#I wanna chew on him with that don't you remember who you are speaking to stuff

[mickyschumacher]

[SUMMER SUNSHINE! PT.4]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: in a world of avoiding oscars, you remember rocky who has always been there for you. or in which you and oscar aren't on speaking terms.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluff, poor humour, talk with mama nicole, avoidance (ik i’m sorry), mentions of funeral vows, mentions of missing out on family = some angst, set in nov/dec of '24, me guessing everyone’s age

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: oscar piastri x childhood bsf!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.8k+

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"Is Oscar okay?" You queried, lying on your bed as Hattie sat on the edge, legs folded while scrolling through her phone.

She looked up from the screen, raising a brow. "What do you mean? Did something happen?" Hattie asked curiously, putting her phone down next to her.

You thought back to the camp from a week ago, particularly the petrol station. Oscar had been acting weird ever since then. You had the odd suspicion he had been avoiding you. But you couldn't put your finger on why.

Oscar had been occupying himself with some old friends, talking to Lando, and joining his mother at pilates, which was absolutely beyond you. Any time you suggested any of the ideas on your list towards him such as berry picking or reciting Rocky's vows (although you could see why that may not be that appealing), he always had an excuse and was out the door before you could get another word in.

You weren't sure what had even happened at the petrol station. You had asked him if everything was okay. After that... Oscar had become distant. Even his voice... talking as if he was unsure of everything. He kept a metre away from you. He didn't recite anymore new facts he knew. He just drove on like nothing had happened.

"I don't know," you sighed, slumping your face into your pillow. "He's being weird," you grumbled, voice muffled.

Hattie pursed her lips. She had also noticed it. One could say Oscar was always weird. Or maybe she was inclined to say that as his sister. But for almost three weeks, she had been hearing Oscar go on and on and on about you in some shape or form. "___ said this," or "___ likes that."

But now it was like radio silence. And Hattie wasn't sure if she was the right person to get at the bottom of it.

"Maybe he's burnt out," Hattie lamely suggested, eyes cautiously watching you.

You sat up straighter, moving to fold your legs. "Maybe," you murmured.

You didn't know why it was bothering you so much. It shouldn't be. Oscar avoiding you shouldn't mean anything. And yet it did.

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Nicole Piastri had heavily eyed the text from her oldest daughter.

hats: can you check why oscar is being so weird recently? i think it has to do with ___.

The mother looked up at her phone upon hearing her son pop up in front of her. "Ready for some pilates? I think it stretched my back real nice last time," Oscar smiled, moving his arms back and forth to get some energy into them.

Nicole gave him a small smile before gulping nervously. She loved her son. But something was definitely wrong with him. Oscar hated pilates. And this was his fourth visit this week.

"Oscar, honey," she started, taking a seat at the dining table. She sighed, folding her arms. "What's going on?"

Oscar raised a brow, confused. "What do you mean?"

Nicole sucked in a sharp breath. "Listen, I love that you're coming to pilates with me but you hate pilates. You also suck at pilates. You've also been cooped up with Basil so much that I think Basil hates you."

Oscar was silent briefly. He chewed on his lip, eyes darting around his house. "And the point of this conversation is..?"

Nicole pursed her lips, mulling over the right words to say. "I think... I think something is weighing on you. ___ told me about you and racing but judging by your reaction, ___ must be weighing on you."

Oscar blinked, his wince to your name falling flat. A dreaded sigh fell from his lips as he took a seat across his mother. He stared at the table. "I think..." he sighed yet again, unable to say the words in such a way that caused his mother to worry. "I think I like her," he finally sounded out loud.

Nicole clasped her hands, eyes slightly wide. "Well that's great!" She smiled before pausing. "Isn't it?"

Oscar groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. He had spent a week avoiding you, trying to truly understand his feelings. But the more he thought about them, the more his heart would lurch and it terrified him.

"She's Hattie's best friend," he pointed out as if that was evidence in an argument.

Nicole pursed her lips. "You liked her when you were kids," she retorted back, leaning back into her chair.

Oscar stared at the table yet again, lips parted like he wanted to say something but nothing came out. "Isn't it wrong?" He finally asked.

"Is it?" His mother queried. "Is that really what scares you? ___ is capable young girl. She isn't a kid anymore," she murmured.

Oscar contemplated his mother's words. What really terrified him? It was a good question. One he didn't have an answer to at the moment.

