#i still haven't found what i'm looking for

[authorhjk1]

Please do Seulgi as your aunt who catches you jerking off with her panties for lips series. If you can find it with the red dress she wore last month thank you.

Lips #3

(Seulgi X Male Reader) Wordcount: 1320 words

At first you planned on getting your own place when you got accepted at the college you wanted to study at. But every available apartment close to it was way too expensive for you part time salary. Your mom told you you could stay with her sister for a while, since she lives near campus, until you found a place.

You haven't seen aunt Seulgi in a year or so, but moving in with her wasn't awkward or anything. At least not at first. But it soon became difficult for you to focus around her. Since it was her house she could do whatever she wants of course, but you couldn't keep up with the way she was dressed all the time. You'd eat breakfast and then suddenly have your aunt walk into the kitchen only wearing underwear. The next day she'd come home from the gym only wearing a sports bra and tight leggings. She didn't seem to mind you at all.

You always tried not to look at the beginning, but eventually you couldn't help yourself anymore. Her fit and toned body seemed to be on display for you daily. You couldn't get it out of your head anymore. Her beautiful face, her tits which look like they would perfectly fit into your hands, her tight abs, her cameltoe whenever she wears leggings, her firm ass, her full thighs.

Tonight Seulgi left for a night out. She put on a red off shoulder dress and a pair of heels. You couldn't help but wonder if she was wearing underwear or not. The thought stayed with you as you watched her car pull out of the driveway. For a moment you hesitated, your heart beating quicker than ever before. Should you do it? Just sneak into her room and maybe help yourself get off? You know you won't survive much longer in this house if you have to continue to stare at your hot aunt all the time.

A minute after she's gone you enter her room and reach for her drawer. Pulling it open you're greeted by several sets of her underwear. Different colours. Different fabrics. Different styles. You planned on just carefully taking the first one out and using it. But you have so many choices now. It takes you a good minute to finally decide. Not one, but two panties. You carefully take them out and head back to your room. You get rid of your pants as you sit on your bed

The first one you picked is a simple pink satin thong. Your breath hitches as you slowly wrap the fabric around your cock. It feels way better than you thought it would. You imagine your aunt wearing this while she grinds her ass in your lap. A groan escapes your mouth as you think about that. You reach for the second one a moment later. Black lace with a high waist. You swear Seulgi wore this one like three days ago.

As you are about to wrap it around your cock as well, you heart freezes.

"What's going one here, young man?"

It's your aunts voice. She's standing in the doorframe. Her arms are crossed in front if her chest. But instead of looking angry, you catch a small smile playing around her lips.

"Couldn't help yourself, could you?"

"I... uhm...I..."

You don't know what to say. You can't say anything. Nothing will get you out of this. But instead of yelling at you, Seulgi walks closer.

"I leaves the house for a second and this is what you do?"

She's stopped right in front of you. The edge of the bed feels now very uncomfortable underneath you.

"I...I'm sorry...I"

Seulgi laughs. It's not a cold laugh. It sounds like she's amused.

"It's okay, sweetie. I know you've been staring at me the whole week."

You're sweating by now, still not sure what to do or say.

"You know what? Why don't I help you out? After all, your mom said I should make sure you're taken care of."

"H-Help?"

You watch with wide eyes as Seulgi slowly lowers herself in front of you. You're still very aware that one of her panties is lying right next to you, while her thong is wrapped around your base.

"You know what I mean, honey. Just like this."

She slowly wraps her hand around the pink satin. Then she moves it up and down your length. Her strokes are slow while she looks up at your eyes, watching your reactions.

"I-I don't think..."

"You don't have to think at all, honey."

Seulgi's warm voice seems to calm you while her hand continues to work your length. Your hips are already bucking into it whenever she reaches your base. The soft fabric makes it feel even better.

"I'm here to take care of you."

Before you can say anything, your aunt leans down and places a kiss on your tip. You let out a shaky breath, unable to comprehend what just happened. She follows it up with wrapping her lips around the head of your cock, gently sucking on it while letting her tongue explore every inch.

"Oh god..."

You whimper, unable to do or say anything yet again. You feel her worshipping your tip for a good minute, until she finally retreats again. Her hand continues to stroke you. As you look down, you see your tip coloured in the red of her lipstick.

"But...But you're my-"

Seulgi silences you by letting a trail of saliva leave her lips and letting it fall onto your tip.

"That didn't stop you from looking or stealing these, did it?"

She holds up the black lace with her other hand. Her smile is teasing, calling out your hypocrisy.

Seulgi wraps her lips around your cock again. This time she lets them move past your tip and further down your length. Her grip on your base tightens a little. It makes your thighs tremble. The pink fabric is a little darker now, due to her spit. You feel it coating your shaft as she continues to lick and suck your cock.

"This...This is something different though."

You don't even know why you're still talking. Your insanely hot aunt is giving you head and stroking your cock with her thong. Why can't you just shut up?

Seulgi lifts her head off your cock again and looks up at you.

"It's not, baby. It's fine. It's not like we're having sex, right?"

Even the thought of having sex with your aunt drives you toward your orgasm. You don't want to admit it, but you've thought about it before. Her ass in your lap, or her body bent over in front of you while you use her. The mental image of you and her being intimate is too much for you. Add to that her hand which is continuously stroking your cock with her panties and her mouth which is sucking your cock and you feel the biggest orgasm you ever had build up inside of you. You know you're not lasting long. But you can't even feel ashamed. You can't feel anything but pleasure.

Seulgi senses it too. She feels your cock twitching inside of her as her lips glide up and down your length.

"Seulgi..."

You moan your aunt's name. She lifts her head off your cock the second before your orgasm hits. The last stroke upward of her hand pushes you over the edge. She keeps her pink thong in place around your tip and you finally cum. You ruin it completely, soiling it with your load.

"That's a good boy."

Seulgi watches you shake and moan with an amused smile on her face.

"I would've loved to use my worn panties on you so you could feel how wet I am for you."

Her mischievous eyes sparkle as she shrugs her shoulders.

"Too bad I'm not wearing any."

[copperbadge]

I've been tagged a few times in posts about Google Drive revoking access to various elements, apparently based on an AI scan looking for "harmful" material.

It's difficult to know exactly what's going on because they're difficult to verify -- not that I think the people who've posted about it are lying, but I've really only been able to verify two incidents of it happening, one because of a Google Doc and one because of a Google Keep document. So I'm not reblogging those posts 1. because I can't verify this is widespread and don't want to spread misinformation, and 2. because I don't want to call the people it did happen to liars, as I don't think they are.

Part of the problem is if you're searching for anything about google "revoking access" or any similar wording, mostly what you're getting are tutorials about how to revoke access to a specific document you've shared.

I've been trying to move off Google Drive as much as possible for about a year now in any case; it's proven difficult since I haven't had a good substitute short of buying my own server, which is currently a little outside my budget.

The recommendation going around is for Ellipsus, and after testing it I have mixed feelings; it's a nice compact program that syncs across devices, but there's a lot that doesn't seem customizable yet that I'm struggling with. I REALLY don't like that I can't seem to get just a list of my work files, it's all in big blocks that make it hard to see much at once, since I generally have dozens of documents that I'm accessing fairly frequently. In the document itself I prefer the menu bar across the top; I also don't like that you have to scroll the vertical sidebar to access options, or that you can't look at the outline and your formatting options at the same time. There doesn't appear to be a page layout option or a "view" menu, which is also a struggle because it's very disorienting not knowing where the margins are, and that doesn't appear to be something you can currently alter.

That said, these may be features I just haven't found yet, and most of them are personal aesthetic issues. I also can't use Discord, a perfectly decent platform, because I can't fucking get used to the layout or format.

So overall the program seems fine. It allows for stuff like formatting-outlining, which is an absolute necessity, and it does at least let you hide the sidebars so you're not working in a tiny window. I'm not sure it'll be workable in the long run but if it's not that's my problem, not the platform's.

I do recommend if you still use Google Docs to back up your work frequently; I do a weekly backup of any folder I've done work in during the past week.

[breakmeoffapieceofthatkitkat]

Somethin' Stupid like 'I love you'

Spencer Agnew x F!Reader

Word count: 6.1k

Summary: Y/N is able to manage her crush on Spencer until they duet a love song on a karaoke livestream.

Inspired by Somethin Stupid by Frank and Nancy Sinatra!! I'm so obsessed with the harmonies, which is what inspired me to write this. If you haven't heard the song pleaseeeeee go listen to it! Also, this is the first thing I've written in a while and my first fic on tumblr, so go easy on me! Thanks, yall!

You rubbed your temples as you sat at your desk, staring at the blinking cursor of a blank Word document. In your three years at Smosh as an editor, turned PA, turned cast member, you had learned a lot: how to make an enticing thumbnail, how to be comfortable on camera, how to be a good assistant, that you much preferred meetings and shooting to slow, lazy afternoons in front of your computer. One thing that you had yet to learn was how to get past the excruciating writer’s block you so often encountered towards the end of a long week. Your mind was as blank as your computer screen. This was not good. 

It had been a good day. Nothing out of the ordinary, but good nonetheless. You came into the office early, partially to do some extra editing, and partially because your friend, coworker, and boss, Spencer, who happened to be your ride since your car was in the shop and he lived nearby, needed to get to work early to finish prepping for the day’s ‘Shayne Guesses’. It was mostly the latter. No one was surprised when you put off the editing you’d insisted you needed to do, instead electing to sit on the couch by Spencer’s desk, chatting with him and scrolling on TikTok aimlessly. You felt your face heat up as you scrolled onto an edit of Spencer himself, quickly saving the video and scrolling on. For later, you thought. 

People began trickling into the previously empty office, greeting you and Spencer as they passed, pouring themselves coffee and finding their way to their desks. You glanced up from your screen, feeling a gentle hand on your shoulder, and saw Courtney walking past the back of the couch, Shayne next to her. They stuck their tongue out at you as they passed. “Hey, Cutie,” she mused, giving you a small wave, “You’re in early.” 

You stuck your tongue out and waved back. “Yeah… I was meant to be editing, but…” You trailed off, holding up your phone, TikTok still lighting up your screen, “You can see how well that’s going.” You heard Spencer scoff without looking away from his computer screen. “Shut up, Spencer!” Courtney and Shayne both giggled as they walked away. 

Within 15 minutes, everyone in the office had gathered in the common area for the morning meeting. You lounged over the back of Angela’s chair, smiling as you listened to Spencer give some announcements about the plan for the imminent ‘Shayne Guesses our Baby Photos’ video. The meeting immediately became vastly more boring when Spencer passed the baton to Ian and Anthony for their announcements. It wasn’t that you didn’t care, per se, it’s just that Ian and Anthony didn’t have the same adorable smile or slutty little glasses that Spencer did. 

Everyone stood and split off as the meeting came to a close. You stood up straight from your position over Angela’s shoulder and stretched, cracking your sore back and neck. You jumped slightly, feeling a firm hand on your shoulder and quickly spinning on your heel, only to be met with those very glasses and that same smile. He offered you your clipboard with an outstretched arm, and you couldn’t fight the urge to trace his tattoos with your eyes, down the toned line of his bicep. You felt your stomach do a somersault, wishing you could trace the inked lines for real. “Hey, Y/N, you ready?” You took the clipboard and looked away quickly, hoping to hide the hot flush that you could feel creeping up your neck. 

You followed him into the Smosh Games stage, where you found Shayne getting mic’d up and some of your fellow crew members setting up the cameras and sound equipment. Spencer donned his headset as he sat down in his chair, pulling out the chair next to him before gesturing for you to sit. You smiled and murmured a thank you, internally glowing at his gesture, no matter how small it may have been. 

The video began, and Shayne began his guessing. It always shocked you how good he was at guessing things about his coworkers, although you supposed that these may have been easier to guess, given that they were childhood photographs and all. As the video continued, you and Spencer bantered back and forth in a low whisper, joking about how cute all your friends were as babies. You rubbed your eyes, willing the week’s exhaustion to disappear. 

