#and I am too lazy to go though the trouble of trying to mess with it more

[not-a-matopoeia]

For all the issues I have with the reboot (2009) movies, I do love the casting so here they are

(McCoy's forehead is that big because he's uhh smart... yeah...)

[songbirdseung]

cute aggression / lee heeseung

who could get any cuter than your boyfriend, lee heeseung.? notoriously known to have that flity, confident, and "playboy" persona. consider yourself lucky that you get to see that side of him as much as he considers himself lucky that you see right through him and see him for who he really is; bambi boy.

there he is, walking toward you with that signature smirk, each step laced with effortless confidence. it’s never a dull task to simply watch him—to admire the way the world seems to bend in his favor, how his presence alone can turn even the most ordinary moment into something captivating. but even better than watching from afar is the chance to sit beside him, to talk for hours about everything and nothing, just soaking in the sound of his voice and the thoughts that run through his mind.

spending time with him is your favorite part of the day. no matter how exhausting work is, the second you're in his presence, everything feels lighter. his smile alone is enough to heal the weight of the world on your shoulders. that's just the way he is; your love, your safe place, your everything. just as you are his.

"you're staring again, baby."

his fingers snap in front of your face, pulling you back to reality, though you weren’t exactly lost... just caught up in admiring him again.

"i’d be stupid not to."

flirting with him is a dangerous game, mostly because you never win. he always has something better up his sleeve, something that makes you lose your train of thought entirely, leaving you flustered, speechless, and struggling to recover. it’s infuriating sometimes, but mostly, it makes your heart race, your legs weak, and your cheeks burn. and he knows it too. he lives for the way you react, never missing an opportunity to tease you for it.

but every once in a while, you manage to turn the tables, catching him off guard and getting to see that rare, vulnerable side of him; the side that turns the confident, smooth talker into the softest, most lovable mess.

like in the mornings, when he clings to you like a lifeline the moment you try to slip out of bed. his grip tightens, his face buried in your neck, a lazy pout forming on his lips as he mumbles half-asleep protests.

"pleaaase, just stay with me a little longer… or else i’ll cry."

you laugh, brushing a hand through his messy hair, knowing full well he’s only being dramatic to get what he wants. but you let him have his way because, really, who could ever say no to him?

he’s a fool in love, and maybe you are too. but if this is what love looks like...full of teasing, laughter, warmth, and unwavering affection.... then yes please

"you're so dramatic," you mumble, though your fingers still find their way into his hair, combing through the soft strands. he hums in satisfaction, nuzzling even further into you, completely unbothered by your half-hearted complaints.

"and yet, you love me for it," he says smugly, his voice slightly muffled against your skin.

you roll your eyes, but there's no denying it. you do love him. every ridiculous, dramatic, overly affectionate part of him.

"just five more minutes," he pleads, his grip on you tightening like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. "or ten. actually, let’s just stay like this forever."

you sigh, pretending to think about it. "hmm, tempting, but i do have responsibilities, you know?"

he groans, clearly not liking your answer. "boo, responsibilities are overrated. i am your responsibility now. take care of me."

"oh, so now i’m your personal caretaker?" you tease, poking his cheek.

he finally lifts his head, resting his chin on your shoulder as he gives you that boyish, sleepy grin that always gets you in trouble. "obviously. i’m a very needy boyfriend, in case you haven't noticed."

you huff, feigning exasperation, but your resolve is crumbling fast, especially when he presses a slow, lingering kiss to your shoulder, his way of silently begging you to stay.

and that’s when you cave.

letting out a dramatic sigh of your own, you reach for your phone, scrolling through your contacts. sunghoon would kill you for skipping work, but whatever.

"you're lucky i love you," you mutter as you press call, holding the phone to your ear.

"oh?" he perks up instantly, his sleepy eyes suddenly wide with excitement. "are you actually calling in sick?"

"shh, i’m trying to sound convincing," you scold, waving a hand at him. but he’s already grinning, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling in satisfaction.

"i’m the best boyfriend ever," he sighs dreamily. "i should get an award for this."

"you should get a job," you shoot back, hanging up after successfully convincing your boss that you were too sick to come in.

he gasps, placing a hand over his heart. "wow. that was uncalled for."

you laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. "just making sure your ego stays in check."

he wraps his arms around your waist again, pulling you flush against him. "oh, baby, my ego is fine. but now that you’re staying home with me…" he smirks, flipping you onto your back so he’s hovering over you, "…what should we do with all this extra time?"

you shove his face away with a laugh, but neither of you makes any effort to move from bed. it looks like the rest of the day will be spent exactly like this

and honestly? you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[thaplugdaughter]

Sweet Like Honey.

elias stack moore x black!fem oc. honey willams.

synopsis : honey finds herself back with her parents again in clarksdale, mississippi. new york wasn’t going so well for her as she expected leading her back where she started. only this time, she didn’t have in mind she’d be messing with some she always seen as trouble.

ps. this is written in modern times boo!

honey stood on the porch of where she grew up at, the feeling of the blazing sun hitting her caramel skin. her brothers were carrying her stuff into her old bedroom where she’d be renovating cause she didn’t find herself leaving here anytime soon. this was all crazy to her cause she found herself thinking a couple of years ago she’d be somewhere big with her talent.

see, honey wasn’t no ordinary girl. could dance, sing like a angel. and she was pretty, her momma blessed her with big talents. the only thing was honey couldn’t control the sass she had & she wouldn’t accept no bullshit from anybody, which held her back from a lot of opportunities unfortunately. but honey knew she’d find better one day. she was only 22, she has much time to figure it out.

“honey, close that door and come in you lettin’ bugs in here girl.” her father said, honey hurried in closing the door. the creaking wood making a noise as soon as she stepped on it. “dang daddy, i thought y’all said y’all was gone fix this. that noise is dreadful.” honey’s father quinton laughed.

“it’s in the process. besides you know we gettin old and your brothers don’t wanna do nothin round here. your sister neither. y’all all lazy!” amir rolled his eyes at your fathers words. “technically, we do be helping around here but i got more things to worry about then fixing a old house.” oh amir, honey’s smartmouthed brother. he was going into his sophomore year & currently playing basketball.

honey’s younger brother, malakhi. going into his freshman year right along honey’s sister tiana. malakhi, only God knows what he does. he’s good at football, basketball was never his thing, and tiana? she’s just a copy and paste of honey. but a sporty version, the sass way worse though.

“amir, this house may be old but its built and has plenty of love within these walls. you should appreciate it more, this house would go for so much money these days.” honey’s mother jacqueline said. amir sighed and walked off in the hallways to his room. jacqueline continued stirring the lemonade to go with the dinner she prepared for tonight. opening her mouth to ask honey a question, “how was new york? did you miss home?”

honey sucked her teeth and fidgeted with her finger nails. “it was beautiful, certain parts were. homesick a little, but i could always come back anytime and here i am. so i’m not worried.” honey’s mother finished her lemonade and placed it in the fridge to save. “do you have any plans for down here honey? you know you could put that singing to use. them twins done opened a juke joint.” twins?

surely she wasn’t talking about elias & elijah. honey hadn’t seen them in years, they had left before she left for new york. she dreaded them, well used too. she couldn’t lie, they were sexy as hell but damn so troublesome always in something. nothing was ever done about it either, it was so weird down here honey wondered what power they held over clarksdale.

“you talkin’ bout the moore twins momma?” honey asked shifting her position in the chair she sat in. jacqueline nodded. “it’s going good, i think you should try it out honey. no funny business though, if you’d stop bein’ so rude all the time you’d be somewhere in new york and not here.”

“your momma’s right honey. you gotta watch your mouth, you sure as hell ain’t set no good example for tiana cause that’s all she know how to do is run her mouth.” honey couldn’t do anything but agree with them, honey definitely had a way with words. she had a issue with violence too but she learned to calm it down over the years.

“i know, i know. i guess ill check the juke out sometime this week.” honey replied. she still didn’t know how to feel about working for the twins though, well that’s even if she got a spot there. “momma, how you know they gon’ accept me?” she asked confused. her momma looked at her in her eyes and said “cause you gone show out & give them a reason to hire you honey.”

although jacqueline & quinton wanted honey to be the best of herself, quinton didn’t trust the smokestack twins one bit. mainly stack, and what’s understood doesn’t have to be explained. stack’s just pure trouble & evil. it didn’t take much to know that. but, he wasn’t gonna stop honey from chasing after her dreams.

honey found herself walking upstairs into the hallway where her room was, she looked at the yellow walls she had painted when she was 13, she felt it fit her name honey well. now she wanted to redo everything, she felt she was a bit too grown for something like this. but, only time will tell what decisions honey decides to make.

honey found herself in bo chow’s grocery store chopping it up with cornbread. she wondered why cornbread was over here when he should be working with his life, but she wasn’t the questioning type.

“well honey, what you doin’ back down here? i thought you left us for the big city.” cornbread asked, honey chuckled. “what can i say, i missed home. the big city will be there waiting for me, i wanna try some stuff out down here. besides, y’all don’t want me to be here or something?” she asked, obviously joking. bo stood behind the register counting bills when he turned up to look at honey.

“of course we want ya’ here. you always welcome.” he smiled, “i figured.” honey replied. “but um, what’s this about this new juke joint? y’all know if they hiring?” cornbread and bo looked at her. “you, you wanna work for the twins? with the mouth you got?” cornbread asked. honey playfully slapped him on the shoulder, “well duh? ain’t that why i’m askin? they gone accept me anyway im like.. sent from heaven literally.” they laughed at honey.

“well, honey i think you gone get it. the only thing you gone have to worry about is competition with mary cause she gone think you out for her stack.” lisa said, you laughed at lisa’s comment, like you would be worried about some fucking mary. “thanks lisa, i really appreciate that. you speakin it into existence unlike cornbread and your father here.”

“you know they think they know everything.” lisa said, her father shooting her a glare cause he knew she was right, she hurried out of them room before bo could say anything because.. let’s be honest here.

“you might as well go tonight honey & see what the juke talking about. i work the doors so i can let you in for the free this time.” cornbread said, honey hugged him “i wasn’t gone pay anyway.” honey said before grabbing her bags and heading on her way back home. honey walked here in the blazing sun which was crazy because, damn was it hot. but honey ain’t have on no bundled up clothes like she usually did so honey didn’t really care.

honey dropped her bag on the porch to take her keys out to unlock the door & walked in carrying her bags to her room. she had bought some stuff to put in her room & a couple of paint cans to repaint her room soon with the help from her father. she laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling wondering how tonight would go & would she make a good impression.

ain’t nobody seen her in 5 years, honey’s grown a lot. curves gotten different and all that, she looked good & grown now. she found herself at her sisters door knocking to ask her to help find a outfit tonight, honey was just going to check it out to see if she liked it, if she didn’t.. well she would leave it alone but if she did she’d be back tomorrow looking for a job.

“tiana, open the door i need your help.” she heard a groan and tiana got off her bed opening the door for honey, “what you want?” tiana said, the sass in her voice at an all time high. “for you to help me pick out something to wear tonight to the joint, don’t be doing all that your wanna be mean ass.” tiana scoffed, “i guess honey. you act like you going to impress somebody or something.” honey stared at her and just headed to her room with tiana following behind her.

