not that young," you rebuffed.

"Young enough that the cashier thinks you're in high school."

You put your hands on your hips, still carrying the bags of groceries. "Is that what this is about? He wasn't hitting on me!"

"No, but someone will," Arthur raised his voice a little. "You're young, what the hell do you know?"

"I know that you're my boyfriend and I love you. I don't care what some cashier says about me, and neither should you."

He shook his head. God how he loved the way you'd get so stubborn about your opinions. It was one of his favorite things about you, but right now, in this moment, it made him even more annoyed. How could you say such a thing, lying through your teeth? And with those three special words? "Bullshit," Arthur muttered, walking away from you to cross the street.

You followed him, huffing with your groceries. "Arthur Fleck, what is wrong with you?! Can't you just...Why are you so mad? Nothing happened! I'm still the same person I was twenty minutes ago."

"No. You're twenty-two." He turned around and lashed out. "You're twelve years younger than I am. What the hell's wrong with you? Hanging around with some old clown, waiting until some rich guy makes you his wife and you can leave me behind!" Your eyes widened. "Is that what you think of me?" Your lips quivered and tears formed in your eyes. "Is that seriously what you think this is, just...hanging around? Oh my god." You looked down as you felt a tear roll down your cheek.

Arthur visibly softened, reaching his hand out but stopping himself just before he could touch you. "I'm such an idiot," you sniffed. "You're right, what do I know?" "I'm sorry," Arthur sighed. "I didn't mean to make you cry." Arthur looked down, into your eyes. "I...was just shocked that you were younger. I thought it would...I don't deserve you. You're great, you're a perfect girl and I don't deserve you." He added, "I love you so damn much."

"I love you too," you looked up. "And I don't want to leave you." He laughed for a few moments with pain in his eyes, and bit the inside of his cheek to quiet down. "I'm so sorry," Arthur repeated and put his hands on your shoulders. "Oh my god, please don't cry. I'm so sorry." He took your grocery bags in his hands. "Let's go."

You and Arthur went back to your apartment, and didn't talk about your age for the rest of the night. But you did spend the evening together, telling each other - and showing each other - how much you really loved each other.

Joker Having an S/O Younger Than Him Would Include...

In complete contrast to Arthur, Joker finding out you were ten or fifteen years younger than him would excite him

He'd turn it into a complete kink, calling you his "personal little baby doll"

Whenever you'd go out, you'd be on his lap, him stroking your thighs and your hair.

Unless you were absolutely against the aesthetic, Joker would love to dress you in coquettish clothing - plaid mini skirts, knee-high white socks, white and pastel blouses that he would ruin with grease facepaint while making out with you, and corsets he would rip off you before having his way with you

And if you ever called him "daddy"? Watch out and be prepared to be dragged into the most private area by the Joker. Hope you didn't have any plans for the next...hour

In general, the Joker would be extremely protective of you, keeping his arm around your waist while you walked.

He'd spoil you with anything you ever wanted, acting almost like your sugar daddy while you window shopped.

And when it got cold, he'd put his red suit jacket over your shoulders saying, "Daddy's not going to let his baby doll freeze."

[inkmonster21]

Hi there. 👋 I was wondering if I could request something for Noa. The human reader thinks she's not contributing well to the clan and is just in the way. But that shes not good enough for Noa. As shes just an echo, so she leaves during the night. And Noa goes crazy because 1, she left, but 2, SHE LEFT. And he is determined to find her and reassure her that what she does is enough. Enough for him. Even when she refuses. But please make it a happy ending. :)

You are Enough

Noa x Human!Reader!

I may have cried a little… 🥲

~

Noa stretches and rolls over, his strong arms encircling you, pulling you close to his chest. He nuzzles his face against your hair, inhaling your scent deeply. The crispness of the morning air contrasts with his warm embrace, creating a comfortable cocoon of warmth and affection.

Noa lets out a soft rumble of contentment as you hum against his chest, feeling the vibrations through his body. He tightens his hold on you, wanting to keep you close for as long as possible. His hand traces small circles against the small of your back, his touch gentle and loving.

He speaks, his voice just above a whisper. "I have to hunt with Anaya," he murmurs in your ear, his touch lingering on your skin. Even with the task ahead, his voice holds a hint of reluctance, knowing he has to leave your embrace.

You smile in his warmth. Running your hands up his neck, you nuzzle into him. “So what you’re telling me,” You wrap your legs around him, “we don’t have a lot of time.” You smirk.

Noa's breath catches in his chest as you wrap your legs around him, your touch igniting a fire within him. He can't help but let out a low rumble of desire, his eyes darkened with a hunger that wasn't just for food. "I suppose you are right," he whispers, his voice hoarse with longing. Noa's hands grip your hips, pulling you closer, his body pressing firmly against yours. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, his desire growing with each passing moment. The knowledge of his impending departure only heightens his urgency, as he devours you.

Noa's love for you was profound, a deep and intense emotion that burned within his chest. He loved every aspect of you, the things that made you human just as much as the parts that mirrored his ape nature. Every laugh, every touch, every moment shared - it all fueled his love for you even further. As you lay together in each other's arms, Noa's heart ached with the weight of his love and devotion. His mind was filled with thoughts of you from morning to night. He wanted nobody else, he needed nobody else. In his heart, you were the only one, a fact he knew with absolute certainty.

Yet despite everyone accepting you to stay, you still doubt yourself. Your feelings of inadequacy. In Noa’s eyes, you were perfect, but he understood that your human nature made it difficult for you to see yourself as an equal to the apes.

With a determined spirit, you leave the safety of the nest. You were filled with determination. You were going to prove your worth, to show that despite being human, you could still contribute to the clan's survival.

You first to go the elders, offering your help to their needs. They kindly dismissed your help, but welcomed you to sit and talk.

You then go to Dar. Asking if she needed any help with the young. She kindly dismissed your request. “You must rest, Echo…” she says softly with a kind smile.

You tried everyone, every job offered, and you got dismissed. Dejection sets in your chest as you are refused time and time again. Was there truly no place for you in this clan?

Your journey throughout the clan only fueled the doubts that had been eating away at you. As each effort to assist was turned away, the thought that maybe you really weren't suited to be a part of Noan's world began to solidify in your mind. The realization that your relationship with Noa might be nothing more than a fleeting fantasy was a bitter pill to swallow.

Your heart feels heavy as lead as you pack your few belongings into a small bag. With a sense of resignation, you mount the horse, a silent determination within you. Despite the hurt and disappointment that weighed heavily on you, you couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, leaving was the right decision.

Your thoughts are filled with self-doubt as you ride away. It seemed that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't find a place within the clan. The realization that you couldn't contribute to the clan's survival, that you couldn't build a future for them, weighs heavily on your shoulders. As you ride into the unknown, a sense of sadness and regret fills your heart, but your resolve to distance yourself from the clan remains strong.

As the trees swallow up the sight of the clan, your heart aches with a deep pang of sadness. You know you're moving further away from the only place you've known as home for some time. Each stride of the horse marks the distance between you and Noa.

Noa dismounts from his horse, a smile of satisfaction on his face from the successful hunt. As he looks around, he doesn't immediately see you, and a pang of worry shoots through him. He scans the surroundings, searching for any sign of you.

He embraced his mother. Asking if she had seen you. Dar furrows her expression. Thinking back she had not seen you since you came to ask if she needed your help. “No, son. She may be resting.” Dar said knowingly.

Noa furrows his brow as his mother responds. He couldn’t understand why you hadn’t been seen by anyone. He wanted to see you, to hold you in his arms and bask in your smile. “Maybe,” he replies, but deep down he has a sense that something isn’t right.

Noa searches high and low throughout the entire camp, his anxiety growing with each passing minute. He asks every ape, but none have seen you since the morning. Panic rises in his chest, fueling the fire in his heart.

Noa approaches your shared nest, hoping to find you sleeping peacefully inside. However, as he enters, he’s met with an eerie silence. The once cozy and comforting space feels vacant. He notices your absence, the lack of warmth that once filled the nest. As his eyes scan the space, he notices that your personal belongings are gone, sending a cold chill down his spine.

Noa emerges from the shared nest with a sense of urgency. His heart begins to race as he calls out for you, his voice desperate and anxious. "Has anyone seen her?" he hollers, his eyes searching the faces of every ape present.

Noa’s heart sinks as no one responds. The silence is deafening, no one claiming to have seen you since that morning. A sense of dread washes over him as he realizes you’re nowhere to be found. Dar’s concern only heightens as she sees her son stumble backward. She rushes to his side, her hands instinctively reaching out to steady him. "Noa, what's wrong?" she asks, her voice filled with worry.

The anguish in Noa’s voice pierces through Dar’s heart as he utters your name, his worry evident. "She's gone...I can not find her," he repeats, his voice trembling slightly. The pain in his words is palpable, and Dar can see the distress etched on his face.

This thought weighs heavily in Noa's mind. It didn't make sense. Why would you just leave? There had been no argument between the two of you, no reason to believe you'd want to leave. Could this be some sort of misunderstanding? A miscommunication? Confusion mingles with the dread that churns in his gut.

Noa turns towards a voice, a new sense of dread washing over him. "A horse is missing," the clan member hollers, his words sending a shiver down Noa’s spine. The realization that you might have left on one of the horses only fuels his worry and confusion more. Noa leaps onto his horse in a single bound, determination etched on his face. His only focus is finding you. Without a moment's hesitation, he urges his horse forward, galloping off into the woods. The darkness doesn't deter him; his determination to find you propels him onward.

Into the darkness of the evening, Noa's voice cuts through the air. He calls out your name again and again, his voice filled with desperation and longing. Each time he yells, his heart pounds in his chest, hoping for a response, a sign that you’re close. But only the silence of the woods answers, the growing darkness adding an element of danger to his pursuit.

Noa's search is further hampered by the sudden storm. As thunder claps loudly overhead, rain begins to fall, soaking him to the bone. But he doesn't relent. He continues to call your name, his voice now battling against the storm. Noa pushes forward through the rain, his body growing cold and weary. The rain only heightens his concern and worry for you. He can’t help but think of how vulnerable you are outside in this storm, hoping that you’ve found some form of shelter.

Noa's eyes widen as he catches sight of you, huddled under a broken tree, soaked and shivering. A mix of relief and worry washes over him, and he quickly dismounts from his horse. He makes his way over to you, moving with a sense of urgency. Noa crouches down beside you, his expression filled with worry. The rain continues to pour around you, but his focus is solely on you. He reaches out a hand to gently touch your shoulder as if to assure himself that you’re really there.

You shake your head, scooting away from his warmth. “And here you are saving me.” You roll your eyes at yourself. “I’m pathetic.”

Noa's heart sinks as you shrug him off and scoot away from him. His concern only grows as you berate yourself, calling yourself pathetic. He can’t help but be hurt by your actions, but more than that, he’s confused. Why are you pushing him away? Why had you left in the first place?

He studies you for a moment, his eyes taking in the sight of you shivering with cold. He wants nothing more than to pull you into his warm embrace, to shield you from the rain and the cold. But he knows something's holding you back, something’s making you pull away.

“Will look at me?” he implores, his voice gentle but filled with a desperate plea.

You sniffle and look at him. Tears in your eyes. “I’ll never be good enough.”

Noa’s heart aches as he sees you sniffle and cry. He wants to argue against your words, to tell you how much value you have, how much you mean to him. But he can see that your feelings of inadequacy are deep-rooted and not easily dismissed. He takes a tentative step towards you, the desire to comfort you growing stronger with each passing moment.

“Why do you think that?” he asks softly, his voice filled with earnest.

“I ask everyone in the clan if you need help and they just dismiss me. I can not do anything as well as an ape. How am I supposed to stand by your side when I am so weak?”