Throughout the whole video, you’d felt a pit of anticipation in your stomach, waiting for your baby photo to show up. Eventually, the time came: Shayne clicked the next button, and there you were. It was objectively a goofy photo. Little you, holding a rainbow snow cone with a stained mouth and sticky fingers, a silly smile on your tiny lips. You felt a jab in your ribs as Spencer giggled. Shayne broke out into a big, toothy grin. “Aww, this one’s a cutie,” He giggled. “I’ll be honest, this expression is giving Y/N. The snow cone, too, actually.” He glanced behind the camera at you, flushing, and Spencer, giggling, before looking back to the camera, his lips pressed into a thin line of a smirk. “Alright,” He said matter-of-factly, “You guys can’t see it, but Spencer just poked Y/N and giggled, so I know it’s her.” He clicked the next button again, and your name popped up on the screen, confirming his suspicions. 

Spencer leaned over to you, tapping you on the knee as Shayne moved on with the video. “You were a cute kid,” He paused for a beat. “I guess some things never change.” You could feel your cheeks and the tips of your ears burning, and you knew you were bright pink. You could feel Spencer’s eyes on the side of your face as you tucked your hair behind your ear. He could undoubtedly see your flushed face. It certainly wasn’t dark enough in the studio to hide it anymore.

Shayne found you after the cameras quit rolling and the shoot wrapped, giving you a knowing smirk. “So, you two are cozy, huh?” he accused. He didn’t specify who you were cozy with. He didn’t need to. You felt a blush bloom across your face. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you insisted in a strained, high pitched, flustered tone of voice, trying your best to think of a excuse to run, but having no luck.

Shayne put up his hands, as if surrendering, but his smirk didn’t waver. “Sure,” he drew out the word accusitorily, teasing you subtly, “Whatever you say, Y/N.” You turned on your heel and scurried away, hearing Shayne call after you. “He’d say yes, you know!” Shayne must’ve been confused, you told yourself. Would Spencer really say yes? You wished. 

 Unfortunately, that was your only shoot of the morning, and you’d have to spend the rest of the day in meetings, or worse, alone at your desk. Ugh. What a drag. You had a meeting to brainstorm for Smosh Games and a meeting with the art department to help plan the next episode of Bit City. You were much more excited for one of these meetings, and despite your love of Bit City, it was not the art department meeting. The art department didn’t have Spencer. 

The Games meeting, however, did have Spencer. That wasn’t the only reason you liked it, of course. You loved talking about games, brainstorming stupid bits, and thinking of new and innovative video ideas. Even more so, though, you loved watching Spencer talking about games, brainstorming stupid bits, and thinking of new video ideas. 

After the meetings and lunch, here you were, at your desk, staring blankly at your screen. You spun mindlessly in your chair a few times, surveying the office. Everyone who wasn’t in a shoot looked like they were being much more productive than you were. You sighed, trying your best to work, so as not to be the weak link of the office. It was no use. Despite having a relatively slow day, the week was taking its toll on you. You slumped, resting your chin in your hand as you continued to watch the cursor blink, as if taunting you for your inability to do your fucking job. 

Suddenly, you heard a dull ‘thunk!’ next to you on your desk, and looked up to see Spencer there, having placed a mug on your desk. He looked at you with a soft, gentle smile playing on his lips. You cocked your head, confused, looking between Spencer and the cup in his hand a few times. Spencer rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, smiling bigger now. “I uh…” He paused, considering his words. “You’ve seemed kinda tired today. I just thought this might help. Y’know, make sure you can get through the rest of your boring day of writing and emails and stuff.”

A toothy grin broke out across your face. “Aw, Spencer, you didn’t have to do that! Thank you, dude, I needed this. This is so sweet of you.” You took the cup from his hand, feeling sparks where your fingers brushed. You took a sip, the comforting warmth of the beverage quickly spreading through your body, already making you feel better. “Oh my God! Spencer, this is perfect! How did you know how I take my coffee?” You demanded jokingly, beaming up at the man and continuing to sip your drink. 

He shrugged nonchalantly, giving your shoulder a light squeeze. “I know you, Y/N,” he said softly, almost a whisper. He turned and walked away, presumably to his own desk, but stopped in his tracks a few paces away from you. He turned, exclaiming, “See ya later, Y/N. Your carriage awaits!” He did a silly fake bow before continuing his path away from you. 

You giggled, taking another sip of your coffee. 

He knew you?

The rest of the day was significantly better. You were actually able to get some work done, for one thing. Then, you got to have a fun car ride with Spencer, and best of all, you got to go home, eat instant ramen, and watch a movie in your PJs with your cat, Roxie.

—

You must have fallen asleep on the couch while watching your movie, because the next thing you knew, your alarm was blaring, interrupting the relaxing peace you had managed to find in the heap of blankets on your couch. You heaved yourself up, stretched, and checked your phone. You had a few notifications: Some texts from the Smosh Girls group chat, some texts from Angela individually, and a Slack message from Bailey, demanding you send in your screenshots for the day’s episode of ‘Phone it in’. Shit. You scrambled to go into your Google searches, texts, and photos. You should’ve waited till you were more together, should’ve  known that your freshly awake self would pick rather incriminating screenshots. But you didn’t.

Your morning passed in a haze, and somehow, after being revived by a few cups of coffee, you found yourself in the block of chairs where cast and crew sat during Phone it in, Courtney on your left and Angela on your right. Sitting in front of the camera, preparing to compete in the video, were Spencer, Amanda, and Trevor. You couldn’t fully recall what pre-coffee you had submitted, which, frankly, scared you. 

The video kicked off with Tommy explaining the premise and introducing the contestants. “Alright!” Tommy said with a broad gesture, “Let the guessing begin!” You watched as the three tried to guess your coworkers based on their phones, laughing, joking, and trying (and failing) to guess along. “Time for our next phone. Let’s see those Google searches!” Tommy pointed to the screen, chuckling. You blinked, reading the screen. You thought for a second, and then it clicked. This was you. “‘Best antique stores near me’, ‘Car warning lights’, And ‘can i buy Arizona in bulk’...” Tommy trailed off, turning to look at the camera, then the contestants. “Any thoughts on who this might be?” Spencer was already scribbling on his whiteboard, while Amanda and Trevor looked confused. 

“Wait, wait, this person wants to buy the state of Arizona? I’m so confused,” Amanda  shook her head at her own confusion. Spencer choked on a laugh. Tommy and Trevor cackled. 

Tommy gave her a pitying look. “No, Amanda,” he rubbed his temples in disbelief. “They want to buy AriZona Iced Tea. It’s okay, you’re doing great!” Amanda slumped over onto the table at his words. Tommy then turned his attention to Spencer. “So, you’re already locked in. Anything to say about that?” He looked at Spencer expectantly. 

Spencer merely shrugged. “I mean, it was kind of a gut instinct thing. I know someone in this office who really likes AriZona, and I could imagine this person also enjoying antique shopping, and I know their car is in the shop right now.” His eyes found yours somewhere throughout his sentence, and he smirked, almost imperceptibly. The tips of your ears burned crimson as he continued to hold eye contact for a moment or two. 

“Alright, alright, good stuff. Let’s see that text message!” Tommy exclaimed, pointing at the screen again as your texts were revealed. Tommy, as well as everyone else in the room, gasped. Oh. My. God. You could not believe what you had submitted. Your heart was pounding a million miles a minute. Through laughter, Tommy said, “For those of you who can’t read it, this person says, ‘oh my god, you don’t understand. i NEED him’ need in all caps, by the way,” Tommy added before continuing reading, “‘i need him in a way that is concerning to feminism,’ To which someone else says ‘good lord’” Tommy was cackling. You were trying to hide your face from the contestants without being too obvious, sure that your exponentially reddening face would give you away.” 

Amanda gasped. “Oh, I know! I know!” She scribbled something down on her whiteboard. “I have had a very similar conversation with someone, and I can’t really think of anyone else that would say this, so…” She trailed off with a knowing smile. Trevor still looked lost. 

Tommy pointed at the TV again, and the image was revealed. You laughed as you saw it, despite having submitted it yourself that very morning. It was a bright blue bra with Weezer on it. Wow, what had you been thinking? 

The room broke out into laughter again. “Dude!” Trevor shouted, “What is this?? What am I supposed to do with this?!” He sighed dejectedly and wrote down a name. “I don’t know about this, but… I don’t know who else to put.”

“Trevor, let’s see what you put!” Tommy announced as Trevor turned his whiteboard around, showing Angela’s name. Tommy cocked his head. “Yeah, I’m not feeling good about that for you, Trevor,” he laughed. 

Trevor shrugged. “I was really going off the Weezer bra. It seems like something that Angela would laugh at.” Angela shrugged next to you, as if agreeing. She had laughed at the Weezer bra, to be fair.

Tommy moved on to Amanda, asking her to turn her board around, revealing your name. You smiled sheepishly as she looked at you. Spencer was then instructed to turn his board, also revealing Y/N in his messy scrawl. “Let’s see, is it Y/N?” Tommy asked, pointing again at the screen. A cheer erupted as your name appeared on the screen. “Y/N?” Tommy teased, “Wanna tell us who those texts were about?” The camera panned around towards you, bright red and covering your face with your hands. 

“Absolutely not!” You shouted.

Angela, the receiver of the text messages you had submitted, leaned over and whispered in your ear, “Oh my god, I cannot believe you submitted those texts. You’re just lucky you cropped out the one before that about Spencer bringing you coffee.”

— 

Later that afternoon, you found yourself back at your desk, head in your hand, only somewhat more productive than the day before. You heard what vaguely sounded like the wheels on a desk chair, swiftly approaching, but you didn’t tear your eyes away from your screen until you glimpsed a can being placed on your desk out of the corner of your eye. When you turned, you saw Spencer, a can of AriZona in one hand, in the midst of being placed on your desk, and a can of Mountain Dew Kickstart in the other, presumably for him. He tilted his head and smiled playfully, nudging the AriZona towards you, but saying nothing. You smile back, grabbing the can and cracking it open with a satisfying ‘hiss’. He did the same with his own beverage. “Is this gonna be our new thing?” You joked, “You bringing me drinks to get me to work?” 

Spencer laughed. The sound was like nothing you’d ever heard. It was beautiful, soft, angelic, almost. Music to your ears. “Hey,” he said, matching your tone, “Whatever gets you to do your job.” You fake-glared at him, shoving him playfully. “No, but, seriously… I just…” Spencer continued, running his free hand through his dark curls, his tone becoming genuine, “Thought you might like it, I guess. Those Google searches of yours make me think you might like AriZona juuuuuust a little bit.” 

You took a long sip from your drink, hoping it would help hide the blush creeping across your face. “Thank you, Spencer. This is really sweet of you.” You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Spencer coughed awkwardly, breaking the long eye contact that you two had been holding, instead electing to stare at his can of Kickstart. 

“So, those texts,” He began, teasingly, “Who’s this lucky guy?” He laughed, but you could almost see a pink hue dusting his cheeks.

You scoffed, turning away in your chair dramatically to hide your matching pink flush. “There is no way in hell I would tell anyone  that! It’s a secret, Spencer!” Spencer cocked his head, a mixture of confusion and disappointment painting his features. “So!” You scrambled to change the subject. “Are you ready for the karaoke livestream later? It’s gonna be great!”

His expression shifted to a smile. “Yeah, we’re all ready.” His voice was soft, and he smiled gently. “What about you? Got any good songs lined up for this evening?” 

You smiled devilishly as you clicked to another tab, revealing a list. “Do I ever!” 

Espresso – Sabrina Carpenter

Silver Spring – Fleetwood Mac

Picture you – Chappell Roan

Freak – Doja Cat

Somethin’ Stupid – Frank Sinatra and Nancy Sinatra

From the Start – Laufey

Lovefool – The Cardigans

December, 1963 – Frankie Valli

Piano Man – Billy Joel

Spencer’s eyes scanned the list, stopping on Somethin’ Stupid. He turned to you, grinning. “Somethin’ stupid would be so great,” He insisted, grasping your shoulder now, “It’s cute, sweet, very you.” Your face was insanely hot, and you knew it. Surely, Spencer did too. He had eyes.