“listen, you need to wear a dress. one that gives off sexy, cause i feel like you tryna impress somebody but i can’t put my finger on who yet.” honey laughed, “i’m tryna leave a good impression cause if i like it im coming back tomorrow to apply for a job there, but i got some dresses for you to pick out let me get them.”

honey searched through her bags picking out some dresses for tiana to choose and laid them out on the bed, tiana got up and looked at all of them. “some of these kind of boring, but this one is perfect honey.” she picked out a mid-length dark red dress, the dress backless & perfect to show off honey’s curves.

honey picked it up and looked at it, “you don’t think this a bit too much? i don’t even know why i bought this.” tiana sat back on honey’s bed and sighed “you just think it’s too much cause you bein’ boring. i don’t know why you tryna act so Godly now.”

“i ain’t actin, i am. im changing for the better.” honey smirked, “most definitely not but you need to be getting ready cause it’s getting late and you right here tryna talk up a storm.” tiana said as she exited honey’s room closing the door behind her.

honey sighed and placed her stuff on the bed & walked into the attached bathroom turning on her shower and dropping her clothes, as she got into the shower the lukewarm water hit her skin. she grabbed her loofah & squeezed out her favorite scented cocoa butter wash.

all she could think to herself is, how did she find herself back here and was it because she was moving too fast? it most definitely was because she was moving too fast. but maybe this was apart of a plan God had set for her. maybe, or maybe not?.

she rubbed the lotion on her skin, making sure to get every part of her body along with the cocoa butter oil. putting her deodorant on, and sliding into her dress.

she called tiana back in to help her tie the back, tiana looking at her up & down. “see i told you it would look nice, you most definitely have grown into your grown woman body.” honey laughed at tiana, she looked in the mirror at herself though and damn did she look good. her natural curls in a flip over a the top and the rest is laying on her shoulders. her caramel skin shining due to the oil, her chest popping out more than usual.

she walked over to her dresser and attached her bracelets, putting in her diamond earrings & slipping on her open toed laced up black heels. grabbing her purse and putting all her things in, she hugged her sister goodbye and went on her way.

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as she reached the juke joint she could hear the loud southern blues being played, she seen slim and cornbread at the door of course a whisky flask in slim’s hand, and cornbread cracking another joke. people on the sides of the building laughing & some arguing.

honey got out of the car, locked it and walked over to the entrance. cornbread looked honey up & down, “well hello to you also honey.” he shook her hand, “hi cornbread, and hi slim since you acting like you seen a ghost.”

he took another sip of his flask, “i thought i did, i might be seeing a ghost i thought you was in the big city.” cornbread laughed, “uh, annie and them inside. you should go check it out.” he said as he let honey in, letting her wander around.

people were dancing, some at the bar. some making out & she seen someone singing, and honey noticed it was little sammie, and damn does he have a voice on him. she walked through the crowd and took a seat at a table, and there he was. on the side of the stage matchstick in his mouth, gold grill shining and dimples showing. standing next to his twin brother, the more sophisticated one in honey’s eyes.

she rolled her eyes & turned the other way and seen pearline & annie. she hadn’t spoken to them in years. honey got up out her seat and made her way to the table they were at, they looked at her in shock. “honey, you back? since when?” pearline asked.

honey sat down answering pearline’s question and greeting them, “what you doing here honey?” annie asked, “my momma told me to see if i could get a job here, and cornbread recommended me to check it out.”

“well he did the right thing, but i don’t see you working here ending in somethin’ good honey. you and stack don’t mix well at all, and he one of the owners.” pearline said, annie shaking her head to agree with her.

“man ain’t nobody worried about no damn stack, what are they doing back here anyway?” honey replied, “they was done doin’ business in chicago i assume. and smoke probably missed him some annie.” pearline said, a laugh followed behind. annie blushed, “pearline rest your mouth, please.” they shared a laugh, but annie and pearline looked behind honey to see the twins standing behind her, “why the hell y’all lookin’ like that?” she turned around.

stack stared in her eyes, she stared in his. the empty soulless eyes he had, and the pretty brown ones she had. “didn’t think we’d see you again, big city girl.” stack said, smoke made his way over to where annie was & sat beside her. stack pulling out a chair beside honey.

honey scoffed, “i don’t know why the hell you speaking to me, damn devil reincarnated.” stack placed his hat on the table turning his attention to honey, “you always so feisty with me girl, i ain’t do nothin’ to ya.” pearline chucked, “stack you always tryna make your move on someone, you know you got crazy mary on your side leave honey alone.”

stack rolled his eyes at pearline, “pearline be worried about that sorry ass excuse of a husband you have.” everyone laughed, “but preacher boy always waitin’ for ya.” he grinned, honey couldn’t lie elias was something sexy but his personality.. just no.

but as soon as honey looked up, she seen smoke and annie over there eye fucking each other. she supported them 100% but she couldn’t witness this so she made her way to the bar, stack following behind her. why? she didn’t know but she wished he’d stop.

“stack, what the hell do you want?” he grinned at her, “you what else?” she rolled her eyes, “i’m not finna be one of your lil toys, i’m just here cause i wanna work here. so interview me.” he laughed, “okay your hired, work the bar.” she was confused

“you didn’t even interview me, you don’t even know if i have bar experience.” he pointed at the bartender, “he can teach ya, but back to our conversation. why you think ima play with you?” he looked at her up and down, admiring every curve honey had.

“because, your stack. i’m honey, and you know what honey don’t do? mess with no nigga named stack.” she grinned, “you gone be up under me one day, just know it.” he grinned at her, grabbing her chin and then letting go to wander off.

“tuh, i wish the hell i would.” she mumbled, but she couldn’t lie the interaction just gave her that feeling in her lower stomach, he might just be right.

ion write, so i think i over did it. but these dividers aren’t mineee, credits too @cursed-carmine .

[king-candybug-backup]

Oh my gosh, ANOTHER new chapter coming already!? Take some breaks dude!!! Genuine question, how do you write SO much SO fast and STILL have it feeling this high quality? Is there a method to your madness??? (Amazing work so far btw!)

WHEN I SAID CHAPTER 11 AND 12 WERE BEING MAJOR ROADBLOCKS, I MEANT IT LMFAO, NOW THAT I AM FREED FROM THOSE SHACKLES I AM ON ONE HELL OF A ROLL!!!

In all honesty, a lot of my “speed” actually comes down to laziness and lack of skill, lmao. Don’t get me wrong, I’m EXTREMELY happy people are enjoying the fic this much, but I do think there are some objective flaws with it that often get overlooked. And it’s not like that’s particularly BAD, it’s just fanfic and I’m doing this solely for fun lmao, but it isn’t quite what I’d consider “high-quality” to that extent. I’ve spoken before about having trouble with some technical stuff like consistent POV and describing scenery, but there’s some bigger issues, too.

For an example of what I mean, I straight-up gloss over scenes that are too difficult for me to write out in full. The part in chapter 4 of Vanellope telling Sugar Rush that King Candy was still alive and working with them was something that ABSOLUTELY should’ve been shown directly rather than something talked about after it had already happened. Same for Vanellope’s fight with Taffyta this latest chapter, it was 100% something that should’ve been its own scene, and I had planned for both of these to be their own scenes at the time, but I just straight-up could not get my brain to cooperate on how to write them. Types of scenes like that, ones that I know for a fact will give me major creative blocks in trying to figure them out, are ones that I usually choose to instead turn into narrative commentary explaining what happened rather than showing it. There’s not actually a whole lot of scenes that get this treatment, but there have been a good chunk of things that were supposed to happen a certain way, but I could not get it feeling right on paper, so I rework or disregard the scene and move on. It’s not a very good thing to do on a quality-assurance level, but I am not a professional writer and I refuse to hold myself to those standards when I’m doing this for fun and for free, lmao. (The only thing that’s important for me to handle more carefully/correctly is the NPD representation, since there’s such horrible stigma irl in the way people view it, but that part of writing is my bread and butter and NEVER gives me creative issues since it’s my main inspiration and I love writing it, so that’s not a problem in this particular situation.) So yeah, I think it would objectively make the fic better if I went into more depth regarding stuff like the political/emotional side of what’s going on for Sugar Rush’s citizens throughout this mess, but I personally don’t have fun trying to figure out how to do that well, and I’m doing this mainly for my own enjoyment, so that’s what I’m going to prioritize, lol. I enjoy writing King Candy and the core four’s shenanigans the most, so they are what gets my focus. I think the fic is still enjoyable enough even though I’m not fleshing out everything that I should be, so frankly I don’t really care about trying to make myself do that at the detriment of my own motivation, lol. Besides which, I know other people are enjoying the story regardless of the flaws I think it has, so it’s like, whatever, as long as everybody’s having fun, who really cares, anyway. 😂 (And btw I’m not saying that as if I think people shouldn’t be allowed to dislike the fic or how parts of it are handled lmfao, obviously that’s stupid and I’m straight-up in agreement that there are flaws with it, I’m just saying that I’m gonna stick with writing it exactly how I want to, even though I know there are things that could be way better if I sacrificed a lot more mental energy to follow through. I’m just deadass NOT willing to do that extra sacrifice, lmfao)

[artemisdesari-blog]

The trouble with writing a long AU is sometimes it sparks ideas for others based off narrative choices. In this case; what would have happened if the deal between Dooku and Fett in Careless To Let It Fall had been allowed to happen.

After killing Komari, Fett encounters Dooku who offers him the job of being the progenitor and trainer of an army of clones. So good, so canon. In Careless this is expanded on as a deal where two hundred thousand men are grown and trained purely for the purpose of overthrowing the Republic Senate who are responsible for, among many things, supporting the New Mandalorian's take over of Mandalore (leading to something of a cultural genocide) and the mission to Galidraan where Dooku was given all the wrong information as part of a Death Watch trap, but Jango shot first. Obviously there are more issues than that, and Jango is in full on revenge and not thinking clearly mode, but that's the base of it. As Jango’s payment for helping the Jedi effectively overthrow the Senate (cesspool of corruption that it is) Jango will be given fifty thousand of those men to use to wipe out any Death Watch in hiding and take back Mandalore. Obviously, neither Dooku nor Jango mean to keep their end of the deal. Dooku knows Palpatine has bigger plans and will work on Jango as much as possible to make a larger army and Jango intends to just abscond with every clone when the time comes and wipe out any Jedi who come for them.

This where Careless and whatever this AU is would diverge. In Careless Qui-Gon Jinn lives, Obi-Wan goes off to do his own thing, and Fett gets aggressively mind wiped and controlled by Dooku and Sidious so that he truly becomes the major asshole we all love. There's other stuff, but that hasn't been revealed yet even though I'm at chapter 100.

In this universe, Qui-Gon would die and the Trade Federation, humiliated by how Sidious used them, would find a way to off the Chancellor of the Republic as a final fuck you. Maybe Palpatine’s death is just an accident. Either way, Sidious is out of the picture but the clones are already in production and the Senate is still a total cesspool of corruption and arrogance and greed. Without Sidious to help facilitate the plan of playing one side of a conflict against the other, Dooku has to rethink and do it fast. He rejoins the order (or stays, some agree he left before Qui-Gon died and just stopped by to visit, others think it was what caused him to leave and I am too tired and lazy to check which is correct), forms a relationship with Obi-Wan even though he doesn’t bring him into the plan because he can tell Obi doesn't have time due to Anakin’s everything, because I am trash for Grandpa Dooku stuff, and begins to quietly convince younger and more idealistic Jedi that the Senate needs an overhaul, usually approaching them after missions gone wrong, while periodically checking in on Jango and the clones.