Noa’s heart softens as he hears your words. He can sense the frustration and helplessness you must feel, the feeling of not fitting in or being enough. He wants to reassure you, to tell you that your worth isn’t defined by your strength or abilities.

“You are not weak,” he says firmly, his voice filled with conviction. He closes the distance between the two of you, crouching down once more to look you in the eye. “You don’t have to be like an ape. You are human. You are you. And that is enough.”

Noa reaches for your hands, gently taking them in his. His grip is firm but gentle, a silent plea for you to truly hear his words. “You are loved,” he says, his voice quiet but firm. “You are loved by eagle clan... you are loved by me.”

Noa's plea rings out in the steady downpour. He wants you to come home, back to the safety and warmth of the clan. He wants you to be with him, where he can protect you and care for you. But most of all, he wants you to understand that you belong. "Please," he adds, his voice laced with desperation. "Come home."

As you reach out and take Noa's hand, a wave of relief washes over him. He gently closes his fingers around yours, his grip firm and reassuring. He can feel the coldness of your skin against his and immediately he pulls you closer.

As you and Noa return to the clan, hand in hand, you're met with smiles and open arms. The apes, who had been worried and curious about your sudden absence, are now filled with relief to see you returning unharmed. They gather around, greeting you with hugs and words of concern and worry. Noa keeps a protective arm around you, his presence a constant source of reassurance.

As you stand among the apes, surrounded by their acceptance and warmth, you realize you have a place in the clan. Your fears and doubts slowly start to fade away. With Noa by your side, a sense of belonging washes over you. You’re where you’re meant to be, right by Noa's side.

[sailorstar9]

With Sisters Like This...

Growing up, Y/N's relationship with her younger sister, Yasu, was a roller-coaster. Love and hatred intertwined so tightly, it was hard to to tell them apart.

When the girls were little, it was all giggles and secret sharing. However, as they grew into teenagers, everything changed, especially when a certain redhead speedster came into the picture. Chigiri Hyoma wasn't any guy; he was the one Y/N would end up marrying.

“Seriously, Y/N, you can't still be mad about that high school graduation thing, can you?” Yasu teased, trying to brush off one of their biggest fights in high school. It was naturally about Chigiri; she had tried to ask him out right after he'd asked Y/N. “Yasu, some things you just can't get over.” Y/N sighed. Y/N wasn't one to hold grudges, but it was that moment that marked the start of the sisters' strained relationship. Y/N and Yasu's family dynamics merely added fuel to the fire. With Yasu as Daddy's precious princess, their father automatically sided with his favoured daughter, while their mother tried to stay neutral; which usually meant siding with neither or just nodding in along with her husband.

Nishioka Hajime, one of Chigiri's Manshine City teammates and Yasu's new husband, was often the only buffer when things got too heated at the dinner table.

“Why can't you just see she's trying to stir things up again, Father?” Y/N turned to their father during a family dinner, frustrated by his blind spots. “Come off it, Y/N.” Yasu piped in. “You're just too sensitive.”

Fast forward to Y/N and Chigiri's wedding... It was supposed to the happiest time of Y/N's life, except that Y/N could not shake off her anxiety about Yasu's role in the wedding. Given their history, inviting her felt like inviting chaos. But Yasu was family and Nishioka was Chigiri's teammate. Despite their past, Y/N had hoped they could put it all behind them. However, as the wedding day drew near, Y/N could feel the growing tension of unspoken words and past grievances, especially when Chigiri informed both families about the decision for a small, intimate ceremony.

Yasu, on the other hand, wanted something grander and showier and started pressuring Y/N to hold the ceremony in the city hall, only to have Y/N stand her ground, insisting on a garden ceremony.

On the day of the wedding, Y/N was already in her wedding dress, the makeup artist putting on the final touches of the bride's makeup when Yasu walked in, her smile a little too tight.

“Need help with the dress, sister?” Yasu asked, her eyes flickering with an indescribable expression.

“Not really.” Y/N replied, turning back to the mirror.

At that moment, with a hushed tone that chilled the air, Yasu dropped her bombshell. “You know, Hyo-kun told me he's having second thoughts. He confessed he's in love with me; he wants to elope with me, just the two of us.”

Y/N steadied her breath, her reflection now looking every bit of a distressed bride. “Yasu, what are you talking about? If this is a joke...”

“This is not a joke, Y/N.” Yasu answered. “Why would I lie about something like this? And on your wedding day?”

“I need to hear this from Hyoma's mouth.” Y/N stood up.

“Sure.” Yasu grinned. “You can ask him. But do you want that kind of drama right now?” her eyes held a dangerous glint. “Think about it, Y/N. All of these people out there...”

“Then, let's clear this up right now.” Y/N pulled Yasu with her and headed out. “If what you say is true, Hyoma won't mind saying it right in front of everyone.”

“But...” Yasu faltered.

“You were the one who started this, little sister.” Y/N reminded.

“Everything okay?” Naoko, Y/N's best friend, approached the sisters.

“Just want to confirm something.” Y/N replied, walking over to Chigiri who was talking to the officiant at the arbour. Seeing the redhead's smitten look, Y/N realized Yasu's deceit; hurt that her sister would go this far.

“Hyoma,” Y/N pulled her husband-to-be aside. “Yasu has something interesting to share; about you two eloping.”

“What the...” Chigiri blinked in surprise. “Yasu, what did you tell her?”

“I just...” Yasu stammered. “I thought...”

“You thought what?” Y/N fired back. “That you could ruin this day for us?”

“Calm down, love.” Chigiri rested a hand on Y/N's wrist. “Yasu, there's nothing between us. I believe you own everyone here, especially Nishioka, an explanation.”

At that moment, Nishioka came in, the look of hurt was enough to tell Yasu that he had overheard the tail end of the conversation. “Yasu, just tell us what is going on. Why would you say something like that?”

“I thought it was true...” Yasu stammered.

“You thought or you hoped?” Y/N retorted.

“Nishioka, I'm sorry you had to find out this way.” Chigiri looked over at his teammate. “I had no idea Yasu would go this far.”

“This isn't just about today, Yasu.” Nishioka addressed his wife. “It's about every lie you spun. How many more are there?”

“Hajime, I...” Yasu's usual composure crumbled under the weight of her own deceit.

“Perhaps we should give them some space and continue with the ceremony.” the officiant stepped in.

With a nod, Chigiri clasped Y/N's hand in his and turned back to the alter.

The days following the wedding was tumultuous; Y/N's parents blamed her for the breakdown of Yasu's marriage and threatened to disown her if she didn't give Yasu what she wanted.

In response, Chigiri and Y/N started their married life in Europe.

[cherryrainn]

Can I request a make-out session with the greedler? Female reader pls. Nothing explicit pls, kinda like if they were having a conversation and it just turned into a make out session. Thank you 🩷

━━ ✧ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; greedler (onceler) + you

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; here you go! i had fun writing this one hehe

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; sensual content, implied sexual desire, physical intimacy

you both settled on the couch after a delicious dinner, the low hum of music in the background creating an ambiance that felt almost magical. the conversation flowed easily, from mundane details about your day to deeper discussions about your dreams and aspirations.

onceler's fingers idly traced patterns on the back of your hand, his gaze lingering on your lips every so often. there was an unspoken tension between you, a connection that seemed to intensify with each passing moment.

you couldn't help but notice his lingering stares, and a soft smile curved your lips. "is there something on my face?" you teased, your voice laced with amusement.

his lips quirked into a playful grin, and he leaned in closer. "just contemplating how they taste," he replied in a voice that was lower and huskier than before.

a faint blush colored your cheeks, but the air was charged with anticipation. "and what do you think?"

he didn't respond with words. instead, his lips met yours in a gentle, exploratory kiss. it was as if the conversation had seamlessly transitioned into a new language – one of touch, taste, and shared longing.

as the kiss deepened, the conversation that had been flowing so easily earlier became unnecessary. your fingers found their way to the back of his neck, threading through the soft strands of his hair. onceler's arms encircled you, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

the rhythm of the kiss mirrored the rhythm of your heartbeats, a steady cadence that resonated through the room. the soft music seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the sound of your mingled breaths.

onceler pulled back just slightly, his gaze intense as he murmured, "you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that."

your lips quirked into a mischievous smile. "oh really? and how long is that?"

he chuckled, the sound rich and velvety. "long enough to drive me half-mad."

his confession only fueled the fire that had ignited between you. you pulled him back in for another kiss, this time with a touch more urgency. your fingers trailed down his chest, feeling the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your touch.

"is this madness a good thing?" you whispered against his lips, your voice threaded with desire.

onceler's eyes smoldered with intensity, his fingers tracing a path along your jawline. "with you? it's the best kind of madness."

[im-a-matt-girl]

in honor of the new video, matt fic where his gf helps him dye his hair and its a cute moment between them!! (can't help but think black hair would look great on him)

"Dye"

"Okay, hold still," I say, getting ready to put the dye in your hair.

"Do you think this is gonna hurt?" you ask.

"Pft, no," I chuckle. "Why are you just asking this now?"

You shrug. "I dunno. It didn't occur to me until you were about to put it in my hair."

"You're ridiculous," I roll my eyes at you. "But no, I promise it won't hurt, even a little bit. If it does, it means you're having an allergic reaction, and we'll have to stop and take you to the hospital."

"Can that really happen?" you ask me, your eyes wide with worry.

"I mean… probably? But don't overthink it. I'm pretty sure it won't happen to you. Just let me do this; I'm tired of having this dye in my hands."

"Okay, okay," you say, finally stilling yourself.

I carefully start putting the dye in your hair. It instantly turns your hair black. For some reason, I didn't think it would have such a drastic effect, since your hair is already dark brown, but the difference is startling to me. "Oh, my gosh…" I gasp.

"What? Is it bad?" you ask me.

"No," I answer truthfully. "It's just… surprising. Let's keep going."

You wiggle around a few times on purpose, causing me to smear some dye on your ear. We both start laughing. "That was your fault," you tell me.

"You wish!" I say. "Totally your fault."

You grow contemplatively quiet for a while. "Do you think my brothers are going to like it?" you ask.

"They'll love you no matter what," I reply.

"I know," you say. "But does it look good?"

"I think so, but it's kind of hard to tell for sure until it's rinsed and dried," I say.

"How long do we have to leave it in?" you ask me.

"Let me consult the box," I tell you.

We follow the remainder of the instructions on the box, and your hair looks amazing. "It feels soft," you remark, running your hands through your fluffy, wavy hair.

I reach up to touch it. "Ooh, yeah it does," I smile. "That's because of the conditioner."

You look at yourself in the mirror, and I can tell that you like it.

I actually love it, too. It contrasts so nicely with your pale skin and blue eyes, adding an air of mystique to your already attractive looks.

"Ready to show my brothers?" you say.

"Yeah, let's go," I say, taking your hand in mine.

When we enter the living room together, Chris is the first to notice. "Oh, my God…" he says.

Nick looks up from his phone. "What the fuck!?" he exclaims. "What did you do to your hair!?"

"I dyed it," you say, smiling. "Actually, she dyed it," you add, pointing at me.

Nick touches your hair and sucks his teeth. "You're just trying to be hotter than me," he jokes.

Chris and I burst out laughing.

"Shut up, Nick," you tell him, swatting at his shoulder. "I'm already hotter than you."

Nick makes a silly face at you. "Whatever," he says.

You're right, but I don't want to add fuel to the fire, so I say nothing.

"What do you think, Chris?" you ask him as he approaches us.

"I like it," he answers you, also touching your hair. "Makes me wanna kiss you so bad."