You merely shrugged. “I’d really like to do it, but I want to do the original duet, and I just don’t know who’d do it with me. I really love the harmonies, y’know? I just need someone to sing the melody,” You rambled nervously, gaining momentum by the second. “Maybe Court? Or Angela? I just don’t know. I don’t wanna spring it on them, but I haven’t asked or anything, and-”

Spencer’s grip on your shoulder tightened. “I’ll do it!” He exclaimed, cutting off your rambling. “If- I- Uh- If you’ll have me, that is!” He smiled sheepishly, running a hand through his increasingly messy hair again. He was definitely getting pink now. 

You nearly leapt from your chair. Your heart leapt into your throat. You had to keep your mouth shut to keep it and all your feelings from pouring out. You nodded enthusiastically. “Would you really?” You cheered, grasping Spencer’s hand, “That would be great! I don’t know what to say. Thank you, thank you!” You could hardly contain your excitement. 

Spencer stood, beginning to make his way back to his own desk. “Alright then,” he chuckled sheepishly, “I guess I’ll see you later, then.” 

“See you later, Spence!” The nickname tasted sweet on your tongue. “Thank you again!” 

—

Soon, you found yourself on the Smosh Games stage, perched on the classic couch amongst your closest friends as the crew bustled about, getting the stream set up. Courtney and Damien stood in front of the two microphones, giggling and joking to one another. Suddenly, Spencer’s voice echoed through the room, announcing the start of the stream. “3, 2, 1, and we’re live!” Immediately, Courtney and Damien broke into song. 

You couldn’t stop laughing. You absolutely adored when you got to do karaoke with your friends. Hearing them sing, singing together, laughing and joking, and even showing off your own singing voice, while raising money for something you cared about? It was one of your favorite things you had ever done at Smosh. Your friends were busting out some real bangers tonight, and you were living for it. As Damien and Ian’s rendition of  The Saga Begins came to a close, you felt eyes land on you. “Y/N, do you wanna go next?” Courtney volun-told you, pushing you out of your seat. 

You stood, your eyes meeting Spencer’s silently asking, Do you still want this? Do you want me? He caught your gaze, smiling, giving you a swift nod as he stood as well. He whispered your song choice to Alex before coming into the light. “Alright,” he said, looking at you, “You ready for this?”

You put on a brave face, internally buzzing. You shouldn’t have been so giddy. It was a favor, nothing more. Your friend volunteered to sing a duet with you, you weren’t a teenage girl being brought backstage by Harry Styles for a meet and greet. You shook your hands, trying to calm the storm of butterflies in your stomach. 

“Oh, I’m ready. The real question,” You paused, glancing around at your castmates, then at the cameras, “Is if they are ready.”

Spencer looked between you and the camera, smirking. “Trust me, they aren’t ready. Hit it, Alex!” 

The opening notes of Somethin’ Stupid floated gently through the studio. It was a starkly different vibe from the last song, but somehow, it couldn’t have felt more right. The lights were insanely bright. You felt like you’d been put on the spot, hung out to dry, scared in a way you’d never felt in a karaoke livestream before. Probably because you’d never sung a love song with your crush in one of these things, you noted off-handedly. You glanced to your left and saw Spencer already looking at you, a dumb smile on his face. He nodded reassuringly, looking almost as nervous as you felt. 

I know I stand in line until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me

And if we go someplace to dance, I know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with me

The rest of the people in the room seemed to fall away. The lights seemed to dim. You could hear your friends cheering for you softly, almost distantly, but your eyes didn’t leave Spencer’s. As you sang, it was just the two of you. No lights, no cameras, no castmates, no crew, no hundreds of thousands of people watching. Just you two. 

Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or two

And then I go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"

Your face was hot, and you felt like puking. After singing “I love you,” you managed to tear yourself from Spencer’s gaze, glancing around the room and into the camera. You were vaguely aware of your friends watching in awe, of the dropped jaws, the whispering. The moment was intimate, too intimate for a livestream being watched by thousands of people. You’d seen the comments and edits shipping you, hell, you sought them out. You knew that the fans were having a field day with this. You kept singing, forcing down the sick, nervous feeling in your chest. 

I can see it in your eyes, that you despise the same old lies you heard the night before

And though it's just a line to you, for me it's true, and never seemed so right before

I practice every day to find some clever lines to say to make the meaning come true

But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late, and I'm alone with you

Somehow, you were gazing lovingly into Spencer’s eyes again, and he was doing the same. You’d never seen him quite like this: Soft, gentle, nervous as can be. He looked at you through his eyelashes, flirtatiously, sheepishly, and you wondered how much of this was for the camera and how much was real. You tried to keep yourself from getting your hopes up, but it was too late. 

The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue

And then I go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"

The instrumental break came, and you welcomed the break from singing, swallowing back your feelings, and looking over to your friends on the couch. They all looked, to put it simply, dumbfounded. Courtney gave you an encouraging nod and a smile. Shayne shot you two thumbs up. Angela just excitedly mouthed Oh my God!

The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue

And then I go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"

"I love you"

"I love you"

"I love you"

"I love you"

Despite the song ending, Spencer and you stood completely still, merely staring at each other. He had a lovesick, dumb smile painted on his lips, which you were sure mirrored your own. You could faintly hear the cast and crew calling out to you, asking if you were okay, but you didn’t care. You just kept staring. The space between you two, mere inches between the two mic stands, felt electrically charged. You had so much you wanted to say, so much to finally tell Spencer, and yet your mind drew a blank. You had no words to describe how you felt in that moment. Nervous, excited, flustered, breathless, slightly embarrassed. None of it was enough. You felt like you were flying, like all the air in your lungs had turned to helium and floated you into the air. Spencer’s, too. It was just the two of you, soaring through the air together as everything and everyone else fell away. 

There was nothing but you, Spencer, and the warm, fuzzy, electric haze hovering between you. You could kiss him. You really wanted to kiss him. 

And then, Ian was between you, one hand on each of your shoulders, exclaiming something about moving on to the next song, and the moment was over. 

You and Spencer went your separate ways: you went back to the couch with the rest of the cast, and Spencer went back to his place behind the camera. You plopped down next to Angela, who promptly grabbed your forearm. You met her shocked gaze, matching her expression, but trying to be as subtle as possible. 

Angela leaned in, putting her lips by your ear. “Holy shit, Y/N,” she murmured, “What was that?” You shook your head and shrugged, trying to remain unnoticed by the cameras. “Y/N, that was like… insanely emotionally loaded. Either he’s a really great actor or he’s completely in love with you.”

You chuckled and shoved her playfully, brushing it off. “C’mon, Ang, I’m sure it’s not really like that. Don’t play with my heart, I can't handle it!” You pretended to faint, feigning offense. 

She shoved you back, laughing. “I’m serious!” She insisted, keeping her voice low so the microphones couldn’t pick her up. “He practically had hearts for eyes.” You just shook your head and rolled your eyes, turning back to watch your friends singing.

The rest of the livestream, you could hardly tear your eyes away from Spencer, and he seemed to have the same problem: you caught his eyes lingering on you as he looked around the room more than once, and you felt heat flare in your cheeks each time. Maybe Angela was right? You tried not to get your hopes up. Every time you caught Spencer’s eye, they only got higher. 

The stream ended with a chorus of ‘thank you’s and ‘goodbye’s from you and the rest of the cast, and just like that, your long, long week was over and you finally got to crash. All that was left was the car ride home with Spencer. 

Oh, God, you realized with a start, freezing in your tracks, Spencer. This was gonna be one awkward car ride. Right on cue, you felt a hand fall on your shoulder. You turned slowly to find Spencer, with his cute, curly hair, and his glasses, and his goofy, sheepish smile. God, you liked him so much. 

But you heard the lyrics of the song the two of you had sung. You had something good with him: A safe, comfortable friendship. An alignment in your sense of humor. Someone that you could trust, no matter what. You knew you had something rare, something once-in-a-lifetime, and you weren’t about to ruin it by telling him how you truly felt. 

So you took a deep breath and shoved your feelings down as you climbed into the passenger seat of his car a few minutes later. The drive was quiet. You could feel Spencer glancing at you every few seconds, but you didn’t tear your eyes away from the window or say a word. You knew that if you looked at him, or god forbid, opened your mouth, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from word-vomiting your feelings all over. 

As the car slowed to a stop outside your apartment building, you finally glanced up at Spencer, finding his gaze already on you. His eyes were wide and shiny, reflecting the Los Angeles city lights in a way that looked like stars. His lips parted slightly, and he took a breath like he was about to say something, but paused, clearly considering his words. “Listen, Y/N,” he began. You knew all too well where this was going. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea, or You’re a really great friend, but…, or something equally horrible. You couldn’t handle that, not now. Collecting your things with a newfound haste, you stood, cutting him off. 

“Thanks for the ride, Spence!” You exclaimed, your tone strained, “See you Monday!”

He looked straight ahead and swallowed thickly, not meeting your eyes as he responded, “Yeah… Yeah, see you.” You watched as his car peeled out into the street and slowly disappeared, standing on the stoop until all that was left of the vehicle was the red smear of taillights on the horizon, which very well could have belonged to anyone. You sighed and kept standing there, hoping beyond hope that his car would reappear. It didn’t. 

—

An hour later, you were slumped on your couch, in your sweats, on a phone call with Angela. You’d shot Spencer a text about half an hour ago, letting him know you’d have your car back by Monday, so he wouldn’t need to drive you anymore. Read, no response. God, you chided yourself, you’d really done it this time. 

“Y/N, I swear!” Angela gushed through the phone speakers, “I saw how he was looking at you. It was not a ‘just friends’ look or an ‘I hope she doesn’t take this the wrong way’ look. It was a ‘Please notice me, I will do anything for you’ look. It was written all over his face! He was seriously looking at you like you hung the moon just for him. Don’t be so hard on yourself!” 

You shook your head, even though you knew Angela couldn’t see the gesture. “I appreciate you feeding my delusions, Ang, but at some point, I think I need to just cut my losses. He doesn’t like me. That’s just how it-” A knock at the door cut you off. You stood, murmuring something to Angela about having to answer the door real quick.

As you trudged through your apartment, weighed down by your long week, you began to wonder who on earth would be knocking on your door at this hour. You wondered, offhandedly, if you should get a weapon, but you told yourself it was probably just a package or something, nothing to worry about. 

When your door swung open, nothing could have prepared you for what was behind it. There, on your doorstep, was Spencer, bouquet in his hand and stupid, sheepish grin on his face. You gasped softly when you saw him, frozen in your tracks. You knew your jaw was on the floor, and you couldn’t be bothered to pick it back up. “Angela…” You said softly, “I’m… I’m gonna need to call you back…” 

The phone call ended with a click, and then you were met with silence again. Neither you nor Spencer spoke, just staring at each other for a moment. You couldn’t wrap your mind around what was happening. After what felt like years, you spoke, your throat dry and your voice soft and strained. “Spencer? What… What are you doing here?”

“Y/N.” You reveled in the way he said your name. Quiet, gentle. He exhaled your name like a sigh of relief, a realization, a promise. “I just-” He ran his free hand through his messy curls, “-I needed to see you. I couldn’t leave things the way we did. I don’t want it to be awkward. I want to tell you how I feel, and I want you to believe me, hence these,” he slightly gestured with the flowers. 

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t even move. You tried to snap out of it, assuming it must be a dream, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t wake up, and Spencer and his flowers stayed steadfast. This was real. 

Spencer took your stunned silence as a cue to continue. “I love you, Y/N. So, so much, and I never said anything because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but,” His voice was hoarse and brittle, “I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I need you to know. It’s not just some bit for the camera, or some song on a livestream, it’s everything. You are everything.  I’m sorry if this is weird, but I just… Yeah, I just needed you to know.” He looked down at his shoes, too embarrassed to meet your gaze. 