"Listen, Oscar, no ones rushing you. Take your time and figure it out. But don't ruin your friendship while you do," Nicole said softly, reaching to hold his hand over the table. "And if you want to talk about ___ or your racing, don't keep it to yourself, honey, hmm? You know you can always talk to me or dad."

Oscar gave his mother a small smile, squeezing her hand with reassurance. "I will."

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You were lying on your couch, watching a new episode of the show you were binging when your front door had sprung open yet again this summer.

You peeked over the arm rest, failing to hold in the dramatic sigh upon seeing Hattie's face. "What do you want?" You queried with a feigned tone of distaste, eyes returning back to the screen.

Hattie put a hand on her hip. "Go get changed," she muttered, pushing the back of your head lightly.

You sat up straight, about to scold her when your eyes found another familiar face behind her. You hoped no one could seen your eyes brighten.

You cleared your throat, examining the black ensemble the two siblings wore. The clothes themselves had you raising a brow. "What is this?" You asked.

"We're reciting Rocky's funeral vows... duh," Hattie retorted like it was obvious.

You pressed your lips together, keeping the amused grin at bay. You nodded slowly, moving off the couch as you turned the TV off. "I'll go get changed then," you stated.

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You, Hattie, and Oscar stood in your backyard, dressed head to toe in black. You eyed the colourfully painted rock where Rocky laid. Well, technically it laid within the stomach of Hattie's cat who was given away a couple years back but your five-year-old self wasn't too pressed about the details.

You grinned at the large rock with Rocky's name painted in pink and orange, each letter as wonky and crooked as the last. You had managed to hot glue some cheap plastic gems to it as well. How they hadn't come off yet was beyond you.

"I can't believe you chose this over berry picking," you murmured your first words to Oscar that day.

Oscar's chest which had been heavy for the past week suddenly felt lighter. His shoulders slumped in relief as he smiled. "We'll go soon. I just thought we should prioritise Rocky and respect him with a nice lunch."

You hummed in response while Hattie snorted. "Yeah, you should. We're just innocent bystanders."

You laughed softly, nudging her lightly in the rib. "Come on now. Play nice. I'll start first."'

You took a step forward, quickly picking the daisy growing from the grass. You stood in front of the rock and smiled. "Rocky... you were my first ever pet... well and my last. Either way, you were the best pet. You were kind... slightly conceited, and greedy over fish food. I'll also never forget the laughter we shared, especially when you first met Tilly and you tried to hide in your tank, even though we could all see you. To this day, I think about your tragic ending. We did find your true culprit and I hope that allows you to rest easy."

Oscar pressed his lips together, feeling the laughter bubble through him at the mention of Hattie's cat. His sister, who was also on the verge of laughing swatted him, only making it more difficult for him. He let out a sharp exhale, gripping his own hands tighter as they sat in front of him clasped together.

You turned and took a step back after placing the daisy on Rocky's rock, chewing on your lip to prevent yourself from grinning as Hattie inched towards it.

"Dear Rocky, I miss you," Hattie started, hands at her sides.

Oscar watched an muffled laugh escape your mouth, your head turning and leaning towards his shoulder. He grinned as his sister continued.

"There not a single day where I don't think about you. Partly because ___ would never let me forget. She cares too much for you," Hattie retorted, cheekily grinning at your gasp. She cleared her throat. "I'm sorry Tilly ate you. But in Tilly's defence, you were just another fish. The real horror is your murderer and the way he chose to take you out of this world. What a cruel and horrible way... to be half flushed down a toilet."

Oscar pressed his lips, skin warming as tears of laughter began to well up in your eyes. You leaned on his shoulder with your forehead, taking shaky breaths. You could feel him rest his hand on your arm, gently caressing you while he held you close to him as if he was comforting you but in reality you were both about to pass out from laughing too hard.

"I hope you aren't too angry with my brother. If you are though, you're welcome to send a sign through the universe as Edie would say. Rest in peace, Rocky," Hattie murmured, pressing two fingers to her lips and then to the rock.

You swallowed hard, watching Hattie return to her spot as Oscar's skim past your arm and down your waist as he took his turn to speak. You breathed slowly, battling the nerves you had received in that very moment.

Oscar sucked in a sharp breath, pursing his lips while he eyed the painted rock. "Rocky..." he started, trying to ignore the amused huffs and wheezes from you and Hattie. "I really need to apologise for what I've done. This has weighed down my life heavily. Not a day goes by where I don't regret what I've done. It was wrong of me to flush you down the toilet. I just thought you were dead."