You immediately turn away from him and towards me. "Okay, I'm done," you say, throwing your hands up. "Can you dye my hair back, now?" you ask me facetiously.

"Aw, but I love it," I tell you honestly. "Makes me want to kiss you, too."

Chris giggles while Nick makes a retching sound, pretending like he's about to puke.

I am glad that we dyed your hair, though.

[aerodaltonimperial]

Smut prompt: “I wanna taste you on my lips again.”

Pairing (BECAUSE I CAN BE TRAINED AND KNOW BETTER AND FRANKLY, I DESERVE A TREAT FOR RESISTING THE SECOND OPPORTUNITY YOU'VE GIVEN ME TO BE A BAD FRIEND THIS WEEK, BUT I DIGRESS: JungleCorpse

(LMAO LMAO WHEN ARE YOU EVER A BAD FRIEND 💚🖤)

Listen, Darby normally doesn't have much of an idea where the day is going to go, and that's the way he likes it—it's the sort of thing where just going with what pops up is exciting, where not having plans means the hours are wide open. But even then, even without knowing, he's generally got an idea, and it's rare that he's well and truly surprised. Today, he is very, very surprised when Jack Perry grabs his arm halfway down the hallway and hurls him into the open closet door.

"What the fuck," Darby hisses, when his shoulder blades hit the wall; the room is dark because Jack hasn't bothered to turn on the lights, and Darby can smell bleach, the lingering scent of cleaning supplies.

Jack doesn't have much to do with anyone, these days. Pulling off a stunning betrayal will do that to people. So Darby hadn't been expecting to be the only exception to the newfound douchey attitude, even with the whole...thing that had happened between them. That time they steadfastly don't talk about. That half hour before the pillars tag match in the small locker room. That stretch of desperate pawing and gasping and unfinished business that they have kept, for obvious reasons, tightly locked between themselves.

Darby had honestly figured that one day they had, before everything had fallen spectacularly apart, would be the kind of thing he just kept bottled up inside and thought about when the nights reached their darkest points. And instead, he's here, with Jack’s hands tugging at his collar and the smell of musty mops invading his senses.

What the fuck.

"Jack," Darby tries, though it's pretty half-hearted. He doesn't want to stop Jack, not when this seems to be a repeat of everything he's been fueling himself with for months, but they hadn't talked about this the last time and look where it got them.

"I miss you," Jack whispers against Darby’s mouth, right before he kisses him, hard and unrelenting and is this a thing, now? This Jack with the spiky exterior, this Jack who's got fire in his touch? All Darby can think is you barely had me, and it's true, even if he doesn't really want to admit it.

Jack’s hands slide down Darby’s chest, find the zipper of his pants. Jesus, he'll make short work of Darby being ready to go on camera, that's for fucking sure, and Darby ought to care more than he does, but it's Jack. Jack, the stupid asshole that shoved his way into Darby’s path and left a ripple of want in his wake.

Fuck. He's not gonna get out of this unscathed. Maybe Jack doesn't really miss him, but someone else, and that's the thought that finally gets Darby’s hands to move, to grab for Jack’s wrists and still his frantic removal of the fabric separating them.

"Wait," Darby tries. His head's spinning.

"I want you," Jack exhales, the heat shivering across Darby’s face. "I wanna taste you on my lips again."

Jesus fucking Christ. Focus, focus—shit, Darby is already shaking. This is exactly what he's wanted since that day in May, and he's not nearly strong enough to stop it, even if... "You don't want me," he whispers.

"Yes, I do." Jack coaxes his mouth apart again, licks across the corner to slide his tongue in, and god, Darby isn't strong enough to stop this, no matter what's fueling it. Jack is all barbs, now; he's the grin as sharp as glass in the mirror, the shadow haunting the lowest moments. "I've wanted you ever since that day backstage, ever since—"

"Jack," Darby groans, because Jack’s hands have broken free and made their way back down his stomach. They tug Darby’s pants down, and well, that's it, really; he can't stop this. Can't, won't—what's the difference? It all amounts to the same thing, and that's Jack sliding down to his knees in the darkness before him.

Darby slaps a hand over his mouth. Won't do much, but he's got to try. "Fuck," he mumbles against his palm.

Jack’s mouth touches the tip of him, almost reverent as rough fingers curl around the base. "God," Jack breathes.

Darby fists his other hand in Jack’s hair and relishes the little moan the action summons. If Jack is thinking about someone else when he takes Darby against his tongue, between his cheeks; if he's thinking about another time, another place, when he loops his tongue around the underside of Darby’s dick, well, Darby doesn't really care while the heat is enveloping him, gliding against him.

He'll care later, of course, but right now, all he can focus on is how Jack takes him in as far as he can, gagging a little so he ends up choking out a cough, and Darby is lost.

[cliffdivingsblog]

Writer Asks

Thanks for the tag @myfavouritelunatic and @thrillofhope and @pursuitseternal and @demonscantgothere ❤️

1) How many works on AO3?

17

2) what’s your AO3 word count?

889,221

3) What fandoms do you write for?

Rings of Power and the Silmarillion at the moment

Some Star Wars Second Trilogy fics before that

4) what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I could be your King - (1,217) WIP, Saurondriel, Rings of Power AU, 160k, Rated E

I Found You - (233) WIP, Gingerrose, Star Wars ST Cottagecore AU, 66k, Rated E

A mirror so dark and enchanting - (212), Gingerrose, Reylo, Star Wars ST, Fix-It AU, 20k, Rated E

Burn - (176), Saurondriel, Silmarillon, Years of the Trees AU, 14k, Rated E, Part 3 of a Series

The Chieftain’s daughter - (162), Gingerrose, Star Wars ST AU, 16k, Rated M

5) Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I cherish every single one and always respond, even if it might take longer than planned.

6) What fic did you write with the angstiest ending?

I am unable to do really unhappy or tragic endings...even if I sometimes like to read them... Does not mean there is not a lot of angst in my fics. But they always end on a hopeful or happy note. The most angsty is probably Incinerate, my Melkor/Varda romance. But I am writing a sequel that will have a happy ending for them so not sure it counts.

7) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

The Fuel to the fire series leaves Artanis and Mairon at a happy point at their relationship after part three of the series... there will be more to come though (and more drama 😂). All my finished Gingerrose fics have HEA’s as well.

8) do you get hate on fics?

Yes once. I wrote a Gingerrose DubCon story (well tagged) that got me my first and only hate comment.

9) do you write smut? If so, what kind?

YES! 😂 very varied. Sometimes more poetic, sometimes more kinky... I do have some T rated fics as well though. I am a sucker for tension, so expect a lot of build up.

10) crossovers?

Not so far.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Thankfully not.

12) have you had a fic translated?

No, don’t think so.

13) have you ever co-written a fic?

No, not officially, but I love brainstorming with my buddies Marimo and @pursuitseternal And I do a fluffy one-shot series with the wonderful Eastwynds set in the Incinerate Varda/Melkor verse.

And the insanely talented @marimosalad has done art based on scenes from my stories.

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?

SOOOO hard. But ...probably Zutara and Dramione because those ships brought me to fanfiction.

Honestly every I obsessed about every ETL ship known to mankind at some point. I love crack pairings as well though.

And honestly just the dark guy falling for a strong woman who brings him to his knees 😉

😂 I searched Sauron/Galadriel after the Hobbit movies...Feel so vindicated this turned from crack to canon!

15) what’s a Wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of my Gingerrose WIPs I fear. I just kind of fell out of love with the ship.

16) what are your writing strengths?

Descriptions. I am told very often my stories feel very epic and cinematic in scope.

I also love doing different POVs and giving each a distinct voice and feel.

17) what are your writing weaknesses?

Mmh, I am not a native speaker so I feel my dialogue could be smoother sometimes. 

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

Yes, but sparingly. I do hate it myself if I have to scroll somewhere to know what is said.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Fanfiction.net days... lost the account though... perhaps better that way 😂

20) Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

I could be your King is my grande epic and I love it to pieces. I am so excited to see it to its end even if I think it will be a year or two more.

That said Incinerate snuck its way into my heart... I hated Melkor before writing from his POV and now I can’t get enough from the dynamic with Varda and Manwë. This is also the one fic that gives me ideas for a original story I might write one day...

Tagging @coraleethroughthelookingglass@scriberated @eowyn7023 @klynnvakarian @jhalya @rebelrebelwrites @nenyabusiness

[soospiritualjourney]

Navigating the karmic energies

Have you had in the last couple of weeks, stuff come up or situations, synchronicities where you could have went under the surface of it, if you paused long enough to think about it, where you are really facing some old stuff in the closet. 

I'll give you a personal example - there were dark areas in my life that was brought up during the last few weeks. I was responding and reacting to those dark moments. I had exchanges with my close confidante about how I can manage this and what I did then was I stopped and took some quiet time, had myself centered, took my tarot cards out and meditated with my angels. I have done this a couple of times when I needed guidance through those times. Tarot and astrology always open up my subconscious. Not only did I get the answer what to do about my karmic issues, I also got the answer to what to do about me cos everything is a mirror -  one of the big question I was asking was what is it about the situations that I am reacting to?

There seems to be nothing positive going all - all the rage , and the vindictiveness, the intensity and the passion and we don't need more of that right now but it gives us all also something to pray about. We really can look at all the energy and flip ourselves to the positive side - the opposite is  peace and serenity.

But we do not just pray for peace.

Why? We know that there are deeper issues underneath not having peace. We are on the higher side of the timeline and that's where we want to be. I don't want to bring that kind of low vibration stuff into my space. I want to clear it out. You and I want to be praying for peace but we also want to pray for the structural changes that could really truly produce peace.

Can we face the karmic and healing energies personally and collectively? The eclipse this weekend is going to add fuel to the fire. We can bring this into the context of a relationship. When have you been in a relationship and there was conflict intention and maybe there was even times when things got explosive and then there was a little pause, a timeout and you patched things out - you hugged, you apologize, you say I'll do better the next time but the underlying issues never got addressed . They got patched. How long did it take before they came up again. And if they keep getting patched you eventually end up with a divorce or break up. 

The message I got is to face my deeper issues. We can all use this intense energy to transform ourselves and resolve old karmic issues. It may be uncomfortable, but it's necessary for true growth and healing. Let's not just patch things up, but truly address and heal the underlying issues. Let's take a pause and do the inner work, so that we can move into a higher timeline and consciousness.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

If what you mean by free will is, “You could have made different choices with the knowledge and experiences you had at the time.” Then Ozai had that, although some people don’t believe in free will. But if what you mean by “free will” is “You could have lived a morally better life with the knowledge and experiences you had at the time” then according to you, “he was raised in a way where he kind of didn’t really have a chance. Going back to the free will thing–all he really knew was power”...

... so I’m guessing you’re leaning towards no. But does Ozai have any “mirror and beach scenes” that might suggest otherwise? Is Ozai morally accountable for his actions if he didn’t have the “free will” to know any better?

TW: For more abuse discussion

I do lean towards no. Aside from that extremely brief scene where we see his baby picture, I feel like there wasn't much in canon to really argue a defensive case for him.

For me my pity/sympathy lies in that Ozai is from a chain of abuse. I don't think that there was any scene in Avatar that gave him a moment like Azula's that indicated that he feels bad for anything that he's done. He hasn't really had any scenes that portray a softer side like the ones we got for Azula and Zuko.

I think that Ozai should very much be held accountable because at this point I do think he is more than old enough to know logically what is right and wrong. Even Azula seemed to understand that she was in the wrong and expressed a degree of regret. I firmly believe that Ozai knew just as well that he was doing bad things to heighten his position, he just went on doing that because it would get him to the top. His motivations were self serving. While Azula and Zuko did bad things to gain approval and/or love. Azula did things because she thought that it was best for the Fire Nation as a whole. Zuko did bad things because he was hurt. I think that assessing motivation is another key thing to look at. Ozai's motives were fueled by power and selfishness.