“Spencer,” You breathed, taking a step forward. He looked up, his mouth gaping open in an expression of slight shock as you grabbed his free hand. You took another step closer. There was a mere breath between you two, now. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”

Spencer inched forward slightly, his eyes flicking to your lips. “Y/N, can I…?” He asked nervously. You said nothing. Instead, your lips crashed against his, your hands finding the back of his neck and pulling him in closer. The kiss was eager yet gentle, three years of quiet nights editing, gentle touches behind the camera, and inside jokes around the office. Three years of flirting on camera, sitting together at lunch, cozy game nights, and secrets. Three years of being best friends and yearning to be more. After a moment, Spencer’s hands found your waist and the back of your head. You heard the plastic wrapped around the flowers crinkle as they dropped to the ground, and frankly, you didn’t care. 

As you kissed, you felt the stress of the week melting away. Everything suddenly fell into place, and you finally felt like things made sense. You felt complete.

You pulled away, but stayed wrapped up in each other’s arms, simply looking into each other’s eyes, taking the moment in. 

“I never want to forget this moment,” You murmured, tipping your forehead against his. He leaned in and kissed you again, casual this time, like he had all the time in the world to kiss you. When he pulled away again, you glanced down, chuckling. “I wish I was wearing something nicer than my old sweats, though,” you said, half joking, half serious, smirking at him wryly. 

He chuckled softly, looking you up and down slowly, as if revering you despite your attire. “Oh, hush,” He insisted, his tone full of love, “It’s perfect,” and then, softer, “You’re perfect.” 

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. All of a sudden, your life was perfect.

Thank you sooooo much for reading!

[fictionadventurer]

Potential August Reads:

Middlemarch by George Eliot

Shane by Jack Schaefer

Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne

Then Comes a Drifter by C.M. Banschbach

Something science fiction

Something by Pope Benedict XVI

[bettyvick]

chemtrails over the country club (part 2)

Dilf!Hayden Christensen x Worker!Reader

Summary: You work in a country club where people are mean and rude, but there’s only one reason to not quitting your job. Hayden Christensen.

Warnings: female reader, age gap (reader is 20 and Hayden is 43), no use of y/n, short chapter :(.

A/N: Part 2, baby! I'm There will be a another one (the last chapter).

part 1 | part 2

Sunday was your free day, when you usually spend the day on bed scrolling on any app that gives you comfort. Then you go to the fridge, take some precooked food and go back to your comfortable kingdom.

But not today. Today you’ve decided to do something ’productive’ and meet with your friends at the mall. Undecided, you approach the closet and without much desire you choose a pretty but comfortable outfit, some leggings and a gray sweater that fits you loosely. You had been missing for a while between work, college, and visiting your mother in the hospital. So when you saw all of them after a long time there were many things to say.

—¿How's life going? We haven't heard from you since you started working double shifts— one of your friends, Karla, asked while sipping on her coffee. You were walking around the place entering and exiting stores frequently.

—Good— you replied with a shrug. —My mom is getting better.

Tom smiled kindly showing his straight teeth.

—That’s nice— he answered, then changed the topic of the conversation. While all of you were walking through the hallways of the mall, Matt stopped suddenly with big eyes and opened mouth.

—Hayden Christensen!— He spoke, elbowing the other boy in the ribs. Tom moaned with pain. A big smile appeared on your lips.

—Who’s that?— Karla asked.

—I don't know, but he's hot— Deena added with a seductive tone, you laughed softly about the comment.

—He was on Star-Wars— you replied, still looking at him. He was distracted, focused on his snack while eating.

—Shall we get closer? I wouldn't like to annoy him while he's eating— Matt said, visibly nervous.

—Oh, no, it's okay. Come on— you spoke approaching his table. All of your friends tried to stop you but you were already there. —Mr. Christensen!

His eyes found yours and that characteristic soft smile formed on his lips.He was wearing more casual clothes than you were used to seeing him wear. A navy blue sweater and black suit pants, accompanied by a long, dark coat. He also was wearing a cup, maybe to be less recognized.

—Hello Sweetheart, what a great coincidence finding you here— He spoke in that deep tone that was music to your ears and made butterflies flutter in your stomach. It sounded delicious.

—It is— you said with the biggest smile you've ever given. —I’m here with my friends.

You pointed at them and Hayden waved at them casually. They all looked anxious and, especially Matt, waved back with loads of enthusiasm.

—My friend Matt is a big Star-Wars fan— Mr. Christensen nodded already knowing the turn the conversation would take.

—Sure, tell them to come.

You made a gesture, indicating them to come closer and they did, with quick steps. Matt was the first one to talk.

—Hello, I'm sorry if we're interrupting you…— the boy started.

—No, it's fine— Hayden said calmly then stretched his hand.

—I’m a huge Star-Wars fan— Matt declared nervously.

Mr. Christensen invited all of you to sit with him and eat something with him. You said it wasn’t necessary but Matt was already sitting next to him, so you sat in the other place next to Hayden. Matt is basically doing a monologue and the rest of you are just nodding and maybe adding some comments. The oldest looked at you from time to time checking that you were comfortable. On one occasion, his hand grazed your thigh causing a knot in your stomach.

A few minutes later, you left because you didn’t want to harass him with your friend’s questions. While you were walking back home, the members of the group started to question you.

—You know him?

—Why do you know him?

—Have you slept with him?

—Is he good?

You just shrugged and gave them a short answer that made them go even crazier.

[stlllle]

Until You Break Me

Pairing: Wi Ha-joon x fem!reader

Theme: Choking kink + Post-fight sex

Genre: Angst + Smut (18+)

Day 3: choking kink

words: 2k

Kinktober

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story. The real actor is not involved in any of the events described here.

Rain pounded against the windows of his apartment, but it wasn’t loud enough to drown out the heavy footsteps of Wi Ha-joon pacing across the room.

He was restless. Jaw clenched. Hands fisting at his sides like he was trying to hold himself back from something darker.

— "Why are you doing this to me?"

His voice finally came out — low, deep, and so much more broken than you expected. You stood near the door, shoulders curled inward, heart aching.

— "I'm not doing anything, Ha-joon."

He let out a bitter laugh. Short, sharp, wounded.

— "You pull away. Disappear for days. Then you come back with that 'I'm fine' look, like I haven't been losing my mind. Like you're not the only thing that keeps me breathing right."

You closed your eyes for a second. He was right — but it wasn’t that simple.

— "I’m overwhelmed. Confused. Sometimes I just need time to think, that’s all..."

— "Then say it!" he snapped, voice rising. — "Say you need space. Say you want distance. Don’t leave me here wondering if I already lost you."

The way he looked at you made your stomach flip. He looked like he was either about to cry or explode.

— "You didn’t lose me," you whispered, taking a slow step toward him.

— "But I lost myself," he said, voice tightening. — "I lost myself trying to understand what the hell you want, where you go when you disappear, and why I feel like I’m the only one fighting for this."

It hit you like a punch to the chest. And it hurt. Because you loved him — but you didn’t always know how to love him in the way he needed.

— "Ha-joon, I just..." you began, voice shaking. — "I don’t want to hurt you."

— "Too late."

He turned his face away, eyes glinting even though he was holding it all back. For a few seconds, silence filled the space between you.

And then he took a step forward. Then another. Until he was too close.

— "You play with fire," he murmured. — "And then act like you don’t know what you're doing."

He touched your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. The anger was still there, but underneath it... desire. A deep, wild need neither of you could ignore.

— "You don’t wanna lose me?" he whispered. — "Then show me."

You barely had time to breathe before his lips crashed against yours — no gentleness, no hesitation. Just heat, fury, and desperation.

He pinned you against the wall, his hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. His lips trailed down your neck, biting and sucking, until his hand wrapped around your throat.

Not enough to hurt. Just enough to silence. To claim. To remind you who he was.

— "You like this, don’t you?" he growled into your ear. — "You like it when I lose control... when I make you pay like this."

You gasped, your eyes fluttering shut as the pressure from his palm lit something up inside you.

— "Take your clothes off," he ordered, stepping back, his voice low and rough. — "Now."

You obeyed. Stripping slowly, hands trembling, heat blooming in your chest. When you were down to your underwear, he looked at you — biting his lower lip, dark eyes full of hunger and pain.

Then he turned you around.

— "Hands on the wall. Don’t look at me yet."

You obeyed.

His hands roamed your body from behind, gripping your hips, sliding up over your ribs, until they found your breasts. He squeezed them hard, growling in approval.

Then the pressure came again — his hand around your throat, his chest pressed against your back.

— "You're mine," he whispered. — "No matter how far you try to run."

You arched into him, your body aching with need. You could feel how hard he was already — pressing into you with no patience, no filter.

— "What, you gonna make me beg?" you teased, breathless.

He laughed — low, cruel, sexy as hell.

— "I’m gonna make you come crying."

Then he dragged you to the bedroom with a hunger that bordered on animalistic. He stripped in seconds, muscles tense, eyes burning.

— "Get on top of me," he said. — "Ride me like your life depends on it."

You climbed into his lap, your thighs shaking with adrenaline and need. His hands instantly found your hips, guiding you down onto him — thick, hot, stretching you so deep you gasped.

Then one hand slid up your body... and gripped your throat again.

— "Look at me," he said. — "I wanna see your eyes when I fuck the truth out of you."

And you did.

You looked.

And you saw everything: the pain, the love, the anger, the lust.

You bounced on him, desperate and dizzy, his grip on your throat getting firmer. Not painful — just tight enough to keep you right on the edge.

— "Faster," he breathed. — "I wanna see that pretty mouth open. I wanna watch you fall apart."

And you did.

Right there, in his lap.

On his cock.

In his hands.

---

Your hips slammed down against his again, the obscene sound of skin against skin echoing through the bedroom like a drumbeat of madness. Your fingers gripped his shoulders for support, but his hand stayed locked around your throat, controlling the rhythm with low growls and gritted teeth.

— "Fuck... You feel that?" Ha-joon hissed, eyes half-lidded, teeth biting down on his bottom lip. — "You're so fucking tight like this… soaking wet and begging for it, even after all that shit between us."

Your moans were strangled — not just by the pressure around your neck, but by the overwhelming heat between your thighs, by the raw intensity in his gaze, by the way he was devouring you with his eyes like a man starving for years.

You tried to move faster, ride him harder, but his hand tightened slightly.

— "Slow the fuck down," he ordered. — "You don’t get to use me like a toy. Not tonight."

His free hand gripped your waist so hard his fingers dug into your skin. He guided you up, almost all the way off his cock, then forced you down again, making you feel every single inch of him.

You gasped, and his hand loosened just enough to let you breathe again — only so he could hear your voice better.

— "That’s it," he murmured, lips brushing your jaw. — "Let me hear how much you fucking need this. How much you need me."

— "Ha-joon—” you choked out, voice shaky and thin, “—please…”

He smirked. Not sweet. Dark. Possessive.

— "You only say my name like that when you’re close," he said, dragging his tongue up your neck. — "Wanna come all over me, don’t you?"

You nodded frantically.

And then he flipped you.

With a sudden grip on your waist, he had you on your back, legs spread open beneath him as he shoved back inside in one deep, ruthless thrust. You cried out, back arching, thighs shaking. He grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand, the other sliding right back around your throat.

— "Keep your hands right there," he growled. — "Be a good girl."

You whimpered.

His hips pounded into you with a punishing rhythm, raw and desperate. He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t soft. He was Ha-joon unfiltered — driven by the ache of almost losing you, by the anger still burning in his chest, and the hunger he never could tame.

His face hovered close to yours, lips brushing yours but never kissing — just breathing you in, controlling you.

— "You drive me fucking insane," he said, his voice cracking a little. — "But you're mine. You fucking hear me?"

You nodded, breathlessly.

— "Say it."

— "I’m yours," you moaned.