All on Kamino appears to be going according to the revised plan, except its actually going according to Jango’s plan. Jango pulls in the trainers and spends a couple of years weeding out the ones he can't actually trust as much as he hoped while quietly adopting a few dozen clones, including many fan faves. Other trainers adopt other clones, those clones adopt brothers, they basically become a group of clans with Jango as their Mand'alor. Dooku’s Jedi come for their one hundred and fifty thousand soldiers who will help them overturn the Senate and the clones turn on the Jedi, capture them, and head off to Mandalore to take what Jango has promised them with Fett as their leader and Cody as his right hand. Predictably, Obi-Wan is sent to Mandalore to deal with the fall out while the rest of the Jedi Council try to work out what the actual fuck happened and how Dooku managed it.

In all likelihood this would result in the Jedi leaving the Republic because the fact that Dooku managed to draw a good number of them into the mess would catch attention and make things very difficult. We would probably end up with some Codywan (because this is me) but that would probably only be implied at the end rather than the focus.

But, yes, the danger of long form AUs and the ideas that narrative choices spark. Another one for the maybe some day pile.

[simpforsix]

ai continues fanfics badly

hello, i am a fanfiction writer and i've seen people say that they use ai to continue stories past what the author has written. i don't like the use of ai for this, since it steals writing and is very lazy.

so, i decided to experiment by putting one of my fics into chatgpt and telling it to continue the story.

i used my fic 'cotton and wool', which you can find on my ao3 under the same username as here (simpforsix). it's a short fic about historical fashion in the video game vampyr. please DO NOT put anyone's stories into any ai! i only did this because 1. it is my fic and 2. i wanted to see how good it actually is at continuing fics.

let's go through what chatgpt wrote paragraph by paragraph:

As Jonathan steps out into the cool night air, the streets of London feel both familiar and foreign. The gas lamps flicker like distant stars, casting elongated shadows that dance across the cobblestones. He pauses for a moment, allowing the sounds of the city to wash over him: the distant clatter of horse hooves, the soft murmur of conversations spilling from nearby taverns, and the occasional shout from a street vendor hawking his wares.

this just doesn't make sense in canon. chatgpt doesn't seem to know what era it's even writing for, talking about horses even though this is london in 1918. it is able to mimic my writing style a bit, but my writing style isn't particularly unique so it could just be getting lucky. i like the descriptions, but it just doesn't set the scene as post-war london. it's more small town than what the game is actually like.

Tonight, he plans to visit his usual haunts: the alleyways behind Whitechapel, where the lost and forgotten often gather. They are his people—those who have slipped through society’s cracks. As he walks, he can’t help but reflect on the changes that have occurred since his transformation. The world feels sharper, colors more vivid, and sounds more pronounced, but it’s a trade-off he never quite reconciles.

ok so it knows about whitechapel but... what does it mean the alleys behind whitechapel? because whitechapel is a district, and the citizens are on the streets. bigger issue here is the bit about his transformation. if i was writing this i would note the fact that he can see the blood or has greater power, since that's the actual trade-off that was made. also, a bit nitpicky, but the use of commas in the last sentence is a bit off for reasons i can't put my finger on. i'd also use the past tense in the bit about a trade-off, but that's just me.

(though, it is trying to emulate my work, so i guess my nitpicky things about what i would do are valid)

He makes his way through the winding streets, his mind drifting to the last patient he treated—a young boy who had fallen ill with a fever. Jonathan remembers the boy's mother, her eyes hollow with fear, and he had promised to return with more remedies. He should check on them tonight.

As he approaches the alley that leads to Whitechapel, a low voice calls out to him from the shadows. "Doctor! Over here!"

It’s Clara, a familiar figure draped in a tattered shawl, her face partially obscured by the darkness. She is one of the many souls he has helped, a former seamstress who now lives on the fringes of society.

most of this is fine, except for the fact that clara does not exist in game and no citizens live in any of the alleys that lead to whitechapel except for one man who lives in a flat. i would have used an already existing character for this, or if i was making an oc i would have given her a bit more background if i wanted her to be a 'familiar figure'. her description is also a bit too similar to old bridget or another skal, which i would have avoided.

“Clara,” he replies, hurrying toward her. “What troubles you tonight?”

She leans closer, her voice a hushed whisper. “It’s not me. It’s Benny. He’s gone and got himself into a right mess. He was chasing after some street rats and came back with something…something strange.”

who is benny and why was he chasing street rats? what is happening?

Jonathan furrows his brow, his instincts kicking in. “What do you mean, strange?”

“He’s feverish, but it’s different. His skin—it's all red and raw, like he’s been burned. And he won’t stop shivering, even in this cold.” Clara’s voice trembles with urgency.

“Lead the way,” Jonathan replies, following her deeper into the alley.

The narrow path twists between crumbling buildings, their brick facades covered in grime. The air grows thick with the smell of dampness and decay. As they approach Clara’s makeshift shelter—a collection of blankets and old crates—Jonathan feels a sense of dread settling in his stomach.

if i was writing this i would try to match it to the map, which chatgpt is incapable of doing because it can't play the game. i can't think of a single place that matches this description that goes off an alley leading to whitechapel. and why is her shelter just blankets and crates? if this happened in universe she would already be a skal. i would have either written her as a squatter or as someone living in very cheap accommodations.

Inside, the flickering light of a single candle reveals Benny, a small boy with tousled hair and wide, terrified eyes. He is curled up on the ground, shaking violently. Jonathan kneels beside him, placing a hand on the boy’s forehead. It burns like fire.

a SINGLE CANDLE?? that's just not how light works. chatgpt also never tells us the relation between clara and benny, which seems like important information. and jonathan, being cold as a corpse, is not a reliable narrator when it comes to temperature.

“What did you find, Benny?” he asks gently, trying to coax him to speak.

dude you use mesmerism all the time why aren't you using it here?

The boy’s eyes dart around the room, finally resting on Jonathan. “Rats,” he stammers, “but they weren’t like the others. They had…glowing eyes.”

Jonathan’s heart sinks. Glowing eyes? That could mean something far worse than just an ordinary illness. “Clara, did he touch them?”

again, if chatgpt was capable of playing the game it would make a connection between the glowing eyes and skals. but it can't. because it's a computer program. this also feels completely divorced from canon. authors making new threats usually connect them in some way to the already existing threats. this is a completely new story that it's making up as it goes along.

AND JONATHAN LITERALLY FACED THE VAMPIRE EPIDEMIC! HE KNOWS IT'S NOT SPREAD JUST BY TOUCH AND SHOULD HAVE ENOUGH EXPERIENCE TO BE COMING UP WITH THEORIES!

“I don’t know! He just started screaming and ran back here,” she replies, wringing her hands.

As Jonathan examines Benny, he can feel a chill creeping into his bones, a reminder of the darker forces at play in the city. He knows he has to act quickly. “We need to get him to a proper place, somewhere safe where he can be treated."

why isn't he using his blood sight? you know, the mechanic that literally every medical examination in the game is based around? and why would he bring someone possibly infected by a supernatural virus to the hospital?

Before Clara can respond, the ground beneath them trembles slightly, as if the city itself is responding to their urgency. Jonathan stands up, determination setting his jaw. “I’ll find help. Stay with him, and keep him warm.”

very cliche to have the ground tremble. i don't like it. and what help is he getting? why isn't he, as a doctor, handing out medicine for the fever? this guy isn't jonathan reid at this point.

With that, he rushes back into the night, his mind racing. The glowing-eyed rats are no ordinary creatures; he can feel it in his marrow. They are likely a symptom of something more sinister lurking in the shadows of London, something that could threaten not only Benny but all of those who live in the dark corners of the city.

wasn't this... the plot of the game? this would be a very boring story if i wrote it like this. it's just rehashing the exact same plot as the game.

As he weaves through the streets, Jonathan knows he must confront this new menace. After all, he’s no longer just a doctor; he’s become a guardian of the night, a protector of those who cannot protect themselves. And if there’s one thing he’s learned in his time walking these streets, it’s that the darkness can only be fought with light.

it's a bit pompous to refer to himself as the guardian of the night, but i'll allow it for the sake of his saviour complex. what i won't allow is the fact that it does not reference the source material at all. there's nothing about the skals, about the red queen, hell it doesn't even say the word vampire! you would have no idea this was about vampyr if you read this as a standalone.

the biggest issue with this whole thing is that it DOESN'T CONTINUE MY STORY AT ALL. that was the only goal and it failed. my story is about historical fashion, exploring menswear in the early 20th century. that was why i wrote it. this "continuation" doesn't even mention historical fashion. it doesn't continue my idea of how his clothes would constantly be getting dirty, it doesn't show him providing healthcare, it disregards the entire story that it was based on. this is just a oneshot with a plot that rehashes the original story as if it never happened and doesn't even mention vampires.

so my question is: WHY would you use chatgpt to continue stories? even disregarding all the ethical concerns, it's just bad at it. maybe it does well sometimes, but other times it seems to go rogue and forget what you even told it to do. this is nothing like what i would write, nor does it make sense as a vampyr fanfic. if you want to see a continuation, ask the author to either continue it or for permission to write a continuation yourself. don't plug it into ai just for it to steal work and give you shit.

[nathansmmrs]

Life gets you done sometimes for the simplest of things like a friends mom dying or how you react to the circumstances. I've never been one to show emotion in others' misfortune, but it affects me all the same. I never know what to say or do in situations, and I feel half-hearted in words of comfort. It's possible that I can't relate or empathize with emotions, and I feel empty inside when I can't help friends in their troubles. I try to suggest solutions and tell them what I would have wanted to hear, but I can't relate. The advice I give is taken half heartedly, and the recommendations work for me, but more times than not, they fall on deaf ears. Emotional turmoil might be too much for me, and while I hand out my opinion freely, they are not a one size fits all. The shoes of many are too big and have run out of stock a long time ago. Comfort isn't something I'm good at as anyone can tell, and going anywhere beyond skin deep is hard for me to understand. Why can I succeed, but others struggle? Why am I the only one able to piece together the solution. Maybe I'm being pretentious in my wording or am unable to fathom the struggles others go through as I have found my solution. Although I am not perfect as I too struggle to keep promises even with myself as I fall in despair of simply being ignored or if it is unwanted. I don't have too many friends, and I always seem to mess up friendships over what I think is right, not what is most profitable for those around. It's lonely to think that others ignore me and even worse to think I might have pushed them away. Thinking of solutions is easy, but implementing them is a struggle as even in my day to day life, I fail to uphold my own standards. What could be worse than lying to yourself that you're going to change a bad habit or implement stricter rules on yourself. Thinking back, I'm always shoving my foot in my mouth with eyes wider than my mind. I can't help but think what if I just thought of a better solution or said words with more meaning. I speak with my mouth half open and mind shut to the chain that might react from my actions and words only. Thinking after the fact in the solace of my room of what I have done. I'm lazy in my life in everything I do, only half fulfilling promises that end up hurting those around me. I'm always saying I will change, but the gut-wrenching courage I would have to muster is too much. I regret it a lot and am stifled by my own lack of action. I just want to sleep, read, or watch movies to escape from the never-ending problems both in my life and those of others. My mind runs crazy as I hear words of depression and utter disaster from every which way. I wonder if I will be able to handle the hurdles of leaving others' problems but unable to speak out with cherry-picked words. I want to be more direct, but I never know how far it is too far and if I'm even in the right to say what I think. I agree on the outside, but inside, I have an internal struggle letting go of opinions and ideas I find absolutely crazy. Why must those around me tell me their problems if they are simply going to throw away my ideas? Wouldn't it be worth a try. Yet again, I think I might be full of myself, an I should be happy that my friends and others come to me to vent. Though I hope one day I can be taken seriously.