The tears had finally escaped your eyes, both you and Hattie leaning on each other for support as you gasped for air.

"Today's not just about respect for you. I promise I will remember you all the time. That's why I have a little fish in the corner of my helmet."

You and Hattie both furrowed your brows, retracing any image of that helmet within your brain. And indeed, just below the visor, you vaguely remembered the small orange fish outline.

You couldn't help but burst out laughing with Hattie. "Oscar, you did not," you gasped, breathing uneven while your chest rumbled with a funny warmth.

Oscar turned, grinning at the sight of you laughing. "I may have," he teased.

"Oh my God," Hattie wheezed out, head falling on your shoulders while the tears ran freely down your cheeks.

You shook your head, swallowing the saliva that had built up in your mouth. "This is class," you croaked with your stomach aching.

Oscar bent down, patting the rock gently before turning toward you again. "Lunch anyone?"

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While getting Oscar to cook was on the list, you hadn't imagined it to be so miserable. What on earth had this boy learnt at boarding school?

"They didn't teach you to cook in Herdfortshire?" You teased, wincing at the way he cut the beef chuck for the beef vindaloo Hattie had decided before leaving to run some errands momentarily. Of course, this decision had come after your refuting of any dishes being made with fish for the day.

Oscar gave you a pointed look, resting the knife on the chopping board. "Very funny," he quipped back.

You rolled your eyes, inching towards him. You put your hand over his, guiding it over the slice of meat. "Just cut it into strips first," you started, moving the knife down, "and then cut them into cubes. Simple."

Oscar breathed in slowly, consciously aware of how close you were to him. He could smell you. Was that weird? You were somewhat sweet yet refreshing. Maybe it was your shampoo. Whatever it was... he liked it.

He cleared his throat, feeling you nudge him with raised brows. He nodded. "Strips and cubes. Got it," he assured.

Removing your hands, you sighed. "Boarding school kids," you shook your head with amusement.

"It wasn't all that bad," Oscar maintained as he followed your instructions. "Got to play cricket. Didn't get a posh accent," he reminded with a grin.

"True. And you got to meet Lily," you idly pointed out before you realised what you had said. You bit your tongue. Why on earth did you say that?

Oscar smiled softly, pausing. "I did," he agreed, staring into the distance before looking over to you. "You know she was the only person who could make me feel less homesick over there. I mean sure, dad was there. But I was always thinking about you– everyone, I mean. I actually hated it there initially."

You pursed your lips, laughing quietly to yourself. "Hattie hated that you had left. She cried so hard that day. She trashed your room actually. Threw all your trophies and certificates in the bin. Then she felt so bad, so she cried while she put them back. God, she was a mess," you sighed, putting the rest of the ingredients in their respective bowls.

Oscar stared at you for a moment, heart slightly hurting at your words. He knew it had been hard for everyone. Edie was a tad bit younger than you so she had barely known what was going on and Mae was barely turning three. But Hattie was only a year younger than him. His closest friend. It was the worst for her.

"And you?" He questioned.

You raised a brow, looking at him with curious eyes. "What about me?"

"You didn't hate that I left?" Oscar queried.

You thought over his words and sighed. "Honestly, I don't know. This... the karting, the racing... it was always your dream. I couldn't hate you for doing something you loved. I think I hated seeing Hattie in pain more. Especially because you told me to take care of her. She was miserable for the first six months and I had no idea what to do. Nicole was still trying to take care of Mae and get Edie ready for school. And Hats was always sleeping over. I think she was terrified I'd leave or something," you murmured, mending your brows together as you swallowed.

Oscar's lips parted in awe. He had never seen this side of his life before. He had wondered how everyone had coped but no one ever told him. His dad would just smile and get him to focus on racing. Any holiday he remembered was just full of smiles and laughter rather than the problems everyone was going through.

"I think I did a pretty good job though," you responded, smile sprawling onto your face as you noticed the guilty look on his face. "I mean she's an absolute menace but I think she gets it from you."

Oscar returned the warm smile, huffing with amusement. "You did take care of her. I'm sorry I left a burden on you but you did well. So thank you," he said, not a trace of sarcasm or humour in his voice.

You blinked, slightly taken aback. You nodded slowly, attention reverting back to the food. "Okay... now that we're done, should we add the spices?"

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You laid awake at night, unable to shake off the conversation you had with Oscar today. You weren't sure how exactly you were getting this many heart-to-heart conversations with him but you supposed it was a good thing. For him at least. The most it had done for you was leave you overthinking everything.