His hand squeezed around your throat — firm, but careful. The pressure made you dizzy, your body tightening as the orgasm built again.

— "Come on," he whispered. — "Come like this. With me choking the air out of your lungs. Come while I ruin you."

Your hips bucked upward and he lost his rhythm for a second — watching you unravel beneath him, your moans cut off, your body trembling as your orgasm tore through you like fire.

He didn’t stop. Not for a second.

He kept pounding into you through it, chasing his own high, thrusts getting rougher, more erratic. He let go of your throat just to pull you up by the hair and kiss you — filthy, messy, teeth dragging across your lips.

— "Get on your knees."

You dropped without hesitation. He stood in front of you, cock flushed and glistening, hand gripping the base as he looked down at you with pure lust and frustration.

— "Open your mouth."

You obeyed.

He slid into your mouth with a low, guttural moan — his hand immediately tangling in your hair to hold you in place. He thrusted slow at first, then faster, deeper, your throat stretching around him as your eyes watered.

He looked down at you like you were divine. Like he hated how much he loved you. Like he wanted to fuck the memory of the fight out of his mind — and yours.

You gagged once, and his grip in your hair softened slightly.

— "Tap me if it’s too much," he whispered. But when you didn’t tap out, his smirk returned.

— "Good girl."

He came down your throat a minute later, groaning your name, head thrown back as his hips stuttered. His body trembled with the release, the aftermath of pain turned into lust, turned into something too intense to name.

When he pulled out, he stared at you for a long second. Then he fell to his knees in front of you and pulled you into his arms — forehead against yours, breathing ragged.

— "Fuck..." he murmured. — "I hate fighting with you."

— "Then stop," you whispered, voice raw. — "Just love me.”

His lips found yours again. Softer this time. Real.

---

---

Still kneeling on the rug, your lips swollen and your throat raw with pleasure, you tried to steady your breath. Ha-joon was quiet too, his eyes fixed on you, expression... different.

It wasn’t anger.

It wasn’t frustration.

It was just... love. Pure and raw.

He reached out and gently pulled you into his lap, sitting you sideways, as if you were fragile. He hugged you close, one hand softly caressing your bare back.

“Hey…” he murmured. “Can you look at me for a second?”

You looked up, a little hesitant. He cradled your face in both hands and pressed his forehead against yours.

“I need you to believe something right now,” he said, voice low but steady. “It doesn’t matter how many people try to get close to me. It doesn’t matter who flirts, who comments, who offers.”

He paused. Then with his thumb, he wiped away a tear you didn’t even know had fallen.

“I only see you. Just you.”

Your heart nearly stopped.

“When you pull away, when you disappear… I don’t get angry because you’re difficult. I get angry because I’m scared. Scared you’ll think you’re not enough. Scared you’ll walk away thinking I could find someone else.”

He took your hand, intertwining your fingers.

“But baby… I don’t want anyone else. I never did. Only you.”

The words tore through your insecurities like sunlight through heavy clouds. Your eyes welled up again. He saw it and pulled you tighter against his chest.

“Come here… lie down with me,” he whispered, guiding you back toward the bed.

He laid you down with so much care, your body nearly melted. Like you were made of glass. Like every part of you deserved tenderness.

Ha-joon lay beside you, propping himself up on one elbow, and started kissing your belly. Then he moved up to your chest, and finally rested his head over your heart.

“I just need to hear it beating,” he murmured.

You ran your fingers through his hair. And this time, the silence felt warm. Safe. Real.

Then he crawled up again, hovering above you with that gaze that always undid you.

“Can I…?” he asked, eyes searching yours.

You smiled and nodded.

“Slow this time,” you whispered. “But I want you. Again.”

Ha-joon returned the smile. A sweet, soft curve of his lips that promised you the entire sky.

He settled between your legs and pushed inside slowly, making your entire body shiver. No rush. No roughness.

Just connection. Skin on skin. Eyes locked.

His thrusts came deep and slow, sending tremors of pleasure through you with every movement. He kissed your lips gently between each one, whispering against your mouth:

“You’re beautiful.”

“You’re everything I ever looked for.”

“No one knows me like you do.”

“I’m yours. Completely.”

“There’s no comparison.”

Your hands explored his face, his shoulders, his chest. He felt warmer now. More open.

His hand slid back up to your neck, but this time, it didn’t squeeze. It just stayed there—covering your skin, like he was claiming it. Feeling you. Protecting you.

“You don’t have to ask to stay,” he whispered. “You already are my home.”

And you came. Hard. The orgasm rolled through you like a wave of warmth and relief. You trembled beneath him, nails digging into his back, eyes wet again—not from pain, but from feeling too much.

Ha-joon came with you, moaning against your lips, still inside you, like he didn’t want to be apart even for a second.

After, he stayed. Rested on top of you. Both your hearts pounding together.

He didn’t move. Didn’t speak for a while.

Just breathed with you. Covered you up. Kissed your forehead.

And just when you thought he’d fallen asleep, he whispered once more:

“I don’t care who I am to the world.

You’re the world to me.”

[fandomfablesunleashed]

Tangled lives: Chapter Thirteen

Law x reader (she/her)

Chapter thirteen of Tangled lives

Words (for this chapter): 2.9k

Notes: Thank you all for the engagement <3 Seriously, it's awesome to know you're into this story. It definitely inspires me to keep improving it.

And now… the plot thickens

🫶 @chillerkiller @deputy-azor, @henritherogue, @theprincesss5, @hopelesslover06 @forest-haven @milktearose @moonj-fool @miruto1 @wanoisland @cruziival72🫶

You were thinking about him. Again. You hated how Shachi’s words:“I know it’s hard, but you don’t know the whole story. His life was a shitshow. I think… I think there’s more to it” kept replaying in your mind, swirling with the memories of all the things Law had said, all the things he hadn’t.

You couldn’t help but wonder if there really was more to Law’s behavior than just being a complete and utter asshole. What could possibly excuse the way he’d left, as though your feelings were disposable, as though the space you’d built together was nothing more than a fleeting moment to him? What could be a good enough reason to abandon someone, to leave them shattered in pieces, struggling to pick themselves up again?

Maybe you were grasping at straws, trying to find an excuse, a thread of understanding to justify the way he’d looked at you, the way he’d held you, the way he made love to you. It all felt so real. So full of promise, so full of care. 

A frustrated sigh slipped from your lips. You really should stop overthinking it. He left. He hurt you. And yet, despite everything, you were still giving him the benefit of the doubt that he didn’t deserve.

There was only one thing to do in this case. With trembling fingers, you reached for your phone. The familiar number was already memorized by your heart, and you tapped it without hesitation. It rang once before the line clicked, and the voice you needed most came through.

“Hi. Sorry to bother you. Again,” you said immediately.

“I told you to stop apologizing. I'm here for you. Always.”

That alone lifted your mood a bit. Just those few words, so simple yet so fierce, loosened something tight in your chest. You exhaled, letting the breath carry away some of the weight you’d been dragging around lately.

“Thanks Ikka.”

“I haven't done anything yet.” 

“You did plenty.”

And it was true. The moment you’d called her—choking on tears, the story tumbling out in broken fragments—she had dropped everything. Within minutes, she was there, standing beside you with fire in her eyes and a storm of curses aimed solely at Law. You’d barely managed to stop her from tracking him down and unleashing her wrath on him.

She was the definition of ride or die. Your safety net. Your shield. Fury when yours had burned out.

And right now, she was exactly what you needed most.

“You okay there?”

You swallowed hard, blinking away the sting behind your eyes. “Been better… been worse too, I guess. So, you know, I’ll survive.”

“Of course you will!” she said, with that fierce confidence of hers. “Remember, no jerk deserves your tears.”

“Yeah, yeah. You told me that. Like a lot.”

“And I will sing it till my dying days.”

That finally coaxed a real chuckle out of you. She always knew how to disarm your sadness. She always did. From the very beginning of your friendship to this very day, knowing exactly when to speak and when to sit in silence beside you. She was a reminder that you were never as alone as you felt.

You pulled your knees closer to your chest, the phone warm against your cheek. “What are you up to now?”

There was a pause, just long enough to be noticeable. “I was just getting ready for a date.”

You hated that it stung.  You were overjoyed that your best friend found the love of her life. And you adored her partner. She was kind, thoughtful, and patient. Everything you’d hope for Ikkaku and more.

They were great together. No, not great. Perfect. 

Still, the ache snuck. You could only dream of finding someone who would do everything for you. Someone who would choose you, every day, over and over. Who’d place your happiness above their own. Who’d fight for you, protect you with their whole heart. Their whole being even.

You forced your voice to stay light. “Ooooh, a date? Fancy. Where are you two going?”

Ikka gave a soft laugh, one that buzzed with excitement. “Nothing too over-the-top. Just this little rooftop place she found.”

“Sounds amazing,” you said. And you meant it. Even if your heart was a little sore.

“You okay there?”

“Yeah, yeah. Fine,” you replied too quickly.

“Don’t lie to me. Do you want us to ditch the date and come over? We can drink wine, eat an unhealthy amount of chocolate, curse every man who’s ever existed, and blast that playlist you made for me after my last nasty breakup.”

She really was an astounding friend. Maybe the universe had failed you in love, but at least it hadn’t left you completely empty-handed.

You laughed through the tears. “That sounds great, but no. Have your fairytale night. I’ll be okay. I promise.”

“You better call me if you’re not.”

“I will.”

“I mean it.”

“I know.”

She hesitated for a moment, her voice gentler when she finally spoke. “You’re going to get your fairytale too. And if not exactly fairytale then at least some epic love story. Someone who would risk it all for you. I’m sure of it.”

You let out a quiet scoff. That sounded so far away, so out of reach, and you were about to say as much. To say that those stories weren’t written for people like you. That perhaps some people were just meant to watch them from the sidelines, never truly belonging to the happy endings.

But before the words could leave your mouth, a sharp knock echoed through the room.

You weren’t expecting anyone. 

For a brief, irrational moment, your heart whispered that it might be Law—coming to collect his comics, or maybe, to apologize and beg for your forgiveness. That maybe he’d come not just to grab his precious issues, but to say the words you wished to hear: I’m sorry. I was wrong. Please, give me another chance. I love you.

You hated that your mind even went there. But it did. But deep down, you knew better. If he was here, it was for the comics. Not for you.

He really did care about Sora, more than he ever seemed to care about you. You used to think it was cute, the way he lit up talking about them, hands animated, eyes sparkling. But now? The thought only twisted your stomach painfully.

Another knock came, a little louder this time. You exhaled, rubbing your eyes. You weren’t ready for this. Not ready to face your former roommate, the guy who had once meant everything to you, and the man you still had far too many feelings for. Feelings he had never bothered to embrace.

“Someone at the door. I need to go,” you told Ikka, distracted by the sudden weight of anticipation pressing against your ribs. “Have fun tonight, okay? Love you.”

“Love you more,” she said, the smile in her voice a warm contrast to the knot tightening in your stomach.

You ended the call and rose swiftly from the couch, brushing invisible wrinkles from your clothes as if they mattered. As if he would notice.

But it wasn’t him.

A tall, blonde man stood in the doorway, his presence commanding the space with a striking confidence. There was something special about him beyond his height or the sharp, sculpted lines of his face. But what truly caught your eye was the coat. Long, tailored, and unabashedly pink. Definitely not a typical look. And you weren’t sure if you should be curious, impressed… or afraid.

You hesitated, uncertain if this was just another one of Law’s attempts to avoid confrontation. Maybe he’d sent someone else for his comics. Maybe Law was too much of a coward to face you himself.

“Umm, can I help you?” you asked cautiously, your tone guarded.

Did Law really send someone else to pick up his comic books? He seemed to go out of his way to avoid you. Sending a stranger to your apartment without even a heads-up, as though he couldn’t bear to confront you himself. Maybe he had asked Shachi, Penguin, or even Bepo to do it for him first, but you couldn’t help wondering if they were mad at him too. After all, they knew now how he’d treated you. What he did.