[turns-out-its-adhd]

It's so hard to learn to unmask sometimes. I feel like as I learned more about my ADHD, I found I was doing it so unconsciously because I was the main culprit of holding myself to neurotypical standards. I didn't know my brain was literally functioning differently, so I just thought I had a poorly performing typical brain.

I suppress my emotions and reactions, because I didn't think I was supposed to be feeling things as deeply as I did.

I try to hide the amount of chaos and mess I create in my living space, thinking I just needed to be less 'lazy' or buy different furniture I can't afford.

I'd stay silent in group conversations, because no one else seemed to have trouble interrupting or going on strange tangents like I did if I let myself speak up and let out the barrage of thoughts.

I clenched up my body and posture, because other people didn't need to fidget or sit in weird positions to be able to listen or focus.

I'm still doing a lot of these things, because 3 decades of behaviour is hard to let go of or unlearn.

When I feel bad because of certain behaviours I now know are linked to my ADHD, at least now I am more forgiving of myself. I know now I'm not failing at being normal, I'm finding out who I really am and learning new ways to manage. There are good things about being ADHD to embrace, but there are a lot of negatives that impact myself and the people around me too, so I still need to try and improve.

The tools I need to do that are different though. Masking taught me a lot of useful tools, but it also hurt me, made me burn out faster and left me unable to be myself fully.

My doctor and therapist: now with this autism + ADHD diagnosis you need to learn to unmask because masking all the time will make you burn out again and feel like shit

Other people: well it's just interesting how after getting the diagnosis you suddenly start behaving like that I mean I'm not saying you're faking it's just funny how you suddenly cannot be normal like you were before

[sandanth]

I made reference art (none to go) (i'm done!!!)

Anta!

Me!!! Aggghhh it was a pain to do reference art of myself since I finished Tatic, I was lazy to finish off this until now. Anyways, I'm friends with all of these guys, and I like 'em a lot!!!

Age... age... 16 to 17? I think it's 17, people usually say that I'm under that but I probably act like it to be honest

Abilities: I am actually a ghost! I don't phase through objects, like walls, people, pretty much everything, that much. But, I love flying around though, it's fun! Don't get me wrong

Loves: Cats! I love cats a lot, they're so :3 and so chaotic at the same time. Me and Tatic adopted one from the streets that came up to us suddenly, no owners, pretty dishevelled but we look after it with tons of care, it was awesome, despite the mess we had to clean up from it.

Hates: Roaches. They're disgusting insects and I wish I had a flamethrower to burn them to a crisp. Anyways, sometimes I can go over the edge and be too overconfident of myself and getting in trouble after that, I hate myself for that sometimes, so I try and I am trying to not be that. For last, seeing my friends getting hurt in some way makes me heartbroken, it should be me to mess with them, and not too far!

Annnnd that's it for the four of us! I'll draw out the other people that Mochi and Clyde alongside me and Tatic have met during our journey, so stay tuned for them

[the-firebird69]

Watch "Beyoncé Proud to be an American - LIVE - 4th of July" on YouTube

The song was out there sitting there screwing around my husband thinking they're going to win something they see the whole story and think they're being stupid no they think that they're going to win something like there's things just sitting around waiting to be taken which is ridiculous in some ways these people are much worse than others and thinking is wrong people like Garth or a massive nuisance they don't want my husband's have anything and he's a huge prick. So we're going to take his stuff and get it to my husband and use his money against him he'll start doing all of them running around saying they're doing to us by grabbing Max money. She wanted to say something that these people have to go and so forth and they're very wrong no it's about Jesus Christ it's worth hearing I just want people to know that they suck pretty bad and he says that the skewed and they're off and it would be 100% anyway and using code and stuff we don't need everybody on but just cuz it's infighting with them they just have to check over but for Christ's sake what a pain in the ass

Hera

It's a great intro and it's true though you suck pretty bad but it is this guy Tommy f is influencing it all the time with people running around with their heads cut off yacking like s*** heads and now I see how bad it could be possibly either way if the clans of theirs did it or his people and her people who are different than the clans reviews their fathers and mothers of ours and I do see that there's a big difference and the point is that that's very important to us and he's a witnesses and they might be alive in The matrix they're going to make you do the job he wanted to Trump and we can't cause you lazy or stupid because you're losing your army trying to do it it's not a dream you're trying to save your people we realize it but boy you could be a massive a******. The huge sleeves ball and we're all trying to match each other's s*** and he's like here in agony already it's not really necessary and we're going to try to cut it down and at least you can do is do the job you're still at for Christ's sake y'all acting like massive children and demented children and Dad and we don't need it this is terrifyingly bad and no if it's true either way is the answer and s*** this kid has the answers and I can't believe it he is a Wonder and he's a baby giant he's going to be humongous none of us will be able to control ourselves it's an instant reaction when we see someone as huge he reacts that way too he's aware of it there's nothing you can do about it but people know who he is so should be fine but you know hell this guy Tommy f is a mess Mac made him that way and lost control because the surgery and bja had it done and he's a hose bag that's a dumbest thing I've ever heard this influenced by Tommy f and we heard that he had it done too so back to those clothes we ate his family in front of him and could go back to Mac would have JC spy and be a scout and be on duty is security so I guess he's in trouble that's not what I wanted to say but it's a lot more powerful

Bianca and boy I am proud to be an American

[unhingedexperimenter]

Hyde shared Henry's sentiments about the situation. He was jealous of the way Amber admired Wordgirl, but he didn't wish anyone to mistreat the poor girl like the authorities of this city did. She was just a little girl! Even he has better sense than these lazy wankers were. "Let me mess with them. You know they won't be able to catch me." Henry was genuinely considering it if he was going to be honest. "I just might take you up on that offer if they end up making that girl upset like that again." The only reason he didn't immediately agree was the possibility of Hyde accidentally adding onto the young girl's troubles. If she showed up during it, they would be only adding fuel to the fire. "Our pup adores WordGirl, to my dismay. If anything happens to her, if anyone mistreats WordGirl. I know Amber would be devastated. No way in hell am I going to let it happen." Henry was still quite furious. "I know you're only saying that because you don't want to admit you care for her. You're right about Amber. She would be devastated if anyone treated someone she admired like that. I wish there could be a way for us to give her some support. Oh, that poor girl. She seems to have friends who know what she's going through. Though it must be tough on her. Dealing with Fair City's crimes. At least the other heroes aren't lazy like the police." Hyde didn't disagree with his counterpart there. Only nodding in acknowledgement. "I know that she's doing this out of the goodness of her heart. She's not being forced to be a hero, but they're taking advantage of her kindness. I can understand why Dr.Two-Brains is so bitter towards them now. Virginia Ito was confused. She just accessed some files about Dr.Two-Brains. She found information about his villainy which wasn't new news to her. She found an article online that included the name Steven Boxleitner. She had only managed to read a few lines into it before the site crashed. Miss Ito tried to access the information again, but it seemed like something was blocking her from it. That was frustrating, considering this should be public information. What bothered her about the article she was reading was that it said that Steven Boxleitner had perished within an explosion. That was the gist she got before her access was being interfered with. She would've honestly brushed it off as a coincidence as people do share names. That Dr.Two-Brains was sharing a name with someone who had an unfortunate fate. Yet this interference she was getting was making her suspicious. Someone wasn't wanting this public information to be known. It potentially was connected to Dr.Two-Brains. She had found names connected to Steven Boxleitner and attempted to look into them. She was hitting deadwalls again. Finding blank text walls instead of what should be there. “Maybe Rachel is onto something here. Someone is really trying to keep me out. Well,too bad for them.” Miss Ito went back to the task she was given by her friend. Back in Fair City, Victor's phone had gone off. He picked it up at once. “Hello?” He waited for an answer. “Agent Cutter. Someone has been snooping around for information about your brother. It might be connected to the ones who were after him. I called you up to let you know. Someone has become quite interested with Dr.Two-Brains. We don't exactly know who yet but we have some of their information thanks to Ellis. He'll send you all the information you'll need to know about this. I hope you'll be able to deal with this. If you need assistance, don't hesitate to call me. I'll be there with agents ready for whatever will happen.” Victor felt his heart drop. “Thank you, ma'am. I appreciate you letting me know. I'll ask for assistance with no hesitation if I need it.” With that said, Victor hung up. He felt his blood run cold. The thought of these people going after his brother again, it made Victor feel ill. He'll never let his siblings get hurt again. He'll protect them this time around. He'll be there for Dr.Two-Brains now. He'll protect his family with everything he has to offer.

@thecountoflondonfansite

(You can tag me on my tgs side blog. I also apologize but I know a few Scottish words. So to anyone reading this I apologize for the inaccuracy.) Becky Boxleitner noticed a change in the atmosphere as she and her pet monkey Bob walked into the sixth grade classroom. All of the students were excitedly chatting with one another. Becky and Bob exchanged confused looks at the scene. 'What is going on?' They both thought. Becky walked to where her friends Violet Heaslip, Rose Franklin, and Todd Scoops Ming were sitting, also joining in the excited yet low volume chattering. "Hey guys what's going on?" Becky asked her friends. They each turned their heads to greet their friend. "Hey Becky guess what, we're getting a new teacher for our class!" Scoops exclaimed. Becky looked surprised at the announcement. Bob also mimicked her facial expression. "Wait really? What happened to Miss Davis?" Becky asked, wondering what happened to their old teacher. It was just a week only into the new school year so a sudden teacher exchange was a complete shock to Becky especially since there were no announcements about it beforehand. "Miss Davis had to move back home because of a family emergency." Rose Franklin answered. "The principal had to scramble to find a new teacher to fill in for our class. It was all last minute stuff." Becky nodded in understanding of her friends' answers. It was a nice perk to be friends who were upcoming reporters. Soon the final bell rang which indicated for every student to take their seats. Becky took her place beside her best friend Violet and Bob plopped down next to her. Soon a man who looked to be in his mid 30s walked in and towards the desk. He had curly brown air, an arched nose, and reddish brown eyes. He wore a tan button-down shirt with a red vest as well as brown slacks and dark suede shoes. The man gave a pleasant and warm smile to all the students there. "Hello my name is Dr. Henry Jekyll and I will be your teacher for the school year." Becky and the other kids ears perked up as they took note of the man's accent. Even Tobey became slightly interested in his new teacher. None of them were sure where their new teacher was from. Dr. Jekyll gave a light chuckle as if he could sense their growing curiosity about him. He lightly clapped his hands together to gain their undivided attention and focus. "Well since this is my first time teaching here, why don't we all play a little game so we can all get better acquainted with each other. Here's what to do. One at a time, say your name and share a wee bit about yourself. Likes, family, interests and all that. I'll go first to show ya what ah mean. Again. My name is Dr. Henry Jekyll. I was born in Glasgow but ah moved to London where I attended university. I have a five year old wee lassie or daughter named Amber. I enjoy chemistry and reading on occasions. Now who would like to go next?" @unhingedexperimenter