Where I grant some leeway is that, while he knows right from wrong, he was raised in such a way that makes it harder for him to choose to do right. But as a grown man and not an impressionable, impulsive teen, he should know better.

And considering that he's a grown adult he should be held accountable.

I think that what I am trying to say here is that Ozai does have the knowledge that he is wrong but he doesn't have the life experience (of good role models and perspective altering adventures) to make better moral choices. Where Azula had neither of those things (the knowledge she had was conflicted), Ozai had one of the two.

I will now compare him to Regina Mills who is also an adult who grew up abused. She did a lot of messed up stuff. She also was never taught how to love and only ever had bad role models. But after seeing how she was hurting her own adoptive son she recognized that she was in fact doing bad things.

She got a lot of hints that she was doing wrong as the EVIL Queen. She knew that she was wrong. And she didn't have the tools/experiences to make the right choices. So just like Ozai.

Where the two differ is that eventually, after hurting Henry (her son), she finally realized that she fucked up. And she absolutely did deserve to be held accountable for all of the things that she did because--while her story was tragic--she's a grown ass woman who knew better but actively chose vengeance instead. Something that she herself admitted.

Ozai never had that moment. He never saw the hurt in Zuko's eyes and rethought things. Azula could have been Ozai's Henry. But he saw the hurt in her eyes when he rejected her and he didn't care at all. He chose himself. Unlike Regina, unlike Azula and Zuko, Ozai has no regard for anyone but himself.

Combining his age with his selfish motivations and the fact that he never displayed a canon moment of moral conflict like the other characters mentioned I do think that he should be held accountable.

I think that his story is sad; I think that it is a very good example of what it looks like when the chain of abuse doesn't break and when a person is never able to acquire the skills to make better moral choices.

[dankusner]

Quentin Crisp + Boy George

PRAISE FOR TAKE IT LIKE AMAN

Whatever I think of Boy George, I have to praise this book for its candour. … A definitive portrait of a modern young pop star." — Quentin Crisp

I don’t believe in turning the other cheek. I think you should always carry a brick in your handbag, and you should always respond. [Quentin Crisp] really had a lot of negative things to say about being gay, but I think it's a fabulous thing to be.” 

Queen George's return

Legendary queer pop star performs in Dallas for first time in 9 years 

By DANIEL KUSNER | Oct.13, 2000     

The last time Boy George performed in Dallas, he ignited a frenzy of chaos. 

In 1991, the androgynous pop music legend was booked for a solo performance at the Village Station. 

"We went out onstage, and the sound system was making these really weird noises. We tried everything to do the show. In the end I said, 'Okay, let's just do an acoustic show. Let's just see if we can get one guitar and one vocal mic to work,'" he recalls. 

According to the flamboyant superstar, even those efforts failed. 

When patience wore too thin, his rambunctious audience took matters into their own hands and began hurling objects at the stage. 

"It was really hideous. I managed to get out of the club. But my tour manager got punched in the face and somebody pulled a gun on him. And I was in the back of this truck, lying on the floor crying, 'Get us out of here!'" he remembers with laughter. 

Boy George returned to Dallas in ’95 for a book tour at Crossroads Market Bookstore & Cafe. 

There, he was served with papers for a lawsuit filed by Village Station alleging breach of contract over the incident. 

The suit was later settled. 

But the glamorous entertainer insists that these events haven't left him with a bad impression of Dallas. 

Instead, he hopes his performance on Monday will help rectify the past. 

"It's just one of those things that happens. It was disappointing that we had a full house and people were really up for it. But I felt that I let them down," he says. 

"But this time, everything will be fine — I hope.” 

When it comes to disaster, Boy George is no tragic figure. 

Over the past two decades, the 39-year-old has seen his fair share of personal crises, including a highly publicized bout with drug addiction and an ironic brush with death when he was almost crushed by a giant disco ball. 

"Yes, there have been moments of tragedy in my life and career, but I don't wallow in it. I'm very optimistic, and I try to pick up where things have gone wrong and move on," he says. 

"The longer you are in this kind of business, you have to be kind of self-deprecating. You have to be able to look at yourself in the mirror and laugh at the situations you find yourself in.” 

He's even able to see the lighter side concerning his reaction to Elton John's comments about queer-baiting rapper Eminem being "the most important voice since Bob Dylan.” 

"I was DJing at a party last week, and Elton's boyfriend was there. He came up and cheekily asked me if I would play some Eminem," he laughs. "On the one hand any sort of comment that I make just sort of fuels the fire and makes [Eminem] sell more records. I'm not opposed to him being successful. It doesn't make any difference in my life whatsoever. But I feel uncomfortable with anybody who is having a go at gay people. But I guess it's a reflection of Eminem's own sexual paranoia.” 

Although Boy George insists he doesn't hinge his identity completely on his sexuality, he recently made an impressive television appearance to debate and condemn Section 28, a British law that says local authorities shall not "promote the teaching in any maintained school of the acceptability of homosexuality as a pretended family relationship.” 

"For instance, if a young kid has been beaten up because he's effeminate or because he's gay, teachers have their hands tied and they can't discuss it unless they have permission from the parents or from the local governing body," he explains. 

With his reputation for quick, saucy retorts, many would expect Boy George to take a bitchy and sarcastic approach in such a debate. 

Instead, he was praised for keeping cool and seriously discussing the matter at hand. 

Perhaps it was this appearance that landed him a guest spot on Politically Incorrect, which he'll be taping sometime during the month of October. 

"I tried to deal with it in an intelligent way. I told [Section 28 supporter and business tycoon Brian Souter] that gay people have extended families, jobs and lives beyond what they do in bed. And if he's saying that teachers shouldn't be able to tell kids about homosexuality, then you have to follow that by saying that people like me shouldn't have access to my nephews and nieces. My brothers and sisters have children. They know that I'm gay. They know that I have a lover. So the question I put to him was should we also be removed from their lives because maybe we'll have an influence in that respect.” 

Although Boy George adored the late Quentin Crisp, don't place the two in the same queer Englishmen category. 

"I thought he was really brilliant and [an] important gay icon, but he did say that mothers should be able to abort their gay children. So there are massive contradictions in my appreciation of him," Boy George says.

"He wasn't a fighter. He was a defeatist, and he didn't defend himself. I don't believe in turning the other cheek. I think you should always carry a brick in your handbag, and you should always respond. He really had a lot of negative things to say about being gay, but I think it's a fabulous thing to be.” 

“My position? On all fours with my legs up in the air!” 

’91 concert appearance nets suit against entertainer Boy George 

Caven alleges singer broke contract by terminating concert early; Boy George blames problems on venue 

Boy George strikes a pose as he signs books for adoring fans. 

By John McCoy | Oct.  6, 1995

Pop entertainer Boy George was slapped with a lawsuit at the conclusion of a personal appearance Wednesday evening at Crossroads Market, the latest step in a long-simmering dispute between the colorful performer and a local gay and lesbian nightclub. 

Boy George, whose legal name is George Alan O’Dowd, was targeted by a lawsuit filed Wednesday in a Dallas County district court by Caven Enterprises and Village Station. 

The lawsuit stems from an incident which occurred during Boy George’s concert at Village Station on November 30, 1991 

According to court papers, Caven Enterprises alleges that Boy George breached his contractual obligations by storming offstage after performing only two songs, although the singer had promised to perform a single set lasting at least 60 minutes. 

The lawsuit also alleges that the performer damaged Caven’s reputation by making derogatory remarks about the company and venue, and urging customers who had purchased tickets to the concert to demand refunds. 

Mike Aronson, an attorney representing Caven Enterprises, said the company voluntarily refunded ticket-holders’ money following the interrupted concert. 

The company also paid Boy George a fee of $7,000 for his appearance, Aronson said. 

Caven Enterprises president Jack Polachek said the performer “was paid to do a gig” but stormed offstage after only a few minutes. 

“Before we could reason with him, he was out the door,” Polachek added.

The lawsuit, filed in the 193rd District Court, seeks unspecified dam- ages including the actual costs Caven incurred in hosting the concert along with “consequential damages” the firm said it suffered when the concert crowd became unruly after Boy George left the stage. 

The lawsuit also seeks exemplary damages, attorneys’ fees and court costs. 

Caven attorneys filed the lawsuit in anticipation of Boy George’s highly-publicized appearance Wednesday evening at Crossroads Market, where he greeted fans and signed copies of his new book, Take It Like A Man. 

The sizeable crowd which formed a line twisting outside the store and down an adjacent sidewalk apparendy was unaware that one of its members was a civil process server prepared to deliver notice of the lawsuit to Boy George. 

The server, Peter Armstrong, was waiting in line posing as a fan. 

But Crossroads Market owner Joseph Ramunni had received advance word of the lawsuit and convinced Armstrong to delay serving the court papers until the conclusion of Boy George’s appearance. 

Although Boy George left the papers on a table in the store when he departed, Armstrong said he had effected “legal service” of the documents and said Boy George was legally obligated to file a response with the court by Oct. 30. 

Apparently unfazed by the unusual proceedings, Boy George stopped to chat with store management and perused a few CDs on his way out of Crossroads Market. 

Asked for his position on the lawsuit, the performer snapped, “My position? On all fours with my legs up in the air!” 

The performer said he had no plans to file an official answer to the lawsuit. 

“If anything, they’ll have to sue the promoters,” he added. 

Asked for further comment, Boy George paused to dispute the allegations. “Look, when we came to Dallas before, the sound system was not up to spec,” he said, alleging that Caven Enterprises failed to meet the terms of the performance contract. 

The sound system is the focus of the dispute, and was the singer’s stated reason for ending the concert early. 

Polachek acknowledged that a problem had developed “between our sound people and their sound people” in the days prior to the concert. 

According to Polachek, Boy George’s technical assistants insisted that the system be wired in a way that was incompatible with the venue’s existing sound facilities. 

Aronson denied that the sound system at Village Station was below contract specifications. 

“That’s untrue, but I’ll be perfectly willing to litigate with him and let a judge decide,” Aronson said. 

Court documents indicate that Caven Enterprises purchased additional sound equipment specifically for the performance. 

Crossroads Market staff members and management appeared angry that the papers were served at the store’s highly-publicized and well-attended event. 

Polachek said once the lawsuit was filed, the timing of the delivery was beyond his control. 

But a document filed by Aronson indicated that the papers could be served at Crossroads Market, where Boy George was sched- uled to make a single appearance beginning at 6 p.m. Wednesday. 

“I wouldn’t want his book-signing to be overshadowed by the fact that he was served papers,” Polachek remarked. 

But legal matters were the last thing on the minds of the scores of fans that had gathered to greet the eccentric performer. 

A small group of women, each of whom purchased multiple copies of the autobiography, wore T-shirts emblazoned with the message, “Take It Like A ran,” in honor of his new book. 

And one devotee was so overcome with emotion that he wept and visibly shook as he greeted the entertainer. 

“I’ve waited so long to meet you,” he said. 

Afterward, as a driver prepared to whisk the star away, Boy George shouted to a reporter from his limousine window, “Print that they [Caven officials] spoiled a very nice day.” 

Boy George sparks melee in Dallas 

Upset with arrangements, faded '80s star walks off stage after second song at Village Station concert 

"Boy" George O’Dowd promised to perform “a whole lot of new stuff that’s never been recorded” when he came to Dallas last weekend for a concert at the Village Station. 

What O’Dowd delivered instead, according to many observers, was a dose of attitude, about two and a half songs and a near-riot. 

O’Dowd stopped in the middle of his second song and walked off stage, refusing to continue the concert. 