The thought of that… the idea that they might be upset with him, even a little, made you feel a little better. You didn’t know them that well—hell, you hadn’t spent nearly enough time with them to be close—but you could tell from their reactions that they were disturbed by Law’s behavior. 

They cared about you, or at least, they cared enough to be bothered by what he had done to you. And damn it, you had started to like them. And that just made you angrier at Law all over again. Because if they could see it, if they could understand the mess he had made, then why couldn’t he?

The man smiled politely, but there was something unnerving about the way he looked you up and down, as though trying to measure you before speaking. 

“Donquixote Doflamingo,” he introduced himself, his voice smooth. Too smooth. “Pleasure to meet you.”

You didn’t respond right away, just standing there, arms crossed. He was waiting for you to introduce yourself, but you weren’t going to offer up any information to a stranger.

“Is Law here?” Doflamingo asked, his tone casual, but there was an edge to it that made you pause. Now you didn’t like the situation even more. If he was asking that, it meant that Law didn’t send him here.

“No.” You didn’t owe him an explanation, not when the question seemed to cut through the fragile thread of your patience. You were even more furious at Law now, and he wasn’t even nearby.

He didn’t seem fazed. “Do you know when he’ll be back?”

You narrowed your eyes, the anger welling up inside you once more. “He doesn’t live here anymore,” you replied, each word a sharp reminder of what had been taken from you.

Doflamingo didn't flinch at your words. Instead, he simply raised an eyebrow, as if your response was exactly what he expected. “I see,” he said slowly, almost amused. “And I take it you’re not expecting him anytime soon?”

You clenched your jaw, fighting the urge to slam the door in his face. The nerve of this man, standing there as though he wasn’t asking about someone who had hurt you, someone who had shattered your very own being. 

“I’m not expecting him at all.”

Doflamingo stepped forward, his posture casual but still imposing. “Such a shame,” he mused, glancing at you, almost as if he were studying you. “I was hoping to speak with him.” He paused for a beat, looking over his shoulder, as if considering his next words carefully. “But it seems I’ll have to deal with you instead.”

You frowned. “What do you want with him?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes flicking back to you with a sharper focus now. “Let’s just say I’m dealing with a few… loose ends.”

You didn’t believe that for a second. You had no idea who this man was, but something about him—the way he carried himself, the way he spoke—set your nerves on edge. You didn’t know whether he was on Law’s side or against him, but either way, you didn’t trust him. Not one bit.

“I’m not your go-between,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him. “If you’re looking for Law, you’ll have to find him yourself.”

Doflamingo gave a small, mocking chuckle, unfazed by your defiance. “Oh, I’m sure I will. It was truly a pleasure meeting you.” He gave a small bow, his eyes gleaming with something that made you feel uncomfortable, as though he knew more than he let on.

“Goodbye,” you stated firmly, pushing back against the feeling of unease that threatened to rise in your throat.

He gave you a final, inscrutable look, then turned away, walking down the hallway with the same casual grace he had entered with.

What the hell was that all about? Doflamingo’s words, his demeanor, everything about him left a bitter taste in your mouth, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on why. There was something far too deliberate in his actions.

Your thoughts circled back to Law, as they always seemed to. His absence in your life was an ache that refused to heal. And now, it felt like everything was spiraling further out of control.

You couldn’t shake the unease that prevailed. Doflamingo might have been all politeness and smooth talk, but something about him didn’t sit right with you. There was a cold edge beneath his words, and the way he had scrutinized you, made your skin crawl.

You let out a frustrated sigh, trying to shake the chill that had settled over you. Reaching for your phone, you felt a small flicker of hope that maybe Law would answer. You tapped his name in your contacts, but as soon as you pressed the call button, you knew. He didn’t answer. Of course, he didn’t.

But you couldn’t just let this go. Not when there were people like Doflamingo popping up at your door. You needed answers. You needed someone who could explain what the hell was going on.

So, with a huff of annoyance, you dialed Penguin’s number. The one he drunkenly punched in when you had come home that night, only to find Law and his friends inebriated. It seemed like ages ago now. Back when you weren't expecting the tension, the longing, and certainly not the emotional wreckage that would follow. It was that night that started the whole mess between you and your unattainable roommate.

As the call connected, you tried to steel yourself, not sure what you were hoping for, but desperate for something.

The phone rang. And rang.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, it picked up.

“Hello?” Penguin’s voice sounded muffled at first, like he was busy with something else, but there was a bit of panic when he recognized who was calling.

You didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “I need to ask you something. There was some creepy guy at my door. He just left. He was asking about Law, and I don’t know, I’ve got a really bad feeling about him.”

“What was his name?” Penguin asked, his tone shifting immediately. You could hear the concern creeping into his voice.

“Doflamingo something,” you answered.

“What’s going on?” You heard a distant voice in the background—Shachi’s, unmistakable.

“Doflamingo was at her place,” Penguin said sharply.

“Fuck, that’s not good,” Shachi mumbled, but you still caught it.

“I know that.” Penguin again.

Then you heard more distorted voices as they engaged in conversation, completely forgetting that you were still on the line. Their conversation was rushed and chaotic. You could make out the occasional curses, and there was a definite panic in their voices.

“Shit, guys, hellooo? Talk to me!” You screamed into your phone.

Penguin’s voice grew more cautious now, as if weighing his words. “Look, I can’t say much, but Doflamingo’s… complicated. He’s connected to Law’s past, to some things I’m not sure you’d want to know about.”

Your chest tightened at his words, and the sense of distress only grew. “What does that mean?!”

There was a sigh on the other end of the line. “Doflamingo’s involved in some shady shit, and if he’s poking around… well, it’s not good. That’s for sure. I’m sorry you got dragged into this.”

You felt the blood drain from your face as his words sank in. This wasn’t just some random visit—it was part of something far messier than you’d anticipated. The knot of dread in your stomach tightened even more. Instinctively, you clenched your phone tighter, the smooth plastic biting into your palm, your knuckles whitening.

You swallowed hard, forcing down the lump in your throat, telling yourself to stay calm, to think with clarity. But the truth was, you were anything but composed.

“So, what am I supposed to do?”

“Nothing!” Shachi’s voice rang out sharply, now crystal clear through the line. The sudden clarity jolted you. He must have taken the phone. “You told him Law is not living there anymore, right?”

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice quieter now, still shaky, but you managed to keep it together long enough to answer.

“Okay, good. We’ll talk to Law,” Shachi said, calmer, as to ease your nerves. “Don’t worry too much, but if you get any other weird visits… anything at all. Call us immediately, alright?”

You wanted to protest, wanted to demand more answers, but you didn’t get the chance. With a final, reassuring, “Take care,” the call abruptly ended.

You stood rooted to the spot, every muscle locked in place, your breath caught somewhere between panic and disbelief. Your mind spun in a chaotic whirl, thoughts tumbling over each other like a storm unleashed. Law’s world—the one you had so desperately tried to leave behind, the one you had painstakingly tried to cut out of your life—was pulling you back in, as though the invisible strings, long thought severed, were tightening around you, drawing you toward a man you’d been desperate to untangle from.

[who-said-im-real]

The brain eating amoebas are eating my brain about Superman and Fantastic 4 so here’s my thoughts on them. Mostly Superman

Note: There was so much more to this, and it is literally just the transcript of multiple voice notes between me and my friends that I altered to hopefully make sense, but it’s still kinda long. good luck

I LOVED Superman and Fantastic 4. I think other than it being wonderful movies and a wonderful, subtle social commentary, it really brings the energy of superheroes back. Like especially with marvel and man of steel, they stopped making movies with meaning (until recently obvi) and they were just making action movies that would continue the saga. And now these movies are actual comic movies with real messages behind them that feel hopeful with characters to look up to. Plus you can just jump into the story and pick up what’s going on, unlike with marvel and having to watch the entire franchise to know why everything is the way it is. These movies aren’t just trying to go for a general audience with action and no meaning. They are bringing back the nuances of the real world that comics include to make an audience feel connected to the story.

For the Superman movie, I’ve watched as many interviews as I could find. Literally no stone left unturned. And one of the things they obviously talk about a lot is the Christopher Reeve Superman movies and how most other adaptations take inspo from that and the comics.

So, of course I watched the first movie and about 3/4 of the second one before life got ahead of me again.

In the interviews, the characters are obviously referenced plenty of times when it comes to inspiration for the current takes on them, including Lois. It’s commonly brought up how she’s this steadfast, thoughtful, amazing reporter and I was kinda confused about that after watching the movie.

Of course, it's because it's written by men in the 70’s.

And I'm not saying she's stupid or anything, but in the first movie, first off, she's not good at spelling. Like there are multiple instances where she's like how do you spell this? How do you spell that? Or someone's reading her paper and they tell her she spelled something wrong.

Which, after reading some fanfics and diving a bit deeper into the fandom, I found out it’s mostly just a character quirk so I’m choosing to move past it.

But then!! She's acts completely unprofessional which l'm like, yeah, okay. She's trying to get into the nitty gritty. Sometimes you're not going to be professional about that.

But specifically comparing it to the current Lois Lane, Rachel Brosnahan. I think she was professional and she was able to dig deep versus the old one (I forgot her name sorry) where she's interviewing Superman in the first movie and she's making goo goo eyes at him while she's interviewing him.

She literally asks him if he can see what color her underwear are, which is so real, but girl you're literally professionally interviewing him on the record??

Like can we please have some decorum?

Then there’s the part where she’s sitting across from him and just making goo goo eyes at him when she asks if he functions normally as a person.

Like, you are trying to be a professional Pulitzer Prize winning journalist. I get it, he’s hot and you’re so real for that but PLEASE get it together.

I know that there’s four of those movies so I assume she gets more development but stilllll.

Also, spoilers for the old Superman if you haven't seen it and if you care.

She dies!!

She dies because Lex Luther sends missiles to the San Andreas fault and it like destroys the fault line because of tectonic plates and all that.

And obviously Superman goes and stops it so that millions of people don’t die.

And of course Lois is there because she’s Lois Lane, the damsel in distress™️

And her car breaks down and she gets caught in the crack and buried alive until she dies because Superman couldn’t make it in time.

But I think, and this might be a controversial opinion, if she had CLOSED HER MOUTH while her car was being buried, she would have survived. Because I swear I saw so much dirt fly in her mouth and it was so unnecessary. But anyway…

Then there’s the whole, Superman spinning the earth the other way to turn back time thing, which was wild but it’s a superhero movie so idc. Suspension of disbelief and all that.

But what gets me about that part is that it’s stated no less than THREE TIMES that he shouldn’t alter human history and then he goes and turns back time.

And there are literally no consequences for him doing that. It was specifically mentioned three times within the plot, only for him to not follow that rule and have absolutely nothing happen.

And I know it was like his earth dad saying he was there for a reason and stuff but I just feel like it shouldn’t have been such a big plot point if they weren’t going to do anything with it.

Then, after he turned back time to save her (not that she knows that), she is so ungrateful. He pulls her out and she literally immediately complains about it to him.

Maybe I’m just being pretentious but I was just confused about how everyone was talking up this version of Lois (not that I don’t love her) but it was just so aggravating to see this independent and steadfast character be so not independent or steadfast…

Now, onto my love for David Corneswet. I love when theater kids get to do roles with deep characters like this. I feel the same about Andrew Garfield’s Spider-Man. I saw a video a few years ago describing how you can tell what emotions Spider-Man is feeling, especially under the mask, because of the way Andrew uses body language, and how it’s a theater technique because it’s very exaggerated. And I think this applies to Superman too. Everyone talks about the switch between Superman and Clark Kent and how Christopher Reeve was able to do that flawlessly, and now David Corenswet is doing it too. But specifically what I love about David Corenswet’s version is the space between Clark Kent and Superman, where he can be just Clark. I think he NAILED bringing both sides of the character together. He’s not a bumbling guy who’s just super nerdy and wears glasses, and he’s not the tough professional man of steel that the world sees, he’s both. I think that both Clark Kent and Superman are his masks to cover his real identity which is a combination of the two. So essentially David Corenswet is playing three characters and he was able to differentiate but keep them the same so well that it doesn’t feel like they’re different people but none feel the same either.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Angst and more angst. Eddie has a girlfriend who tries to change him, you have a revelation (helped on by Max who's so done with this shit)

❤️

When Eddie had gotten a girlfriend it was like someone had torn your heart out of your chest and stomped on it.