It was strange. Parts of Oscar still reminded you of the kid he was. But other parts of him made you wonder whether you knew him at all. Sure it was inevitable to become mature and understanding of the world. But this level of it... and he had still avoided you this past week.

What on earth was going on?

Oscar was consuming every living second of your life. And you didn't like it. He was making it difficult to think even when it was quiet.

But you also couldn't lie. You had noticed it. The trade off. For every second you thought about him or did something for him, you could see the weight on his shoulders weigh less. It was like he was lighter. Happier.

And that was all you wanted... right?

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[sh4nksslvt]

!!Hello, good afternoon. Excuse me, I loved the story of the reader who has the ability to read stones. I don't remember his name. But can you make one where he escapes from CP9? The harem would be Lucci Kaku.Kalifa and Jabra But there the reader escapes but before he leaves them a gift I leave it to your imagination Please I would love to see one

glad u loved it! its not much but i hope u like this!!

Secrets in Stone

When CP9 stumbles across a mysterious stranger who can read poneglyphs, their mission turns from capture to chaotic obsession.

CP9 x gn! reader Tags: fluff, flirty, chaos a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ff cringe and oc word count: 828

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The day was supposed to be simple.

You perched atop a crumbled temple ruin, legs dangling over the mossy stone, casually brushing dust off an ancient poneglyph slab. The symbols glowed faintly under your touch, and you tilted your head thoughtfully before speaking aloud in a clear, ancient tongue.

A bird cawed somewhere above, startled into flight — but otherwise, the jungle remained eerily quiet.

Unbeknownst to you (well, actually, you had sensed them miles away — you weren’t clueless), five very unwanted visitors were lurking nearby.

“This is it,” Spandam whispered, waving his arms like an overexcited tour guide. “The ruin where the said energy signature came from! Move it, CP9!”

"Tch, keep your voice down, idiot," Lucci muttered, hands stuffed lazily into his pockets, but his eyes sharpened in the direction of your voice.

"Huh? You hear that?" Jabra’s ears twitched as he sniffed the air dramatically. "Someone’s already here!"

"Impossible," Kalifa adjusted her glasses, heels clicking softly as she moved through the brush. "No civilian could've bypassed the government’s perimeter."

"Unless they’re better than you," Kaku quipped with a cheeky grin.

Kalifa glared. "You wanna test that theory, Giraffe-boy?"

They emerged from the dense foliage like a pack of chaotic hyenas, just in time to see you — calm, glowing faintly under the light of the poneglyph — speaking it aloud.

Dead silence.

You finished the last line, tapping the stone gently as if saying goodbye to an old friend. "Huh. That was easier than last time." Then you turned casually, meeting four wide-eyed CP9 agents and one screeching Spandam.

"Wh-WHAT?! Another one who can READ THEM?!" Spandam screeched, practically foaming at the mouth. He turned to his agents. "Capture them immediately!! They're government property now!!!"

You dusted off your hands, unfazed. "…Tch. Was hoping to avoid this." You rolled your neck until it cracked and lazily picked up your weapon of choice — a strange-looking whip, glowing faintly with ancient runes.

.

.

Lucci blurred forward with Soru, fingers twitching with deadly Shigan precision. But you sidestepped smoothly, your own body flickering with a power that looked suspiciously like Soru — but faster, a custom technique you called "Phantom Step."

He grunted in surprise, landing where you were, not where you are.

Kaku came next, flipping into the air with Rankyaku, sending a blade of compressed air slicing toward you.

You spun your whip, the ancient runes shimmering. With a casual flick, the whip shattered the air blade with a crack that shook the ruins.

Kalifa tried to close in with her Awa Awa no Mi powers, bubbles already forming between her fingers, smirking.

"Don’t worry, I’ll make you nice and clean," she purred, blowing a kiss laced with shimmering soap bubbles.

You blew her a kiss back — and in the same motion, snapped your whip to dissolve her bubbles mid-air.

"Sorry, sweetheart," you teased coolly. "I don't do bubble baths on first dates."

Kalifa stammered, cheeks flushing pink.

And then, Jabra — sweet chaotic Jabra — lunged at you in hybrid wolf form, snarling, fangs bared.

"You won't be so cocky once I chew your—"

You ducked under him mid-sentence, used Phantom Step to appear behind him, and flicked his ear with two fingers. "Down, boy."

Jabra yelped, skidding face-first into a wall.