The capacity crowd then began throwing beer bottles and rushing the stage, according to witnesses. 

Several people were hit by bottles, and at least one person was taken by ambulance to the hospital, witnesses said. 

Keith Kuykendall of Caven Enterprises, Inc., the company which booked the concert at its flagship nightclub, Village Station, called the situation “absolute chaos” and described O’Dowd as “a prima donna.” 

Michael Scott of Europa Tours, the booking agent for O’Dowd’s American tour, said this week that “What happened in Dallas is a disgrace,” and added that the entire tour “has been, all in all, a nightmare. I’ve been in the business for 15 years, and this is the toughest tour I’ve ever done.” 

Kuykendall said Tuesday that refunds were given Saturday night to everyone who attended the concert, and that attorneys for Caven Enterprises are in the process of filing a lawsuit against Europa Tours. 

“We signed a contract with Europa Tours, and they are the ones who have the contract with Boy George. It’s going to be a friendly lawsuit, where we sue them and they in turn sue him [O’Dowd]. Our attorneys and their attorneys are working to structure the lawsuit so that it will work for both parties,” Kuykendall said. 

Scott agreed that attorneys for Europa and Caven “are talking now about how this will be handled," but suggested that a settlement could be reached without any lawsuits. 

“Caven signed a contract with me, but that contract says they can’t hold me liable. We’re talking it out, and when it’s all said and done, I think calmer heads will prevail,” Scott said. 

Trouble started early on in the negotiations to bring O’Dowd to Dallas, Kuykendall remarked. 

“It has been a nightmare trying to produce this concert.” 

Contracts were signed “a month prior” to the Nov. 30 concert date, Kuykendall said, but a week later tour organizers began requesting changes in the contract. 

A week before the show, Caven received the revised contract and were surprised to learn that O’Dowd “wanted a 40-by-60-foot stage and about $50,000 in sound equipment,” Kuykendall said. 

“We spent a lot of time talking with his sound technician, Joe Stella, who travels with him and we got it all worked out. 

We brought in everything they asked for, down to the exact brand names they wanted.” 

According to Kuykendall, problems mounted at mid-afternoon on the day of the concert, when Stella arrived at the nightclub to oversee the sound system. 

"We showed him the set up," Kuykendall commented, "and he just started going off. He could not be pleased by anything we had done or were doing. He had us rebuild the speaker towers four times. He had us moving things, and then moving them back. The man was totally incompetent.” 

When he arrived at the concert venue later in the evening, O'Dowd reviewed arrangements and the declared that he refused to go onstage because he would have to walk through the crowd

When Boy George walked out shortly after beginning last Saturday evening's concert, "it was absolute chaos," said a Caven Enterprises official. 

to get to the stage. 

Eventually the performer agreed to the arrangements, and was escorted to the stage surrounded by his Hari Krishna bodyguards. 

“There were 15 of them, so he was surrounded about five deep. No one could get to him,” Kuykendall recalled. 

Once the singer was on stage, however, the situation worsened, Kuykendall claimed. 

“In the first three minutes he was on stage, he sent word back to have four different people in four different sections of the bar thrown out or he wouldn’t continue. These people weren’t causing any trouble. They weren’t heckling him or interfering with the concert, so I don’t know why he wanted them to leave," he said. 

O’Dowd then “started his first song, then stopped. 

He was cussing Dallas, the venue, the sound system, everything. 

He walked off stage then, but his guitar player talked him into coming back out. 

George didn’t think the monitors on the stage were giving him the proper mix. 

Then he started his second song, “Do Ya Really Want To Hurt Me?” but he just stopped in the middle and walked off, and refused to come back," Kuykendall said. 

At that point, Kuykendall said, some disgruntled members of the audience began throwing bottles and rushing the stage. 

Caven employees, including CEO Denis Weir, went on stage to “try and calm the crowd down and explain the refund procedure,” Kuykendall said, but found themselves the targets of flying bottles. 

“We were trying to find the tour manager and we couldn’t find him. We couldn’t find Boy George. It was absolute chaos," Kuykendall said, adding that he eventually found O’Dowd “lying on the floor of the van, with his band members and all lying on top of him to hide him and protect him. I took them all back to the Fairmont [Hotel] then." Kuykendall insisted this week that "We met every condition of the contract, including the original rider and the revised rider. Everything was provided and set up in the exact manner they asked for. Boy George was just being a prima donna. He’s not an easy person to get along with.” 

Scott agreed that the problems apparently were not the fault of Caven Enterprises. 

“What happened in Dallas is a disgrace,” he said. 

The incident at the Village is just one example of the problems and bad feelings that have followed in O’Dowd’s wake on what was supposed to be his comeback tour. 

Scott admits that “there were problems in Miami, in San Francisco, Kansas City, Oklahoma City. There hasn’t been one date where there wasn’t something that was not perfect. No date on this tour has been easy.” 

O'Dowd went from Dallas to Oklahoma city where he was scheduled to perform a “60 minute-plus” concert at Angles, a nightclub owned by Scott Wilson. 

In a telephone interview on Wednesday, Wilson said O’Dowd “did not live up to the agreement. He did not give us the required minimum time. The fans who were here enjoyed the concert, and they were not aware that he didn’t do what he was supposed to do. But he sure didn’t do what I expected him to do.” 

Persons who dealt with O’Dowd at concert dates in other parts of the country were less restrained. 

A San Francisco gay newspaper, Bay Area Reporter, reported that at a party following O’Dowd’s Nov. 17 concert at Club DV8 — a party at which O’Dowd had agreed to meet with the press — the singer refused to speak with the press and instead sequestered himself in a room, blocked by a guard, to which only “fabulous, adorable drag queens and really cute boys” were allowed entrance, according to BAR. 

photographer Jane Cieland. 

Cleland said that when O’Dowd did emerge from the room, surrounded by an entourage, she began to take photographs. 

But “someone blocked my lens and knocked me out of the way.” 

She noted that as he left, O’Dowd was saying, ‘“Get out of my way, f-ck you, get away from me,’ and then jumped in a car and left.” 

In the Nov. 27 edition of B.A.R., O’Dowd’s own management company, W3 Management, also decried the singer’s attitude and actions the day after the concert at Club DV8. 

“George has apparently been even ruder to press and others elsewhere around the country, particularly in Miami,” a spokesperson told B.AJi. 

“If we didn’t have so much money already tied up on this tour, we’d drop him in a minute.” 

Despite the abundance of bad reports on O’Dowd’s attitude and performance, some people involved with his recent appearances have only good things to say about the singer. 

Christine Jarosz, coordinator for the Red Hot! Again benefit, described O’Dowd as “nothing but kind and gentle, loving and supportive” during the brief time he was at the Majestic Theatre on Saturday night. 

“I was with him the whole time, from the time he got there to the time he left, and I never saw him do or say anything rude. There were some people backstage, some of the performers, who were upset because he was late and maybe they had a bad attitude. But Boy George was great. He even stood outside in the rain and signed autographs for a couple of kids before going inside to the dressing room. When he left, he hugged me and said thanks.” 

Jerry Resseque, manager of Rich’s in Houston where O’Dowd performed on Nov. 24, also complimented the singer and the concert: “There were no problems here whatsoever. It was an excellent concert.” 

Red, Hot1 organizer expresses disappointment Dismal ticket sales and what coordinator Christine Jarosz characterized as a lack of support by “some segments of the gay community,” left Saturday night’s Red Hot! Again AIDS benefit concert approximately $12,000 in the red, Jarosz said this week. 

Despite the event’s financial failure, Jarosz declared it was “one of the nicest events ever held in Dallas. The performers, the theater, the emcee, the volunteer workers were all wonderful. Other than the low turn-out and the debt, it was a very powerful and uplifting experience.” 

Jarosz said that “We already had some inkling” that attendance would be poor “from the poor press coverage we got before the event.” 

She also said she was “shocked at the support that was promised by a lot of gay men in this community that never materialized. It seems that some of the men in this community are afraid to let women be in charge, to let women do something.” 

The concert, which featured a variety of performers, was Dallas’ contribution to the international Red Hot! Again effort, a network of concerts/dances scheduled to take place simultaneously in cities around the world, including Los Angeles, New York, Paris and Sydney. 

The Dallas event was produced by Womyn For Womyn and was intended to benefit a number of area AIDS research and service agencies. 

Jarosz said that a Red Hot! Again event “definitely will” be planned for next year in Dallas, and stressed that “it’s not too late for people to send donations” to this year’s effort to help pay off the outstanding debt.

[moonshineboyz]

[17:40]

Pairing: volleyball player!Juyeon × volleyball player! fem reader

Genre: Smut, enemies with benefits

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, rough/hate (?) sex, usage of the word slut, mentions of choking and spanking, lowkey public sex, brief fingering

a/n: i know juyeon is not holding a volleyball but let's just pretend. i got this idea from listening to lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off by panic! at the disco 🤠 i'm not sure if i like the ending but,,, (@annyeongffs enjoy bb)

masterlist ♡

“Okay guys, let’s wrap up for today. Both teams did great!” The coach called and everyone got out of their positions, stretching out the tense muscles and walking out of court. “Nuh uh, minus you two Juyeon and Y/N.” He called again making you stop in your tracks. “You’re gonna take the volleyballs and net to the equipment room and pump up the basketballs. That’s what you get for arguing and swearing at each other every five minutes even during practice.”

You cursed under your breath sending a death glare towards Juyeon, who just looked at you expressionless. ‘Stupid son of a bitch.’

The coach left the court with the remaining of your team mates that waved at you from afar. You waved back and went to collect the scattered balls letting the boy get the net, since he was taller.

“If you weren’t so annoying, I could be going to my dorm right now.” He said when you walked past him on your way to the equipment room. You thought in giving a rude reply but bit your tongue not to curse back at him, already feeling your blood boil. “I'm talking to you.” You turned on your heel to face him.

“What do you mean? It’s your fault! You were throwing the ball too far for me to catch it in time!” You snarled.

“Isn’t it the whole point? Make the ball touch the floor on your adversary's side? I think you're just complaining because you're not that good of a player." Juyeon had just finished getting the net out of the first pole and glared at you with a raised brow. He really was getting under your skin.

"For your information, I'm the second best in the female team. I just can't deal with bullshit coming from a jerk like you."

Fuming, you turned your back again, walking away to fight back the temptation of throwing one of the balls in your arms directly at his annoying handsome face. Juyeon knew exactly how to get on your nerves and you couldn't stand having to be in the same room with him for too long without getting annoyed or bickering.

You were looking into the lockers searching for a second air pump, since there wasn't any other way and you had to pump up the balls, the best option was to you two do it separately so you could go home as soon as possible. While you were at it Juyeon entered the equipment room bringing the net and you quickly thought of a way to get yourself out of that situation.

"Here, the air pump." You handed him the object, to which he accepted but kept looking at you puzzled. "I didn't find another one, so, you do it."

"And what you're gonna do?"

"Go home!? What else do you expect me to do? Blow out the balls like they're balloons?" Your eyes rolled at how he scoffed at you, arms crossing in front of your body.

"I mean, I know something else you'd like to blow." A cheeky grin grew on his lips and past scenes of his dick on your mouth flashed through your mind.

“Shut the fuck up, will you? You’re so fucking annoying.” You raised your voice taking the boy aback for a moment, your jaw clenched and brows furrowed. “I can’t even stand looking at y-"

The words died at your throat as Juyeon dropped the air pump to grab your jaw firmly, pushing you up against the nearest wall. He was close, his tall figure towering over yours as he looked down at you with dark eyes.

“If you want to yell at me so bad, then I'll give you a reason to do so.” He muttered through gritted teeth and you could feel he was getting mad as well.