Dramatic, but whatever, you were only nineteen and had just helped defeat a world-ending Grinchy-looking douchebag, so being a little dramatic over something so normal was a breath of fresh air.

Anyway, as crushing as that was, it wasn't like you'd never get over them. You were just sad that Eddie wasn't around so much anymore, or that he seemed to be changing bit by bit to fit in with what Dee liked.

It was almost to the point that you didn't recognise Eddie and asked yourself why he would want to be with someone like that. And why did it hurt so effing much?

"Because you're in love with Munson, you idiot", Max had screeched at you after growing bored of you and, on some occasions, Steve (who was still pining over Nancy) being so angst ridden and irritatingly dense to your own feelings.

"Go and do something about it because you are driving me insane with this bullshit", Max had ranted, and you high-tailed it out of her way to avoid more of her ire.

Being in love with Eddie made sense, it explained the crushing ache in your heart and why you were so angry that Dee didn't love Eddie for just being him. Why did she want to change him so badly?

So with a boatload of courage, and one of those god awful whiskies that Steve liked to drink occasionally, you headed to Eddie's, nervous about what to say.

Telling him was huge and possibly stupid but you needed to get this off your chest. He needed to know someone loved him and didn't want to change every single thing about him.

❤️

Nervously you knock on the door of the Munson's new trailer and Eddie answers, he gives you a small smile and invites you inside.

"Haven't seen you for a while princess" he murmurs and so you point out that he's the one who's never around anymore.

"I'm here Eddie. It's you who seems to be drifting further away from me, from everyone" his eyes flash with pain and he's quiet for a second.

"I'm sorry, I know I've been distant. Dee isn't keen on D&D or metal music or..."

"Or anything that you love", you scoff annoyed more than you ever thought possible at this girl who openly criticised anything that Eddie found cool or liked doing.

"Ed's, why are you changing for some she devil who wants to change everything about you? I get not having things in common but trying to stop you from doing anything you love? That's bullshit" you fume and Eddie scowls.

"In case you haven't noticed there aren't a whole lot of people lining up to date the asshole who escaped murder charges" he snaps and you soften.

"Eddie everyone in Hawkins knows what happened to Chrissy and the others, we survived a second big battle with Vecna so I would hope people have woken up and taken notice that you're innocent, you're a fighter and you helped save everyone from a freaking apocalypse" his cheeks turn pink and that familiar cheeky smile of his returns after so long of fake smiles and forced happiness.

"I don't know why I'm changing myself, I don't know why I'm with someone who wants to change me so fucking much, she says she loves me but...

Okay, now that was straight up bullshit, and you shake your head. "Eddie, what she's doing isn't love, she's trying to mould you into being her version of perfect... It's stupid because... well to some people you are already perfect"

Now it's Eddie's turn to roll his eyes and smile all dimples, "Oh yeah like who sweetheart?" he asks mocking but not in a hurtful way, more like he can't believe anyone thinks of him.

"Well all the little rugrats in Hellfire for one, can you believe that Dustin is taller than me now? When the hell did that little shrimp grow up so fast... and well there's also me...I think you're perfect" you look down and avoid his stunned look.

"What?" he replies, dazed, and you look up, walk over to him and tell him the truth.

"Seeing you with Dee broke my heart and it's because I love you, I'm in love with you and I get that you don't feel the same way but I just want you to know that there are people who love you exactly as you are and don't want you to change"

He's still shocked and barely says a word as you blurt out all of this. "Like I said, I know you don't feel the same, so I'll just shut up and get out of here because this is terrifying to say, but I had to say it." you're babbling now but it feels good to get the words out.

"Also, Max is scary when she's mad and if she finds out I haven't told you then she'd just drag me here herself so I would do it" you tack on at the end of your long speech.

Eddie is still so quiet that you're worried he's glitched or something and might stay like that forever.

Finally, he clears his throat and says, "I don't know what to say to that, you kinda just threw like a gigantic anvil-sized confession at me" he looks so shocked and you want to give him some time to think about everything you told him so you assure him to take the time he needs to come to terms with it all.

Just as you're about to leave he stops you with a question that makes your heart race anxiously. "Why tell me now? Why not earlier or before I even got together with Dee?" he sounds frustrated and you can't blame him.

"I'm sorry, I'm an idiot and it took me so long to realise when in all honesty I should have known sooner because the signs were always there and if there's even a small chance you feel the same way..."

A horn sounds obnoxiously from outside and the door flies open as Dee stomps inside, glares at you and looks to Eddie impatiently. "Aren't you ready yet? The movie starts in twenty minutes for fuck sake Eddie" you stiffen and glare murderously at Dee.

"What the fuck. Don't talk to him like that" you have to count to ten to calm down because this lady is driving you up the wall with the way she's treating Eddie. She stares at you like you're some sort of bug she wants to squish.

"Oh please. He's my boyfriend and I'll talk to him anyway I please. I heard your little speech and if you think Eddie is in love with you then you're seriously stupid" The words sting more than you expected and you look to Eddie whose face is stony and grim.

"And you're a complete bitch who's trying to change an amazingly sweet guy for your own entertainment" you snipe back at her and decide to leave.

Dee laughs with malicious glee, "Oh and when Eddie inevitably turns you down then what?" she mocks and you glance at Eddie and hold his gaze.

"Then we'll still be best friends, but I hope he wises up and dumps your bitchy ass" You ignore her affronted gaze and walk out of the trailer.

Well the cat was well and truly out of the bag now.

[factual-fantasy]

29 Asks! Thank you! :}} ☃️

No thoughts on it yet, I still cant afford it <:/

My idea was after the trio left Angel Island to go on their whimsical adventures, they came across a giftshop somewhere in the mountains.

I'm thinking Sonic and Miles found that hat and goofed around with it before putting it on Knuckles' head. The hats design actually reminded him of the 3 of them. So he went to go purchase the hat.

It was expensive, 50 bucks. Knuckles didn't have that but he did have like 15 authentic gold coins from his tribe. Which turned out to be extremely valuable. Safe to say he got the hat and has worn it ever since 👒

@peikonlainen (Referencing this post)

I get spikey when I'm stressed XD

Thank you, and I hope to someday return to that AU and answer those questions. <:) But for now my brain is totally fried 💔

Canonically? I'd say Miles. As for my AU? Knuckles :}

Uhhh... I'm not sure.. maybe it has to do with canvas size? My canvases recently have been 1500x900-ish.

@candyglumboy

Well, usually my vacations are to the beach. Where I spend my time goofing in the sand and what not. :0 That's pretty much it <XD

I've only really been watching Caseoh lately <XD But I'm still subscribed! So far the videos seem to be pretty good! :}

Thank you for the advice! :D

@mimioctoandfriends

(❁´◡`❁)--🌼 Thank you! :}}

I've heard of those 3 shows, but never got into them really..

I really didn't like the character models for Murder Drones and so I never felt like watching it. I still have Gaslight District saved to watch later but haven't gotten around to it...

I've heard of Meta Runner but never really felt interested enough to jump into it <:/

@crowo08

oooo I'll take note of that :0 Thank you!

@chillisreal

Thanks for the advice! :D

@traumatizedartist

XDDD I could always use more cross eyed Megatron

@jbjessie13

When it comes to the canon versions of the characters? Proooobably Tails..?

But when it comes to my AU? I've kind'a molded Knuckles to be my favorite XD

I have not, but I would love to try! It seems like such a vibe honestly. I'm sure my fam would feel the same way! 😎

@virtualworldfp5

Thank you <:) I hope you're having a good day too! :D

@florafandoms @minnesotamedic186

THAT'S blue whale cookie..?? I honestly couldn't tell. She looks incredibly grey..😬

@jayden-for-now

Yoooo that looks so tasty right about now 😭😭😭

@caronaro-flipaclip

I'm not judging myself tho- and accurate things are fun for me. I also just wanna be proud of what I make. If whatever I'm tackling cant be bent into the shape I want then I just dip and draw something else. No biggie👍

@beryl-shade (Link in ask)

My first thought is "Why does that guy have a panther...??" I'm assuming it cant live in the wild for one reason or another- I think Bibi and Cici would think the same <XD

@starry-eye-dreamer

I haven't watched any other Transformers shows, nor do I really plan to- <:/

@rainbowwatermelon7

hahaha.. haha... please do not bite me- <:D

@alexoreality

XDD I sure do! :DD

I am terrified 😅💔

@cattherandom

This idea has been suggested with the phantom ruby, but idk I don't think I want anything to match the power of the Master Emerald. I like it being #1 <:)

I can barely remember her as a character, but I remember liking her design :0

I've heard of it, but I really didn't like the characters models and so I never got into the show. 💔

[m0ldybreadd]

What pets would the characters in your dcst Hogwarts AU have? What about their wands or broomsticks? How about houses? What subjects do they like?!

I'm obsessed with this AU haha

Hogwarts au pets:

Senku - rat, I think it would be pretty funny to give the scientist a lab rat. But of course, Senku isn’t actually doing any malicious experiments on his rat, just some minor(non-chemical) and silly things he wanted to try out. His rat is very explorative and often isn’t found in his dormitory, kind of like scabbers in Harry Potter(minus being a fully grown pettigrew). But at the end of the day, Senku and his rat share a great bond, and he deeply cares for it and vice versa. The rats' name is Medusa. This rat has white skin and red eyes, just like senku. which, as a kid, made senku feel even closer to medusa because he felt seen, considering his own looks that differ from most people(I headcannon him as albino).

Gen - snake, he would have a snake. Gen choosing this pet would be seen as kind of a slytherin stereotype, and it adds to his fake persona he built, but just like him, if you look past what you see on the outside, his snake is actually very silly and cute, and while it doesn’t like everybody, the snake loves to hang around Senku and get all up in his personal space, as well as most of the science team(prefering senku of course❤️). Senku's rat and Gen's snake are also rivals. Because snakes like to eat rats, of course, it goes around chasing the poor medusa. Meanwhile, Senku is trying to save his rat from Gen's “evil” snake. I haven't figured out the Snakes name yet💔

Tsukasa - he would 100% have a cat, his cat would be a species more similar to a lion, and this cat would be a real pissy, sassy and hateful being, the only exception being tsukasa himself and his sister, and i think it would be pretty funny if the cat also liked Senku, but Senku, seeing its violent tendencies, is scared to get close it. I lowkey haven't figures out any if the pets name yet other than senkus💔(sadly)

Chrome - owl, chrome would of course have the stereotypical pet, a pet that Senku often steals when he needs to send messages via owl.

Kohaku - cat, Kohaku's cat would be energetic, extremely touchy and loves people, but just like her owner, a beast in her own ways, and has respect from the other pets.

Kinro - the standard owl as well

Ginro - he would have a toad, no doubt about it, and then be made fun of by the others for choosing a toad instead of a “cooler” pet, but he loves his toad to death.

Ryusui - he would bring some weird exotic animal because, why not? And François would have an owl for communication back to Ryusui’s family.

Honestly I’d say pretty much everybody else would have an owl? Minus a few exceptions.

For example, suika would have a tiny little cat, same with yuzuriha and honestly it would be really funny if hyoga had a really sweet and cuddly cat as well.

What are their houses?

So I think I’ve cracked down on most of their houses

Gryffindor:

Chrome

Kohaku

Ginro

Matsukaze

Ryusui

Suika

Taiju

Ravenclaw:

Senku

Kinro

Slytherin:

Hyoga

Gen

Hufflepuff:

Ukyo

François

Yuzuriha

Homura

Tsukasa(yes ik I keep changing him)

Mirai

Most of these are pretty self-explanatory, but again, if you think somebody should belong in another house, I would love to see your reasoning or if you want to know why I put them there in the first place!