"WHAT ARE YOU FOUR DOING?! CAPTURE THEM!!" Spandam shrieked again.

The CP9 agents stood there, battle-ready… but weirdly hesitant.

Because now that they’d actually seen you — how you moved, how effortlessly you dismantled their attacks, the cool confidence radiating off you — …it was way less about capturing you and way more about "holy shit, they're hot."

"They're… impressive," Lucci muttered under his breath, narrowed eyes lingering on the curve of your mouth when you smirked.

"No kidding," Kaku agreed, grinning wide.

"I wanna wrestle them," Jabra said immediately.

"Pervert," Kalifa and Kaku said in perfect unison.

You stretched lazily, letting your whip dangle at your side. "Look," you said, voice dripping with casual arrogance, "I don’t have time for government clowns. I got bigger stones to read, if you know what I mean."

Jabra visibly wagged his tail.

You decided it was time to leave.

But not without a little gift.

Later that night, when CP9 regrouped at their makeshift camp — bruised, flustered, and thoroughly bewildered — they found something waiting for them in the center of their campfire:

A small, folded piece of parchment.

On it: a crude little doodle of all four CP9 members getting their asses handed to them by a stick-figure version of you, labeled “ME :)”. And underneath, in neat cursive: "Catch me if you can. - (Y/N)"

Spandam combusted from rage. The others?

Lucci stared at the note for a long time, a smirk twitching at the edge of his lips. Kaku burst out laughing, clutching his sides. Kalifa looked like she wanted to be mad, but was mostly trying to hide her blush. Jabra immediately declared he was “in love.”

[jakef3ver]

Nishimura Riki | NDA

☁︎︎ Idol!riki x fan!reader | fem!reader

↯ fluff, crack maybe suggestive a little more into the fic, use of social media (instagram, twt), reader is just a regular girl going to school and stuff

⚠︎︎ will contain mentions of alcohol consume later

-Love at first sight?-

“I swear to god Alija“

”Imagine you just want to work in peace and suddenly out of nowhere Jake and Ni-ki from fucking enhypen walk in and order a coffee from you” you say before taking another bite from the pizza Alija made for the both of you.

Alija giggles, “I would’ve freaked out honestly” she says.

“I DID freak out and you know it, but I had to keep it together somehow, you know”

“nah that’s true” she says between chewing her last bite.

“Like, I knew they’d be here in this area because of the concert” you start.

“but I would’ve never imagined that they come to our fucking workplace for coffee” you finish dramatically and slap your hands on your face.

“and the worst thing is” you exclaim and stand up abruptly “rikis hand touched mine”

“WHILE HE SMILED AT ME ALIJA”

Alija bursts out into laughter.

“I swear I fell in love even more” you sigh.

“I bet he’ll recognize you at the concert” she says as the supportive-equally-delusional best friend she is.

“He absolutely won’t” you answer

“Hyung do you remember the girl from the cafe this morning?” Ni-ki asks Jake, as they sit in Jakes hotel room and scroll through their phones.

Jake looks up from his phone and smirks.

“Yes of course”

Riki also looks up from his phone and sighs.

“I can't get her out of my head” he says and runs his free hand through his hair.

“I really wanna see her again, do you think she'll be at the concert?” he asks.

“I don't know, could be possible, she seemed a little nervous when we ordered” Jake chuckles.

“Can we go back tomorrow before the rehearsals?” Riki asks and looks at Jake, hoping he'll go back with him.

“yea I think that should fit” Jake answers him, still smirking.

“Why do you look at me like that?” Riki asks jokingly offended and throws his hands in the air.

Then suddenly he hears his phone go off.



After looking at his phone, Riki looks up to Jake who’s now holding in a laugh.

“I am really not” he whines “I- I just think she’s pretty you know”

Jake shakes his head and starts typing again.

After sending his last message, he walks over to Jake and jokingly threatens to kick him “I genuinely hate you” he says and lets himself fall onto the hotel bed.

“oh come on, there’s nothing bad about this”

Jake declares “Just give her your number tomorrow if you're so down bad already” he continues and shrugs his shoulders.

“No I cannot do that, what if it gets leaked or some shit like that” Riki groans while staring at the ceiling.

“True” Jake starts to speak while sitting down beside him, “but honestly, I guess it's a take it or it's probably gone forever kind of situation” he finishes his sentence.

