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[kitten4sannie]

I FEEL PERFECTLY NORMAL ABOUT THIS

Glowing Caverns | C.SN

「pairing」 : san x fem!reader 「word count」 : 4.5k

「synopsis」 : you were on vacation, taking the time to get away from your chaotic city life and enjoy the tranquility of the beach. it was supposed to be an easy laid back few weeks yet you weren't expecting to catch the eye of a lifeguard who just couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of you.

「genre」 : smut, lil bit of fluff, lifegurard!san, summer fling au

「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, flirting, unprotected sex, biting/marking, messy makeout, rough sex, slight clit play, dirty talk, teasing, dom!san x sub!reader, overstimulation, pet names (princess, baby, pretty, pretty girl...), multiple orgasms, slight buldge kink, creampie, dumbification, slight manhandling, praising, breeding, lmk if I missed anything!!

「notes」 : this has been sitting in my drive half finished for at least a month now and I can't believe that I'm just now getting back to it 😭, but lifeguard san was the first thought that came to mind when I saw the crazy ass video he posted 🥴. special shout out to @kitten4sannie for listening to insaneness and letting me share my crazy ideas, this ones for you babes! also, HAPPY NEW YEARS!! 🥂

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, warming you to the core as you walked along the beach. The book in your hand is long forgotten as you soak in the warm rays, enjoying the sea salt air. It was refreshing to finally have a place that didn’t have you running around like a chicken with its head cut off or a manager that would yell at you for every little thing that you did wrong and even the aches in your body due to overtime were melting away the longer you stood in the summer breeze.

Moving your hand up, you shielded your eyes from the bright sun as you looked around, you saw only a few families on the beach, parents lounging around on their towels under large umbrellas while the kids were off playing in the water or giggling with one another as they attempted to build sandcastles a little too close to the water. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched the three kids jump to their feet with squeals as a wave crashed over their newly built sandcastle, completely demolishing it.

This was the life that you had longed for, and you would give anything to be able to call this your ‘every day,’ but you knew that it would never be true. You couldn’t leave your life in the city behind; as much as you would love to, there was just too much at stake.

Letting out a conflicted sigh, you turned back to the ocean and watched the waves roll calmly on the surface. The gentleness of it all lured you in like a siren's call, tugging at every fiber of your being, and you took a step forward, allowing the cool water to wash over your bare feet, the temperature causing a chill to run down your spine.

After a few moments, you could feel the burning gaze of someone’s eyes, the hairs on the back of your neck standing tall. Peeking over your shoulder, you met the eyes of one of the lifeguards; he was perched on top of the watch-out chair. Heat flushed your cheeks as you took in his appearance, his shaggy hair falling in front of his eyes, but it didn’t hide the intensity of the look he was giving you. Your eyes took in more of his appearance, and you felt like your face was going to burst into flames at any moment. His honey skin was on perfect display. The only thing he was wearing was the bright red swim trunks that all of the lifeguards were wearing.

Swallowing thickly, you raised your hand, sending him a small wave, and your heart nearly stopped when he smiled, waving back. A smile of your own spread on your lips as you turned back around to look out at the ocean once more.

San’s eyes stayed glued to you even after you turned back around; something about you intrigued him. He’s never seen you around town before, and he knows almost everyone. The town doesn’t have very many tourists, so he was curious. It was like there was an invisible string tethering him to you, and he felt a pull, one that wouldn’t go away until he learned more. So he leaned over the other side of the lookout chair, searching for someone.

“Hey, Jongho!” He called out to the other male, who turned around a pair of dark sunglasses adorning his features. “Can you cover for me for a few minutes?” San asked, causing the younger to cock an eyebrow.

“What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll buy your lunch for the rest of the week.” San bargained, and Jongho thought about it for a second before ultimately nodding and agreeing.

“But don’t think I won’t throw your ass under the bus if boss shows up,” Jongho told him pointedly, and San chuckled before patting his shoulder.

“Thanks!” San then turned and jogged over to where you were standing while Jongho climbed up the ladder, drink in hand, as he leaned back in the seat.

You were crouched down, your book in your lap, as you combed through the sand to find any seashells. The sound of footsteps nearing you tore your attention away, and you pulled your hand from the water. Looking over, you found the lifeguard from earlier making his way towards you, so you shook your hand, trying to dry any of the leftover water before standing to your feet once more. Your heart fluttered when he got closer, and you were able to see his dimpled smile and his teeth peeking out from behind his lips.

“Hi.” He greeted you as soon as he got close enough, stopping just a few feet away from you.

You turned to face him, returning his smile as your fingers curled around the spine of your book, “hi.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around town before.” He tilted his head a little bit, causing some of his hair to fall further into his eyes, but he didn’t seem to mind.

The only thing that came to your mind as you watched him look at you curiously was that he was cute. His soft brown eyes drew you in like a freshly made batch of brownies, and his sweet smile left you wanting more. 

You laughed softly at his statement before nodding your head, “That would be because I’m new around here.” You told him before quickly adding on, “Only for the summer though, then I’ve gotta go back home.”

San didn’t miss the solemn look that crossed your face when you mentioned going back home, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for you. However, hearing that you were going to be here for the summer gave him an idea, albeit possibly a horrible idea, but an idea nonetheless.

“Would you care for a tour of the town? I can show you all the best places around.” He gave you a cheeky smile, and you felt your stomach flutter.

The last thing you expected was for someone to offer to show you around the foreign town, let alone someone who was like a godsent. You thought it over for a few moments before ultimately deciding that it wouldn’t be a bad idea, seeing as you were going to be in this town for at least another three months, so you nodded your head with a smile of your own.

“I’d love that.” You told him before you heard shouting from behind him causing both of you to turn only to find an older man marching down the beach.

Chuckling nervously, the boy turned back to you, rubbing the back of his neck, “That would be my boss, I should probably get back. Do you know where the ice cream parlor is?” He asked, and you nodded, recalling seeing it as you were on your way to the beach. “Awesome, I get off at six. Meet me there?”

“San!” You heard someone shout causing the male in front of you to look over his shoulder, seeing the older man now standing next to the lifeguard post with Jongho.

“You should probably go,” You laugh softly. You would hate to see him get into any more trouble for staying and talking to you.

“Probably…” He sighed, turning back towards you, “I’m San, by the way.”

“I’m y/n.” You smiled up at him, and San felt his stomach swirl at the sight, but the moment was ruined when his boss once again yelled at him to get back to his post, causing the poor boy to let out a defeated sigh.

“I’ll see you later y/n.” He waved at you softly before turning and started jogging towards the lifeguard stand but stopped short when he remembered something, “Oh, y/n?” You looked at him at the sound of your name with a hum, “Make sure to wear your bathing suit.”

You nodded softly before watching as he walked back over to the lifeguard stand where his boss started giving him an earful as the boy who was sitting on the chair watched, a straw in his mouth. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. This might just be the best summer you’ve had yet.

Just like San said he would, he showed up at the ice cream parlor a little after six. He found you sitting in a booth off to the side with an empty cup in front of you as you scrolled through your phone. Walking over, he stopped just short of the table with a small smile tugging on his lips.

“Is this seat taken?” He asked, causing you to lift your head, and as soon as you saw him, your face lit up, a smile spreading across your glossed lips. You shook your head before telling him to sit down, to which he happily obliged, sitting across from you and propping his arms on the tabletop.

“So, where are you taking me first?” You asked, taking a sip from your watered-down soda only to grimace slightly due to the bland taste, causing San to chuckle, ‘cute,’ he thought, watching you push the cup away with a small pout forming on your lips.

“Well, I was thinking we would just make our way back down to the beach.” He told you, and you looked at him with scrunched eyebrows. Weren’t you guys just at the beach? Noticing your confusion, he added, “There is a cavern just slightly off the beach that glows at night.”

Your eyes widened at the thought, you have heard of them before but you never thought that you would actually be able to go and see one in person. It would also make sense why he told you to keep your bathing suit on. However, a sudden unease starts to settle in the pit of your stomach at the thought of the sea life that normally comes out after dark.

“What about sharks and whatnot?”

“We won’t have to swim to get inside, plus the underwater entrance is too small for anything big to get in,” San reassured you, and your unease died down as you took in the sincerity that gleamed in his eyes. “If you’re ready, we can start heading that way.” 

You nodded with a bright smile before standing from your seat and turning to grab your trash, but San was quicker. He walked over to the trash can, throwing it away as you followed behind him closely.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You pouted slightly, not used to people doing anything like that for you.

San just offered you a smile, walking to the door and opening it for you, “after you.”

–

About an hour and a half later, you walked side by side with San down the beach, your sandals in your hand as you talked. He had shown you so many small shops that had all kinds of things that you couldn’t find in the bigger cities and even took you to the small animal shelter where he volunteers from time to time. It was refreshing to see, and you wished that you could make it your everyday life, but alas, you couldn’t.

“The entrance is just over here.” San pointed off to the side of the cliff, the flashlight in his hand illuminating the ground underneath your feet. You followed after him until you made it to more rocky ground, so you stopped to put your shoes back on.

You had managed to put one on without too much struggle, but as you were putting the other on, you lost your balance, toppling over. However, instead of crashing on the ground, you felt arms wrapped around your midsection, keeping you upright. Looking up, your breath hitched in your throat as you noticed just how close San was. Stammering out an apology, you pushed away with a flustered face, and San watched in amusement as you avoided his eyes.

After your shoes were on, San led you to the entrance, “it's just through here.” He pointed the flashlight at the small entrance, glancing back at you. You followed after him, making sure to stay close so you don’t get separated. Then, finally, you broke through the entrance with a deep breath; the air smelled heavily of sea salt.

A small gasp fell from your lips when you looked up as San turned the flashlight off. The whole cavern was illuminated in an oceanic blue. The reflection of the water from the ceiling made it feel like you were underwater.

“It’s beautiful.” You spoke quietly as you stepped forward, and San looked over at you with a silly smile on his lips.

Heat flushed his face as he took in your appearance. The lights from the algae made your skin glow. You were breathtaking, and every fiber in his body was yearning to reach out to touch you, but when you looked over, catching him staring, he decided against it.

“C’mon, let’s get in the water.” He quickly spoke before you had a chance to even question why he was staring and jogged over to the edge of the water. 

You stood there in confusion for a moment before looking back over at the taller male as he kicked his shoes off and pulled his shirt over his head. Your mouth watered slightly at the sight of his bare skin, watching the muscles in his back ripple as he threw his shirt off to the side.

Heat crept up your neck as he looked back at you with a small smile, but there was a gleam in his eyes that made your stomach flip. Swallowing thickly you walked over to the water’s edge as San dove in and kicked your sandals off once more.

“This is safe, right?” You asked, your voice coming out shaky as you took in San’s appearance after coming out from under the water.

“I’ve been swimming here since I was a kid. I promise it’s safe.” He offered you a reassuring smile, and you nodded before reaching for the hem of your shirt.

San couldn’t tear his gaze away from your body as you pulled your shirt over your head, revealing the bikini top that you were wearing underneath. He could feel his whole body start to burn as you pulled your shorts down your legs before tossing both items over with his discarded shirt.

You could feel his eyes burning into you as you threaded through the water, which was surprisingly warmer than you expected it to be. When you got close enough to him, he swallowed down the lump in his throat, but then you got a mischievous idea.

Cupping your hands together, you splashed water at him, drenching his face and hair. You broke down into a fit of giggles at the shock on his face after he wiped his eyes.

“Oh, you’re playin’ a dangerous game.” He chuckled deeply, and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the noise, heat pooling in your gut, but you tried to ignore it as he sprayed water right back at you.

A squeal fell from your lips as he rushed at you, and you ran from him, the whole cavern filling with the sounds of your guy's laughter. 

You tried to get away from San’s outstretched hands after splashing him once again, but your foot slipped, and he managed to grab your arm. He pulled you towards him, your body almost weightless in the water.

“Got you.” He huffed, looking down at you as your hand fell to his chest to keep your balance. 

The air around you grew still; the only sound was your heavy breathing. San’s eyes were glued to your face, and you could feel your body growing warmer by the second. He started to lean down, his lips ghosting over yours, and your eyes fluttered closed as he closed the space between your bodies.

San’s lips were soft against yours; the kiss was sweet, but it didn’t take long before it started to fill with need. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, groaning at the taste, a mixture of sea salt and your strawberry lip gloss. The sound was enough to leave your core dripping as you parted your lips, allowing him to invade your mouth.

A small whine fell from your lips as he bit down on your bottom lip gently before trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck. You rolled your head to the side, giving him more space to leave wet, open-mouth kisses along your skin.

“San…” You let out a breathy moan as he nipped at your skin, his hands wandering your body while yours squeezed his shoulders to try and ground yourself. Your breath hitched in your throat when his hand cupped your boob over your bikini top.

“You sound so pretty, moaning my name.” He groaned against your skin, his senses going haywire as he kissed back up to your lips. He just couldn’t seem to get enough. He wanted more.

A small yelp fell from your lips when he picked you up effortlessly, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you out of the water. His lips then found yours, capturing them in a heated kiss.

Not a word was spoken as he laid you down on the smooth floor of the cavern, fingers dancing across your skin. Every fiber of your being felt like it had been set aflame as his hand crept down your stomach, tracing the hem of your bottoms.

He pulled away from your lips, taking in your disheveled appearance and your swollen lips glistening under the light. The sight made his dick swell in his trunks, the material straining, causing him to groan. Pulling back a little more, he curled his fingers around the fabric of your bottoms and looked back at you with a questioning gaze. After giving him the green light, San wasted no time in discarding you of your bottoms, leaving your dripping core on full display.

You felt small under his gaze, and you started to close your legs in embarrassment. However, San was quick to stop you. Grabbing your knees, he spread your legs once more, his cock twitching at the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Fuck.” He cursed, mouth yearning to latch on to your clit, but his aching cock was telling him that there was no time. So he prayed to the gods that he would get another chance to eat you out before the summer was over.

“San–” You were cut off by a choked moan when he pressed down on your clit suddenly, groaning at how wet you were. He leaned back over your body, caging you under his as he looked at your lust-filled eyes.

“Shit princess, you’re so fucking wet.” His head leaned down, his hot breath fanning over your ear as he continued to toy with your clit.

“San, please!” You whined, back arching off the ground when he added more pressure to your clit. Your body felt like it was on fire, and your core ached, begging to be filled. The growing desire becomes insatiable.

“Please, what, pretty girl?” He cooed, raising up to look at you with a teasing smirk, and that’s when you noticed the chain dangling from his neck. 

Biting back another moan, you reached up and wrapped your fingers around the cool metal before pulling him down until his lips brushed over yours, “stop teasing and fuck me.”

San chuckled before removing his hand from your little bundle of nerves, “so demanding.” 

You were about to retort, but all words died on your tongue as he leaned up to pull his trunks down just enough to let his weeping cock pop out. Noticing the shocked look in your eyes, he smirked before leaning over you again, lips brushing over your ear.

“You were the one demanding that I fuck you, so take it like a good girl, hmm?” His voice was deep, causing you to clench around nothing, a small whine falling from your lips.

Your whole body jolted when you felt his tip running over your slit before bumping into your clit. Then he started pushing into you without so much as a warning, causing you to choke out a broken moan of his name.

“San!” You cried out, nails clawing at his back, nearly breaking skin, and tears brimmed in your eyes. “‘S too much.” 

“But you wanted this baby.” He cooed, thumb brushing under your eyes as tears started to fall, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find his forcefulness hot. Your walls squeezed around his aching cock, sucking him further in and he groaned, “plus you’re sucking me in, your pretty little cunt is just begging to be filled.”

Your eyes rolled back when he finally bottomed out, your mind fuzzing over from the full feeling. San watched you intently as you pulled at his body, wanting him close to you, a pathetic whimper falling from your swollen lips.