“Fuck you.” You scoffed trying to masquerade the fact that your heart was beating fast.

“Oh, you just did on semi-finals night, darling.” Juyeon let go of your face to brush his knuckles against the skin of your cheek, trailing south till it reached the side of your neck. You wished you didn’t shiver at the light touch, making it obvious to him that you enjoyed it. “Speaking of which, where have you been these past weeks? Were you too busy with that asshole from the basketball team?”

You didn’t even notice when you started to hold your breath but you were already feeling intoxicated by the low tone of his voice, knowing exactly what he was implying. His longs fingers wrapping around your throat not helping at all, and you thanked the sound of your racing heart wasn’t audible.  

“Why? Jealous much?” It took everything in you to let that out in a disinterested voice, sticking to an attitude not to let him win in any circumstance.

“C'mon, doll, you know I'd never date you; this is just for the fun. You’re just someone to hook up with.” He took a step closer, few inches away to press his body against yours. His skin was still glistening from the after practice sweat and you could almost say he looked hot, even though your mouth told otherwise.  

“And that’s all you can get after all. You’re good in bed but you’re as charming as a rock. No surprise you’re single.” Juyeon quirked a brow, his eyes dark as ever.

“Aw, you’re not attracted to me? Yeah, keep lying to yourself, darling. This is the most fun you can have besides taking your clothes off, isn’t it?” His breath fanned at your lips as the grip on your throat tightened, making him chuckle when a small moan dared to scape you. “Gosh, I really missed your pretty little pussy swallowing my dick and you screaming my name.”

You hated Juyeon to the moon and back with your whole being. He was arrogant, full of himself and egocentric, but what you hated the most was the fact that he knew how to touch you and make you feel things in a way you’d never experienced before, and you’d never admit that out loud. You'd never admit to his face how you also missed him pounding into you while you hooked up with other guys.

It was hard to recall when or even how you two started having this type of relationship, an 'enemies with benefits' kind you could say, because you clearly weren’t friends at all. You would pay not to have to spend the practice time looking at his face, and Juyeon would rather die than bumping into you in the hallways.  

But both couldn’t deny the sexual tension, and maybe that’s what led you to it, or maybe that was only a tactic to release stress, and you just happened to be there for each other. What’s a better way to calm your nerves than fucking your enemy? The sex was great after all and you couldn’t name any other boy who has ever made you cum so hard. Perhaps the hate towards each other really did add fuel to the fire and made things more interesting, competing who could make the other orgasm the fastest.

"I hate you so much." You said trying not to moan again when Juyeon pressed his torso against yours, sneaking his knee between your thighs, to which you rolled your hips grinding down on it.

"It's reciprocal, I just like to fuck you dumb." His hands went to your waist, grabbing hard and pulling you more into him. You were already melting at the tip of his fingers and didn't think twice before crashing your lips together and tugged at his hair with force as he moved his leg to cause more friction on your core. His big hands roaming all over your body roughly and squeezing your ass. A hiss came out of Juyeon's lips when you scratched his back underneath the shirt, sure to leave red marks. "Don't start a game you know you're gonna lose."

Juyeon pulled you by the wrist to the old desk to careless bend you over it. You couldn't lie saying you didn't like how everything was rough with him, it made a shiver run down your spine every time he kissed you hard and pulled your hair as you cursed at him digging your nails into his skin. He never cared about whether or not he was leaving bruises on your hips, neck and inner thighs, but neither did you. You secretly enjoyed admiring them later in the mirror.

“Here? Really?”

“It’s not like we haven’t done this before. Plus, everyone left, you can scream all you want.” A hand came down hard on your right ass cheek making you yelp. Another smack on the left side and you winced in pain arching your back. “You look good in the team's uniform, but look even better when I'm filling you up.”

He massaged your ass before harshly pulling your tight shorts down to your ankles and you stepped out of them, feeling his hands travel up your legs and holding your hips to press his hard on on your clothed core. You sighed grinding against him, your mind already getting hazy.

The boy brought you up to leave hungry kisses down your neck and bit on the curvature. Your breath hitched when his short nails raked the skin of your belly and you let your head rest on his shoulder, closing your eyes lost in the sensations. “Now tell me, is it still me that makes you sweat? Did you think of me when you were in bed with them?” He growled in your ear biting your lobe, making you grind harder.

“Not even for a second, didn’t even cross my mind.” Lucky you your mouth worked faster than your body so you didn’t dumbly nod agreeing with him. “You’re good but not the best.” You weren’t even ashamed in lying.

Juyeon let out a dark chuckle and grabbed your throat while the other hand squeezed one of your breasts. “We both know I've got a hotter touch, a better fuck than any guy you’ll ever meet. Or else you wouldn’t be coming back begging for my cock whenever you feel horny.”

“You wish.”

“Then why are you still here?” He teased licking your neck and smirked when you shuddered.

“Didn’t you say you missed my pussy? Then fuck me already.” You huffed impatient to which his only answer was to rub circles in your clit over your damp underwear. Juyeon pushed you back to bend over the desk, quickly and roughly pulling your panties down that you’d had stumbled if you were standing straight. “You’re gonna rip my panties, you asshole.”

He scoffed, slapping you once again. “You didn’t complain the other times I did.” His hand palmed himself through the shorts while the other went to your core, fingers playing with your wet folds. You whimpered when he slid one digit inside and added a second right after already moving, making your back arch. “Think I need to remind you that you’re just a fuck toy, not some porcelain doll. They must’ve treated you so nicely, but you like it rough, don’t you?”

Juyeon removed his fingers from you and pulled his own shorts down just enough to free his member and teased your slit with the tip, making you bite your lip in anticipation. Your breath got cut short when he gripped your waist and pushed in in one quick thrust, his cock disappearing into your warmth and your pussy clenched at the feeling of every inch of him stretching you open.

He didn't give you time to even take a deep breath and started moving in a fast pace, grabbing your hips with force. You could feel your whole body getting hot, sweat starting to form on your temples, skin prickling. "How someone so annoying like you have a pussy so good?" He groaned giving a hard, sharp thrust making you gasp and lifted your right leg to put over the desk. You were there so open for him; bent over that he could do anything. And you enjoyed every part of it.

Breathy moans were leaving your lips mixing with obscene wet sounds from your dripping cunt and his hips slamming yours recklessly now, going deeper and deeper inside you. Juyeon was holding you so strong and digging his nails in your skin that you were sure it'd leave bruises. "F-fuck, Juyeon!" You screamed out when he pulled almost all of his length out just to pushed it back in with a quick motion. He smirked to himself and kept repeating it, just to see you writhe and lose your mind.

His hand pulled your ponytail to which you winced but couldn't contain a moan. Your knuckles were turning white holding onto the desk for dear life as Juyeon completely rammed into you. "Not so talkative right now, huh?" He grabbed both your arms, pinning them behind your back with his own hands. "Look at you clenching so desperately. Gonna cum on my cock like a good slut?" His voice was low, watching your whole body shake as you approached your high, loud and breathy sounds escaping your lips.

You came crying out his name, shaking violently and trying to roll your hips back to get more of him. Juyeon pulled out slowly, feeling your walls fluttering and you whimpered at the emptiness. Even though you were sensitive, Juyeon's dick was so good that it never failed to make you want more and more.

A last sigh left you before you got pushed to your knees facing his cock. "Now be the good little slut and you are and put this mouth to a better use."

[sparklysung]

✨SWALLOW YOUR WORDS – l.d.h.✨

© sparklysung – 2021. all rights reserved. no reposts, modifications and/or translations allowed.

pairing – lee donghyuck x female!reader

genre – smut | non-idol!au, enemies to lovers!au

warnings – switch!donghyuck, switch!reader, lap dance, cumming in pants, grinding, dry humping, cum eating, hair pulling (giving and receiving), spanking, mirror sex, protected sex (reader’s on the pill), degradation, dirty talk, bondage (belt), possessiveness (i guess?)

word count – 6.043 words

summary – it only took a couple of words to make the blood boil in your veins and being the competitive individual you are, you had to prove lee donghyuck, your all-time enemy, wrong.

note – not my best, probably could've done better, but oh well. also this was frkng hard to write, damn, and i may have changed things a bit? BUT, i think it's better like this so… hope you enjoy! btw, i got the idea while reading this, so go check it out –it's good–.

taglist – @prvncejxon, @iwishihadabettername

another friday night wasting your time at some random classmate’s party. you were everything but happy to be there. you didn’t even want to go there in the first place, only finding yourself sitting on the kitchen counter, drink in hand and an ugly scowl adorning your face, because of your annoying best friend.

“hey, i get it, you didn’t wanna come here when you could have been peacefully sleeping in the comfort of your room, but come on, at least try to have some fun. you’re already here anyway.” eunbin –aka your annoying best friend– said, pouting her lips in a failed attempt of looking cute.

you kind of felt bad for her, you suppose it wasn’t exactly easy to deal with your lazy ass. but still, she was supposed to love you and appreciate you just the way you were.

and most of the time she did, just not in this specific situation.

“this isn’t fun at all, i just wanna go home. there’s nothing in here for me at all.”

you brought the red plastic cup to your lips, taking a sip of the bitter liquid eunbin had mixed for you. you weren’t lying, there really wasn’t anything that would make you want to stay, only a few friends of yours getting drunk somewhere in the big house you were currently in.

“come on, please, stay for me,” eunbin fake cried, and for a moment you thought she was going to give up and let you go. “in a bit the guys are gonna play something fun! we should join them, please?” as her last resort, she looked at you with puppy eyes. she was playing dirty and she knew it, you both knew you couldn’t resist them.

giving in with an exasperated sigh, you jumped off the counter to get yourself another drink from the bar in the living room. you were minding your own business until you heard him, the last person you wanted to see at the moment.

“so, i’m telling you guys, she was literally begging me to fuck her, she even moaned while sucking me off–,” donghyuck’s obnoxious voice filled your ears, making you roll your eyes. he was surrounded by a couple of other guys you didn’t know so well but were sure you had seen them before around campus hanging out with him.

“shut up already, dongdong, no one wants to hear it.” you interrupted, walking past him and towards the half empty bottle of vodka on the bar counter.

the group of boys stopped abruptly, all of them turning to look at you, ready for the scene that was going to take place in matter of minutes. donghyuck’s attention also turned to you, biting back a triumphant smirk with a raised eyebrow. he could see past you so he didn’t mind the mocking nickname you used; he could tell you were trying to irritate him enough to make him go away. but he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. he had been eyeing you all night, trying to find ways to get under your skin to catch your attention. and finally, after staying at a safe distance for a while to not spark suspicions, he got what he wanted.

“why so feisty, babe.” the cocky smirk he gave you just made your blood boil, the growing desire to punch it off his pretty face only getting stronger the more you stared at him.

“don’t you get tired of talking shit all day?” you barked, eyes trained on his body while pouring yourself a good amount of alcohol.

you were certainly going to need a lot of liquid courage to get through the night.

“you boast about girls begging for you but i think you’re just trying to hide the fact that you’re the one who has to beg to get laid.”

“i don’t beg, baby.” you rolled your eyes and muttered a ‘sure’. “also, if you’re jealous of me fucking other girls you just had to say it. i wouldn’t be against giving it to you instead.” the stupid wink he threw at you made your body shake in anger, already fed up with the conversation.

“you wish, asshole.”