“But isn't that problematic? What if she's a fan for real? Isn't that even-” Riki replies but get's cut off by Jake “fuck this problematic whatever stuff” he calls out “Nda's exist you know” he adds.

Riki hums.

“Just try and see where it goes, huh” he begins again. “Not everything has to ‘end’ negatively”

Riki nods and sits up. “I guess, yea” he answers while standing up.

“Then tomorrow 11 AM down in the lobby?” he asks before turning to leave the room.

“Sure, see you” he answers “and think about it” Jake exclaims before Riki leaves the hotel room, to go into his own.

His thoughts now running wild.

Should I do it and take the risk?

Would she even be interested?

What if it works out?

What if I'm in love for real?

Wait, does love at first sight exist?

He shakes his head, and rummages through his suitcase searching for the pajamas he packed, before changing and getting ready for bed.

But, he couldn't really sleep.

He turns from the left side, to the right side.

From his back to his stomach.

And again, from left to right.

From back to stomach.

But he couldn't get her out of his head.

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[wlntrsldler]

I keep imagining the first time Luke and Mr. D met after Luke's hickeys/scratches went viral

LMFAOOOOO ANON THIS IS SENDING ME

here is how i think that conversation played out (suggestive content ahead):

"shit, five star, your dad is calling me," luke mumbled, eyes wide as he looked down at his phone. "he never calls me."

connor snicked from his bunk in the tour bus, "well, given that the whole internet is talking about you right now after the show you gave them last night, i'm not surprised."

"ha!" travis exclaimed, sitting up on his bed. "put it on speaker. i wanna hear him yell at you."

you rolled your eyes, "he's not gonna yell at you."

luke turned to you with hopeful eyes, "you think so?"

"well, he's probably not gonna yell at you," you scrunched your face up, rethinking your words, "like 55% chance he won't yell at you."

"i don't like those odds, babe."

"answer the fucking phone, luke."

luke clicked the green button on his screen, chewing on the nail of his thumb. he rolled his eyes, pressing the speaker button as travis kept egging him on. chris and clarisse opened the privacy curtain of chris' bunk to listen in on the drama.

"hey, mr. d," luke cleared his throat, ignoring the quiet giggles from the boys when his voice cracked. "what's up?"

"is my daughter with you?"

"say no," you whispered. so you were wrong about the odds. your dad was 100% about to yell at luke and you selfishly didn't want to get your ass handed to you just yet. you were going to avoid your dad's calls for as long as possible.

"uhh... no?"

"oh jesus fucking christ," you sighed, smacking your palm against your forehead, "that was soooo convincing."

you heard your dad type on his laptop before shutting it. there was some background noise that subsided after you heard the shut of a door. it seemed like your dad went into his office to get some privacy.

"hey, kid," your dad said, no doubt addressing you now.

"hey, dad," you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, leaning down to speak into the mic of luke's phone. "how are you?"

"don't start with me," he said, "would it kill you both to not do whatever it is you do that results in those pictures? pictures that are all over the internet by the way!"

a snide remark was on the tip of luke's tongue, because yes, it would kill him to not do the things that resulted in the pink marks on his neck and the healing scratches on his back, but that didn't seem like the right response.

"dad, you never had an issue with them taking their shirts off during shows before. and luke has gone out on stage like that before."

luke cringed, remembering one too many instances where he'd gone out on stage with hickeys all over his neck. it felt like a lifetime ago now, as if ever since you walked into his life that past version of him was someone he didn't recognize anymore. he much preferred remembering the name of the girl who left him marked up, especially preferring that it was only you who did that to him.

"that was before he started dating my daughter!" he replied, "i don't want to know anything about your relationship, but i'm in an unfortunate situation where i happen to manage the career of your boyfriend's band so i have to deal with it sometimes. so for the love of god, please please, stop."

"i'm so sorry mr. d," luke mumbled, "i completely forgot about them and by the time i realized, it was too late."

you could practically see your dad pulling at his hair, a habit he had when he was in stressful or awkward situations. he didn't speak for a good thirty seconds and then he sighed, "just keep your goddamn shirt on."

luke gulped, "got it."

when your dad ended the call, the entire bus erupted in laughter, including you. luke's face was as red as a tomato as he groaned and buried his head in his pillow. your shoulders shook as you giggled, laying on top of him. he instantly turned his body to wrap his arms around you.

"that wasn't so bad," you cooed, running your fingers through his curls, "and that was a shit apology, baby. you were smug as hell on stage when people pointed out the scratches."