“Sannie!” You cried out, and his cock twitched at the whiny tone in your voice. The pressure was overwhelming, and you felt like you were about to combust if nothing was done about it soon. Your hips rolled up against San’s, and a choked gasp fell from your lips when his tip brushed over your sweet spot. “M-Move, please. San, please.” You spewed pleas like a mantra, and San’s lips curled into a smirk as he took your hips in his hands.

He pulled out until just the tip was left before pushing back in with enough force to make your tits bounce. A strangled cry tore from your lungs, and your hands flew to his forearm. His pace was slow but deep, hitting all of the right spots and turning you into a blubbering mess.

“Look at you taking me so well,” He cooed, pistoning his hips into yours until his tip hit your cervix.

Stars danced across your vision when his pace picked up, his grip so tight on your hips that you were sure that it would leave bruises the next day. However, all thoughts melted from your brain when his hand pressed down on your lower stomach, making you feel him even more.

“S-San– fuck! You feel so good, oh my god!” You cried out, back arching off of the ground when his thumb made contact with your clit. Your legs trembled around San’s waist as he brought you closer to your climax, your velvet walls squeezing around his throbbing cock like a vice.

“Shit, if you keep squeezing me like that, I’m gonna cum.” San groaned, his body leaning over yours to litter your chest with sloppy kisses. “Is that what you want, pretty girl? Me to cum in this sweet pussy of yours? To claim you as mine, is that it?” He growled against your skin, and it felt like your brain turned to mush at the thought of him cumming in you, and you tightened around him once more, giving away exactly what you wanted.

With just a few more thrusts, he sent you toppling over the edge, a string of broken moans falling from your lips as he fucked you through your high. Detaching his lips from your collarbone, he leaned over you, chain hanging just in your peripheral. Without so much as a second thought, you grabbed the jewelry and pulled him down, slotting your lips over his.

The kiss was anything but neat; he kissed you with a bruising force, and a mixture of spit covered both of your chins. Any sound you made from his relentless pounding was swallowed by his lips. Tears of overstimulation clouded your vision as you tried to tell him to slow down, but all that left your lips were incoherent babbles.

“Fuck! I’m sorry, pretty, just hold on a little bit more; you can do that, can’t you?” He grunted through gritted teeth as he sat back up, using his hold on your hips to plow you into oblivion. Your nails dug into his forearm, threatening to break skin as he pushed you closer to another climax.

“S-San!” You choked out a moan as he brushed over your sweet spot, causing stars to cloud your vision.

“Shit.” San groaned as he felt his own high right on the tip of his tongue. His hand then moved from your hip, trailing up your body until he caught your chin between his fingers. “Look at me pretty girl, I want you to watch as I fill your womb with my cum.” 

His words were enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your body trembling as another high washed over your body. Your pussy spasmed around his cock as you continued to gush out your own cum. An incoherent mixture of his name and curses spewed from your lips as he continued to fuck you through another high until his own thrusts became sloppy.

“Eyes on me, princess.” He tapped your cheek, watching in amusement as you tried your best to focus your attention on him despite all of the pleasure your body was receiving. “F-Fucking–” His voice cracked as his climax hit him like a freight train, his warm seed spilling deep into your walls.

“Sannie!” You whine at the sudden feeling, back arching off of the ground once more when he stilled inside of you.

“You did so good for me, baby.” He huffed, leaning over to pull your lips into a gentle kiss, and your shaky arms wrapped around his neck, wanting to keep him as close as possible.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments more until San pulled away, causing you to whine at the sudden loss of contact. With a chuckle, he slipped out of your spent hole, watching as a mixture of his and your cum pooled on the ground beneath you. Swallowing thickly, he tore his eyes away, afraid that he would get hard again, and instead pulled his trunks back up before helping you back into your clothes.

“C’mon, we can go back to mine and watch a movie or something.” He smiled sweetly at you as he helped you pull your shorts over your hips, and you felt your face flush.

“Throw in some snacks, and I’ll be yours.” You teased, and he chuckled before grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers.

“I can make that happen.” He then pulled you back towards the entrance of the cavern and back to the beach before the both of you headed back to his place for the rest of the night.

You couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, if you kissed your city life goodbye, you could be happy here. The thought of having to leave San at the end of the summer after what just happened left an ache deep in your heart. So that’s all it took, was another flash of San’s dimpled smile to call your boss and tell him that you were going to quit.

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[earlysunshines]

secret rhymes

pham hanni x fem!reader ; angst, fluff

synopsis: you get dumped and decide to post a video on youtube of you singing an original song to cope. the last thing you expected was for it to blow up, waking up to 99+ notifications on every social media account. luckily for you, this changes your life drastically—including your love life.

warnings: musician/artist!reader ; SOME homophobia but it’s not like severe idk ; PINING!!! ; reader is 04 ; many idols mentioned in this but most of them i don’t even stan or know like that so don't comment... ; IMESSAGE LIGHT MODE IM SORRRYYY ; rly dirty jokes here and there ; literally anything else i didn’t mention ; all jokes pls do NOTTT take anything serious ; more to add probably ; not proofread LOL

a/n: got this idea after listening to hanni’s original song :-P first smau!! i finally figured things out guys … embarassing!!! i really wanted to write this one out but i spent so much time trying to and realized a smau would fit best lol

!!! secret rhymes playlist !!!

profiles: baconeggandcheese, denim bottoms, and others that’ll pop up (maybe)🤫

00 : prologue(s): one, two

01 : no foreplay??

02 : no more mr nice guy

03: we are SO back

04: girl wake up

05. THERES MORE?

06: greedy

07: sneaking out

08: girls supporting girls

09: grad!

10: military wife

11: roomie (half-written)

12: hashtag devastated

13: micro celebrity

14: beating the schizophrenic allegations

15: trauma bonded

16: evergreen

17: debut hard launch

18. is this a prank (half-written)

19: storytime

20: who is this diva!!

21: what’s good korea (half written)

22: bumping into... you? (half-written)

23: hanni IS wattpad main character

24: reciprocated fangirling

25: yn idol core

26: hyein count your days

27: soft launch (platonic)

28: two pretty best friends

29: sweet dreams (half-written)

30: night market (written)

31. resigning

32. she’s signed!

33: HOMO ALERT 🚨

34. the haters will sabotage me

35. concert (half-written)

36. mayor of idgaf town

37. dunda square shorty

38. hanni in her deathbed

39. victorian child (half-written)

40. hey girl

41: two man

42. no need for allat (half written)

43. no war in ba sing se

44. ??? (half written)

45. lore drop

46. yearnmaxxing

47. there’s no way

48. last words (half-written)

49. chest pain (written)

50. c u girl

51. understanding the misunderstandings

52. no protection?

53. just the two of us (written)

54: silver lining

more to come!

taglist ! @namojoon @ly-gushka @layonaiguess @artrizzler19 @yerimbrit @sixflame438 @nwjnsloona @saysirhc @nimnia @somedaydream @trovao-penguins @modanisgf @c-yerim @starstruckgoateepuppy @tzuyusdoughnut @kaypanaq @peranoo @haerinkisser @electronicluminarycoffee @yoohtonyy @secretcessy @keiji-jin @awkwardtoafault @syronns @linnnsworld @inybits @ynwrites @wonyoungssi

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🪐⋆｡°✩ ➛ Latter Option

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Summary: Finding out that you were never his first choice. Genre: Angst and a little bit of SMAU Note: Finally back to writing. Like always there are grammatical errors and this is not proofread, Hope you enjoy!! Fc: Madison Beer

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist

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F1.UPDS BREAKING NEWS! 🚨 F1 Star Charles Leclerc Caught Proposing? 💍

Rumors are swirling as Ferrari’s golden boy, Charles Leclerc, was reportedly seen down on one knee, proposing to his girlfriend, Y/N L/N! 🔥 Fans went wild after spotting a dazzling ring on her finger. 💎 Could wedding bells be ringing soon? Stay tuned for more exclusive details! 🏎️💨

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Lilyhme Dibs on made of honor!

Sistersusername excuse me?

Lilyhme i called dibs…

Carlossainz55 congrats amigos🥳🎉

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The smile on your face tugged even wider as you read along all the supportive and happy banters that were left by many adoring people. It was never your guys' intention to let people know of the recent engagement but since some paparazzi leaked it, might as well announce it at your own volition.

There were even some people were calling out the fact that the wedding was happening “too soon” or them saying “you guys are too early into the relationship.” Little do the others know, you and Charles share a history that stretches back further than they could ever imagine. Since your senior days, you have been inseparable—his best friend, his confidante. And through the years, as laughter turned to late-night talks and fleeting glances became something deeper, your heart has belonged to him. You've been madly in love with Charles ever since, carrying that secret like a quiet flame, burning only for him.

As you swiped further down millions of post, One particular comment caught your eye-- as soon as you read the following, you felt a familiar pang run across the veins of your chest.

You didn't expect to see her name about a post between you and charles, but seeing it appear out of the blue adds an uneasy feeling of discomfort cloud your mind.

Maybe it's nothing? They mentioned something about being friends so that has to be it, Just friends right?

You thought to yourself-- giving close ended assurance just to keep your mind at ease.

...

Days passed by and everything seemed to be going so well lately. Your once crazed overthinking quickly withered when Charles took you out on a date, just because he missed you-- though he was with you the day before yesterday.

It was a gesture that made your heart filled with endless warmth and put your mind at rest.

But as the saying goes, 'Nothing good lasts forever' and no one is an exception.

...

You ➛ Lily

…

A quiver left pass your lips as you red along the text between you and your friend. Each word hung to your mind like a parasite.

If what she's saying is true then.. Have you been the second option all along? But who would be this cruel to play your feelings just like that. You knew Charles had a thing for Valorei, but he comforted you countless times that it was nothing.

You threw your phone to the side as you frantically wiped the tears that unknowingly slide down your cheeks. Was this some kind of sick joke?

A lot of unanswered questions waved your thoughts-- and only one person could answer.

...

That's all for now, mainly because this draft have been here for months now and i kinda forgot how it goes but i assure y'all that i will be uploading more fr!!

[v1si0n]

LOVE ON THE (DANCE) FLOOR⚡️(L.JN)

SUMMARY: jeno was not thrilled about you joining his dance team, especially because he starts messing up every time you’re around. is it really his fault that he gets distracted by how good you look when you dance?

GENRE: smau, enemies to lovers, fluff, humor, angst, college au, dancer!jeno x bookworm!reader

WARNINGS: jeno is kinda mean, profanity, jokes about death, sexual jokes, slightly suggestive, inaccurate depictions of the majors that are mentioned, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of (mild) illness/injury, mentions of hard childhood/trauma

PLAYLIST: daddy issues by the neighborhood, safety net by ariana grande (ft. ty dolla $ign), you get me so high by the neighborhood, i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys, lie to girls by sabrina carpenter, stargazing by the neighborhood

NOTES: hiiiiiiii i know i just posted jgmar like two weeks ago but i’m back with ANOTHER smau bc i cant stfu so strap yourselves in and lets get freak nasty‼️ special thanks to babygirl @domjaehyun for helping me with the banner💞💞💞

TAGLIST: open !!! please lmk if you’d like to be added :)

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profiles(1): the dancers

profiles(2): the “nerds”

intro: donghyuck she’s SIX

ch.1: hater alert🚨

ch.2: girl…self respect..?

ch.3: tldr: i got jumped.

ch.4: in this house we stan winter.

ch.5: drama o clock🍿

ch.6: since we’re lying now…

ch.7: odd…peculiar even…

ch.8: jeno is a liar and a half.

ch.9: 1 step forward, 3 steps back

ch.10: the bells are ringing

ch.11: NOT jeffree star approved

ch.12: and the crowd is…concerned

ch.13: winter and y/n’s dorm📍

ch.14: geeking and tweaking

ch.15: get a load of this guy

ch.16: the cat distribution system

ch.17: okay guys what the flip…

ch.18: me and the voices

ch. 19: having a what on who😟

ch.20: anyone else scared?

ch.21: if i could fly

ch.22: bros cooked

ch.23: the adults are talking.

ch.24:

ch.25:

[dc418writes]

•Lemons & Limes•

✨Pairing✨: Terrence Richmondxblack!reader

Summary🪄: Safe to say, maybe you shouldn’t be left alone…and you should probably listen to your husband

🚨: mention of a deceased relative, pretty much all fluff💕

A/N🎤: hi☺️! So this is my submission for Terry’s Birthday Bash created by @megamindsecretlair ! I think it’s such a great and sweet idea that’ll definitely add some much needed fun to the community🌸! Feel free to participate if you’d like, and don’t forget to support the other submissions!

*DISCLAIMER!: I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*

You just had to mess with that electrical panel.

All you had to do was wait until Terry came home so he could try to figure out what happened, - like he told you to do - but no. That overly confident, hyper-independent part of you was so convinced you could fix it after recalling an episode of some home renovation show that you half watched as you occasionally dozed off.

“Seems easy enough, I just flip the switch off and on, and things should work again,” you said to yourself as you opened the mounted panel. Sure enough, all the lights in the house switched off after pushing the large black switch to the left. When you pushed it to the right though, you were still surrounded by darkness. You tried again, and again, yet still nothing prompting your subdued panic to boil over.

Now here you sat in your husband’s Ford truck, nervously twirling your thumbs around themselves as you waited for him to get you both checked in at a nearby hotel. And of all days, on his birthday.

The chill of the night air briefly touching your skin has goosebumps raising along your arms as Terry slides into the drivers seat with a sigh.

“Everything okay?”

“They’re booked,” he answers pulling the seatbelt across his body until it locks with a click. “And so is every other hotel in town.” Gotta love college basketball playoff season.

“Oh…well one night without lights-,”

“We don’t know how long it’s gonna take to fix,” he counters carefully pulling out onto the busy road. “Might even have to re-wire everything, which could mean more than a night without lights.”

Well if you didn’t feel terrible before..

“It’s a motel about 30 minutes out. We can stay there tonight and figure out the rest tomorrow.”

“Okay,” you shyly mumble beginning to nervously twirl your thumbs again. Just as to the hotel, Terry doesn’t say a word during the ride to your next destination and you don’t either. The only sound coming from the truck’s rumble and the radio station playing a mix of old and new R&B.

You’re sure he’s just quiet because he’s trying to think of what to do next; how to handle your house’s faulty wiring and its impending cost. His silence only makes your guilt more suffocating though, convinced that it might be you and your hardheaded tendencies that’s finally snapped his last nerve.

“What do you wanna eat?,” he finally asks turning down the busy strip filled with bright, neon signs for clubs, bars, and restaurants. Admittedly most weren’t outwardly pleasing, but you could still find a good meal and an equally good time.

You shrug. “M’not really hungry.”

“…what all did you eat today?,” he asks taking turns looking at you and the cars ahead.

“Um…breakfast with you earlier…and some crackers...”

After turning into the drive thru for Wingz & Thingz, you can feel Terry’s sea-green eyes practically attached to the side of your face. That famous side eye already saying, “Girl please, we both know you starving so why you playin games?,” before he could.

“What?,” you ask daring to meet his eyes pretending like you didn’t know that he knew something was up. He simply kisses his teeth before answering the employee through the staticky speaker.

“Can I get a 10 piece hot honey, extra wet, with fries, and a 15 piece lemon pepper please?”

“I said-,”

“I heard you,” he retorts with a hint of a smirk to his full lips that has you bashfully biting at the corner of yours.

“Thank you.”

“Mhmm.”

-

The rusted, metal door of your room opens with a heavy thud as it knocks against the adjoining wall making it rattle. Ever the protector, Terry has you stand outside - but still close by - while he checks to make sure nothing is off. Both of your respective duffles slung over his broad shoulders as if they weighed nothing.