As for the wand question, I unfortunately know next to NOTHING about the different wand types and their individual meanings, so I'll jist leave that to future me to deal with, and same goes with broomsticks😞

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Also I'm so incredibly sorry for not responding for like 2 weeks I don't know why either, I had 99% of this written the day after you sent it, but I was so stuck on the wand and broom question I just forgot to respond entirely

I hope you still find this at least mildly interesting even though it's been a while😭

I'm just now realizing you also asked about their favorite subjects, omg how did I not see that. I will definitely answer that, but in a bit so don't worry you'll know eventually!

[vii0so]

[ BSD 124 Spoilers ]

Thoughts, Theories and Analysis

This was typed and meant to be posted the same week the update came out but instead it's been collecting dust in my drafts because I've been busy and haven't had time to continue it. I remember wanting to go more in depth on topics.

Anyway, since the update will be out tomorrow, I'm posting it. Be aware, I haven't checked what I wrote, so if it looks like a point was abruptly stopped or something doesn't make sense it's because of that.

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Firstly and most importantly, it's not over, nothing ever is with this story. The only thing over is Ueda's suffering and guilt.

This part, Ame-no-Gozen, may be over (or maybe not) but just because a pawn has been captured doesn't mean it's checkmate. Fyodor is still out there, the battle isn't over.

Secondly, Akutagawa did die...I'll explain.

Akutagawa's head was crushed and so he died. In the last chapter I assumed he wouldn't stay dead, just like all the others killed by Ame-No-Gozen who turned into bubbles. Surprisingly, this wasn't exactly the case. Akutagawa never even got to become bubbles.

In one part, Atsushi says the following:

Basically, once the space breaks, all the people trapped inside (the people killed by ame-no-gozen who turned into bubbles, as well as Atsushi and Ueda) will be free and therefore alive.

This is great and I expected it...but something I didn't expect was that on top of breaking the space itself, he also travels back in time to before Akutagawa's death to save him.

The time travel wasn't the unexpected part, the director literally explained that Atsushi could move between past and present in that space, so it was bound to happen.

But if Akutagawa was going to bubble anyway, then once the space was broken he'd be fine again...so why travel to before his "death"?

Also, side note, this may just be me, but I find it interesting that the time travel was shown to us in the form of a static screen...actually, the more I stare at it, the more it looks like scribbling out a scene in pen, which makes more sense too:

Anyway, before I try to answer the "why travel to before his "death"?" let's think about the "what does this mean?".

Time travel is finicky and all authors, stories, and plot conditions make time travel have different outcomes and effects.

There are many ways time travel may work, here are a few:

Creates an alternate timeline, erasing the previous one. -1 +1

Creates an alternate timeline and the time traveler ceases to exist in the previous one but the timeline continues to exist. -0 +1

Rare case that only works under specific narrative conditions: The time traveler was always meant to go back in time and change stuff, therefore the timeline remains the same. -0

The amount of time traveled also makes a difference to the timeline; luckily, in Atsushi's case, it was only minutes.

One common factor about time travel (except in a few rare cases) is the fact that:

Time travel creates alternate / branching timelines.

Let's backtrack a bit:

In an old post of mine, back when we found out Atsushi was the "bookmark" and I tried explaining what that meant, I said this:

Well let's start simple: "What's a bookmark?" It's an indication of where you left off in a story. In a game, you could think of it as a [save] point.

The bookmark would be the only way to progress in a story. The only thing telling you where the 'present' is. Time is divided in three: Past -> Present -> Future Q. Where is Atsushi? A. The present No matter wether he could time travel, or we read chapter 1 again, he will always be experiencing it 'currently'/in 'present time'.

At the time, I myself wasn't sure how to explain it properly and tried to explain my thoughts as best as possible. Surprisingly, I was technically right!

To paraphrase and add a bit:

Atsushi, as the bookmark, represents the present. Time travel is possible because no matter where in time Atsushi is it'll count as present time, just like a bookmark in a book, he marks what page we're on.

Now...I don't know how many of you reading this have ever read any Gamebooks like 'choose your own adventure' or played any Visual Novels with choices and different routes and endings, but I'll be using them as a way to further explain, so I'll try to explain a bit about them.

In a Gamebook, while reading, you are given choices, for example:

In an attempt to find out where the sound came from, you run towards the hall. Just as you enter, you see a lady running down the left corridor, screaming about a ghost. As you're about to follow her, you see a ghost floating down the corridor on your right, towards the garden. Who do you want to follow?

If you want to follow the ghost, flip to page 56

If you want to follow the screaming lady, flip to page 82

You then go to the page, read until another choice appears and eventually reach one of the endings of the book.

A Visual Novel (VN) has the same concept as a Gamebook but is a video game with pictures and music, along with words. Some are more like plays (more dialogue and inner thoughts) while others are more like novels (more descriptions, paragraphs and only necessary dialogue).

One thing in common with both VNs and Gamebooks is the way the reader/player always has to make choices that lead to different situations and/or endings. They're interactive, with branching routes, bad and good endings.

Another thing they have in common is a bookmark.

A Gamebook is an actual book and therefore a bookmark can work with it easily; just put it between the pages to save your place. You choose to follow the ghost and flip to page 56? Ok, the bookmark is now on page 56. You want to go back and follow the screaming lady instead? Sure, the bookmark is now on page 82 as if you never followed the ghost. We control the bookmark to mark where we're up to, what the 'present time' in the story is to us.

In VNs it's slightly different. A choice appears that may branch the timeline? You have to save that instance to a save slot. A few dialogue boxes later you realise you should have picked the other option? You load your save from its save slot and travel back to the option again, like nothing in the other timeline happened, erased.

Both of these examples are great. Visual Novels loading and overwriting save files, therefore erasing that timeline (even if the possibility of it still existed in the branches) and Gamebooks that use a bookmark to mark the present timeline, choice after choice, and jump between them.

Now, when it comes to Atsushi as the bookmark, the similarities can help us understand how time travel was used in this context, and so, we can figure out what happened to the previous timeline.

Placing the bookmark back (loading a save) makes it so anything that happened after that, never happened. Therefore the new timeline becomes the only timeline and the old timeline is erased, overwritten, and ceases to exist.

Even without the bookmark deep dive, just considering the scribbled out effect to show the time travel, it lets us imagine the previous timeline being scribbled out, erased and rewritten.

So yes, in the old (now erased) timeline, Akutagawa died. But that him has now ceased to exist and this him is the only existence.

Also, while the previous timeline was erased, it doesn't change the fact that this is now a different timeline, where Akutagawa never saw the Dazai hallucination as he was never in a near death state by Ame-no-Gozen before being killed. I'm actually a little upset by this...like, don't get me wrong, I'm glad he's alive, but his near death hallucination experience felt like a needed moment of weakness (in a positive he-finally-shed-a-tear way) and weird form of acceptance, and now, the current him never got that.

I guess it makes sense though...if you're only reason to live is to seek acknowledgement by proving yourself through fighting and basically wanting to be told you've fought enough, that your effort wasn't for nothing, that your life had meaning, then why live past it and not accept your death when it's right there? If he lived past that, do you think he'd have the same resolve to live and fight? The reset meant never getting what he wanted, and that was the only way to keep him going.

Also, I think I saw someone mention how Atsushi saw Akutagawa's Dazai hallucination and that's why he Thanos-snapped the timeline. I get that it was probably just a headcanon, but I'm just going to mention it here in case anyone was genuinely confused: Atsushi did not see anything.

Even if Atsushi could magically see other people's hallucinations, there just wasn't enough time. Atsushi looked out onto reality, saw Akutagawa for a second, witnessed his death, and then shouted his name, no indication or enough time for him to see anything.

Anyway, let's quickly talk about where the new timeline starts:

On the left we have the erased timeline (Chapter 123.5) and on the right we have the new timeline (Chapter 124). Both panels are of the same moment.

Akutagawa's left arm still bubbled, it's just that at that moment in the new timeline, Atsushi suddenly appeared from the dead and took Akutagawa's full attention instead.

That's the first difference in the timeline.

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So why travel to before his "death"? idk (maybe I knew while writing this all in the start but I didn't write any note for myself)

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I was initially briefly confused by this. Was the Ame-no-Gozen we knew actually Tsuki-no-Gozen or was the sword used to remove Ame-no-Gozen's life force Tsuki-no-Gozen?

The answer: The sword used to remove Ame-no-Gozen's life fore: Tsuki-no-Gozen.

It pulled out Fukuchi, who was Ame-no-Gozen's life force, essentially killing it. We can even see Ueda holding the sword and the difference being clearly shown.

[sesshy380]

nice to see you using your fic rec tag again 🥹 was wondering if you had any specific authors you could rec cause iiii am in the mood to binge some fics (already been through all of yours by now hehe)

I am both excited and embarrassed that you've been through all of my fics lol (there are a few that while I own up to the cringe of writing them, I am still very much hiding my face lol)

As far as author recs, sadly I don't really have anything new since I haven't been reading as much as I'd like to. This past year has been chaotic and left me very little time to sit down and read the backlog of fic updates, not to mention even touch my TBR's.

BUUUUUT....

I know how authors love getting notifs and potential new readers, so I'll throw out my usual's plus a few (I'm gonna dig deep through my bookmarked list lol)

Obligatory disclaimer: READ THE TAGS, I like stuff that pushes the boundaries.

crushedmary - Gotta throw Sair's stuff here ofc (@crush3dmary).

Resuri - I can't make a list without reccing @resuri-art lol

QueenBastet - Sadly, we lost this amazing author. She will always be on my rec list. She really had a way with writing the Puzzle boys that I absolutely loved.

BladeofM - Also known as @micheladee, is the author of one of my faves, Eldritch Encounter. Not only did this fic introduce me to the indescribable awesomeness that is @andr0nap's art, but I fell in love with BladeofM's writing style.

atlas_x - Also known as @x-atlas-x, If you like smut, look no further than Atlas.

YadonushiRyou - Also known as @millenniumringg, and author to The Cornered Collection.

MMMOTH - Also known as @apathetic-theme-song, is author to Kill Shot, as well as several other good fics.

Ninjam117 - @ninjam117 is another of my must rec authors based on their Role Play AU.

SaijSpellheart - @saijspellhart is author of Chained to You.

Sitabethel - @sitabethel has a loooong list of fics to look through lol

LadyHenbane - @ladyhenbane is a new addition to my subscription list.

daisytealeaves - Looking through my list of bookmarked fics and I see a lot of @daisytealeaves. Why I haven't subbed already is beyond me.

Yusariis - @yuusaris is another that I for some reason I have a lot of bookmarked fics, but for some reason I haven't subbed lol.

IAmAllYetNotAtAll - @iamallyetnotatall (I am really going to have to look into all of these authors I have bookmarked a bunch of fics but not subbed lol)

Melodic - Another author that I think I found via someone elses rec, so unfortunately don't have the tumblr username right offhand.

lossen - @sowideasea loves doing to Atem what I do to TKB, and that is snapping that bitch like a glowstick and shaking him until he's crying and begging for it all to stop lol.

puzzle_d - sadly their blog appears to be deactivated, but this is another author who's smut I enjoy reading lol.

kitsuneFaux - @kitsunefaux writes my favorite flavor of Ryou

justapal - @justapalspal writes some amusing stuff that reminds me of the old FFN days when authors just had fun with the characters (and I love that sort of stuff as much as I love angst lol)

I'm sure there are tons more, but I only made it to page 2 of my bookmarks before getting hit with a black page with 'Retry later' in the upper left corner (plus I kept getting distracted by the multitude of bookmarks that I discovered the dreaded 'This has been deleted, sorry!' note)

[blondebrainpowered]

U2 - I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For, 1987

[mtvscreengrabs]

I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For - U2 (1987)

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

U2 - I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For