Of course Tobey had taken the opportunity to place attention on himself and to have a reason to boast about himself. “My name is Tobey McCallister the third and I will be the most intelligent student you'll meet here.” The others had rolled their eyes, used to this kind of behavior from their peers. Becky seemed to be the most annoyed by it. Having been forced to put up with his destructive tantrums in the past. Henry smiled just as warmly as before. Unbothered by the obnoxious behavior that the boy had been displaying. Tobey had been going on about himself for a good few minutes before the teacher finally spoke up. “Ahem, yes. Thank you for that Mr. McCallister. Would anyone else like to tell me a bit about themselves as well?” No one could tell that behind the facade, Dr. Henry Jekyll was becoming more irritated by the moment. Not by the child but by the pest that refused to leave him be. Scoffing within his head at what they just heard. He didn't share the disembodied voice's opinion but wanted to give the other children a chance to introduce themselves as well. To the others' shock, Tobey seemed to have taken this well. Quickly going back to his desk with no issues. Becky was relieved at that. Soon the other children had started to introduce themselves to their new teacher with little to no issues. He seemed genuinely nice enough to her. This new teacher didn't seem like most of the adults within this city. Some she had to define words repeatedly for. Dr. Jekyll knew what he was teaching and knew his vocabulary. It was Violet who had brought Becky out from her own thoughts, calling her name. Waving a hand in front of her face. “Becky?” The girl smiled in an embarrassed manner. “Huh? Yes?” Violet smiled, patient with her best friend. “Why don't you introduce yourself now? Nearly everybody else already did.” She had given a surprised expression. Becky hadn't realized that she was so lost within her thoughts until then. She stood up and began speaking. “My name is Becky Boxleitner and I also like libraries,reading and Pretty Princess.” The presence that was grating at the teacher's nerves had deemed this too dull to enjoy. Leaving Dr. Jekyll be to his teaching. Well, getting to know his students. He was happy to see that they were engaged in these activities that were meant to break the ice. Though one student in particular had caught his attention the most. Becky. While she did seem rather bright, there was something strange about her behavior at times. Pausing whatever she was doing at the time to listen in on something. Thinking it went unnoticed. Even once looking alarmed and she made an excuse to go to the bathroom. He had allowed it. Feeling that it would've been better to have let her. It seemed…oddly familiar. As if he had seen that behavior somewhere before but couldn't figure out exactly where from. When the school day was finally over, Becky had gone to go home like the others. Dr. Jekyll had of course stayed behind to set more things up within his new classroom. Making a plan on exactly what he'll actually start teaching the next day. Though, the grating voice had returned to be a thorn in his side. “Come on. Leave this boring stuff alone. Leave it until tomorrow. I've been pent up for far too long. Let's have some fun.” This had earned an eye roll and a loud huff from the teacher. “No, I've got to get this done now. You will have enough time tonight. Just be patient until then.” A shadowy figure formed in front of Dr. Jekyll. A frown on its face. “But this is so extremely dull. I want to stretch my legs. I want to make myself known already.” Dr. Jekyll glared. “And that is precisely why I'm so hesitant to let you out so soon. At least let us get acclimated to our surroundings first.” The figure let out an annoyed groan. “You know you want this as much as I do. Otherwise you'd never have any actual fun in the sad and pathetic life you call yours.”

@thecountoflondonfansite

[earlgreydream]

angry.

| theo nott x reader | smut | fluff |

anon requested. Theo’s had a long stressful day and is rougher and maybe aftercare & the morning after he was rough with her and she’s trying to reassure him that she’s all good and maybe lead to some soft smut

cw: spanking, d/s, rough sex

“Don’t be angry.”

“Fuck you, Malfoy,” Theo spat at his best friend.

You looked up, shocked to hear the hateful words from your typically sweet boyfriend.

“I’ve had the worst fucking day and you keep being a prat and irritating me!”

“Makers, Nott, take a breath,” Zabini scoffed, earning a wicked glare.

“You got me in trouble in astronomy, you ass. Best shut your mouth, Zabini.”

Theo slammed his textbook shut and rose from the table, his chair clattering backwards with a loud noise.

His cloak brushed the wooden steps as he went to his dorm, too frustrated to deal with his friends’ badgering.

You sighed, stacking his books with yours, feeling bad for him. He’d had a terrible day, after a bad week, and his temper was understandable.

“What’s up his ass?”

“Leave him alone. He’s just had a bad day. Be kind to Teddy, please,” you answered Draco, who immediately looked guilty at your sweetness.

You carried your things up to Theo’s bedroom, planning to console him. You knocked softly on the door before entering, setting everything down on the desk. Theo was draped over his green velvet chair, looking stormy and volatile.

“My love, what can I do?” You asked softly, shedding your cloak and walking up to him.

“Nothing, sweetheart. I’m not upset with you. I never want you to think that,” he said, wrapping his arms around your hips and burying his face in your abdomen.

You could feel the waves of anger and frustration pouring off of him, and you would do anything to console him. A deep sigh escaped your boyfriend, and you felt bad for him. Your fingers stroked through his curls, trying to soothe him.

“What can I do, Teddy?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

“You’re not. Would it help to get some of the frustration out?” You peeled away from him, letting your dress drop to the floor. 

“Sweetheart, I can’t be gentle right now,” Theo warned.

“That’s okay. I can take it rough. You can hurt me, Teddy,” you breathed, sinking down onto his lap, wearing just your little cotton panties.

“You’re certain?”

You nodded. Theo hesitated, but he trusted you, knowing you’d never let him use you or take it too far.

“What’s your safeword, sweetheart?”

His strong hands squeezed your thighs, and he gazed up at you, kissing your sternum. 

“Black.”

He stood up, his height towering over yours. You peered up at him, shrinking under his stern gaze. Your wrists were taken in one of his large hands, trapped together and leaving you unable to move.

“Need you to be still while I fuck this tight little cunt,” Theo said, his voice several octaves deeper than before.

You didn’t answer, knowing it was unnecessary at this point. His hand came down hard on your ass, leaving a stinging handprint that had you blinking back moisture.

Your back was on the bed, and your knees bent up to your shoulders, leaving you entirely exposed to him. A squeal left your lips when he smacked your cunt, a force behind the blow that almost had your knees closing.

He tapped the head of his cock against your clit, rubbing through your folds and teasing your entrance. Tears were welled in your eyes now, out of need and arousal.

“Fuck!” You cried, dropping your head on the mattress as he slammed into you all at once. Your body struggled to adapt to the stretch, pain shooting through your abdomen as his hips began snapping at a ruthless pace.

“Keep those dirty words out of your pretty mouth,” Theo hissed, pushing two fingers past your lips to keep you from speaking.

He pressed down on your tongue, causing you to gag around him, making your muscles contract around him. Tears were now staining your cheeks, and you tried to ground yourself by sucking on his fingers, the only part of your body you remained in control of.

A low growl erupted from his chest at the action, and he gripped your thigh hard enough to bruise, slamming into your cunt fast and hard. All the angst and irritation came pouring out of him, channeled into fucking you.

Theo swore, dropping his head forward and emptying himself inside of you. You whined around his fingers still in your mouth, and he tugged them out, dropping his hand to rub your clit.

“Theo,” you cried, the stimulation harsh and rough even as he just meant to get you off. Your body convulsed, coming around him as he rutted his hips into yours. 

You ached, unused to being handled so roughly. Theo slid out of you carefully, breathing hard, but visibly less upset than before. It stung as he pulled out, causing a whimper to escape your lips. 

“Sweetheart,” Theo breathed, brushing the tears off of your cheeks. Worry immediately knit in his brow, and you shook your head, leaning up on shaky arms to kiss him. 

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” you promised, even though you ached.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, kissing the space between your eyes.

“Don’t be.” 

“Let me clean you up,” Theo was standing before you could protest, stepping into the ensuite out of your view. 

You laid back against the pillows, trying to catch your breath. Theo breathed another apology when you winced as he tried to clean you up. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so rough,” Theo was distraught, horrified by his own roughness he exhibited with you. 

“Theo, my love, I promise that I am alright,” you insisted, and you meant it. 

He slipped soft cotton up your legs, kissing the soft skin on your belly, making you laugh. Theo made sure to be extremely gentle as he helped you into one of his shirts, a touristy tee from one of the American cities he had traveled to. 

“I love you,” Theo whispered, kissing your cheek and putting a glass of water in your hands as he settled behind you. 

“I love you more,” you giggled, snuggling back against his chest and drinking the water while he read aloud from a book. His fingertips gently trailed over your torso under the soft fabric, tracing shapes on your skin as he soothed you to sleep with his low voice. 

.

Theo rolled over in bed, watching you stand on trembling legs. 

“Don’t leave me,” Theo’s beg was soft and pathetic, fearing you were running after he’d been too aggressive. 

“Oh, no, love. I’m just using the loo,” you kissed his forehead before disappearing, leaving him to relax in the bed. 

.

“I feel terrible.”

“You shouldn’t. I’m all good, just a bit sore,” you tried to assure Theo as you crawled back into the warmth of his bed. 

You settled on your side, smiling as he draped your thigh over his. Theo’s hand went to the back of your neck, gently pulling you into a lazy kiss. It quickly turned into a sleepy makeout session, your hands smoothing over the muscles on his abdomen, and his hands under your shirt and the fabric of your underwear, squeezing and palming your bum. 

“I need you,” you breathed against his lips, growing wet and aroused. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’ll be fine as long as you’re gentle. Please just fuck me.” 

Theo couldn’t deny you when you begged, and he quickly was tugging his boxers down while you stripped beside him. His hand held under your thigh, pulling it up so he could angle himself to fuck you. 

Your forehead rested on his chest as he gently rolled into you, easing the ache between your hips. You exhaled softly, melting into him as he gently thrusted into you at a steady, lazy pace. 

You lowered your hand to gently rub your clit as he fucked you, your other fingers tangled in his hair as his mouth swallowed your tiny, pathetic moans. 

“I want to feel you come around me, sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing your cheek and pushing all the way inside of you until your hips connected. 

“Squeeze that pretty pussy. I just want to feel you let go,” he murmured before lightly teasing your nipples, making the pressure dissolve as you orgasmed. 

“Teddy,” you whined, a silent cry catching in your throat as you felt him come all over your inner thighs, making an absolute mess of you. 

You dropped your head down onto his shoulder, murmuring a thanks as he cleaned the two of you up with a simple spell. You resigned yourself to lazing the day away in bed, sleeping and making out, spending time with your soft lover.

[kalorphic]

Can i ask for ROs reaction to MC being used? Like domestical things like someone keeps making MC do their job or getting coffee. And just in case u didnt get the amount of support u need, i think ur amazing: ur characters are all well written, ur twine story format is eye-catching, your gentle way with answering questions is appreciated and your complexion is beautiful ♡♡♡

I know this ask is old, but thank you so much for your compliments, lovely 🥹🤍 I can’t claim credit for the UI though, that’s all on the incredible @/outoftheblue-if !!