“It’s good,” he calls signaling it’s okay for you to enter. However once you cross the doorway, you can’t fully say you agree on ‘good’. The multicolored, geometric comforter was something straight out of the 70s, which matched the orangish-red carpet and overall aesthetic of the outdated room. Gingerly sitting in the light brown, swivel chair next to the window, you feel that pang of guilt again taking in your slightly depressing surroundings, and how all of this is ultimately your fault.

“I know it’s not the best, but-,”

“Are you mad at me?,” you finally ask just wanting everything out in the open rather than your mind constantly go back and forth.

“Why would I be mad?,” he asks with a quirked brow as he sets your bags to the side.

“Because I didn’t listen and messed up everything. Because we’re here in this room with questionable stains on the carpet, and I’m sure equally strange ones on the sheets, on your birthday when we should home and you stretched out in your favorite chair.” You could hear the brown leather crackle and pop now as he shifted to get more comfortable before eventually reaching out for you as you passed to join him. Hell, it was your favorite chair too.

“First off, I haven’t been excited about my birthday since I was…what..16? So I wasn’t expecting anything huge,” he replies stepping closer and closer until he can squat in front of you placing his large hands on your knees. “And I’m not mad at you. That’s what’s been bothering you?”

“Well, you barely talked in the car which is different than how you were this morning. Clearly it’s something and I figured it was me being hardheaded.”

“Respectfully baby, I knew you were hardheaded before we got married and know it’s not gonna change no time soon. I made my bed, I know how to lie in it.” Your feigned shock and playful smack to Terry’s shoulder has all his 32 showing in that adorable laugh of his.

“Hey, at least I admit it!” Unlike your own mother who swore she didn’t know where you got it from.

“You right.” Terry’s laughs settle into a low sigh as he lets his thumbs run along the insides of your knees. “Really though, I’m more frustrated and annoyed than mad. Again, not at you. My damn half-brained cousin should’ve been come to look at the wires, but it was always something. Guess I’m no better though still calling when I know he’s not gonna show.

“So if anything, all this is my fault. I know you were just trying to help.”

“It’s not your fault either,” you try to soothe resting your hands on either side of his neck. Your manicured nails lightly scratching his nape has a low hum of appreciation rumbling his chest. “Really, it’s whoever stayed there last because they knew and didn’t say nothing. I hope they always stump their pinky toe.”

“Damn, so violent.” You simply shrug making your husband deeply chuckle with a shake of his head. “Alright food first or shower?”

“Food! I’m starving and honestly scared of that bathroom...”

“Oh now you starvin?,” Terry smirks gently pulling you out of the chair. “Could’ve sworn-,”

“Yes I know, I know it’s in the past now,” you playfully roll your eyes shooing him towards your waiting containers. “Food please?”

With his back turned, you hope he doesn’t notice you sneakily digging into your bag to retrieve his gift wrapped neatly in shiny, silver paper. You should’ve known better though seeing that your husband was an ex marine trained to be hyperaware of his environment.

“I know that’s not what I think it is,” Terry announces as soon as you stand up again. His thick arms crossed in front of his chest when he turns around. “You didn’t have-,”

“I heard you,” you smirk stepping closer with his gift in hand. “It’s still your birthday though, and if you think I’m not getting you anything at all, you clearly don’t know me.”

You don’t miss the small smile that curls his lips when he takes the rectangular box making you giddily smile yourself. Once he’s ripped through the paper, his chest tightens at the familiar, gold, Casio watch waiting in its clear case. The underside purposely facing upward so Terry could see the inscription of his initials and a set of coordinates.

“It’s where your uncle was stationed. I talked with your grandma and she helped me find it.”

Terry adored his uncle Louie, practically idolizing him since he was a child. Wherever Louie went, little Terry wanted to go eagerly standing by his room door with shoes on the wrong foot waiting for him to walk out. Some of Terry’s best memories were riding around in the passenger seat of his black on black mustang - much to his grandmother’s displeasure - with the windows down as they sped down the highway going any and everywhere. Louie was ultimately the reason he signed up for the military, still wanting to be like his infamous uncle even in his young adult years.

Terry still had a hard time forgiving himself for missing the funeral. Was honestly still pissed at his higher ups for not approving his request.

“He’d understand baby. He knows how them people can be,” his grandmother tried to comfort over the phone. “He knows how much you love him.”

“She wasn’t quite sure if it was the same one-,”

“It’s perfect.” As many times as he got in trouble for putting it on, he’d be able to pick it out from any lineup. “Thank you.”

Free hand on your hip, he pulls your body closer so his lips can meet yours immediately taking the day’s earlier stresses away.

“Happy Birthday. It’s not exactly how I envisioned giving it to you, but-,”

“I don’t care about presentation and all that. I’m breathing. I’m with you. I promise that’s all I need baby.”

+ so I feel like this didn’t come out the way I wanted, but then again maybe it’s just me 🤷🏽‍♀️ lol. Either way I hope you enjoyed🌸 and Happy Birthday to my imaginary husband and baby fahtha Mr. Terry Richmond🥰✨!!

[joyswonderland1108]

“Resident Registration Number? Just Girl Things 🥰”

Imagine this: You're on Tumblr, minding your own business, talking about how Jikook literally enlisted in the military through the BUDDY SYSTEM, which requires mutual trust, shared personal details, and—oh yeah—a whole-ass resident registration number. You're having a cute little delusional moment calling them husbands like we all do every other Tuesday. Life is good.

And then BAM — someone crawls into your replies with:

“Um actually 🤓☝🏻 maybe they just asked each other for their RRN casually?? Stop assuming.”

Stop. Assuming.

Babes. This is Tumblr. Not LinkedIn. Not a tax form. If you're new here, let me be the first to welcome you with a healthy dose of “shut up and let us delulu in peace.”

No one here is officiating Jikook’s wedding. We’re not the registrar general of Seoul. We’re just here, in our safe little corner, screaming into the void because two men who have dealt with IDENTITY THEFT and STALKING trusted each other enough to literally share their government-issued ID numbers and enlist together in the military. And some of you really think we’re gonna sit here and go “hmm let’s not read too much into this”? LMAOOO.

“But other friends have done it too!!”

Yes. And guess what? It was special for them too! Just like every couple who gets married isn’t invalidated by someone else also getting married on the same day. Wild concept, I know. Are we supposed to pretend that nothing means anything unless it’s exclusive to Jikook? Are we not allowed to celebrate anything unless it’s tattooed with “first time in history” and stamped by the Korean government?

Let’s also not forget that there are literal articles and testimonies about how friendships fell apart after applying through the buddy system. People out here shoould be glad they're not using RRNs to blackmail former friends. And yet Jungkook—one of the most private people alive—gave that level of access to Jimin. But you’re mad that I mentionned they know each other's RRNs?

Be serious.

And don’t even get me started on the Jikook Police. Y’all show up with your little badges like:

🚨“Are you making assumptions?” 🚨“Are you being too happy about this moment?” 🚨“Are you enjoying your fandom experience wrong?”

YES. YES, I AM. I’m on Tumblr, not in a court of law. I’m not testifying. I’m vibing. If you want “objective neutral fandom experience,” go to a spreadsheet. Or better yet, go back to Twitter where nuance goes to die.

Let me have my fun. Let us have our moment. Let Jikook share RRNs and soul contracts and half of their closet without you rushing in to say “Actually maybe it's not what you think it is.” You’re not fighting misinformation. You’re just fighting serotonin at this point.

[abnomi]

IDK if i was the first to notice this or not but i havent seen anyone talk about this before!! i love going crazy over colors and now is my Chance.

something subtle but notable about Ralph's design is how he has a teal undershirt. (debatably turquoise or green or something, but it is teal in this post..sorry green/turquoise truthers...)

i wondered for a bit why exactly that was a feature of his design, as it stood out to me for some reason; its a contrasting color to red, his main color, of course, so i brushed it off as an accent.

upon further inspection, however, what does that mean with the knowledge we have of him wanting to be good? or about who he shares a connection with?

green/blue is generally known to symbolize goodness, as its the opposing color to red, a color that can represent evil or danger depending on its context.

as you can see here, this crude caricature of Ralph is lacking that extra pop of color; the nicelanders dont see the good inside of him, only seeing the external deep red hues :-(

it doesnt end there, though. which character in this film is represented by a certain teal color?

someone Ralph carries close to his heart, someone who helped define his personhood and who he is internally. that spunky racer girl who relied on him just as he relied on her. not just a glitch, but Vanellope.

Vanellope represents someone who is able to accept herself and grow stronger because of it, and in exploring her own identity, Ralph took a journey of his own alongside her. she's a figure of love, passion, and resistance. taking this into account, her main color symbolizes the same.

we can also see bits of red in Vanellope's design!

interestingly, the main spots we see it in are her licorice hair tie, the stitches and strings of her hoodie, and the bottom of her shoes.

now i could be overanalyzing this a bit, but each of these features have something in common: they're all used for support. the tie supports her hair, the threads keep her hoodie together, and her shoes let her run around and be a kid safely. yeah, she made all of those by herself on her own terms, but Ralph supports her too, right? shes the heart and hes the practicality.

not to mention the MEDALS OHHH the medals. beware ⚠️🚨 im going to overanalyze this like crazy ok let me be neurodivergent about this

all three of these medals have differences that could mean a variety of different things. I'll break each one down individually:

Vanellope's gift

handmade with love, the medal itself is teal (if we ignore the brown underside). as stated before, teal implies love and resistance. this is also quite obvious due to the gift being heart-shaped.

relating to that last point, notice how he wears it close to his chest? it's practically a second heart to him! what else is close to his chest? TEAL UNDERSHIRT. wow!!! so that love was there with him the whole time!

the ribbon itself is pink, not blue or red like traditional medals. this is less significant, i will admit, but i find it nice how its so simple yet defies what a "real" medal is meant to look like, ESPECIALLY in relation to Ralph's expectations as to what a medal should be.

Hero's medal

It's a reflective gold, something that hypnotized Ralph immediately upon being greeted with it (kind of like a certain racer heeheheehoo)... this is all pretty obvious; gold is for winners, and supposedly, only heros can be winners.

something a little less obvious, though, is the blue of his ribbon. so, why is it blue, specifically? now, this isn't teal, this is more of a royal blue. something similar to Felix's palette... a hero. Ralph treats goodness as something attainable, love as transactional. it's not real, it's not genuine. he wears this symbol of heroism without truly EARNING it.

The cake

notice how the ribbon around his neck is red in this imaginary scene? the medal designed for Felix and his wins? his contrasting color? on Ralph, it's almost indistinguishable from his shirt because he isn't supposed to wear it. it wasn't created with him in mind.

ok ok just one more thing. ☝️ Turbo and Ralph parallel with their color schemes.

red as a color carries a dual meaning. on one hand, it can mean passion, love, adrenaline and strength. on the other hand, it could represent evil, malicious intentions, a warning, something dangerous. both Ralph and Turbo share red in their palettes; something to note, Turbo lacks any cool colors.

Ralph is seen as evil when he is truly anything but evil. the red makes him a bigger target considering his position, but this red relates to him internally on a more positive level. its his strength, what keeps his softer core safe. above his teal undershirt.

Turbo is seen as this intense fireball who's just passionate about racing, a little tough guy who just wants to have fun. we all know that this isn't the case. he is dangerous, he is a cautionary tale, a warning and simultaneously a threat.

considering how much as the two parallel each other, its no surprise that they share a color, one that can be interpreted in so many ways. one that ultimately means the reverse for their roles.

[camryn-haitani]

Sam golbach smut plsss I need him bro he's so fine

he’s so yummy i can’t😩

Hey there, honey

Sam Golbach x Reader

you and sam met at a bar and hit it off but uh oh, no phone number. he surprisingly meets you again at the same bar but with some other guy?

TW: SMUT, “one night stand”, p in v sex, unprotected sex, fingering, praise, oral (both receiving), one night stand to lovers, alcohol mention, slight choking, misunderstanding, pet names (pretty girl, darling/darlin’, honey, princess), aftercare

lowercase intended

🚨i do not condone having sex while under the influence. everything is consensual in this fic🚨

“i need dick.” you slam your forehead on the bar counter but you never made contact because of a hand blocking your way. “well, you pretty straight forward, aren’t ya?”

you look up to see a blond man with mesmerizing blue eyes. “another round ooooof…..?” he made a questioned look at you. “tequila.” you answered. “ahh a woman of taste. i like that.” the man sat down next to you.

“so what’s a pretty lady like you doing in a bar all alone?” he questioned. you raised your eyes to him but your head never came up. “wouldn’t you like to know, pretty boy.” you nod your head as thanks to the bartender as they bring your shots. “that’ll be $8.” they said. you pull out your wallet but he beat you to it. “i’d never let a pretty lady pay for her drinks in front of me.”

“alright mr. big man,” you cross your arms as you sit up right and fully look at him, “why’d you come over here? you see a girl all alone and thought you could get some?” you suspect.

“no no not at all. wanna introduce myself. i’m sam golbach.” he sticks his hand out to shake. you pause for a second and give him a distrustful look. “come oooon, i saved you from bashing your head against the counter, didn’t i?” sam states. “alright. i’m y/n.” you meet his hand in the middle and give him a firm shake.

sam raises his shot glass in the air, waiting for you. “cheers to….” he pauses to think. “being single?” you finish. “to being single.” he says back as you both meet your glasses with a lil *clink*. you down your drinks and proceed to talk about anything and everything with sam.

as the night goes on, you find yourself pressed against supposedly sam’s car with your dress hiked up and his fingers between your dripping legs.

“shush darlin’ don’t wanna cause a scene, do we?” sam asked. you shake your head no. “good girl, that’s it. you’re making a mess all over my fingers, aren’t you?” you nod your head. as soon as his fingers were poking and prodding all the right spots, he pulls them out. you stutter a whine from your throat but sam covers your mouth. “what did i say about being quiet. now get your ass in my car and i’ll teach you how to be quiet.”

you get in his car and he drives off to a hotel that wasn’t far from the bar. he pays for whatever room is available and hurries inside. in the elevator ride up, he ever so lightly grabs the sides of your neck and pulls you in to kiss you. the lack of air cutting off to your head makes you dizzy and aroused for more. sam hears the ding of the elevator and pulls away.

he drags you to y’all’s room, opens the door, pushes you inside and begins to undress you as you do him. you barely get your bra off when he throws you on the bed. he kisses all down your thighs.

“please sam, don’t tease me like this. i’ve been so good for you.” your plead. “but pretty girl, can i not worship your body?” he asks. sam has his hand’s all over your tits. groping, squeezing, teasing your nipples. his eye contact with you is intense too which you don’t wanna look away. his lips latch onto the fat of your chest. he sucks like his life depends on it. he only sticks to your boobs because he knows it’s a work day tomorrow but he just also can’t get enough of your perky tits.

sam grabs your throat to pull you up to his level. you mainly get up in your own but the pressure is just so arousing. he lets out a sigh, “get on top of me, doll. i wanna see your tits bounce when you ride my cock.”

he lays himself down and waits for you to climb on top. you straddle him as sam pushes into you, but not too much as to hurt you. “say when you’re ready, mkay?” he asks. you nod your head as you adjust to his size.

your pain turns into pleasure when the stinging goes down. “i’m ready, sam. please i need it. i need you.” you plead. “such a naughty girl i have here. don’t worry,” he pushes the rest of himself deeper into you, “i’ll take goooood care of you, princess.” you moan aloud from his sudden action.

your hands fall on his chest as your ass bounces against his pelvis while his hands are gripping the life out of your waist. he helps you move up and down his leaking cock just the way he likes. you toss your head back when he pushes you all the way down with his tip hitting that oh so good spot.

the sound of skin slapping, the sweat, the smell of sex, everything was perfect to you. this is all you craved for. a man who is willing to make both of you get the most out of the pleasure of sex. this is who you need. just alone from this act, you knew sam was the man who would take care of you when you were sick, the man who would make your days happy when it all went to shit, the man who would always be there for you, day and night. you want sam. you need sam

you snap back into reality when his moans get more high pitched, his breathing more ragged, and his hands losing grip on your waist, so you had an idea. you stop your movement and position yourself to where your feet are flat against the bed and your legs more spread than they were before. you start you up and down, and the occasional grinding, and sam dies and goes to heaven. his tip reaching even deeper than he was before. he feels the most of what he’s ever felt.