“actually, i do.”

donghyuck was so fucking annoying, always teasing you and never leaving you alone. your personalities clashed constantly resulting in fights filled with screams and curses, sometimes to the extent of interrupting the class and getting the two of you kicked out of it. he enjoyed watching you struggle and suffer due to his awful pranks, so you were his favorite target. you couldn’t even have a proper date with anyone because he made sure to mess it up either by scaring the crap out of the guy or sabotaging your plans. he almost completely ruined your love life and cockblocked you forever.

you did not get along and everyone knew it.

although eunbin thought it was pure sexual tension and you just needed to get your frustrations off of you with a good fuck.

it wasn’t though.

or was it?

“let’s go hang out with the guys,” your best friend nudged your arm excitedly and you sighed, not feeling like playing anything with them. every time you decided to give in and take part in ‘something fun’ with the guys, it always ended up with you either in trouble or scarred for life.

you had a bad feeling about this all.

“ugh, fine.” she cheered and pulled you through the crowd of drunk people until you reached the basement.

the sound of laughter and screams drowned the music blasting upstairs, there were empty bottles of alcohol sprawled all over the floor and tables and a circle of people in the middle of the room. both of you joined the group with you sitting between eunbin and mark, a close friend of yours that you sadly shared with donghyuck. while you casually chatted and played around with the boy, happily laughing the night away, you could feel a pair of eyes burn holes into your skull. you didn’t have to look up to know who those eyes belonged to, as said person wasn’t even trying to dissimulate.

and by said person you meant donghyuck.

donghyuck hated the way you leaned on mark’s body, how you let his friend rest his head on top of yours and wrap his arm around your waist.

he was jealous, really jealous of your close friendship with the older boy.

mark and you had been friends for a long time now and you could even consider him your best friend, so you were comfortable around each other. you usually hugged, held hands and cuddled, he was used to you wearing his clothes –half of your closet were stolen hoodies that once belonged to him–, he even had a spare change of clothes in his room just in case you decided to drop by for an improvised sleepover. so it wasn’t surprising when sometimes when the two of you hung out on your own, people –even your friends in common– mistook you as a couple.

and the idea of you two dating made donghyuck feel sick to the stomach.

“we’re playing truth or dare, who wants to start?” seoyeon, one of your friends, spoke while looking around for someone to volunteer.

“i’ll go.” lucas raised his hand and everyone nodded, not minding.

the game went smoothly for a while and eventually, the more alcohol everybody drank, the crazier things got. mark ended up getting dared to lick whipped cream off of yuta’s chest and xiaojun had to cross-dress and dance on a table. everything was fine, you hadn’t been picked by anyone yet so you were pretty much having fun just enjoying the show.

until someone called your name.

“y/n, truth or dare?” jaehyun asked with a smirk.

he had an evil glint on his eyes making you feel suspicious. you knew you couldn’t choose truth or else everyone would make fun of you for being a pussy. and jaehyun just knew you well enough to know you weren’t going to let that happen.

you weren’t one to back down.

still, the way he stared at you made an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach.

what could he possibly have in mind?

“dare.”

seems like your gut feeling was right after all.

“give hyuck a lap dance,” jaehyun said immediately after the words left you mouth, making everyone in the room shake, some in excitement and some –you– in anger. donghyuck wasn’t expecting to take part in the dare, but he really wasn’t complaining either. “thank me later babe,” his shit-eating grin only adding fuel to the fire.

fuck.

just as eunbin, donghyuck could sense the sexual tension. and unlike you, he acknowledged it.

but for him it wasn’t just that.

you two had known each other –or at least acknowledged each other's existence– for a few years now, since high school. he was forced to see you almost every day at school, so, naturally, fondness for you started growing slowly in his chest. but it wasn’t until you both left for college that your ‘enemies’ label was established.

and if someone thought he may possibly like you, they were damn right.

he did.

it all started during freshman year, when he tried to befriend you during one of the classes you shared. you seemed irritated by his advances and wanted him away from you, so after a few attempts of softening your heart, he resolved that the only way to stay close to you was annoying the hell out of you.

childish? yeah. he cared? not really.

“come here, babe.” donghyuck tongued the inside of his cheek, a smirk forming on his lips. as he saw the grim look on your face, he sprawled his legs, patting his toned thigh invitingly, eager to get things started.

the look jaehyun gave you had ‘you’re not backing down, are you?’ written all over.

“shit, i hate jaehyun, why did he have to do me dirty like that?” you mumbled angrily to eunbin and she just laughed, finding the situation way funnier than you.

“maybe tonight won’t be as boring as you thought? maybe you’ll end up getting laid.” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and you only scoffed, “shut up, dumbass.”

“why did you have to do me like that, huh?!” you almost screamed at the older, taking a mental note to beat him up later. he just shrugged and threw you a wink, “asshole.”

mark patted your back to help you relax, he could see you weren’t exactly happy about your dare.

“come on, which song would you like, my lady?” lucas asked, scrolling through his spotify for suiting songs.

“or nah!” yangyang answered before you could even open your mouth. just as you were about to ask for a less sexual song, cheering erupted through the room.

everyone was pumped, adrenaline running through their veins and pushing them to do stupid stuff they would probably regret the next day after waking up hungover. and things just took a rather interesting turn, so they obviously were excitedly awaiting the next series of events.

yay, more stupid memories to regret later.

on the other hand, donghyuck was as doomed as you. he knew the song well, he knew the lyrics by heart but what he didn’t know was if he could control himself with you basically dry humping him in front of a bunch of people to the rhythm of it.

he wasn’t sure it was a great idea.

as soon as you got up to complete the dare, you heard cheering and clapping. and you weren’t going to lie, you wanted to throw yourself out of a window.

breathing deeply in an attempt of relaxing to just get it over with, you made your way towards donghyuck until you were standing a few feet in front of him.

as the music started playing, you started moving. running your finger on the surface of his clothed shoulder, you walked slowly around him, like a predator circling its prey. he tried not to follow your movements, already getting anxious by your closeness and nervously waiting for your next move.

i’ma smoke this joint then i’ma break you off.

i’d be lying if i said you ain’t the one.

you pushed his legs open and settled between them. your hands rubbed his thighs teasingly, fingers drawing closer to his crotch but not quite getting there. you took your sweet time feeling him up, softly scratching his strong arms and leaving red trails behind. donghyuck was so into it, enjoying the sight of you kneeling before him so much that his pants were already starting to feel tight.

heard you not the type that you take home to mom.

is we fuckin’ when we leave the club or nah?

i ain’t spendin’ cash for nothin’ i wanna see you take it off.

and oh how he wanted to see you take it off. all night he couldn’t take his eyes off of your figure, you looked really good in the outfit eunbin had chosen for you.

so good it was almost making him drool.

you sat on his lap, hands going to caress his toned chest and stomach. it was well-known that donghyuck exercised frequently, but it still surprised you. he felt so good you had to bite your lip to prevent a sound from coming out.

when you shifted to sit closer to him, his hands flew to your hips and you could tell his intention was to move them lower to grope your ass, but you weren’t having it.

do you like the way i flick my tongue or nah?

you can ride my face until you’re drippin’ cum.

“if you try to touch me again, i’ll tie you up,” you said with a sweet smile plastered on your face, grabbing him by the wrists and harshly dropping them away from you. donghyuck let out a startled gasp at that, obviously not expecting your attitude. with his hands twitching to grasp anything, he went to grip tightly the sides of the chair.

can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?

can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?

your hips ground against his crotch at such a slow pace that donghyuck was having trouble not pushing you down on him faster. he was getting embarrassingly hornier as seconds passed and wanted nothing more than to fuck you right then and there, even with his friends’ eyes on you both.

donghyuck tried so hard to restrain himself from touching you. he wasn’t one to follow orders, but he tried just for you, he really did.

i’m not the type to call you back tomorrow.

but the way you wrappin’ ‘round me is a prob.

and everything was fine until you kissed him. synchronized gasps filled the room, the sudden show of affection confusing everybody. not even your intoxicated self could understand what the hell were you doing nor who you were doing it with. his breath got stuck in his throat, heart thumping against his chest at an alarming rate. his hands almost tried to bring you closer, but he realized what he was doing on time to stop himself.

he finally broke down when your mouth sucked on his tongue, making his hips grind up against yours unconsciously as his hands grabbed you by your waist, pressing your body flush against his.

that was it.

“you asked for it,” your movements came to a stop as you took off your black leather belt, sticking to your threat of tying him up if he didn’t quit it.

pussy so good, i had to save that shit for later.

took her to the kitchen, fucked her right there on the table.

“oh shit,” donghyuck stirred under you trying to get out of the situation.

this couldn’t be happening.

“no, please,” he whimpered as you fastened the belt until it was wrapped tightly around his wrists, locking his arms behind his back. your audience was unable to hold in their surprise, some mouths falling open. he fought against the restraints to no avail, desperate to free himself, “please, let me go,” he cried out quietly, not wanting the other occupants in the room to hear him.

“stop complaining or else i’ll also gag you,” you spat harshly in his ear, done with his attitude, and he swallowed hard. as you nibbled on his lobe, you felt a strong sense of confidence. it made your chest swell in pride to see the usual big mouth jerk with a smug grin constantly attached to his face falling apart under your touch.

seems like he was the one to beg, after all.

you moved your hips to the rhythm of the music, making sure to press harder against the sensitive tip of his cock, which was already leaking precum. although you weren’t an expert, you’d given a fair share of lap dances, so you knew what you were doing.

and donghyuck could certainly tell.

don’t play with a boss, girl take it off.

take it for a real one.

you gon’ get it all.

“whose bitch are you now, huh?” donghyuck couldn’t speak properly, way too hot and bothered for his brain to come up with any smart-ass response.

you tsked disapprovingly at his lack of response.

“when i ask you a question, you answer.” your fingers tangled in his hair and with a harsh tug you forced him to look up. donghyuck was dazed, lips swollen from you biting on them, eyes glassy from arousal, and mind clouded with lust.

“yours.” he whimpered quietly, forgetting momentarily about your audience.

“good boy.”

you loved how easy it was for you to break him and leave him wanting more, to have him so putty in your hands. specially since hearing comments of other female classmates about donghyuck teasing them almost till the brim of tears was part of your day-to-day life. it felt like you were getting revenge for all of them, so you were enjoying it a lot more than anyone could imagine.

your plump lips trailed down the length of his neck, leaving wet kisses along his honey-like skin, and he threw his head back to give you more access. as you licked, sucked and bit the flesh, donghyuck could hear his heartbeat loud over the music. he usually wouldn’t let a girl suck hickeys on his skin, but the idea of you marking him while everyone watched was rather exciting.

he swore the seconds passed slower than usual. you were just halfway through the song but he didn’t know if he could survive any longer.

donghyuck felt light-headed and painfully aroused, and he wasn’t going to last long if you kept kissing him and moving your hips the way you were.

“i’ma go as far as you let me,” your movements became slower to tease him, making the poor boy want to cry in agony. his jeans felt way too tight to be comfortable and he hoped everyone could just leave you two alone to take it off.

“shit, please,” donghyuck’s eyes closed, head falling forward and hanging low as drops of sweat slid down his forehead. the room felt like an oven and he didn’t know if it was a result of the significant amount of people in such a small space, the alcohol, his choice of clothing or your body pressed closely against his.

probably the latter.

girl, is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?

can i bring another bitch? let’s have a threesome.

“keep saying you’re a freak, you gon’ prove it or nah?” you quietly sang along, pulling his face closer by his hair and grinding down on him harder.

donghyuck was going crazy, he had never expected you to be so sexy, to behave so dirtily. but he loved it, and by the prominent tent in his pants, everybody could tell he was in for the ride of his life.

you’s a ride-or-die chick, you with this shit or nah?

say you not a side bitch, you all-in or nah?

you gon’ make them eggs cheesy with them grits or nah?

you brought him in for a hot kiss that left his head spinning.

donghyuck was growing restless as his climax neared, he was so close he could almost taste it. he couldn’t remember when the last time he got so close to cumming only from some teasing was.

everything was happening so quickly he wasn’t able to stop himself before giving in to the pleasure.