K: would have been informed by their minions in your department about this person. Luckily they’re at HQ, so they can get to you quickly. Fury sparks in their chest when they see you happily getting your user colleague a coffee. K practically prowls across the room, minions frantically throwing themselves out of the way, and makes eye contact with the bastard, who goes so pale, they might as well be dead. Good, thinks K, nobody messes with what’s mine. “You know who I am?” A nod. “You know who they are to me?” Another nod. K grins, all teeth. “Then you must be one stupid bastard.”

A: frowns at the sight before them. You’re giving a person a slightly strained smile as they dump another pile of folders, clearly their own work, on your desk. A is about to go over there and politely ask that the person do their own work in future, when said person snaps their fingers in your face and laughs as you flinch. It makes A’s hackles rise, and they’re by your side in seconds, shoving the folders back into the person’s hands with too bright eyes, a vicious smile, and enough force to make them stumble a few steps back. “Try that again, and I promise that you’ll regret it.”

Reese: feels their hands clench into fists as the anger wraps it’s way around them like an old friend. They’re usually so good at controlling their temper, but watching this person take advantage of you really ticks Reese off. Fortunately for your colleague, you catch sight of them and smile, allowing Reese to take a deep breath and force the tension from their body, returning the smile. Ahh, how whipped they were. Now calmer, Reese makes their way over to your user, and leans right down next to their ear. You don’t hear what Reese says, but the person goes an off green colour, frantically nodding their head. Your partner then turns back to you with a bright grin and a request to join them for lunch.

Luisa: raises her eyebrow at you running around for your lazy sack of shit colleague. She always knew that your good-nature would end up getting you into trouble, but lucky for you, your girlfriend wasn’t in a particularly forgiving mood today. She makes her way over to the person who thought they could use you, and grabs the back of their shirt, yanking them up to their feet and letting her smirk grow just shy of feral at the high-pitched squeal they let out. How pathetic, she thinks. “I think it’s time for the little piggy to do their own work, no?”

Cody: has had enough, they’ve born witness to this person taking advantage of your kindness stupidity too many times. They hoped that you would eventually tell them to back off, but it’s day six and you’re still acting like their servant. The next time it happens, Cody spins around on their chair, sneers at your user, and says very loudly: “are you so utterly incapable of doing your work that you have to fob it off onto other people? You might as well just quit at this point and save yourself from further embarrassment.” The person flushes red, and Cody laughs and then adds, much quieter: “apart from MC, I’m the best this place has got, keep pissing me off and I’ll ruin you.”

Noah: let’s their instincts take over when they see you being taken advantage of. It makes their blood boil. Noah comes up behind your colleague, completely silent, and leans down into their space, making the person jump. They start to snap something before they realise just who has snuck up on them. Noah grins at the fear in their eyes and the useless attempts to speak. “How sweet, such a scared little mouse.” Noah can’t help but laugh as the person whimpers. “You’re not even worth my time, so you’re certainly not worth MC’s. However, I’m in a good mood, so I’ll give you a piece of advice…if you want to live a long life, you’ll do your own work from now on.”

[xmyshya]

Pvssy murdered on the Orgasm Express

summary: MSBY takes a night train to Tokyo for a match, but Atsumu has better ideas than sleeping. genre: crack, smut warnings: semi-public sex, unprotected sex, MINORS DNI betas: @vanille–kiss​ I love you birdie so much, you help me a lot and I'm forever grateful to you a/n: Fic is part of the HQHQ Server Collab with a prompt "Public sex/Chikan"! You can find the masterlist here wc: 1.6k

[Freeze frame] You open the door of your tiny room in a sleeping train compartment, only to be met with intense gazes of Bokuto and Hinata. Your hair is a mess, your clothes are disheveled, but the man stretching behind you looks flawless with his flowy blond hair and a lazy smirk. It’s painfully obvious what you’ve been doing.

[Record scratch] Yep, that’s me. You’re probably wondering how I got in this mess. Buckle up.

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It’s going to be a long ride. You can’t recall the last time you travelled by public transportation and neither do MSBY boys, yet here you all are, on the way from Osaka to Tokyo. There’s an important game tomorrow, and the team's bus had the audacity to break down yesterday. Luckily, management splurged a little on a sleeping train car for the team, which means getting at least some rest.

This is the longest section, 6-hour train ride after the last transfer in Yamashina Eki. It’s nearing midnight, so you instruct the men to split between the rooms and get some rest before another change. They oblige without objections, shuffling into their segments, and soon the compartment falls silent.

It’s way past your usual bedtime, and now that adrenaline rush is over, exhaustion washes over you. The bed looks really inviting, especially with your boyfriend, Miya Atsumu, in it. He’s waiting with his arms open, prompting you with his hands to join in. So you do, laying down with your back pressed against his chest, his warm embrace making you relax with a content sigh.

“G’night, ‘Tsumu.”

You mumble through your sleepy haze, but instead of an answer, you’re met with a gentle rocking of his hips behind you and grinding of a growing erection against your ass. His breath is hot on the nape of your neck.

“I said good night, ‘Tsumu.”

“Heard ya the first time.”

His ministrations don’t stop though; it’s the opposite, actually. His hand finds its way under your shirt, calloused fingers gliding along the skin of your stomach in small circles, while he leaves open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder. You’re trying hard not to give in, firstly, because you don’t want to give him satisfaction, and secondly, because you actually intended to get some rest.

But when Atsumu’s teeth graze the sensitive skin you can’t help but let out a quiet gasp, and you can feel his lips curl into a smirk. Of course he knows your body way too well. His palm moves up in a slow motion, until it reaches your breasts; he gives one of them a gentle squeeze and brushes his thumb against a hardened nipple.

The blond’s lips move up your neck, biting, sucking, and licking, leaving red and purple marks on its way. His fingers play with the bud, rolling it and circling at the same pace as the languid movement of his clothed cock against your butt. It drives you crazy, but it’s not enough.

You place one leg over his; his thigh is now pressed to your covered pussy and you shamelessly roll your hips in search of some friction.

“Are ya this turned on already, Princess?”

His voice is low, husky, and sends a heated shiver down your spine. God, you think, how can someone be so annoying and so hot at the same time? He pinches your nipple and you moan his name, in response his chuckle rumbles through his chest. He loves how sensitive you are, he loves how his touch makes you pliant and needy.

“‘Tsumu, touch me.”

“I am touchin’ ya.”

Of course he knows what you mean. But he would lie if he said it doesn’t turn him on when you’re asking for things. When you’re demanding things. Another pinch on your bud and you jerk your hips at his cock.

“Finger me. Now.”

His erection twitches in his pants, and he’s dying to rip them off and just bury himself balls deep inside of you, but first, he has to oblige. Atsumu gives your breast last squeeze before trailing down. He draws his knee up opening you for his touch, and slides a finger along your covered slit.

“God, you’re soaked.” He half whispered, half groaned.

“Atsumu…”

He pushes your panties to the side and slips one finger between your folds. He pumps it in and out of your cunt, thumb massaging your already swollen clit. One of your hands disappears under your top, and through the thin fabric he can see you playing with your tits. His cock twitches again, and he pushes another finger in.

Atsumu picks up his pace, curling his fingers to make sure to brush against that spongy spot on your wall, that makes you clench so tight. You can feel the heat blooming in your abdomen, your boyfriend’s digits sliding and scissoring against your fluttering walls, as his thumb draws circles on your nub.

You come with loud moans of his name, screaming “Atsumu, fuck me” over and over again. And it’s all he needs to let go of his inhibitions, rolling you on your stomach and hovering over you.

He pulls your panties off and spreads your legs, kneeling in between them. Finally, he frees his already leaking cock, and it slaps against his abdomen.

“Lift yer ass a little, Princess.”

Calloused fingers dig into your hips as he helps you get in the position. The angle is low and uncomfortable, but works well with the moving and rocking train. Atsumu leans on one hand to your side, aiming his cock with the other. He glides inside in one swift motion, stretching you so deliciously, tip kissing your cervix.

“Move, please!”

The man shifts to all fours, and pulls back almost entirely before slamming his hips into yours. He does it again, and again, retracting slowly, letting you feel each vein of his cock, to thrust back in with enough force to push you forward on the sheets.

Atsumu rolls his hips in a circular motion, reaching deep and the angle allows him to drag his head along the g-spot repeatedly. He knows the pace is too slow to push you off the edge, but you still squeeze him tight with every brush on your spongy spot.

“Fuck, ya feel s’good. You… yer doing so well.”

He hisses through clenched teeth, praise sending a wave of pleasure through your body.

“‘Tsumu, faster.”

Your pleas are always his weakness, how could he say no to his little Princess when you’re asking him like that? He’s quickening his pace gradually, pushing out a moan after a moan from your throat. God, you sound so, so good.

“Babe, ‘m close.”

He groans as he reaches his hand between your thighs, the sudden rub on your clit makes your walls spasm and cry out his name.

“Baby, cum for… cum for me.”

The way Atsumu moans out those words drives you insane, his brutal rutting and relentless circling on your bud makes your orgasm hit you like a train. Your cries fill the whole room, and with the way your cunt clenches frantically around his cock, he can’t hold back either. He fills you with his milky release, as he rides you both down from your highs.

“Do we have wet wipes?”

The faux blonde mumbles against your shoulder blade, receiving only a hum as an answer.

“That good, huh?” he mutters as he hears your simple response, reaching into your bag to collect them.

“‘Tsum, gotta go to the bathroom.”

He cleans you and himself with damp tissues, and then helps you put on some clothes so you could leave the room. Atsumu snickers at your troubles with standing up, and you slap his chest for looking too proud about it. After a moment you’re able to take a few steps towards the door, and the man manages to pull up his boxers a moment before you slide it open.

Terror and embarrassment creep up on your features when you’re suddenly face to face with both Bokuto and Hinata, the former slapping something into the hand of his teammate.

Bonus scene:

Bokuto wakes up from his bladder being painfully full. He won’t be able to hold it in for another minute, so he taps his foot in darkness in search of his shoes. Still half asleep, he slides them on and waddles through the whole way to the toilet. It’s on the other end of the car, right behind your and Tsum Tsum’s room.

At first he doesn’t register the sounds, but as he reaches your door, the voices become clear. Moans. You two are having sex. And good sex at that. If Bokuto opened the door, he’d see you with your face buried in the pillow and ass up, and Atsumu railing you from behind.

But he doesn’t open the door. His first instinct is to run back to his room and disrupt the slumber of his mate.

“Chibi-chan! Wake up!”

The other man mumbles and turns to the other side, but Bokuto doesn’t get discouraged.

“Hey! Shoyo! You gotta hear this!”

With this Hinata sits up and rubs his eyes, but his friend already pulls him out of bed and into the hall.

“Bokuto-san, where-”

“Shhhh!”

And then he hears it. Your voices calling each others’ names.

“Who do you think is on top?” The taller man asks.

“Atsumu-san for sure.”

“I bet…” Bokuto searches his pockets and pulls out some bills. “2000 yen that it’s Y/N. If she comes out with nice hair, she was on top.”

Just as Hinata cheerfully declares “deal!”, the door slides open and they’re standing face to face with you. With messy hair. Behind you Atsumu is stretching looking as flawless as ever. Bokuto quickly slaps the money in Hinata’s hand.

[ansbobcar]

uhhh uhhh this is so on the spot this is Darren x Rayne High School AU oneshot and 4 days late to the partyyyyy and I'm on the verge of losing motivation so I ain't writing the whole thing.