“sa-m.. go-nna.. cu-um..” you manage to let out. he understands what he has to do.

he can’t control himself. he’s gonna cum, quick. his grip tightens and slams your hips on his pelvis while he paints your walls.

you fall into his chest and immediately pass out. sam gathers what strength he has left, picks himself up and gets a warm washcloth. he runs it over wherever has cum or sweat on you and makes sure you’re all clean. he wipes himself up and lays down next to you, falling asleep with his arm around your waist.

…

your eyes burn from the sun as you open them fully. sam still asleep on your other side. you find your phone and check the time.

“shit shit shit…” you rush out of bed, put you clothes on, order an uber and go back to your apartment.

you unlock your door and call your boss. “i’m sososososo sorry, boss. i overslept and running late. take it off my paycheck, or something. just please don’t fire me.” you say pulling your shoe on your foot. your boss laughs lightly, “don’t worry, you’re fine. just come down and we’ll get it sorted out.” “thank you so much” you say. you hop in your car and go to work.

sam on the other hand, rolled over in bed and notices you aren’t there. he swipes his hand over where you slept multiple times but, no you. he sits up and rubs his eyes, still confused on where you went. sam picks up his phone to text you then he remembers, he never got your number. his chest fills with dread, he’ll never see you again. he picks up his clothes and anything else he brought and checks out of y’all’s room.

not wanting to waste anymore money, sam walks home. it’s surprisingly not far from the hotel but it’s still a long walk. meanwhile you are driving to work, rushing against the time to not be any more late. finally, you get to your desk and sigh of relief and as soon as you sit down, you immediately wanna go home.

sam returns home and goes straight to colby’s room. “hey dude, can i ask you a question?” sam asks. “sure, what’s up?” colby’s sits up right to listen to his question. “do you ever long to see someone you only met once?” sam walks over to colby. “hmm… no not really. why?” colby answers. ‘i’ll tell him later’ he says to himself. “don’t worry about it colbs, but thanks anyway.” sam walks out.

*couple hours later*

you find yourself in the slimmest, sluttiest, sexiest dress you could ever own, in hopes sam is there to see you like this. since last night, he’s never left your head and your panties unsoaked. you get in your car and make your way to the bar.

sam walks again for some reason. he felt as if he needed to be walking to the bar. he didn’t know why but he followed it. his mind in the clouds when a woman pushes herself against him. sam puts his arms in the air to not touch her but she keeps persisting that she be all up on him.

you stop at a red light, pull your visor down to fix your mascara, and when you flip it back up, you see your blond man… with a woman pushing her tits in his face. your mind immediately goes to the depths and figure that he’s taking her to the bar with him. your eyes dull and drive off when the lights flashed green.

sam finally pushes her off him and adjusted his shirt. he briefly brushed off his encounter with her and continues to walk to the bar.

he pushes the door open and immediately tries to find you. he doesn’t know why, but he needs to see you again. even if it was just a one night stand, he longs to see your beautiful face again. but to his avail, he finds you flirting with another man. a man that’s not him, a man who looks at you with nothing but lust and not one ounce of love. looking at you as if you were just a human fleshlight. sam takes his leave to the bar counter and orders him a drink. he hears your giggle from behind him, the same one you gave him when he told you his corny joke. he looks to his side to see you attached to his arm, laughing at the guys obviously unfunny joke.

“oh, i didn’t see you. where’s your girl? the one who was all over you?” you asked. “i didn’t bring any girl, she was just someone who wanted a man’s attention. i pushed her off and came here, hoping to find you…” he painfully said. you like at him with sadness. “come on, sugar. i’ll show you what a real man can do to you.” the guy said to you. you cringe at his words and reluctantly follow. sam stays seated to sip on his drink.

you and the other guy were dancing. him pressing his hard on against you but it just made you feel uncomfortable. you want sam, you need sam. you saying those words to him, broke your heart like glass shattering on linoleum. you mind wanders as your body sways less and less. “what’s up, doll face? you’re not grinding onto me no more.” the man says with no intention of being worried about you. “nothing. you know what,” you pause while shoving your drink in his chest, “ima get a hotel. pay for our drinks like a man should, if i could even call you one, and don’t follow me.” you walk off. “whatever, bitch.” he mumbles under his breath while going to find another girl to flirt with.

sam however, never meant to listen to your conversation, but he heard ‘you’ and ‘hotel’, so he’s gonna try and find you any way he can. he looks up any close hotels from the bar and hurries to the closest ones. he needs you, not sexually, but emotionally. just in that one night you two spent together, he felt such a deep connection with you. sam needs you.

you check into your room, throw off your shoes, unstrap your bra, and toss yourself on the bed. buzzed from the drinks and shots, you lazily scroll through your phone.

sam runs to every check in desk to ask if you’re there. he runs and runs and runs. he needs to find you, he needs your touch, sam needs you. he’s so desperate to find you, tears prick his eyes. he stops in front of the last hotel within a 10 mile radius of that bar. this was his last chance.

a knock at the door interrupts your doomscrolling. you groan and pick yourself up, not caring if you’re not wearing a bra. you unlock the padlock on the top of the door and open it to see him.

“hey there, honey.”

- - - - - -

i’m sorry if this wasn’t all smut, my mind had one thing and ran with it. i apologize if this wasn’t what you asked for

[h3yl4dies]

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒!!!

Small message : I might make a part 2 about this, if I planned to make one then I will put the link down below of the part 2

Warnings ⚠ : a bit mentions of anxiety

Type : hcs (headcannons)

Pairing : tsukishima x reader, kageyama x reader, bokuto x reader, Dachi x reader, oikawa x reader

✰ 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐄𝐈

At first he would be a bit nervous since he never slept beside a girl

He would probably sleep at the edge so he would avoid touching you during the night

He would make sure your comfortable

He felt safe around you so he fell asleep well

He had a good sleep

Sometimes he would turn around to check on you slowly

If you suggest holding hands he would probably accept it but you could always feel his hand sweating a bit

If you suggest cuddles he will have a light pink blush on his cheeks, he probably.. Will allow cuddling???

Tsukishima isn't the type of guy who would suggest cuddling but if you want to cuddle with him, he wouldn't mind

✰ 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐎

Oh boy, he's a blushing mess!

his heart would nearly explode when you suggested sleeping together

His anxiety is KILLING him

Dear Lord save him he's gonna turn into a blushing reddened tomato the whole night

He couldn't even sleep the whole night

Would probably tremble and shake the whole bed

HE'S INSTANTLY SWEATING

When you suggested sleeping together, he acted tough and accepted it

But right now, he's melting apparently

If you suggest holding hands, he would FLINCH

Hold his hand? Be ready to feel hotness and sweat all over your hand

Cuddle? He's dead.

✰ 𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎

Okay first of all.. He is not AFRAID to sleep with you

When you suggested sleeping with him, he would burst into happiness and gladly accept it

Would probably cuddle you first instead of you doing it

Holding hands and cuddling is his thing

BIG SPOON BIG SPOON 🚨

Also.. He snores.

Technically, it would be annoying trying to fall asleep when bokuto is snoring and you can't do anything to stop him from snoring

If your uncomfortable with him cuddling you then he will leave you alone with a small sad face (poor bokuto 😭)

But mostly, it feels safe and comfortable sleeping with him and cuddling with him

His body temperature is usually warm so if your cold, GET YOUR TEDDY BEAR TO WARM YOU!!!

✰ 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀

For what I might say.. He's a gentleman

BIG gentleman

Your cold? He will share you his blanket

You hot? He will turn on the air conditioner!

Any problem can be solved by him so you do not have to worry

He really wants you to sleep comfortably so if you have any problems please tell him

Cuddles? Sure! Your welcomed to be cuddled by him!

Holding hands? No problem! He finds it cute and adorable to hold hands while sleeping together

HE'S A HUSBAND MATERIAL!!!!

Ilysm sm I am now jealous (please let me sleep with daichi next)

He wants to make you feel extremely comfortable and safe

So you might expect forehead kisses and neck kisses from him during the night

✰ 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔

Omfg he's so flirty

When you suggested sleeping with him, he was like "omgggg y/n chan really wants to sleep with her handsome boyfriend?!?!?! Of course I cannot resist!!! "

Has a HUGE ego

He would literally stare at you sleeping nearly the whole night omg 😭

Probably showed off to kageyama that he has a girlfriend and he doesn't 💀

Anyways back to the head cannons, I feel like his body temperature would be COLD

So if you feel cold, he can't help you with that butttt.. He has a lot of blankets

Literally 3 pillows and 4 blankets

Would try SO HARD to touch you and cuddle with you

He's touchy

When you sleep with him, he would always has a small smile while sleeping

Anyways! That's all I hope y'all enjoyed reading and I am so so so sorry this was a bit short because this was a bit rushed and I had a hard time figuring new head cannons for it 😭

[harrywavycurly]

What You Deserve Part 13: Not Like Him

Masterlist: Here

🚨THIS CHAPTER GOES INTO DETIAL OF WHAT YOUR EX HAS PUT YOU THROUGH SO READ THE CW/TW VERY CAREFULLY PLEASE🚨

CW/TW: Mentions of toxic behavior, gaslighting, tiny bit of eluding to your ex getting physical with you (no actual descriptions of the abuse is mentioned), language, mentions of drinking, yelling, emotional manipulation.

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A/N: I know it’s been ages but I just had a spark of inspo for these two so I think it’s time you tell Eddie more about your last relationship but as always Eddie is wonderful with a dash of protectiveness tossed in for the girlies who asked for it, enjoy✨

“I don’t know how you drive this thing sweetheart it’s a bit like driving a boat.” You send Eddie a glare from the passenger seat as he pulls into your driveway and he just bites back the smirk that’s itching to take over his face when he looks over at you, he knows his mistake so he’s quick to give your thigh a little squeeze with the hand that’s been resting there since he decided to drive you home from your shift at Family Video about half an hour ago. “I mean that in the nicest way possible of course because you know I adore Dave.” He adds making you roll your eyes as you reach down to grab your bag but of course Eddie beats you to it, taking his hand off your thigh so he can lean down and grab your backpack before getting out of the car.

You watch him sling a strap of your backpack over his shoulder as he walks around to your door so he can open it for you. This being one of the things that took a few months to get used to and even now sometimes he shoots you a warning look before he gets out of the car as a reminder for you to stay seated until he comes to help you out. As much as you want to keep up your annoyed act the moment the door opens and he gives you his signature Munson smile you can’t help but return it with a smile of your own as he holds out his hand for you to take. Eddie gives your hand a firm squeeze once you take it and allow him to help you out of your car, you don’t even try to take your bag from him because you know it’s no use so instead you just let him close your door with his free hand and begin leading you up your fairly new front porch.

“Before we go inside I need you to acknowledge the non dead plants I’ve had for over two weeks now.” Eddie looks around the porch and smiles when he sees two potted plants on a little table in the corner next to a rocking chair. “I think I want to get some fairy lights so it’s more cozy out here when I’m having my coffee or just being a nosey neighbor.” You explain as you dig around in your pocket for your house key and Eddie just nods as he sees a few other little decorations you’ve added like the ceramic turtle that’s next to the bottom step that has a boot brush where the shell is and he can’t help but wonder if you got that for him so he doesn’t bring his dirty boots into your house after working on cars all day.

“I’ll get you a few boxes and put them up this weekend.” He tells you as you unlock the front door, now normally Eddie would unlock and then open the door for you because he is programmed to be a gentleman especially with you but he knows this moment is something you’ve been waiting on for the past three weeks ever since you agreed to move into his old trailer that he gave you a tour of about a month ago. “Also I’m very impressed with your plants baby good job on keeping them alive.” He watches your cheeks turn his favorite shade of pink as he leans over and places a kiss to the heated skin.

“Thank you.” Your voice is a soft mumble but you know he hears you because of the smile he gives you. “Well uh here she is.” You let go of Eddie’s hand so you can open the front door and walk in first allowing you to hold the door open for him. You try to hide your nervousness as you watch him take a few steps inside what used to be his home, a piece of information you didn’t take lightly when you finally told him you’d like to move in and started to slowly make it feel like yours because a part of you still wanted Eddie to feel somewhat at home here even though his actual house is now fifteen minutes away and contains a few more bedrooms.

“It looks great Princess.” You smile and rub your lips together as he makes his way further into the living room looking at the bookshelf you have tucked away in the corner. You watch him slowly reach up and run a finger over the spine of a worn out copy of The Lord of The Rings and you can’t help but feel anxious so you take a few steps towards him and before you can’t stop yourself words are leaving your mouth a mile a minute trying to fix the issue your mind has created before Eddie can get upset.

“I found a box of books and stuff in the closet of the bedroom and figured they deserved to be put out because what kinda book just wants to be shoved in a box in the back of a closet ya know? But if you want them back that’s fine too I’m so sorry I-I should’ve asked you first before just-” Your rant is cut off by Eddie dropping your backpack to the floor and turning so he is facing you allowing him to gently place both hands on your face so he’s cupping your cheeks, his thumbs softly rubbing over your cheekbones.

“You don’t have to apologize for putting books on a bookshelf.” He reassures you but he knows you need a little more than that so he leans down and places a kiss to your forehead making you sigh as your hands come up to wrap around his wrists. “I used to read these over and over because it was my escape from the world around me and I left them here because I didn’t feel like I needed them anymore but I’m glad you found them.” He gives you a smile as you squeeze his wrists letting him know you’re listening to what he’s saying. “What’s mine is yours right? So feel free to read them or if you want I’ll happily read them to you.” Eddie watches you relax as you take in every word he’s telling you.

“I just-I don’t want to make you mad.” You explain and Eddie just nods his head in understanding because he knows, he knows you’re used to the men in your life being easily set off so you’re always ready to try to apologize or makeup for whatever it is that made them upset. “But uhm I like the idea of you reading them to me? I’ve never read them before but I know they are like about magical rings and stuff?” Eddie just smiles as you let go of his wrists and his hands fall from your face as he turns to take another look at the bookshelf.

“I don’t want to spoil it too much for you but yeah it has magical rings in it.” You just watch him look at a few of your personal books before he turns and heads towards the kitchen with you following behind him. “I like how cozy it is in here.” His voice is soft and soothing as he takes a look around the kitchen. You have a basic coffee maker on one counter with your mug collection in the cabinet above it, a green and white rug underneath your small kitchen table that has a few photos hanging on the wall behind it and that’s where you find Eddie pausing for a moment and you automatically know which photo has caught his attention.

“Figured you’d hang this up somewhere.” You smile as he looks at the same photo you found the first time he showed you the trailer, the one of all the members of the Hellfire Club but more importantly the one that shows you how long his hair was at one point in his life and how long he keeps reminding you he is more than happy to grow it for you if you’d like him to. “Know you love the hair.” He looks at you and you feel your cheeks get warm at the playful wink he shoots you before he walks over to take a look inside your pantry and fridge.

“I know I need-”

“We can go grocery shopping tomorrow after I pick you up from work.” Is all he says as he softly closes the fridge and you just nod and begin to mess with the ring on your index finger, the giant skull one Eddie not so subtly left for you a few days ago with your morning coffee and a note saying he hopes you’ll wear it more than he does since he can’t have it on when working on cars or teaching classes at the gym. But deep down you know it’s just his way of giving you something he saw caught your eye and he knows you’re too shy to actually tell him you like it enough to ask him for it.