"i wasn't thinking of the consequences of my actions," he said, "i was caught up watching people connect the dots that my girlfriend is not only hot but a fucking animal in be--"

"okay, that's our cue," travis cut off, closing his curtain. connor followed his head, popping in his airpods. clarisse sent you a wink before she disappeared behind the curtain with chris.

"i'll stop leaving hickeys on you," you kissed his face, enjoying how flustered he got. "but i can't promise too much on the scratches."

"i'm gonna stop taking my shirt off at shows, i think," he mused, toying with the hem of the shirt you wore. "i don't think i can take another surprise call from your dad. i think it took years off my life."

"your fans will be highly disappointed," you teased, leaning over to his ear, "but if you're gonna keep your shirt on, does that mean hickeys on your abs is fair game?"

luke licked his lips, tugging on his own curtain to give you two some privacy, "absolutely."

[authorhjk1]

Water gymnastics

Blackpink's Lisa X Male Reader

And that's how this happened."

The woman in front of you laughs as she covers her mouth with her hand.

"You didn't ask him to do anything?"

You shake your head, before reaching for the glass of wine.

The brunette giggles as she puts another piece of the cake into her mouth. You realized that she started to eat smaller and smaller bites. Maybe because it tastes so good.

"What flavor is that, by the way?"

"You wanna try?"

She uses her fork to separate another piece from the cake, before moving it towards you. It looks like she wants to feed you. You hesitate for a moment, knowing that this would look kinda weird. Especially, if someone would take a picture. Her fans wouldn't appreciate it and neither would Ahin.

You lean forward quickly, hoping that no one saw it. She gives you a big smile as you chew the chocolate cake, before swallowing it.

"Chocolate."

She nods excitedly before eating another piece herself.

"I honestly don't get, how you can eat waffles and stuff for supper and cake as dessert afterwards."

The brunette shrugs her shoulders as she smiles.

"I like sweet things."

She bites her fork and looks at you a second too long.

Once you finish your own piece of cake, you lean back in your chair, glancing at the hotel lobby, before focusing back on her again.

"Originally, I planned for all four of you to be here, but your company didn't want to hear that. I don't know why, but it might have been more profitable."

"That's because they have other schedules as well. And the company is sometimes more than just annoying."

You chuckle at her last comment, glad that you are your own boss.

"Have you been in Paris before?"

Nodding, you remember what happened the last time you were here.

"I did. I found a place that serves delicious tteokbokki."

"Wow. Your pronunciation is really good."

"That's because I speak Korean."

"Really?"

She eyes you with a surprised look on her face. Up until now, the two of you spoke English.

"I moved to an area around Seoul about two months ago."

"We could have met way sooner then."

She laughs as she playfully slaps your hand, which is resting next to your plate, across the table.

"Well, turns out I need to open a restaurant to be able to meet you."

The brunette chuckles as she shakes her head, finally chewing on her last piece of cake. You pick up your phone, which starts to vibrate on the wooden surface next to your hand. A message from Ahin appears on the lock screen.

"I'm gonna try on the clothes which I'm gonna wear tomorrow. Help me pick something? 😉😘"

You glance at the brunette, who is sipping her wine.

"I have something coming up. Unfortunately."

You gesture with your phone in your hand.

"Since the two of us are staying here, I guess I will see you today or tomorrow again. Maybe for breakfast."

The Thai girl's smile drops a little, but she nods her head.

"Breakfast with you sounds great."

Getting up, you button your jacket, before walking off. Going past her chair, you lightly place your hand on her naked shoulder.

"Have a good night."

"You as well."

Not turning around, you hear sounds, which indicate that she is watching after you as you walk out of the luxurious restaurant and towards the elevator. Pressing the button for the seventh floor, you video call your girlfriend.

As the doors open, she picks up. The pink haired woman has already placed her phone on the counter of her kitchen, showing her entire living room. You don't know what is keeping the phone up right, but you see all kinds of clothing sprinkled throughout the room.

Ahin is standing in the center. You don't even look up as the doors close again as you see her wave at you. Only wearing a black lacey bra and matching panties.

"Is this so difficult that you need my help?"

You ask in a mocking tone, before looking around, gladly realizing you are on your own.

"Well,"

Ahin places her hands on her hips, glaring at you.

"First of all, I'm doing this to look good. Which means, you have to help me, because I value your opinion the most."

Your girlfriend uses her thumb to slowly let her right bra strap slide off her shoulder.

"Second of all, I'm sure this will be very beneficial for the both of us."