She was confused by the sight of a neat lunchbag at her usual seat. What usually graced her shoe locker and desk were dozens upon dozens of chocolates wrapped with tiny notes--yet there were none. Just a lonesome lunchbag with orange polka-dots.

"Whoever put their lunchbag on my desk is a weirdo," as she hooked it to the side of her desk. She couldn't be bothered to check it until lunchtime rolled around.

Darren Randel was a double-faced student to say the least. She's part of the student council even though she was a notable troublemaker when she transfered barely a year ago.

Atleast the wasted money stopped.

Classes flew by without much trouble, and her eyes trailed to the lunchbag. Curiosity filled her mind as the bell rung. She had a meeting in a few minutes. Perhaps there was a note inside here to explain if it was someone's confession?

"Darren, are you here?" Margaret whistled from the door.

"Is it time already?"

"Yes, it will be if you don't move, bring your lunch as well."

She didn't bring anything though, cautiously looking at the bag. 'I'm hungry though, and nobody's been asking for it,' she debated. 'It can't be poisoned right? If it is then everyone in the meeting room would be suspect,' she hawked. "Ah, alright."

_ _ _

"Pardon the intrusion, I bought Darren on time!"

'Why's the disciplinary committee head here?' Noticing his look of disdain at her presence. She shoved her astonishment to the deepest trenches as she sat down besides the treasurer, Abyss Razor, a 1st year.

"Everyone's here thankfully," Abel began their meeting. Although rather sudden, there was an important matter at hand. Something about the 1st years causing a mess in multiple areas, she kind of ignored his words. 1st years can do whatever they want as long as they deal with the consequences, fishing out the container from the bag.

Seafood Pasta.

She was pleasantly surprised, picking up the metal fork that was packed in the bag. It was cold but still tasty. They even included mussels although there clearly wasn't a note inside.. She'd accept this any day over simple chocolate. "Darren, is that fine with you?" She nodded, unaware of what she had agreed to as everyone left the room. Except for one person.

Rayne Ames.

'Why is he still here?' They butted heads a lot last year. 'Awkward.'

"Are you done eating yet?"

"Hell no. Let me enjoy this in peace."

"Did you even pay attention to what Abel said?"

"Why would I?"

"Because you agreed to his directions?"

"Fine," she huffed. "Can you repeat what he said?"

"'Make sure to help him out with recruitment posters.' That's all he said," he uttered. Simple enough but wasn't he good at nearly everything? Something wasn't adding up. "You're the poster maker."

And that's how they began to crack on with poster designs, it was simplistic and eye catching within the 20 minutes they had. "I'll go contact the head of the bulletin about putting it in a slot," she stretched out her arms before she stood up.

"By the way, how was your lunch?" he asked, watching as she packed up the bag.

"It was pretty good. You should try it next time," she waved at him before leaving the room.

A faint smile traced his lips. Hopefully she'd leave a sticky note on her desk at the end of the day.

_ _ _

I GIVE UP ON THIS SO MUCH. I TRIED OKAY. I JUST GOT OLD MAN IZWAHLBERG DOOMED YAOI IN MY HEAD TwT

I GOT TOO LAZY TO ADD DESCRIPTIONS OF DARREN TwT

Guys quick, make a mashle white day fic go go go go go

[jenomark]

•FRIENDS WITH•

➔Pairing: Jaemin x Reader (Female) ➔Other Members/ Characters: Mentions of Jeno ➔Genre: Romance & Angst & Smut ➔Warnings: Sex, Drinking, A lot of pining etc. ➔Word count: 4,338

➔Summary: Three best friends. One is your ex, the other is someone you've been in love with for a long time, and the third friend is you. You're a mess, but you're trying your best to find your way back to where you belong.

When you opened the door, Jaemin was there, just like he’d always been. Standing on your front porch, with one hand in his pocket, and the other below his heart, as if he had trouble keeping it in place. He was wearing loose fitting sweatpants, and a white t-shirt that left little to the imagination.

“Were you sleeping?” you asked.

“I was tossing and turning before you called,” he said, leaning against the doorway. “May I come in?”

Jaemin had always walked into your house uninvited. He never knocked, normally never announced his presence. Sometimes, you would come home from work, and he would be sitting on your couch eating all of your food, feet up on the table, a lazy smile on his face. It was like he lived with you, coming and going as he pleased, a piece of furniture in your life. But this time, he didn’t waltz past you like he owned the place. He asked for your permission first. There was something about that permission that sat like dead weight at the bottom of your stomach.

“I wouldn’t have called if…” you said, trailing off.

What else could you really say? I wouldn’t have called if Jeno hadn’t dumped me. Jeno, you know him, right? Our other best friend.

Jaemin stood underneath the porch light, the glow morphing his sweet features into stone. His jaw clenched and unclenched, as it often did when he was thinking too much. When you moved aside to grant his permission, he smiled and slipped by you without saying much. The hairs on his arm brushed against yours.

That is when the tears started to fall.

You followed him through the darkness of your home. It had been yours for over a year now, but it felt as much his as it did yours. You hadn’t thought to turn on any of the lights. You came home and immediately called him, because Jaemin always knew how to take care of you. You had sat in the darkened hallway, sprawled across the stairs, until Jaemin pulled up in his car.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“Why are you sorry?” he asked.

He turned on your lights as he went, each knob or pull of a string easy for him to find. You caught sight of your reflection in a picture frame on the fireplace and turned away. You didn’t want to know what he could see. You already knew what kind of woman would be staring back.

“It’s late, “ you said.

He laughed, “It’s barely midnight, my love.”

“You were sleeping.”

“I wasn’t sleeping well.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, again.

Jaemin turned and looked at you in the light for the first time. You had left your shoes in the car, so you were barefoot. You’d been crying for what felt like hours, eyes feeling like they were swollen shut. You were dressed in one of Jeno’s t-shirts that was too big on your frame. If you moved, you could still smell Jeno all around you.

“Let's get you cleaned up,” he said.

Once the tears started, they wouldn’t stop. Jaemin reached up to wipe them away, his thumb tracing the edge of your jaw before they began to roll down your neck. As he ushered you to your bedroom, he didn’t ask what happened. He had enough respect for you and Jeno not to ask. You knew deep down that his anger fought against him, told him not to react. He once said it was his duty as a best friend to hurt all of the boys who hurt you, but no one ever told him what to do if the boy who hurt you was his best friend, too.

You changed into pajamas and watched trashy reality television until you thought he was asleep. You curled your legs underneath you on the couch and watched him a little while longer. You watched his chest rise and fall, his t-shirt lightly clinging to his chest. He was a busy man, but he would drop anything for his friends. You continually felt like you didn’t deserve him.

“You deserve better, you know,” he said, peering at you through his half-opened eyes, his eyelids heavy with sleep.

“I’m not sure that’s true,” you whispered.

Jaemin stretched his hands over his head. You couldn’t keep your eyes from wandering over to the little sliver of his exposed stomach. You couldn’t keep any thoughts from wondering what it would feel like to kiss him there, letting your lips trail below the waistband of his sweatpants.

He hadn’t dated anyone for nearly two years. He said it was because no women approached him, but you had a theory that he was lying through his teeth. Jaemin had always been a good-looking guy. His kind eyes and weird sense of humor made women fall for him as quickly as they met him. He was single because it was his choice.

“The guys you date are awful,” he said.

“Even Jeno?” you asked.

Though it was dark again, and all you could see were parts of his face illuminated by the television, you could tell he was irritated.

“What kind of man do I deserve?” you found yourself asking out loud.

Part of you wanted him to say that you deserved him. You held onto the hope that you could be with each other one day, that you had simply fallen in love with the wrong friend. Best friends shouldn’t hope for that. It felt greedy to want that life with him.

“I don’t know,” he said. You could practically hear his smile in his words. “Someone who is kind and funny, and knows how beautiful you are. He has to like the things you like.”

You laughed, burying your head in my arms. Jaemin laughed along with you, humming a song you’d been in love with since you were a kid, and twisting his hips around on your couch. It always baffled you how easily he could recall things you’d told him years ago.

“I can think of a million people like that, Jaem.”

“Yeah?” he asked, raising one eyebrow. “Well, they’re not good people, and they certainly don’t deserve my girl.”

You both fell silent, staring at anything around the room but each other. You placed your feet on the floor and leaned your back against the couch.

Do you know how hard it is to realize for the first time that you love someone? It’s not like you can admit it, pack up all of your baggage, take them by the hand, and push your way into a future of bliss. They have to want you back. You have to fight for it. And there are consequences.

Truth be told, you wouldn’t have chosen Jeno at all if Jaemin had loved you back when it was time to. But you did choose him, and you can’t rewind your life to a place in the movie where everyone is happy and everything is right.

“I’m looking in the wrong places, huh?” you asked him. “ I settled. How many times can I do this to myself? How many times can both of us waste our lives sitting on this couch waiting for something to happen?”

“ I like it here,” he said, patting the cushions. “Your couch is my second bed, and you have great snacks.”

You wanted to laugh, but felt tears welling up again. You angled your body so that you were facing him. His eyes were trained on you, but there was no laugh caught on the edge of his lips, and no smile reaching his eyes.

“You’re beautiful.” was all he said.

You and Jaemin fell into a post-breakup routine. You would hang out when he was on break from filming music videos, and you would never talk about what happened until the next time another man broke your heart. He cracked jokes all day to cheer you up, and you laughed until it hurt. Your time together ended before the sun went down, and he would always hug you goodbye a second too long. And you loved those hugs. Being close to him meant feeling what it would be like if you could hug him whenever you wanted. He held you tightly, wrapping his arms all the way around your body. It left you breathless.

Sometimes, you would visit him on set, avoiding Jeno by a mile, and sitting by Jaemin just to be near him. He always got so lost in the monitoring that he forgot you were there. He did this thing where his face would get serious, concentration turning it to stone. You always had to break him out of the spell and remind him to eat something to keep his energy.

Jaemin is and will always be your best friend. You loved him like a best friend. When it began to feel like more, you needed him more. You felt a little bit like you were constantly reaching out for his hand; it just always fell short. And then there were times when you would push him away. You don’t know why you did it.

“You should date more, “ you said. “ Let a girl wine and dine you.”

He laughed. “I don’t need to date , and I certainly don't need to get drunk to have a good time. That's what I have you for.”

“I’m being serious, Jaem.”

He looked up from his mc hosting script. “I know you are, but the question is why you’re being serious with me?”

Because I am mindlessly in love with you, and I am terrified of what it means for me. If you fall in love with someone else, I can just say that it wasn’t meant to be and move on. I don’t want to face the truth that you might never love me back.

“I’ve always wanted to double date,” you said lamely. “It sounds fun.”

“It sounds horrible. How about I swing by after work with a pizza and some nice cola, and we make fun of everyone that’s hurt us?” he asked. “Double dating a slice of spicy pizza isn’t a bad idea. ”

“Sure,” you said.

Your routine was full-proof if you wanted to spend the rest of your life watching reality television with your crush while you thought about burying your face into his chest.

“Have you thought about dating again?” he asked. “You and Jeno seem alright now. You can almost stand to be in the same room together.”

It had been months since you and Jeno broke up, and it was the first time Jaemin had brought him up in a while. The other night, you returned Jeno’s t-shirt to him and talked about how you felt the night he broke up with you. Although your initial friendship would never be the same, you felt like everything would be okay.