“May I?” You look up from the spot on the floor you found yourself staring at while lost in your own thoughts just to find Eddie motioning towards your bedroom door with a raised brow.

“Oh yeah sure go on in.” You offer him a small smile before he turns his attention back towards your bedroom door giving the knob a hard twist making it open, a trick you take a mental note of because you often find yourself fighting with the old doorknob trying to get it to open for you when you’re rushing around in the mornings.

You don’t follow Eddie into your room, you just give him space to allow him to see how someone else decided to go about decorating the room that he once spent so much of his time in. You quietly turn and head out into your living room and sit on your cream colored couch and wait for him. The bedroom isn’t that big so you know it won’t take him long but still you don’t want to make him feel rushed with you standing in the kitchen watching him from the doorway. Eddie can’t fight the grin that immediately takes over his face as soon as he enters your bedroom, the feeling of being surrounded by everything you is the same feeling as being wrapped up in a blanket fresh from the dryer, soft and warm. He notices a few photos of you and Steve on your little desk in the corner and he tries to burry his jealousy at the fact the two of you don’t have any photos in your space yet but maybe that’s something he can ask if you’re comfortable with later on. He runs his hand over your comforter and he finds himself not satisfied with the softness of it but that’s an easy fix, well easy if you’re in a good mood and are willing to go shopping with him but that can wait for another day because right now he is just focusing on the fact he’s standing in your bedroom in a house that you allowed him to help move you into and pay for.

It’s not at all lost on Eddie the main reason you’re even in his old home to begin with, you need to live somewhere you feel safe being alone at and your old place just isn’t an option any longer due to your ex boyfriend. Eddie doesn’t take your safety lightly, having already had a security system installed and a new ring doorbell camera set up before you moved in for extra peace of mind. It also helps that almost everyone in the trailer park has known Eddie since he was in middle school so once he told them he had someone he cared about moving in you were almost guaranteed to be monitored by the neighborhood watch, no one would be stopping by without Eddie hearing about it one way or another.

“I love it.” Eddie doesn’t miss the way you jump slightly at the sound of his voice as he enters the living room but he doesn’t comment on it, instead he just gives you a warm smile as he takes a seat next to you on the couch. “I really mean it baby I think it looks great and I like the little things of mine you decided to put out with your stuff.” You look down at your hands that are in your lap so Eddie just reaches over and places one of his hands on your knee and gives it a little squeeze making you finally meet his gaze.

“I wasn’t allowed to-or uhm more like he didn’t like it when I had a bunch of stuff out everywhere so I’ve never gotten to just decorate the way I’ve wanted.” You have to look away from Eddie’s intense stare as you talk and while normally he is very big on eye contact while speaking he knows not to push it with you when it comes to you talking about your ex, only having brought him up one other time so Eddie just sits and lets you talk while his hand gently rubs soothing circles on your knee. “He used to make me feel like I was such a mess all the time because I liked having things out like my book on my nightstand or a stack of magazines on the coffee table and one time he-he just ripped them all up when he came over after a bad day at work and I-I felt so bad for making him upset that I just made sure to never leave stuff like that out anymore.” Eddie tries to not let his emotions get the best of him so he just nods his head letting you know his listening but when you let out a shaky breath he has to physically stop himself from storming out of the house and finding the shitty hole in the wall bar he knows William is more than likely at right now and giving him a piece of his mind without exactly using his words.

“He would get so mad at me for the smallest things like one time I was making coffee too loud so he just took the pot and threw it on the floor and then got upset at me for the mess I made him make.” You swallow the lump that’s forming in your throat as you feel Eddie’s hand give your knee a firm squeeze reminding you that he’s here. “God he was so good at making me feel like everything he did to me was my own fault and that it was just him giving me what I deserved because if I was just a better girlfriend he-he wouldn’t have to drink so much and if he didn’t drink so much then he wouldn’t get so mad and if he didn’t get so mad then-then that night wouldn’t have happened and-” Your words get lost in your throat as you feel a few tears slide down your face as you sniffle and turn to look at the bookshelf, your eyes landing on one of Eddie’s old ones.

You don’t know why you felt the need to unload all of this on Eddie right now of all times but you couldn’t stop yourself and you know at the end of the day it’ll just help him better understand why sometimes you look at him like he truly isn’t real because you really aren’t used to nice guys. A big part of you wants to tell him everything so it’s all just out there and he can get the full picture of who William was and get why you need him to be patient with you but it’ll come with time and as Eddie loves to remind you, the two of you have all the time in the world because he’s not going anywhere anytime soon. But sometimes you do find yourself wishing William wouldn’t have left you feeling so broken because Eddie treats you in a way that makes you feel a little nervous at times but you know it shouldn’t because he’s just treating you the way you actually deserve.

“You know it wasn’t your fault right?” Eddie’s voice is soft but with a slight edge to it because he needs you to fully grasp what he’s saying as he reaches over with his free hand and tucks some of your hair behind your ears as you look back down at your hands. “You didn’t deserve to be treated like that and I’m so sorry he made you think otherwise.” His hand slides to the back of your neck making you relax under his touch and before you can process what’s happening Eddie is ever so gently pulling you into his chest as he drops his hand from your knee so your hands can grip onto his dress shirt that you know is going to need to be dry cleaned due to the wrinkles and tear stains you’re causing.

“He wasn’t worthy of you and he knew it that’s why he tried so hard to make you think you deserved his subpar treatment because he knew the moment you realized he wasn’t good enough or worth your time it would be over for him so he tried to manipulate you in all the worst ways possible in order to get you to stay and I’m so sorry you had to put up with that.” Eddie places a kiss to the side of your head as he begins to run a hand up and down your back as you rest your cheek against the soft fabric of his work shirt. “But I’m so proud of you for leaving him baby that’s the hardest thing to do in those kind of situations but you did it.” You sniffle as a few more tears stream down your cheeks at Eddie’s words because while your friends had told you the same thing it just felt different hearing it come from him.

“You’re nothing like him.” You mumble and you know it’s an obvious statement but you haven’t said it out loud to Eddie before and you just felt like he deserved to hear you say it. “You make me feel safe.” Eddie feels like he could actually burst the moment the words leave your lips, he just smiles and places a few kisses to the side and top of your head.

“You’ll always be safe with me Princess.” You just let out a hum in response and smile to yourself as you snuggle into his chest.

“You think Wayne would like how I decorated?” Eddie looks around for a moment after you ask your question and while his dad may have liked some questionably tacky nascar or other random goodwill finds of his own and preferred a more brown centered color pallet he doesn’t feel like he’s being dishonest at all when he answers.

“Oh yeah baby he’d love it.” He feels you smile against his chest as his hand continues rubbing soothingly up and down your back. “Especially your mug collection.”

[svt-kiki]

( 🩹 )　𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏　⌅ .

꣑꣒　　kiki　+　misamo　──　heisei galz　...　98%

THE famous jp girls in kpop 🤩

THE BIG 4

like the impact is insane??? they literally paved the way for japanese kpop idols in industry

as seungkwan once said, svt and twice’s comeback schedules often overlapped with each other, it didn’t take long to form a friendship within girls

fans favorites are isac moments ! they always greet and cheer each other, sometimes kiki just blended within twice and spend time with them since all of twice girls adores her, make once jokingly mourns they can never beat kiki

they have few of matching accessories and that led kiki to have dating rumours with all of them ( once & carat’s inner joke )

although they being iconic twiceteen friendship, she’s close with most of twice girls ( jihyo and kiki is bestie )

꣑꣒　　kiki　+　yuta　──　kiyu　...　94%

the most iconic friendship among the 3rd gen idols !

DEFINITION OF ETERNAL PLATONIC FRIENDSHIP

they met when svt & nct were doing promotions at the same around time, aju nice & fire truck back in 2016

had known each other since then, became friends shortly after

yuta silently pulls out kiki’s chaotic side successfully

they are the main reason for other ncteen friendships, they all grow closer to one another like “oh it’s kiki / yuta’s bestie’s member”

besically have joint custody for shotaro

she roots his solo activities passionately and proudly

he asked her for help about the acting project a lot

kiki is very proud of him, teared up when saw yuta on the screen for the first time

they held the famous washoku house party time to time when they miss their home country’s food

꣑꣒　　kiki　+　changkyun　──　kikyun　...　87%

the wiseman said, kiki and yuta are 100% platonic friendship but kikyun let us feel there’s a slight possibility of something else

and that’s true

🚨 sexual tension 🚨 ( not in public eye ofc )

she’s close with the most of monsta x members ( they adore their little sis too much ) and changkyun is the closest among all of them

he speaks to her in casual manner since their birthdays are less than a year apart and that makes them in the same grade in japan

but he calls her noona which is kinda confusing to other people especially if u consider he is not her member, but it’s their own way to communicate

always hyping up each other’s solo work, mentioning in vlive and stories

midnight calls when someone is struggling to sleep, til one of them fall asleep over the phone

he teaches several languages esp how to do french pronouncing

꣑꣒　　kiki　+　seulgi　──　seulki　...　73%

call each other jagiya quite casually

quite suspicious potential gay couple

they’re just not LOUD, but if you take a look closer you’ll notice something… is going on…

talking like everything is normal while their faces are just really close and lips are just inches apart

someone said “they should be banned to interact publicly unless we all gonna have serious problem to our heart,” and that’s true-

attends each others concerts and fangirling over with it

seulgi: *sends lots of pics from japan trip* kiki: why she visiting japan more than me this year 🥲

˖˙ ᰋ 𝒽𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 ── 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌

꣑꣒　　kiki　+　gaeun　──　kieun　...　41%

carats can’t take them without tears 🥹

like they tried to hide how much they care each other during pd48 and succeed with it but that hug? after they find out gaeun couldn’t make a debut? one of the most sick moments in the entire pd history

the experience in pd48 literally traumatized kiki

carats suspected the ranking manipulation in the program caused an eternal beef between some of the topsides in pledis ( including han seongsu himself ) and kiki and that’s not so far from the truth

now it’s rare to see their interactions in public but most of kiki stans are aware of the preciousness in their long term friendship

꣑꣒　　kiki　+　minhyun　──　kinhyun　...　53%

nothing crazy, just good old friends in here ( thank god )

minhyun knows every juicy tea related to kiki like he has the LIST of people who has a crush on her ngl

kiki is still close with all of nu’est boys, kinhyun is the most contacted pair, keep in touch time to time ( i mean they are the og oppas… just bring back nueteen like yeogi ga heavennnnn )

both love reading so exchange the book information they read and talk about it through the text messages entire day

sending the coffee tracks to each other’s drama shooting 100% ( and seungkwan is secretly competing with him haha )

꣑꣒　　kiki　+　yunjin　──　kijin　...　44%

yunjin being the representative of longing kiki committee in the 4th gens 😂 ( like there’s too many idols who look up her as their idol )

they knew each other before the produce 48 program, kept contacting even after yunjin quit the trainee and went back to the state

not she shouting eonniiiii from across the hallway of hybe building and jump up to her back ( and scares the hell out of her lmao )

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🧃🚨 AnnaBitch’s Easter Breakdown:

A Case Study in Desperate PR and Delusional GPS

So after hours of reverse image searching like a CSI tech, tracking airport transfers, monitoring the weather like a retired boomer in Florida, and doing flight math like I was calculating a space launch — I have come to a conclusion. Yes, I’m insane. Yes, I’m a Scorpio. We don’t let things go, we collect chaos like Pokémon, and we require answers with cold, hard evidence and timestamps.

Because AnnaBitch? This chick just tried to convince the internet she’s teleporting across Scandinavia to seduce a man who’s clearly busy being gainfully employed — and I’m here to call bullshit.

✝️ The Long Easter Weekend Where AnnaBitch Tried to One-Up Jesus

So here’s what happened. Strap in.

On Good Friday, Variety publishes a sweet piece on Sebastian’s dad. Touching, right? But then out of nowhere, AnnaBitch slithers into the article like a parasite — her name thrown in like a used tissue. Girl, sit down. It’s not about you.

Next, she reposts the magazine cover to her story with a "red heart" like she wasn’t just shoehorned in there for SEO clicks. Cute attempt. You’re not subtle and you’re definitely not clever.

Then Saturday, People Magazine comes through like the PR lapdog it’s always been, dropping a fluff piece that regurgitates the same “Seb mentioned her” line. (Spoiler: He barely did.) It’s like watching someone scream "I’m relevant!" into a void filled with people blocking her story.

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Let’s not ignore the hard truth: even with this PR flood, AnnaBitch is hemorrhaging followers. She’s dropping hundreds by the day. The general public isn’t falling for the soft-focus stories and desperate reposts. So what does she do?

Cue Deuxmoi, always ready to post someone’s delusions. Suddenly, we’re hit with an “anonymous” tip claiming AnnaBitch and Seb were seen in Amsterdam on Easter Sunday. Like Seb flew out of rural Norway in the middle of filming just to take a sad canal walk with her? Okay, teleportation queen. I guess time and space don’t apply to you.

And then on Easter Monday, her friend posts a crusty, irrelevant photo of Seb wearing a shirt from her brand like it’s supposed to be proof of something.

🎬 Meanwhile, in Reality: Seb Was Working

Meanwhile, back on Earth: Sebastian is still in Norway, working on a film with spotty signal — something his actual co-star confirmed. He didn’t attend The Thunderbolts premiere, because he's still working.

So you expect me to believe he skipped a Marvel premiere but flew to Amsterdam for a Sunday Stroll? Lmao. Be serious.

And then Deuxmoi posts a shaky video of two blobs walking in the distance, claiming it’s “Seb and AnnaBitch.” Sis, you could’ve told me that was Bigfoot and the Easter Bunny, and it would’ve been just as convincing.

💋 And THEN Comes the Cheating Rumor

Just when we think this PR clown car can’t hold another stunt — BOOM — a Twitter rumor drops: AnnaBitch was seen kissing a man who is not Sebastian. I’m not even shocked at this point. Honestly? It’s the first believable thing that’s happened all weekend.

And how does she follow that up? She tries to reclaim the narrative by posting videos today from allegedly Norway.

One from the Faroe Islands around 11AM. Another from Rauma at 2PM. Cute try, but geography isn’t on your side, babe. These two locations are nowhere near each other, and no, you can’t “hop” between them in three hours unless you’re strapped to a Falcon 9 rocket.

Add to that the weather receipts? The lighting, the skies — they match the local forecasts perfectly. Meaning the videos weren’t taken within hours of each other. They were taken on different days. Maybe not even by her. Maybe sent by Sebastian’s team because she begged hard enough.

🗣️ The Desperation is Deafening

Let’s be real. All of this? It’s not a love story. It’s a PR panic spiral.

AnnaBitch wants people to believe she’s with Sebastian because she has nothing else to cling to. Her career? Mid. Her public image? Imploding. Her follower count? Plummeting like crypto in 2022.

She thought a little coordinated PR blitz, some bullshit sightings on a non-credited gossip blog, and a few passive-aggressive stories would convince us that she’s still relevant, still connected, still important. But instead?

She just exposed how not in the picture she really is.

So no, Succubus. You’re not “in Norway with Seb.” You’re in delusion, and your PR team needs a raise (and a reality check).

Scorpio-certified. Case closed.

[agentstarkid]

REDAMANCY ✦ DR3

“The essence of "redamancy", when loving someone, resides in finding oneself wholeheartedly committed to another person. It involves investing time, effort, and emotions to build a relationship based on trust, empathy, and understanding. Redamancy emphasizes the idea of love in its purest form, where both individuals feel valued, supported, and cherished by one another. In this context, loving someone through redamancy means having an unwavering appreciation and admiration for their unique qualities and accepting them as they are, flaws and all. It entails fostering a deep emotional bond that brings joy, warmth, and fulfillment to both individuals involved. Love, translated through redamancy, is an enriching experience that nourishes and uplifts the lives of those involved, creating a sense of security, happiness, and contentment.”