“h-holy fuck,” with a shaky moan that you swallowed, donghyuck shot his load, staining the crotch of his dark jeans. you could feel the wetness seeping through the piece of clothing and dampening your bottoms. his hips gave a few more sloppy thrusts, legs shaking weakly and cock twitching from the confines of his jeans, before falling limp on the chair.

or nah.

as the song ended, he came down from his high. you freed him from the iron grip of your belt, the skin on his wrists was red and slightly swollen. you may have tightened it too much in the heat of the moment, but you weren’t apologizing after giving him probably the best orgasm of his life.

the bewildered expression on his face quickly turned grim as it hit him.

he came in his pants like a fucking teenager.

in a room full of people.

in front of his friends, yours and you.

his friends stood there, both confused and surprised to see donghyuck so affected by your touch. nobody had expected things to end the way they did.

“damn, are you okay my man?” johnny asked, laughing at his friend’s flustered state.

“shut up,” donghyuck answered bitterly. he shot up from his seat, grabbing your hand and shoving you inside the nearest bathroom in the house. he didn’t even care to cover the wet spot on his pants, walking with his chin up and a scowl plastered on his face.

and blame it on how riled up you had gotten from the feeling of his hard dick pressing against your needy pussy, but damn, he looked good.

“i wanna go next!” hendery spoke excitedly. you couldn’t tell if he was just messing with you or if he actually wanted you to give him a lap dance too. either way, it made your lips turn upwards in a smug grin.

once you both made it to the bathroom, he locked the door before pushing you against it, back pressed flush into the hard piece of wood. the ambience took a 180 turn, your confidence faltered slightly at the sight of his angry form.

“you think it’s funny, yeah?” he hummed angrily in your ear. “you think i’d let you do whatever you want and embarrass me in front of my friends just because you feel like it without payback?” the look on his eyes getting darker as the words left his mouth.

“if so, oh baby, you were so wrong.”

trying to test him, you decided to answer.

“you’re all bark and no bite, what else am i supposed to think?” you smirked devilishly when you saw him clench his jaw.

“you’re gonna regret being a brat,” his slender fingers wrapped themselves around your waist and with a harsh tug, he pulled you closer to attack your lips, biting and sucking on them, making your legs wobbly. he tasted sweet and bitter at the same time, probably from the liquor he had been drinking all night, and you couldn’t seem to get enough. his lips were soft and plush as they mingled with yours, teeth roughly clashing and tongues fighting for dominance, “am i?”

donghyuck hissed through his teeth as he unbuckled his pants, letting his cum-covered shaft spring free. he was already hard and you unconsciously rubbed your thighs together to ease some of the tension building up between them. his hand shot to your throat, tightening his grip until you couldn’t breathe properly, before forcing you on your knees.

donghyuck tapped his hard and heavy cock on your lips a couple of times before speaking. “open up, slut,” and you did as you were told, parting your lips and poking your tongue out, waiting for him to slide in.

but he didn’t.

he wanted you to lick him clean, he wanted to see you do as he said, follow his orders like a good girl without complaints.

“clean the mess you’ve done. now.”

the harsh tone of his voice sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. your hands immediately shot up to grab a hold of his length, but before you got too close he stopped you. confusion was written all over your face and for a moment you worried he had changed his mind.

“no hands, i want you to work on it only with that dirty mouth of yours.”

with your hands gripping onto his thighs, your tongue swiped from the base to the head of his cock, eagerly licking him clean. once you had swallowed every drop of his cum, your mouth took him whole, hollowing your cheeks, one hand massaging his balls. donghyuck threw his head back as yours bobbed at a rapid pace, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat as you swallowed around him.

when he was about to cum, he pulled away from your mouth, making you whine at the loss. wrapping his hand once again around your throat like a beautiful necklace, he forced you up on your feet. he turned you around before pulling you closer by a rough tug. your clothed ass pressed against his dick, a mixture of his arousal and your saliva wetting the cloth. your hips ground back to both tease him, desperate to feel something, anything. his hands went to the front of your jeans, rubbing his fingers over your clothed clit and a whimper fell from your lips.

“more, i need more,” you pleaded, the barrier of clothes making the feeling less pleasurable.

he surprisingly complied without resistance, dipping the digits under the restricting cloth. a deep groan vibrated against the side of your neck when he felt the wetness that had been gathering inside your panties since your dare.

“look at you, so damn wet,” his mouth watered at the feeling of your needy heat. at this point, donghyuck knew everyone had an idea of what you two could possibly be doing, and although he would enjoy returning the favour by eating you out to his heart’s content, there wasn’t enough space nor time to do so comfortably. but he swore he would make it up to you some time.

“for who is it, baby?” the answer was obvious, but still, he wanted to hear it directly from you. he inserted one long finger until it was knuckles deep inside of you and you let out a squeak, head falling back onto his shoulder.

“for you donghyuck, all for you.”

“that’s right, slut, only i can make you that wet, only i can touch you like this. you’re mine, don’t forget that,” he inserted a second finger and pumped them deeply into you.

“yes,” you breathed out softly, too far gone to fight back with a snarky remark.

although his fingers felt good and you could possibly –with a bit of an effort– cum just from them, you still wanted more. you wanted to feel the nice stretch of his cock tearing your walls apart.

“please, donghyuck.”

“what do you want?”

donghyuck knew what you wanted. fuck, he wanted it too, so bad. he had been waiting for an opportunity like this for a long time and now that he could finally have it, he was going to make the best out of it.

“fuck me,” your core ached to be filled so you swallowed your pride and spoke out.

“condom?”

“we don’t need it, i’m on the pill,” you rushed, stomach twisting and turning in excitement, “please, just fuck me.”

donghyuck’s eyes turned darker, lust clouding both of your minds with the only desire to fuck each other stupid. he pulled down your jeans so they were pooling on your ankles and went back to pump his fingers inside you to make sure you were ready to take him. as he entered you, you had to lean on the sink in front of you to hold yourself up or else you would have faceplanted the mirror.

“you feel so good, fuck, so fucking tight,” donghyuck growled when he was balls deep in you.

whimpers fell from your lips from the delicious stretch of his thick cock. after a few seconds of you adjusting to his size, you backed your ass into his hips to let him know you wanted him to move. he gave a couple of thrusts to test the waters before picking up his pace and you gripped the sides of the sink as he pounded into you. his mouth worked on your neck while you brought one of his hands under your shirt to play with your breasts.

“such a pretty sight, don’t you think?” he tugged harshly at your hair to force you to look at your reflection on the mirror, thrusts never faltering.

your makeup was ruined; lipstick smeared messily all over your lips from the hot make-out session, neck full of bruises donghyuck left to claim you, shirt pulled above your breasts displaying your puckered nipples while one of his big hands grabbed your boob as they bounced with every hard snap of his hips.

“you have no idea how many times i had to control myself not to pounce on you,” his eyes never left your quivering reflection, completely in love with the way your frame molded with his, “every single time you couldn’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed and all i wanted to do was shut you up with my cock.”

“f-fuck,” his thrusts turned rougher as his free hand wrapped around your neck, tightening his grip and amplifying the mind-blowing sensations he was giving you.

your asscheeks slapped against his hips, which drilled against you at an unhuman pace, hitting the right spots with every snap and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, loud moans threatening to fall from your lips so you slapped your palm over your mouth to muffle your sounds.

“don’t, i want to hear you,” he gave a particularly hard thrust to try and draw a sound out of you, “i want you to be so loud that all of our friends know what we’re doing, i want them to know how good i’m making you feel.”

specially mark.

but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

“h-hyuck,” you couldn’t hold back the broken moan that fell from your lips, pleasure overtaking your body. your hands gave in and you almost fell forward, but donghyuck reacted sooner and pulled you by your hair, holding you up.

“address me properly, brat,” he growled in your ear. you felt a hard slap on your ass, the skin of the abused area stinging from the impact.

“i’m sorry… fuck, donghyuck,” your cries went straight to his dick, urging him to fuck you harder. he kneaded the flesh soothingly before spanking it again and again until you could make out the imprint of his big hand on your asscheek.

“f-faster, please,” you pleaded in a whine and he tsked, shaking his head, “such a greedy little slut.”

“what would everyone think of you if they could see you so eagerly taking my cock, mm?” donghyuck hummed, “begging for me to fuck you until you can’t walk properly?

shocks of pleasure shot through you, his dirty talk helping you reach your release faster than you anticipated. his grip on you was so tight you were sure you were going to be sore the next day. your moans turned pornographic as you neared your release, your walls squeezed around donghyuck to the point he was unable to move, so he started drawing circles over your sensitive clit to help you get off.

“let go, baby.”

and soon, his touch threw you over the edge, causing your body to shake and a broken moan to fall from your lips, legs weak as your whole weight only relied on your arms for support. he followed shortly after, grunting as he filled you up with his warm and sticky essence.

as he pulled out, a mixture of your slick juices and his seed leaked from your abused hole, dripping down your inner thighs. his fingers slid over to gather the drops of cum and opposite to your assumption, he didn’t push it back inside of you but brought the digits to your face, waiting for you to open your mouth.

“suck.”

and you did, eyes locked with his through the mirror as your tongue swirled around his fingers to lick them clean.

“fuck,” donghyuck sighed, “i didn’t know you were so dirty, sweetheart.”

and the teasing comes back.

“do you want me to remind you how i made you cum in your pants back there in a room full of people?” you rolled your eyes in disbelief and he just let out a breathy laugh.

“whatever. either way, even if they didn’t have the pleasure of fucking you or at least seeing you get fucked, they surely could hear you from how loud you were screaming my name.”

“good thing mark now knows who you belong to,” the words slipped out of his mouth before he could think and both of you shared a look of pure shock.

“did you just mention mark?”

“…no?”

“you did! what the fuck? were you jealous of mark?” you asked, eyes wide as you remembered the disgusted look on his face when you and mark got too touchy with each other during the game.

“i am jealous of mark.”

“what? why?”

“oh my god, you’re so dense.”

“shut up, i’m not.”

“yes, you are. i like you dumbass, that’s fucking why. why wouldn’t i be jealous if you two act like you’re dating but always deny it when questioned? i can give you my hoodies, i can cuddle you and hold your hand, i can spoil you with cute stuff. i can be your boyfriend, it doesn’t have to be him.”

everything was so weird.

you were supposed to be enemies for fucks sake.

but he looked cute with pouty lips.

“well, you sure have got a damn weird way of demonstrating it.”

“shut up, okay?” donghyuck snapped, done with trying to get you to shut the fuck up. “i just didn’t know how to approach you or talk to you at all, alright?” he sighed, a scowl forming on his face. “you always seem to be angry when i’m around.” the change in his voice shocked you, it was much softer now, as if he was afraid of you hearing it.

“hey, don’t beat yourself for it, alright?” you sighed, feeling bad for being so mean to him for no reason. because you really didn’t have a reason. whenever you weren’t at each other’s throats and you got time to observe him from afar, you saw how caring he was with his friends, even if most of the time he annoyed the crap out of them.

donghyuck actually seemed like a good guy… if you ignored his teasing.

maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought.

“so, would you be my-,”

suddenly, the sound of banging on the door resonated through the room.

“are you done already? i need to pee.”

you quickly fixed your clothes, embarrassed by the presence of someone outside the door waiting for you and donghyuck to get out and momentarily forgetting about the boy’s proposal. just as you were about to open the door and get yourself the fuck out of the situation, his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer and whisper to your ear in a way you could feel your panties get damp once again.

“we’re not done yet, princess.”

–lia:)