“Dating is a bad idea for me.” you said.

“Why not? You can’t sit on the couch for the rest of your life, darling.” he smirked.

Jaemin always stepped so delicately around your dating life, but there was something in his eyes that was reckless and uncaring. He was pushing you, and you weren't sure how you should push back.

“Why have a boyfriend when I have you?” you blurted. Fuck. “I mean, because you...do..things”

He looked up at you, again. The silence in the room was awkward. All you could do from setting yourself on fire was act like a spot on the wall was more important than the entire conversation.

“I..do..things?” he asked.

“No.”

“No I don’t do...things?”

You shook your head. Unfortunately, it left him more confused than ever.

Jaemin said your name, and the way he said it made you feel dizzy. It was like he was pleading with you to finally tell the truth, to admit what you really meant by it. It should have been the moment when you confessed that you were head over heels in love with him, and that it was never going to be about Jeno again.

“I should go,” you said, picking up your bag.

You were scared that if you looked at him and saw the disappointment on his face, you would cry. You knew it was there. You could feel it coming at you in waves.

“See you later tonight?” you asked, popping a thin smile on my lips.

You hovered around the doorway. Jaemin cleared his throat and said, “Actually, I just remembered that I can’t. I have a lot of work to do.”

You nodded and left, hating yourself for not saying anything else.

You hadn’t spoken much in a month. You created the ripple that disturbed the whole dynamic. You felt like you had embarrassed him by suggesting he was yours to claim. Of course he wasn’t yours. He wouldn’t ever be yours. Look at you.

You had been going on dates with a man whose name didn’t matter. He was nice enough, but you didn’t think you would make it past date two. He seemed too into his hair, and he didn’t truly think you were funny. He laughed at your jokes too easily, just like Jeno did, which somehow bothered you. Jaemin would have told you the truth- that you were trying too hard.

I think I am trying too hard. I’m trying too hard to forget him, but he’s all I fucking think about. The way he licks his lips before he talks, and how his humor is always so self-deprecating, but so damn witty. How he’ll dance to anything just to make even the sourest of people smile. He’s the kind of man that is intelligent one moment but extremely stupid the next. He is the kind of man that makes people fall in love with themself.

“You look good,” the mystery date man said, breaking your reverie. He opened the car door for you and checked his watch, impatiently. “I think we might be late for the reservation.”

“Sorry for taking so long to get ready. I sometimes forget what I’m doing.” you said.

“We’ll have to eat somewhere else,” he said.

He put his hand on your thigh when you got into the car. You let it rest there for a few seconds before you shifted your body and he got the hint.

“You look really nice tonight.” he said.

“Thank you so much.” you smiled.

The mystery man was decent looking, if you liked the type of man who looks like he canoes for fun. He was stable, which was good. You could tell he would be a great man for some girl one day, and that maybe she would like getting fingerbanged in the front seat of a car from the 1990's.

When he started the car, he was still looking at you adoringly. You felt like you were being mentally skinned alive from his stare, so you looked away.

“Oh my God.” you said.

The mystery man's eyes snapped to your line of sight. Standing in the gleam of the headlights was Jaemin. His white dress shirt was untucked from his pants, and his tie was shoved into the pocket of his dinner jacket. He stood with one hand on his hip. In his other hand, he held an empty bottle of wine.

“Holy shit, is that a kpop idol?” the mystery man asked.

“In the flesh,” you said, bewildered.

He rolled down his window and yelled, “What’s up, man?”

By the way Jaemin was standing, you could tell he was drunk. He didn’t need to have the evidence stuffed into his right hand. Drunk Jaemin was a show to behold. He didn’t drink much, or ever, but when he did, he usually ended up hurting himself from doing something stupid.

“Get out of the car,” Jaemin said, pointing at the mystery man.” I’m gonna kick your ass, man.”

And there was the something stupid.

“What did he just say?” the mystery man asked.

“I believe he said, “Have a nice date!’,” you answered. “Please drive away now.”

“I’ll hit him with my car if I do.” the mystery man said. “He’s so drunk, look at him. Should I film this?”

“Holy fuck, no, you shouldn’t film this,” you said.

Jaemin got on his knees in front of the car and started crawling towards you. He was making animal noises and pawing at the ground. It wasn’t the weirdest thing Jaemin had done, but it was definitely going towards the top of the list.

“Jaemin, get up.” you shouted. “You’re going to hurt your knees.”

“I’m already hurt.” he shouted back.

“This guy is a legend,”the mystery man whispered.

You rolled your eyes and opened the car door. Jaemin looked up at you and found it too difficult, so he looked down at the ground.

“Up,” you said, sternly.

“Make me.” Jaemin said.

You snatched the bottle still clutched in his fist and threw it across your lawn. Like a petulant child, he got onto his feet and tried chasing after it. You blocked his path.

“Did you sleep with him?” Jaemin asked, trying to get around you.

You could feel red-hot heat creeping to your face. “That is none of your business.”

“You didn’t call me,” he said. “You call me, and I come running to save the day, but you didn’t. You didn’t call.”

“She doesn’t need saving” the mystery man said, waving his hand.

“You didn’t call,” Jaemin repeated.

“I’m not heartbroken,” you said, swallowing the large lump that formed in your throat.

“I am.” he said, touching his hand just below his heart. “Do you love him?”

You could feel a hysteric laugh bubbling to your throat. The situation was too damn funny to you. At the mention of love, the mystery man recoiled back into his car.

“I’m gonna go,” he said.

“Good idea,” you said. “I’m gonna sober up kpop guy. I’ll call you..or I won’t.”

You took Jaemin’s arm and led him up your front steps, never looking back. He groaned and clutched his head in pain.

“Good,” you said. “Maybe it will teach you a lesson.”

“Doubt it,” he grumbled.

You led him inside and thought of how different this was from months ago when he was the one taking care of you.

“Sit. I’ll get you some water and make up the couch for you.” you said.

You went into the kitchen and took a glass down from a shelf. You took a minute to collect myself, leaning your hip against the counter for support. Seeing Jaemin after a long period of time always brought the memories flooding back. You weren't angry with him, because there was no reason to be. You just couldn’t keep the pieces of yourself together when he looked at you like you caused him physical pain.

“You look pretty,” Jaemin said.

You turned around and saw that he was standing in the doorway, gripping the frame to keep from falling over.

“And I mean really pretty,” he said.

“Thanks.”

“I fucked up”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not. I ruined your date.”

“I didn’t like him, anyway.”

“He didn’t do... things?” Jaemin asked.

“No, Jaem. He didn’t do things.”

“You sound angry with me.”

“I’m just tired.”

“I’m sorry I’m drunk.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

He shuffled towards you. Under the fluorescent lights, his eyes were glassy and red. He couldn’t quite focus on your face. You filled up the glass of water and handed it to him. His fingers touched yours as he took the glass from you.

“I missed you,” he said.

You smiled and meant it. “You should rest tonight, keep hydrated, and we’ll talk about it in the morning before I leave for work.”

He nodded. “Okay. In the morning.”

Jaemin fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. You watched him from the bottom of the stairs. He was moaning in his sleep, one arm flung over the couch, and he was drooling. You wanted nothing more than to go to him and run your fingers through his hair to calm him, but you couldn’t bring myself to move from the spot.

You had tried to work out your feelings for the past month while he went missing from your life. You tried to pick apart all the reasons why you felt like you needed him. You tried moving on, but there was no moving on from him. You had every intention of falling out of love with him, but if falling out of love was easier, everyone would do it.

Dammit, Na Jaemin.

You woke up around 4 a.m. to feel Jaemin crawling underneath your sheets. He was quiet and careful not to touch you. You both laid side by side, inches apart, and listened to the rain beginning to drum on your window. You could feel your heartbeat quicken, just knowing that he was so close to you, that you could feel his body heat warming your own. Your breathing felt so loud in the stillness. You controlled each breath, focusing only on the way your chest rose and fell beside him.

You reached out and let your fingers touch the soft skin on his forearm. You couldn’t feel him move at all, as he took your hand in his and squeezed it tightly.

Neither of you spoke. Even if you could have gotten the words out, you didn’t know what either of you would say. You just laid there, the only movement coming from his thumb massaging your palm.

And it was a perfect moment. You turned your body onto his, interlocking both of his hands with yours to steady yourself. Your hair cascaded onto his chest and fell a little into his mouth. He pushed it back to get a good look at the plains of your face in the moonlight. His eyes were cleared now, focused on your mouth. You sat up, straddling him with your knees on either side of his slim hips. You rubbed your thumb across his wet lips, the tip of his tongue colliding with it. His eyes dared you to kiss him, but you were too slow. Jaemin yanked your wrists, pulling you back down to him. His lips brushed against yours, teasingly. You wanted to taste him, to devour him. You pressed your palms against his chest and leaned down for the kiss, parting your lips to let him know that you were all his. Kissing him was like kissing a moment. You kissed all of your laughter, all of your pain. You kissed all of your hellos and goodbyes.

Jaemin’s hands roamed underneath your shirt, holding the small of your back to keep you in place as he pushed against you, harder. Your body rocked against his, grinding him lightly as his hands moved down to your ass, squeezing it. You couldn’t taste the alcohol on his breath. His lips would make you drunk without it. You needed him all around you. You needed to know what he felt like inside of you.

You were frantic, grabbing at each other like it was the last time, instead of the first time. He leaned his body up so that you were both sitting. His lips worked their way down your neck. Your body felt like electricity everywhere he touched you.

You unbuttoned his shirt agonizingly slow. Jaemin’s dark eyes were ravenous as you made your way carefully down to each button. He pushed your hands away as you got to the last one and ripped it from his body. Your fingers curled around his belt and yanked it away from him.

A sound escaped from his mouth that you could only explain as crazed. He wasn’t intoxicated anymore, but he looked like a man whose self-control had vanished. Holding you tightly, he flipped you over so that he was on top, his body fitting against yours like a glove. His weight felt good on top of you, almost scandalous. You could feel every muscle of his against you, every soft spot resting against your stomach when he breathed. You could feel his cock, could feel the hunger burning inside of you with the thought of him fucking you.

Jaemin stopped only momentarily to get a good look at you from above. A smile broke out onto his face, as his eyes covered every inch of your skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” he said.

He slid your panties down your legs, brought your t-shirt over your head, and let his hands feel you. When he slipped a finger inside of you, you arched your back, and your breasts met his mouth. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. You swayed your body into his fingers, letting his thumb brush against your clit.

The lazy smile didn’t leave his lips. Every time your body moved, he went with it, leaving a trail of kisses behind. He wouldn’t let you come. Every time you got closer and closer, he would stop and watch how you squirmed beneath him.

You wrapped your legs around his waist to tell him that you were ready. You couldn’t wait any longer. He kissed you softly on the lips, reeled back and let his cock enter you. You exhaled as he moved inside of you, his body meeting yours, and his hands holding you down. You reached out for him, and he lowered himself so that you could dig your nails into the flesh of his back. A moan escaped from his lips as you brought those fingers to his neck. You let them tangle in his hair and pulled his strands until his moans turned low and gravelly. You could feel the pace picking up.

Jaemin couldn’t control himself any more. He wanted all of you, every last drop. You pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. As you lowered yourself down onto his cock, he whispered, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”