✦ pairing: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader

✦ type: social media au

✦ fc: becky g

✦ warnings: female!reader, covid-19 & quarantine mentions, age gap, language, slight mention of mature themes.

✦ pit wall live: holi babes! WE'RE OFFICIALLY DONE WITH 2020! ��� Tomorrow is my birthday and I'm feeling festive so this is a gift from me to you guys! Thank you for all the love and support 💖 if you haven't already left me one, please consider leaving me a comment to let me know if this whole thing at least makes a bit of sense (I crave validation, guys lmao) and my inbox is always open! I'm super excited for you to get to know Girlie a little bit better! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter because I sure did enjoy making those edits, don't they look so fucking cuteeeeee??? 😩💕

p.s.: keep an eye out for a name that could be important in the future 👀

─── The Joker & The Queen (Masterlist)

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f1gossipofficial NEW WAG ALERT 🚨 After months of speculations, we can finally see them together! Daniel and Y/N arrived at the paddock for the Tuscan GP today and it's fair to say, she knows how to make an entrance 🔥 It's the first time Ricciardo introduces a WAG to the paddock 🥰

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user she's wearing heels and he's still a head taller than her 🥺 THEIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE IS TOO FUCKING CUTE 😭❤️

user she's just a smol 🤏🏻 cinnamon roll ❤️

user2 🐍🐍🐍🐍

user3 what the fuck is she wearing? 😂 she needs to hire a stylist because she looks like a fucking clown. This reflects badly on Daniel 🤮

user she's serving Y2K style 🔥🔥🔥 also why tf would it reflect badly on him the way she dresses??? 🙄 I think she looks gorgeous!

user4 They have been together since January, but the picture of them walking next to each other is like they don't even know each other 😂

user5 can't believe Daniel hasn't dump her unfaithful ass yet 🙄 she must be really good at the things that she does on the mattress 🤮

user the only thing she's probably worth for, he might as well take advantage of it Imao

user6 The amount of hate this girl receives when all she does is just appear, no one knows her personally but ends up throwing opinions based on her looks and a couple of tabloids. Lol. Fangirls are crazy! 😂

user7 noone does it like her 😘

user8 lol he deserves so much better 🤢🐍

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yourinstagram When your birthday gift includes a podium finish you know it's gonna be an unforgettable experience! 🤩 Every year I grow I'm reminded of how precious this life is, thank you all for helping me fill it up with so much love. Your kind words and constant support means everything to me. Thank you so so so much 💕

Don't say it, don't say it, OKAY I'm saying it: I'M FEELING 22!! 😘

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salmahayek Happy birthday hermosa ❤️

danielricciardo Who needs a four-leaf clover when I've got you by my side? Just call me Danny Ricc, the luckiest bloke around! 😎

taylorswift Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing like we're 22! 🥳 Happy happy birthday my angel! There was happiness because of you 🥰

user stop acting all innocent we all know you are a fucking slut

userA yourinstagram we can tell by all the guys you let into your bed 👀

florencepugh Happy birthday to a special soul ❤️

fioamato Happiest 22nd year babe! Wish we could be together to celebrate. Te amo un mundo ❤️

sofiareyes Feliz vida reinotaaaa! 🥳🥰

user2 sos una gran ridícula 🐍

user3 stop shoving it in our faces every 5 minutes jesus christ, we already know the only way you can stay relevant is fucking your way through talented people

reesewhiterspoon Happy birthday to my favorite resident loud persona!

jvn Happiest birthday babe! Becoming friends with you has shown me a strength & kindness that is v rare. You're brave, smart AF, and the talent is next level & quite literally iconic. Grateful to know you & call you a frand!! Love you to pieces Queen! xx

llane Feliz cumpleaños hermanita 🎂 te deseo muchas bendiciones! ❤️

lilymhe as a wise woman once said: It seems like one of those nights, we ditched the whole scene and end up dreaming, instead of sleeping 💘✨

user4 Oh I didn't know it was international snakes day 🐍😂

lewishamilton happy birthday sis 💜 hope you had lots of fun x

instagram birthdays and F1 races make a winning combo

user5 I hope you are aware you're just a bed-warmer until he finds something better 😂

user6 Those who are throwing her hate, is everything okay at home? You must all be excellent people and role models 😂

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DECEMBER 25, 2020

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danielricciardo Merry christmas to all, ya filthy animals! From me and my snuggle buddy 🎄 We've been good... mostly! 😝

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yourinstagram Merry Christmas from our reindeer crew! ❤️🎄

danielricciardo Santa's got it easy this year, because I've already found the perfect gift 😘

natalie_pinkham Cuties ❤️ Merry christmas guys! Sending you all the love ❤️🎄

user THEY LOOK SO FUCKING GOOD UGHH 😍

user1 she's gonna be his downfall 🤢

f1 Merry Christmas to our favorite honey badger 🦨🍯❤️

user2 please Daniel check your eyesight 😭 I mean what did you even see in Y/N

kristenanniebell Merry christmas, guys! Sending lots of love from ours to yours ❤️

user3 La pareja más bonita 😍😍 Merry christmas to us with that first photo

scottyjames31 this got me cheesing hard... I'm a bit worried for Santa if those are his reindeers though 😳

user4 Daniel!! RUN!! Don't get too close to her... she's fucking poison!! Everything she touches rots away 🐍🐍🐍

user5 MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS!! Santa should be delivering my adoption papers to you any moment now ❤️🙈

fabioquartararo20 Merry christmas brother! 🥂❤️

user6 who else lives through celebrities holiday posts? Buon Natale, Daniel and Y/N 💚

user7 dude, based on the recent news lately popping up on my feed (that I did not even care to know about), I hope you get yourself to an std clinic to get tested. I see you are in your russian roulet phase- no judgement. sincerely, I wish you the best

user8 this comment section reeks of jealousy it does not pass the vibe check at. all. 😤😤😤 it's fucking christmas guys, what the fuck is wrong with y'all leave them the fuck alone!

user9 they are so many wonderful and interesting people in the world, but you chose Y/N... disappointing. You could sincerely do so much better

user10 Love it or hate it, they are living their best life. Haters can keep commenting, but they're just a bunch of jealous basic bitches lmao ANYWAYS, MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS! Keep being fucking iconic! ❤️

user11 To all the haters out there, keep commenting. Love knows no bounds and Daniel deserves exactly who he's chosen 😘

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yourinstagram Moving towards 2021 with a better mindset. Keep practicing kindness every day, guys! 💖🤗🤭

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itsvittoriasousa Queen of positivity 💁🏻‍♀️💗😘

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zendaya the vibes are immaculate 💅🏻

lali Y QUE SE CALLE EL DECORADO 😝 Te adoro nena ❤️

user1 No me canso de verlo 😂

iamdannaschwarz A lot of palo santo to cleanse, purify and remove all negativity 🪔🧿😌🤍

user2 Por qué tan hermosaaaaaa 😍😍😍

user3 It's the palo santo and the big echeveria for me lol

user4 Love your attitude

karolg Positively divinaaa! Toda una BICHOTA 💁🏻‍♀️💗

user5 Keep it up, Queen!! Let your light blind all those negative nellies 😌 You're shinning brighter than the sun ☀✨

user6 you can't tell me her and Dan are not meant to be 😂 I bet they are so much fun to be around 🤭

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[sansaorgana]

— FAMILY SECRET

CO-WRITTEN WITH @solomons-finest-rum

🚨 This fanfic is a repost from 16 Aug 2022 from my different blog. I kept the Author's Note and everything from the fic the same as it was back then.

PAIRING — Jack Nelson x Susan Nelson (OC) // Alfie Solomons x Rosemary Nelson/Solomons (OC)

SUMMARY — Mr. and Mrs. Nelson throw a party after their youngest daughter’s Baptism ceremony when two uninvited guests decide to interrupt the event. Turns out that Mr. Nelson has been hiding a scandalous secret from everyone… his sister. Now she’s back, married and ready to take revenge.

AUTHOR’S NOTE [16 Aug 2022] — It’s an idea by my bestie @solomons-finest-rum but she insisted that I should write it, so here we go...  It’s so different from the stuff I usually create that it was super fun to write!

WARNINGS — mentions of lobotomy

WORD COUNT — 3,150

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

FAMILY SECRET

Although it was already sixth child of Mr. and Mrs. Nelson, the day was still exciting for the both of them and all their friends and family. The Baptism ceremony of little Priscilla was much more than a religious milestone in her life; it was an important event for Boston’s society. Absolutely everyone was invited – politicians, high ranked officers, businessmen, bankers, brokers and even a few befriended journalists. Mr. Nelson loved to show off his big family and he never failed to make a point that whichever child they were presenting at the moment – was not their last.

All the boys had brand new suits just like their father and all the girls had white dresses just like their mother to remind everyone of their innocence and good intentions. An image of a perfect Catholic family that no one would dare to disrespect and everyone wanted to be like.

Mrs. Susan Nelson’s dress was perhaps white and quite humble but it was obvious that it had to cost a fortune just like all the alcohol and huge cakes at the party taking place after the church’s ceremony at the Nelson’s mansion in the outskirts of the city.

Little Priscilla was never a fussy baby, she was peacefully sleeping in her mother’s arms when her father was receiving all the congratulations and blessings… Also, most importantly, lots of expensive gifts.

“The mayor has gifted us a diamond necklace,” Jack leaned in to whisper into his wife’s ear.

“Is he mad? Priscilla is not even one year old!”

“Oh, of course,” Jack rolled his eyes, “we will give it to her when she is older. For now, you can wear it.”

“Oh, fine then,” Susan nodded at him and smiled widely.

She was quite a simple woman that Jack had married before getting this amount of rich, therefore he preferred her not to open her mouth during the events unless she wanted to agree on anything he was saying. He loved his wife but she wasn’t exactly the most presentable type when it came to that. She looked like an absolute gem in all the expensive dresses that were tight on her almost always round stomach, showing off his vigor and fertility in front of the society… but when it came to opening her mouth, Jack preferred for her to keep it shut when they were around important people.

“Mommy! Mommy!” six years old Cynthia approached her mother and started to tug on her dress. “Oh, please, can I go upstairs to my room and play with the new dolls Priscilla got?”

She had known already that her sister was too young to play with them, therefore they belonged to her and her sisters now.

“Absolutely not!” Susan Nelson scolded her and adjusted sleeping Priscilla in her arms. “It is the party after your sister’s Baptism ceremony! You have to stay here and entertain the guests.”

“How can I even entertain them, mother?” Cynthia pouted.

“Psst, Heather. Heather!” Susan waved her hand at the eight years old. “Come here.”

“Yes, mommy?”

“Go, play a song on the piano and Cynthia will sing for us,” Susan proposed, excitedly.

“Goodness, no,” Jack gave her a stern look. “Absolutely not.”

“What do you mean?! They’re very talented, it’s always a sensation! I am sure that our guests cannot wait for our daughters’ performance!” Susan scolded him.

Jack chuckled ironically and cleared his throat so everyone would look at him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I would love to present to you my two absolutely adorable daughters who – believe me or not – are not only pretty but also bloody talented…” he started and people laughed.

“Jack!” Susan hissed at him. “Language!”

Cynthia and Heather bowed down in front of everyone and they ran to the piano, preparing themselves for the performance.

“What will you sing, Miss Nelson?” one of the men asked.

“She might sing but it’s going to be me playing, Mr. Mason!” Heather reminded him and everyone laughed.

“Of course, Miss Heather. What will you two perform, I mean.”

“Sing something religious!” Susan proposed enthusiastically but to her surprise everyone winced.

“No, no, Mrs, Nelson, please…” the voices surrounded her and she looked down.

“Sing the National Anthem,” Jack nodded at Cynthia, already grabbing a drink to be able to bear with that performance. “Because our family loves America and everything America represents, don’t we?”

“Yes, daddy. I love America,” Cynthia batted her eyelashes and everyone went “awww” at that.

That was of course a game but six years old Cynthia was a perfect player. It seemed like she had always known how to pick up any game her father had been coming up with. He loved all his children the same but Cynthia was – so far – his greatest pride out of all the girls. Heather was too delicate, he would marry her off to some good man who would take care of her but Cynthia was born to shine.

Only time would tell what Priscilla would become.

The boys were a completely different story. They were all trying their best to be just like their father and Jack was sure that he was raising future fighters.

However, he prayed for something to happen at this very moment. Something that would save his ears from Heather’s piano skills and Cynthia’s “O Say, Can You See…?”.

Wishing for that something to happen, he could never predict the event that would occur, though.

“Mr. Nelson, I am sorry, I was trying to stop them by the door…!” one of the terrified maids ran inside the room and everyone looked at her.

“What are you talking about?” Jack gave her a stern look.

“I am so sorry, they…”

The door opened loudly and two uninvited guests went inside the room. Jack felt his heart freezing inside his chest at the sight.

A young woman in a long, black dress, with ruby red lips curved into a contemptuous smirk. Her manicured hand was placed around a man’s arm. The man himself looked extraordinary, too. He was wearing black clothes as well and a hat. In his free hand he was holding a cane and his beard looked pretty ungroomed. However, it was visible that his clothes did not belong to a tramp or a beggar. He was a man of wealth.

“Shalom!” he opened his arm in front of Jack and terrified Susan trying to shush Priscilla who had just started to scream and cry, which was so unusual of her.

“O say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light…” Cynthia started nevertheless but Heather’s firm stare made the girl stop and swallow thickly before looking down.

“Rosemary…” Jack whispered, still staring at the woman.

“Nice to see you, too, brother,” Rosemary snorted. “I was quite hurt, I have to admit, that I haven’t received an invitation to your child’s Baptism ceremony,” she faked sadness. “To none of the ceremonies, to be exact.”

“What… What are you doing here?” Jack squeezed the glass in his hand.

“Jack, for the love of God, who is that?!” Susan handed Priscilla to a maid and stood next to her husband. “What is happening?!”

“Oh, he hasn’t told you?” Rosemary tilted her head. “Why would he tell you about his sister after all…”

“Sister?!” Susan’s eyes widened and all the guests looked at each other.

“Yes, sister,” Rosemary let go of the man’s arm and approached her brother and his wife slowly. Susan swallowed thickly and hid behind her husband’s back. “The one who caused scandal after scandal so eventually my beloved brother’s patience ran out… And he locked her in an asylum, didn’t he?” she stopped right in front of Jack’s furious face.

“It is my daughter’s Baptism ceremony party. You really didn’t have to ruin that day for her,” he drawled out through his gritted teeth.

“Oh, I doubt little Priscilla will remember that day,” Rosemary smirked. “You should be happy, brother!” she screamed out loud. “The lobotomy you planned for me didn’t take place because Mr. Solomons,” she pointed at the man who had arrived with her, “helped me to escape the institution and we got married right after. Now it’s him deciding about my fate and not you, dear brother.”

“Solomons…?” one of the men asked carefully. “Is he family with those Solomons supplying Boston with narcotics?!”

“Awful people!” Susan Nelson suddenly gained the courage to take a step ahead and speak up. “I am one of the founding members of the society’s club opposing the Solomons’ drug business. They sell narcotics to our children and poison the streets of Boston with opium!”

“Oh, come on, lady,” Mr. Solomons opened his arms and chuckled, “we both know, right, that my family got the opium only because my friend Mr. Shelby fooled your husband. It was actually Mr. Nelson who was supposed to supply Boston streets with the narcotics and after his failure he decided to use you and all his friend gathered here to start a legal war on drugs in this city but his real purpose, you see, is to get rid of my family after his ego got hurt badly.”

Everyone gasped and Susan’s eyes widened even further.

“Ah, apparently, you did not know. Pardon,” Mr. Solomons bowed his head down.

“Jack…?!” Susan looked at her husband but it seemed like his face lost all the color. “Jack…!”

He dropped the glass with whiskey, which shattered on the marble floor.

“My goodness, he’s about to have a heart attack!” Mrs. Nelson helped her husband to sit down on one of the armchairs. “Doctor! We need a doctor!”

One of the men emerged from the crowd while Rosemary kept circling around the tables with the cakes and champagne glasses like an animal hunting its prey. Her eyes were focused on her brother and the smirk never left her ruby red lips.

All the guests were gone and probably gossipping all over town already. Jack was still sitting in the same armchair, pale as a ghost. He was given a medicine by Doctor Parton who had assured Mrs. Nelson that her husband would not have a heart attack… At least not on that day.

All the Nelson children except for little Priscilla were sitting on a long sofa and watching the situation with huge eyes while their mother kept crouching down next to her husband’s armchair and caressing his cheeks to calm him down.

Rosemary and Mr. Solomons were eating one of the cakes by the table.

“Are you our aunt?” Richard asked first. He was the eldest and he felt the responsibility to eventually break the awkward silence.

“Richard, don’t,” Susan scolded him silently.

“Richard?” Rosemary snorted at that and looked down at the boy. “So, what do they call you? Dicky?”

“Rosemary,” Jack spoke up finally, “enough. He’s a child.”

“What’s wrong with being called Dicky?” Richard asked.

“I’m William!” the younger boy raised his hand, wanting some of the attention.

“Willy then?” Rosemary kept teasing. “And what’s his name? Peter?”

“How did you know?!” William gasped since little Peter was too little to speak.

“Maybe I’m a witch,” Rosemary chuckled.

“Being a witch is a sin!” Heather pointed out and Cynthia pushed her.

“Don’t be stupid! You can’t say such things out loud in front of her!” her younger sister scolded her.

“And you, sir? Are you our uncle?” Richard pointed at Mr. Solomons.

“Absolutely bloody not!” Susan squealed and stood up rapidly.

“Mummy!” Heather gasped. “Language!”

“Oh, please! Our reputation is already in shreds after that stunt!” Susan clenched her fists and gave her sister-in-law a furious glance.

“So you care more about your reputation than the fact that your husband wanted his own sister to have a lobotomy?” Rosemary smirked.

“Well, as we can see, he had his reasons!”

“How did you two even meet, huh?” Jack came back to his senses and stood up as well before pointing his fingers at Rosemary and Mr. Solomons.

“Alfie was a patient, too. He was there to cure his alcohol addiction,” Rosemary explained and shrugged her arms.

“I highly recommend, mate,” Mr. Solomons gave Jack a contemptuous smirk.

“You…” Jack pointed his finger at the man and he would jump to his throat if it hadn’t been for his wife holding him back. “You better shut your mouth up, you…”

“Oh, please, Jack,” Rosemary rolled her eyes while interrupting his outburst of anger, “can we skip the part where you blurt out all the insults and slurs and finally get to the point?”

“And what exactly is your point?!” Susan screamed at her. “Because I think you have already achieved your goal, which was to ruin our family’s reputation! Congratulations, well done!”

“Oh, my dear sister-in-law, you’re too dramatic. They will say that Jack has a crazy sister that escaped the asylum. It’s not exactly his fault, is it? Nothing’s ruined yet…”

“It is!” Susan angrily stamped her foot and Rosemary laughed at that. “Richard won’t become the President of the United States when the whole of America finds out about this scandal!” she burst into tears and sat down on the armchair before hiding her face in her hands.

“Is she serious about that?” Rosemary pointed at her with her thumb.

“Absolutely, my dear, I’m afraid,” Mr. Solomons nodded and took another bite of cake.

“Mommy, don’t cry!” Cynthia approached her mother and hugged her head. “Being a President is not the best job anyway! Look at Abraham Lincoln! It wasn’t good for him, was it?”

“Yes, yes, you’re right, Cynthia, darling…” Susan sniffled her tears back and took the handkerchief offered to her by Heather.

Jack took a deep breath in and sighed.

“So, we are family now, Solomons,” he started.

“Only on paper. If you want to call yourself my brother-in-law, you have to earn that, mate,” Alfie informed him sternly.

“Earn that?!” Rosemary’s eyes widened. “Alfie, we came here to tell him that we are going to destroy his business! You cannot possibly forgive him for the fact that he wanted to…”

Mr. Solomons raised one of his hands to shush his wife and then he rested it on his cane and squinted his eyes while staring at Jack.

“I think we both can prosper if we join our forces together, don’t you think, Nelson?” he asked and Rosemary gasped before crossing her arms.

“How? My wife is a founding member of the club that wants to legally get rid of your family from this city. I can’t join you now,” Jack sat down by the table and Rosemary ostentatiously left it the very moment.

“No one has to know we work together and actually, that little club… It can be useful, you just listen to me…” Mr. Solomons lowered his voice and Jack leaned in.

Rosemary sighed and crouched down next to the armchair.

“I’m sorry, Susan… But as your daughter said, being a President is not the best job there is. I might have saved your son’s life actually, who knows…?”

“Should have saved your breath instead!” the lady of the house sobbed.

“My name is Cynthia,” the girl introduced herself. “And this is my sister Heather. The one baptized today is named Priscilla.”

“Such remarkable names,” Rosemary smirked.

“My mummy chose the girls’ names and daddy chose the boys’ names,” Heather explained.

“When I was in the asylum, there was an old woman named Cynthia. She was screaming bloody murder all night long and snoring all day in a rocking chair,” Rosemary laughed.

“Oh, that’s so unlike me, aunt Rosemary!” Cynthia giggled. “I’m a good girl. In fact, I’m daddy’s favorite!” she added with pride.

“No, you’re not, you goose!” Heather pushed her. “Daddy doesn’t have favorites.”

Rosemary smiled sadly and straightened her back before approaching the table once again. Her husband looked engaged in a conversation with her brother.

“Jack,” she put her hands on his chair and he looked up at her, “you have lovely children.”

He laughed at that. Rosemary had never been known for adoring kids. Quite the opposite.

“I mean it,” she added with a hint of melancholy. “Doesn’t mean I want my own but I am happy that you’ve got yours. They love you and you love them… You love your family, Jack. Why couldn’t you love me…?” she tried her best to not to cry but she couldn’t stop her voice from breaking.

“I could ask you the same thing, Rosemary. I’ve been asking you many times to behave properly, you knew how important that was for me and your last stunt before I put you in that place… You know very well you did that on purpose. You wanted to ruin me so I took my advantage of being your brother and ruined you before you would do the same to me. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t do the exact same thing if you were me, because I won’t believe that. We are both Nelsons and it has always been nothing but a cruel game between us.”

They both turned around to see Richard and William trying to calm the fighting girls down. They were still having an argument about being daddy’s favorite but their brothers tried to resolve the conflict.

“We could have been like them,” Rosemary pointed out.

“Could have but you’re batshit crazy, sister.”

“And you’re an ass.”

“Either way, it was a very pleasant party,” Mr. Solomons stood up and put his hat back. “Despite the lack of the invitation, I hope it won’t happen again,” he smiled fakely at Jack and extended his arm towards his wife. “Rosemary, my dear…?”

She took him by the arm to leave the Nelson’s mansion.

“Are you crazy?! You want to work with him now after everything he has done…?!” Rosemary couldn’t wait until they’d be inside the car.

“Don’t be stupid, Rosemary. I’m deceiving him, can’t you see? We’re going to destroy him, absolutely, bloody smash him to the ground and make him suffer, you bloody witch you. They should name a hurricane after you, you know that, my love?” Alfie opened the door of the car in front of his wife.

“Now I do,” Rosemary chuckled as her eyes sparkled.

Meanwhile, inside the house, all the children left the room already to play but Susan Nelson kept crying in the armchair. Jack crouched down and squeezed her hand in his.

“My dear, enough of the tears now,” he lifted her chin up with his free hand. She looked deep into his eyes and sniffled. “I have a plan, my love, don’t you worry. We are going to destroy the Solomons, I promise you that.”

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OMG It’s You…(Part 7)

YouTube!Fem reader x Stray Kids

Summary: Y/N’s YouTube channel is taking off after her reactions to Stray Kids MV God’s Menu. Now she’s making videos nonstop along with working a full time job. What would happen if she got offered a job of a lifetime and met the boys of her succession?

⚠️Warnings⚠️:Arguing,Chan having dark thoughts, thoughts of killing himself, not feeling good enough, Lee Know teasing reader😏 (let me know if I missed anything)

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(A/N: 🚨🚨🚨ATTENTION 🚨🚨🚨: All text messages are at the bottom of the post. Since Tumblr will not let me post this THE WAY I WANT TO. I have to do it this way. I will put a () to indicate where the text messages is SUPPOSED TO BE so you can scroll down to look at them. (I’m fine. I’m cool){I’M NOT FINE} Happy reading!)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 2.5 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

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Third Person POV

After watching Y/N's video, Changbin turned to his leader, their expressions reflecting a mix of emotions. “Wait, so it's true? You never liked her from the beginning. Is that why you always avoided talking about her? Were you jealous of someone being similar to you?” All eyes are on Chan and in this moment he wishes the floor beneath him would open up and swallow him. “Didn't you like her from the start? You mentioned how much you appreciated her motherly demeanor.” Hyunjin is the next one to speak up. It’s like every word he wants to say withers on his tongue. A few of the younger members are shaking their heads, while one in particular is gazing intently at his Hyung.

"I thought you promised not to bring that up in your letter to her," Felix said, eyes fixed on him. "What's going on? Did you know he never really liked her all this time?" Han blurted out, clearly shocked by the unfolding drama.

“He told me everything, from the start-up to now. When I had last spoken to him he told me he wasn’t going to put that in the letter.” He pivots back to his Leader. "What's different?" All eyes snap back to him. “I decided to be completely honest with her. She always valued honesty over anything else, and I knew she would prefer me to be upfront rather than lie or hide the truth. I was fully aware that it might not be well-received.” His gaze returns to the screen, where Y/N's smile shines through.

"It's hard to believe that she can forgive me for what I've done. I feel terrible knowing that I've caused her pain. It's especially painful to realize that she held onto Wolf Chan as if her life depended on it. And now, I've shattered the trust she had in me. All because I let my jealousy get the best of me over a girl that Stays couldn't stop talking about. I see now that they were just trying to share the story of a fan who loves and supports us, but I twisted it into an emotion that I never should have felt." He looks down at his hands, feeling regretful.

“I was aware of the potential risks when I wrote that letter. I knew that if she decided to share it publicly, there might be people who would criticize me for expressing my thoughts. Nevertheless, she bravely asked her audience not to react with hate towards me.”

As he looks back at his team, he's greeted with a mix of emotions. One person, in particular, has been quiet throughout. It's difficult to believe that his leader has been feeling jealous of Y/N. "I didn't confide in any of you because I know how much you all care about her. Maybe I should have."

"Maybe you should have," Lee Know's words hung in the air, capturing everyone's attention. "I thought you liked her, but now I don't know what to believe. How long did you not like her before you started liking her?" All eyes turned to their Hyung, waiting for an answer.

Anticipation hung in the air as everyone waited for their leader's response. Finally, the answer came: “Six months.”

"SIX MONTHS?!" Changbin and Han exclaimed in unison. Their leader nodded solemnly. All the boys shook their heads in disbelief. "Chan Hyung," the hyung in question looked at his Maknae. "I think I can speak for everyone here when I say we expected better from you. We've always looked to you for guidance, and the one time we were looking forward to something, you go and ruin it with a letter. I hope you're happy." I.N. stood up to leave, and the rest of the group followed suit, leaving only two people behind.

Chan was bracing himself for the inevitable and was ready to bear the weight of the shame and guilt directed at him. Lee Know struggled to contain his anger, but as he sat in the presence of his Hyung, his rage only intensified. He hurriedly got up and distanced himself from Chan. The only person left was Chan's Aussie brother.

Despite feeling upset about his leader’s behavior, Felix chose not to hold any grudges against him. He understands that everyone experiences emotions differently and believes in showing compassion towards others. “They’ll come around.” Chan's mind was lost when a sudden voice made him jump. “Lee Know, probably not so much, but the others will come around. They’re just appalled that not only did you lie, but you kept this from them.”

Chan remained silent, and Felix hadn't anticipated a response. As Felix departed, Chan was left in solitude with his tumultuous thoughts, reminiscent of his early days as a trainee. It had been a while since Chan had been alone with his thoughts in such a disquieting manner. ‘Why didn't I open up to my members about my feelings? Why did I let others' opinions affect me? And why did I confess to the one person I was excited to meet that I couldn't stand her?’ The negative thoughts continued to spiral out of control. ‘You were never fit to be a leader. You lost all the trust you’ve earned over a girl because you got jealous. You should have killed yourself when you had the chance.’ Chan's phone suddenly rings with an unfamiliar number. Without hesitation, he slides the button and answers.

“Hello?”

“I was wondering if you were still alive.” That voice. It’s the same voice as the one they just heard. Chan had forgotten he had left his number for her in case she wanted to talk. He didn’t expect her to call so soon. Any negative thoughts he had vanished, replaced by a rush of anxiety.

“Chris? Are you there?” Realizing he hadn’t responded, he finally replied.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m here. I just, uh, forgot that I left my number for you. I didn’t expect you to call this soon.” Y/N's laughter on the other end causes Chan's heart to race excitedly.

“Well, I didn’t expect to get a phone number anyway.” She hesitates, and Chan instinctively holds his breath, anticipating the impending strike.

“You have such a natural talent with words. Has anyone ever told you that?” Chan takes a deep breath and slowly shuts his eyes.

"I debated whether to tell you, but I know you appreciate honesty," Y/N nodded, even though he couldn't see her.

“I understand. I didn't anticipate one of my Biases feeling jealous of me. I'm sure the Stays didn't intend to contribute, but their actions may have unknowingly affected the situation.”

"I'm realizing that I made a mistake. I didn't understand what Stays was trying to convey. It felt like they were belittling me and praising you. But I now see that wasn't the intention at all. I regret feeling that way towards you when you've done nothing wrong. I'm truly sorry, Y/N." She heard sniffles on the other end and immediately sprang into action.

“No, Chan, please don’t get upset. I’m not mad, okay? Confused definitely but I’m not mad or angry at you. Please don’t cry. I don’t want you crying over something like this. It’s not worth it.” It almost seemed like nothing she was telling him worked. She felt like she only had one other option.

What if we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine

Nothing could keep us apart

You’d be the one I was meant to find

Chan's tears cease as he listens to a beautiful voice singing - it's Y/N. Her singing, one of his favorite songs, fills him with courage, and he joins in.

It’s up to you and it’s up to me

No one can say what we get to be

So why don’t we rewrite the stars?

Maybe the world could be ours tonight

They finished the song together, and Chan felt a weight lift off his shoulders. For a brief moment, he almost forgot why he was upset. Just as he started to sink back into that dark place, Y/N spoke up.

“I want you to know that you're not alone, Chan. I understand that your boys may be upset with you right now, but I believe they'll come around.” He scuffs lightly.

“You’re starting to sound like Felix.”

"Just know that we can both work through this together. We're in different time zones, but I'm here for you. If I can't respond immediately, I promise to reply as soon as possible. Don't let negative thoughts take over, Chris. You have the strength to conquer them. I'll be your cheerleader, rooting for you every step of the way." Chan's laughter fills the room for the first time in a while.

“Are you going to wear a uniform when you’re cheering for me?” He teases her.

“I don't have one, but I’ll make sure to go buy one just for you.”

(First three pics of Chan)

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As time passed, they kept in touch as much as possible. Gradually, his members started to come back around, realizing that their leader had his shortcomings and felt awful after they walked out. However, one person still kept their distance from him: Lee Know.

Chan anticipated this situation, but he felt unsure how to handle it. He pondered whether he should address the issue at all. Eventually, Chan resolved to converse with his mischievous bunny, Minho. However, he promised himself he wouldn't press the issue if Minho were unwilling to talk.

(Last two pics of Chan)

Guess what? Lee Know was doing better than expected. Lee Minho was doing more than okay - he was doing great!

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After turning off her camera, Y/N returned to the items the boys had given her. To her surprise, instead of just one phone number, she had received two of them – one from Chan and one from Minho. The realization made her heart flutter with happiness. Y/N prided herself on not holding grudges against people, significantly if they had never wronged her. While it had been painful to read Chan's letter, she tried to empathize with his perspective. She couldn't fully comprehend his actions but could at least grasp what might have transpired.

She couldn't shake the feeling that the boys might be unaware of Chan's true feelings. She hoped they wouldn't be too harsh on him. She also worried about the fans lashing out at him for speaking his mind. After sorting through all the packages and organizing them into piles for upcoming videos, she decided to text both boys or at least she thought she did.

She debated whether to text or call and whether to contact one or both. After half an hour, she chose to call Chan. She was worried about him, and her concerns were justified. She wished she could be there to comfort him. When he started crying and couldn't console him, she decided to sing to lift his spirits. At that moment, her singing ability didn't matter; what mattered was helping him.

After speaking with Chan, she made up her mind to text Minho. She pondered whether they were both aware of sharing their numbers with her or if it was a mutual decision. The tone of Chan's voice suggested that Lee Know was taking it the hardest.

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She didn't hear from him until the next day after waking up. She smiled and sent a reply. (First two of Minho) They would text each other about what she was up to and what he was cooking for dinner. He even started sending her pictures of the delicious food he makes and his adorable kids. (Last three of Minho) He was on the verge of forgetting why he was furious with Hyung until she casually mentioned him during their phone conversation.

“I’ve meant to ask you this for a while, but I keep forgetting.” He smiles as he listens to the sound of her voice.

“Go on. Ask me whatever you want to know.”

“How’s Chan been doing? I haven’t heard you mention anything about him since I first contacted you.” Lee Know froze and blinked rapidly, feeling overwhelmed and anxious.

“I don’t know. Haven’t talked to him recently.” His words came out stiffly. From her recent chat with the leader, Y/N knew he hadn't approached Chan yet. She didn't want to pressure Minho to speak with Chan, but she also couldn't let things stay as they were.

"Okay, I was just concerned. I didn't know if something had happened. That's why I asked." She says in a gentle tone. Lee Know let out a heavy sigh, and she sensed his unease.

“Minho? Is everything okay?”

“No, it’s not okay.”

“What’s wrong? You’re not hurt or anything, right?” He smiles at her, worrying.

“I'm alright, but the group disagreed, and things haven't been the same since.”

“What's the story? If it's too personal, feel free to keep it to yourself.” Lee Know felt a strong desire to kiss Y/N. He would have acted on it if it weren't for the distance between them.

“It happened because of you.”

“Me?! Why me?!” He proceeded to describe what happened after they finished watching the video. He talked about how he stormed out in anger, feeling the urge to punch Chan Hyung but managing to restrain himself. Instead, he released his frustration on a punching bag.

“Everyone else has made up with him, but I haven’t.”

“What’s stopping you?” He struggled to answer that one question. His frustration would bubble up again whenever he tried to think about it.

“A lot of things. That’s all I’m going to say about it.”

“Alright, I hope I'm not prying, but I want to ensure you guys don't end up falling out.” She pauses before continuing, “I understand this may be difficult to hear, but sometimes issues like this don't resolve independently. Having an open conversation with Chan and expressing your feelings might be necessary. I know how much you care about Chan, and I'm sure whatever occurred has strained your relationship. It would be best to address this before it becomes even more difficult to fix. Just a little advice from someone who cares about you.” Lee Know's face lights up with a subtle smile. “You're under no obligation to take my advice, but addressing the issue now might be more beneficial than putting it off.”

Lee Know was sitting on his bed, wrestling with whether to approach Chan or put it off for another day. He appreciated Y/N's efforts to mend things, even though it wasn't her issue to fix. He didn't want to dismiss her good intentions, but deep down, he knew she was right. With the Maniac comeback in full swing, it was essential for them to reconcile and move ahead together.

Lee Know finally decides to take action so they can both concentrate on what's important. As Lee Know strides towards the door and reaches for the knob, he is taken aback to find his Leader standing there, hand poised to knock. They lock eyes, and Chan slowly lowers his hand. "Hey, I was just coming to see if you wanted to talk."

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talk so sweet when you’re doing bad things

✨Pairing✨: inmate!softdark!Steve Rogersxpsychiatrist!black!reader

Summary🪄: Your pining isn’t in vain

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS!, oral (m!receiving), unprotected happy adult times (please be safe out there guys and girls!), language, obsessive like behavior, implied stalking, mention of masturbation (f!receiving)

A/N🎤: ✨HAPPY SPOOKY SEASON🎃!!✨ this is my submission to the Horny Hoes Hootenanny hosted by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork and @yenzys-lucky-charm and I hope you guys like what I came up with☺️! Also please support the other works for this event and even submit your own if you feel inclined💕!

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Dialogue Prompt: “Don’t act all innocent when we both know where your mouth just was”

Tropes/Situational Prompt: the villain/monster has feelings (or thots) for you

You didn’t have to hear a name to know which escaped inmate the news anchors were currently talking about.

“Blonde white male, blue eyes, 6’3, considered highly dangerous.”

You knew him very well having had him as a patient for about a year now. Pretty much the same amount of time his hulking body - yet soft features - has plagued your dreams and hidden fantasies. That first night it happened, your imagination vividly playing in your resting mind how his thick fingers would touch you just right to have you writhing and moaning for more, you were…flustered.

It wasn’t the first time - and probably wouldn’t be the last - that a patient made a surprise appearance in one of your dreams. Details and analysis from earlier sessions still fresh in your subconscious and lingering into your resting state. It was how you felt afterwards though, that told you this instance was far different. You desperately - and a little shamefully - wished you could sink back into that erotic dreamland when you awoke throbbing and needy from the scenes now branded in your memory. Sometimes you even found yourself daydreaming about his muscular, tattooed arms wrapped tightly around you. His soft lips gently pecking along your face before journeying down your heated body to where you wanted him most. That dark beard scratching and tickling your inner thighs until it ultimately became soaked.

Although that hidden primal urge wanted differently, every day after you expertly maintained your professionalism during your sessions with him. Carefully dissecting his words and explanations to make sure he wasn’t a danger to himself or others - well, no more than what other people already believed that is.

However one day, something shifted.

Gone was his reserved attitude - clearly deciding whether to fully trust you - and instead, a man who seemed…one step ahead. Dare you say a little smug. Admittedly, this new aura had a familiar warmth spreading along your lower abdomen causing your thighs to squeeze together as you slightly shifted in your seat.

“So, how are you today Mr. Rogers?,” you asked turning to a fresh sheet of paper in your spiral notebook.

He sighs, briefly widening his thick legs as he gets comfortable. His tattooed hand scratching along his bearded jaw. “Good as I can be. And I think we’ve known each other long enough that you can call me Steve.”

“Is that what you would prefer?”

For the first time, a hint of a smirk paints his pink lips thinking of a few names he’d prefer you call him. It’s unknown to you though as your hand moves along the page scribbling notes. “Makes things more comfortable right?”

Finally you look up from your writing to meet an intensity in his sea like eyes you’ve never experienced. You can’t look away though as you feel yourself slowly become flustered. “Are you not comfortable during our sessions..Steve?”

He pauses for a moment simply letting his eyes roam along your features - as if analyzing you for a change - before leaning forward with elbows on his knees. “What’re you writing?”

“Just observations. Notes for your file.”

“We can’t make our own notes?”

“Um..of course. I would actually suggest journaling as a way to manage your emotions; your thoughts. Keeping up with other suggestions from our sessions you might find helpful.”

“And my own observations,” he adds leaning back in his chair. “Like you.”

“What exactly do you mean ‘like me’?”

“Like how you seem…different. Bothered maybe.” You subtly try to calm your increasing pulse as he crosses his arms across his chest. His muscles straining against the white tee that have you near dripping already. Swirls of black ink forming various pictures and cursive words on his arms teasingly persuading you to kiss each one.

There’s no way he could tell was there?

“Thank you for inquiring, but this session is about you Steve,” you answer closing the notebook in your lap. “And as a warning, that question is ina-,”

“Must be tiring though. Always doing for others, yet no one there for you.” Steve’s tongue peeks out ever so gently wetting his lips. “No one to take care of you.”

“I’m an adult. I care for myself.”

“My point exactly.” Steve’s head just barely tilts while his vice drops an octave lower. “We both know everyone shouldn’t do everything alone.”

“I think we’re done here,” you quickly respond so he couldn’t go farther and crumble your resolve. “Have a good day Mr. Rogers.”

There’s a slight mischievous tilt to his lips as he stands. Cords of muscles moving under his shirt with such a subtle movement. His hands clasp in front of him turning to walk towards the door where a guard always waited to escort him back to his cell, and you can’t help but silently admire the expanse of his backside. From his broad shoulders to his thick thighs, the sight causes that pulse between your legs to start again.

“You too” is all he says once he’s near the door, but his earlier words leave a lasting impression throughout your day. You can’t seem to focus on your other clients constantly thinking of his deep voice, his pink lips, the intense way he looked at you that wasn’t uncomfortable but made you feel seen.

That night was the fastest you’ve ever came - squeezing and clutching around the rubber toy inside you so hard you genuinely thought there’d be an indentation when you finally pulled it from your messy core.

Something also snapped in you, wanting - needing - to know if Steve was just as good as you fantasized. That’s admittedly how your arrangement began, first sweet talking the guard into taking his lunch earlier after overhearing his child was sick. “He hasn’t had any violent acts in a little over a year. His file can attest that he’s currently not a danger. I’ll be fine, your kid needs you.” Reluctantly, he followed your suggestion but would of course try to be back in time for transport.

“You call if anything goes left, alright? Remember your panic button,” the man, maybe 10 years older, states peering dead center into your pupils so you’d know he was serious and he’d know you were listening. A quick nod sends him on his way to retrieve Steve; leaving you to mentally prepare yourself for what was to come.

A smirk tugs on his lips once the door closes behind him. His deep blue eyes raking up and down your seated body; appreciating the black, knee-length pencil skirt you chose to wear rather than your typical slacks. “Good afternoon Steve.”

“Afternoon,” he replies slightly tilting his head forward in greeting. “Since we’re still meeting, I take it what I said wasn’t all that bad. That you might’ve even agreed with me..”

Fast forward, your secret rendezvouses were still going strong. You on your knees for him just as you were that first day gladly bobbing up and down his throbbing length. Your hand not clutching his thigh twisting and rubbing what you couldn’t reach.

“This is how you act a week without me huh?,” he smirks with his larger hand clutching the back of your neck. When you peer up at him through wet lashes - moaning as you nod your head - he nearly comes undone cursing under his breath as the veins in his neck distend in that way you love so much.

Just as you feel him twitch in your mouth, he’s quick to pull you off causing you to gasp for breath as he maneuvers you to your feet. Turning you so your back would hit the wall as he hurriedly pushes your dress up over your hips. As usual, he’s met with your bare center glistening and ready for him.

“Fuck..need to be inside you,” Steve whispers against your lips before claiming your mouth as he’s done plenty times before. His tongue easily dominating yours only makes you wetter and thighs feel sticky.

“Steve please,” you pout. “Fill me up.” His hand grips under your knee simultaneously lifting and spreading you so he could slide in. His member thick, red, and leaking when he pulls down his orange pants. Luckily Steve wasn’t in the teasing mood, roughly entering your needy hole and making you loudly moan before his mouth was covering yours again.

“You’re gonna get us caught sweetheart,” he chuckles kissing along your jaw and neck. “Then again, maybe that’s what you want.” His pace begins to quicken as your hands clutch his shoulders and fingernails dig into his skin causing him to groan. “Want someone to see how good I make you feel? How deep you take me?”

“Steve,” you whine letting your head fall back against the wall. The slapping of his hips against yours nearly drowning out your panting and whimpers. “S’close.”

“I know, I know. God you’re so pretty like this, all blissed out and dumb.” He practically growls into your chest trying to hold on for longer, but he knows he’ll be gone soon the way you squeeze around him so tight. Even after all these months of meetings.

His free hand moves between you to circle your nearly raw nub as he switches between kisses and nips along your breast making you arch and tears prick the corners of your eyes feeling that addicting wave overtake you. “Ste-..I-…plea-,”

“Give it to me, cmon.” It wasn’t long after your release crashed into you that Steve was following, burying his face in your neck as he kept his moans and whimpers low. His hand massages your achy thigh while he pecks along the column of your throat in an effort to calm you down.

“My pretty girl. Did so good for me.” You couldn’t help but giggle feeling your cheeks heat at his words.

“T-Thank you Steve.”

How so much can change in the matter of hours.

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Sat on your couch, knees pressed against your chest, all you can do is listen as the man rummages in your fridge and pantry trying to find whatever it was he wanted. The television playing a game show you’d usually be interested in, but now can’t even hear it with the pounding in your ears. Your heart still thudding since first leaving your bedroom to investigate the noise you heard and finding him in your living room.

“Figured you’d want some,” he states placing the cup of peppermint tea on the table in front of you. How he knew, you didn’t have the stomach to think about let alone how he knew where you lived in the first place.

“Y-You shouldn’t be here,” you whisper as he sits on the opposite end of the couch. Your first words to him tonight.

Steve just lowly chuckles. “Don’t act all innocent when we both know where your mouth just was.”

“That still doesn’t give-,”

“Then why leave your key?,” he counters. “Of all our sessions I didn’t even know you had them. Yet today there it was.”

You didn’t purposely leave your key. Already in a rush when you arrived that morning, you just left it out rather than placing it in your wallet like usual. It wasn’t until you were in your car on the way home that you remembered it shining against the hardwood off to the side. According to protocol, you should’ve notified someone but you figured you could just get it the next morning and use your spare in the meantime.

In retrospect, you realize Steve must’ve seen and swiped it when you weren’t looking. Probably when you were cleaning yourself up and righting your dress.

“The key was just out Steve,” you carefully try to explain seeing the confusion in his features. “I didn’t leave it on purpose.”

“So now this is all my fault?”

“No it’s no one’s fault-,”

His sudden movement - standing to pace along the expanse of your bay window - startles you to stand yourself and ready to run if needed. “Can’t you see I did this for us?!”

“I-I know Steve, but-,”

“No,” he darkly chuckles shaking his head as he steps closer. “No don’t even try. This is real and we both know it!”

You quickly wipe away the tear falling from your eye trying to stay calm; hoping you could turn the situation around. That feeling entirely fleets watching him pull out his notebook and flip through the dated pages smudged with something…shiny.

“I saved these just in case you tried to deny it. Make it seem like I was the crazy one.”

Cautiously, you close the gap between you. Luckily he lets you hold his hand when you reach out towards him. “Y-You’re not crazy and I’m not denying anything Steve.” His frustration shifts to a soft smile gazing into your brown eyes. “We need to get you back to your cell though. You don’t wanna ruin all your progress right?”

Somehow you steady yourself not to flinch when his hand rises to caress your soft cheek. His thumb lowering to trace your plump lips he loved so much.

Love. He loved you. And if his mother taught him anything, you do any and everything for those you love.

“I can’t do that. You need someone to take care of you like only I can. You didn’t even check your windows before you went to bed sweetheart.” You can’t fight the tears now fully letting them flow as your future vanishes before your eyes.

“Hey it’s okay, I’m here now,” he coos. Those arms you once fantasized about now burning against your skin for a different reason. “No one’s separating us again.”