Smiling, you walk out of the elevator, heading towards your room.

"I don't think this is how it works."

You sigh as you slowly stroke yourself, watching Ahin.

"What do you mean?"

She asks with an innocent look on her face.

"Don't you have to wear clothing to see if your accessories match it?"

Ahin puts on the second one of her long sparkling earrings, before putting her hair behind her ear. It's the only thing she is wearing.

"Are you actually complaining right now?"

"Not at all."

You grin as you keep your hand on your shaft. Usually you like to be a little rougher, even with yourself. But right now, this seems just as enjoyable.

Ahin uses both her hands to put her long pink hair behind her back gracefully. One of her fingers traces along her collarbone afterwards.

"Would you like anything on here?"

"You are not talking about a necklace, are you?"

She bites her lip seductively, trying to make you cum faster.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

Now she plays coy as she walks over to the counter, where the phone is standing on.

"What kind do you like?"

She shows you a silver necklace, which matches her earrings.

You nod as you honestly don't focus much on her necklace. The way she is slightly leaning over the counter makes her chest look bigger.

"Or maybe this one? I would look hot in this. Don't you think?"

You tear your eyes away from her naked body to see the necklace in her hand. Or rather her choker. She puts it on, before letting her arms rest at her sides.

It's a black piece with small silver stripes in it. At the front a word in silver letters catches your eyes.

"Cumslut"

"I don't think this would be very appropriate."

You stroke yourself a little faster as you see Ahin like this. Naked. Only wearing her earrings and that small piece of fabric around her throat.

"But you seem to love it."

She winks at you.

"I won't wear it tomorrow evening. I don't know about tomorrow night though."

You chuckle as you see her start to pose a little. Her right hand rests on her waist, while she bites her finger on her left hand. She makes sure you have a clean view at her throat.

"Do you have anything else like this?"

Ahin's eyes sparkle with amusement.

"You would be surprised."

"How come?"

"Well, in case you wouldn't accept my confession, I was prepared to seduce you until you would give in."

"Maybe I should have waited a little longer then."

She bites her lip.

"I have so much stuff. I will make sure you won't regret your decision."

You are about to answer, when another message blocks your view. Groaning in annoyance, you read it. It's important, unfortunately.

"Ahin."

You sigh as you swipe the message away.

She pouts already, knowing what you are about to say.

"This is important. It's about tomorrow."

"You should pay more attention to me, you know?"

"I just spend twenty minutes watching you try on clothes."

"I think we both know you did more than watching."

"Ahin. I have to go now."

She rolls her eyes, before looking at you excitedly.

"Give me a second!"

She scurries out of view, probably towards her bedroom. She comes back a moment later, hiding something in her fist.

"Got something for you."

She wiggles her eyebrows playfully, before opening her hand. You sigh as you see the pink item.

"You might be overestimating my phone. I doubt, it would reach you from here."

Ahin shakes her head as she puts the small vibrator on the counter.

"I have the original remote, you know? I don't need you to get me off on the plane."

She sticks her tongue out as if she won this fight.

"How come you are so horny all the time?"

Ahin points at her choker, raising an eyebrow. No words needed.

Another message pops up.

As you see your phone's screen light up, you swim towards the edge of the pool. Drying your head with a towel, you answer the call.

After you got two messages earlier, you had to go the restaurant for some final decisions for the opening. Once you got back, you decided to cool off by taking a swim, since Ahin would be asleep by now. The time difference sucks.

Luckily, this call only takes a couple of minutes. As you hang up, you see someone entering the pool area.

The brunette is still wearing the yellow dress she wore at dinner.

"Lisa."

You greet her, when she sees you in the pool.

"Hi! Are you swimming as well?"

You nod, before letting go off the edge.

Pushing yourself off the wall, you watch Lisa walking towards the pool. Her skin is darker than Ahin's due to the sun. As you take in her body, you remember what your girlfriend did to you earlier.

Lisa sits down in one of the chairs, watching you in the pool.

"Are you not coming inside?"

"Is it cold?"

You shake your head as you swim a little closer.

"Maybe later. I had a drink at the bar."

You chuckle as you reach the edge of the pool once more, only two steps away from your new model.

"I think I have something to make you sober."

Before Lisa can reply anything, you are already moving. Drops of water hit her skin as you splash her with it playfully. It's not much, but there are now dark spots on her dress.

"Yah!"

She chuckles and glares at you at the same time.

"Now, I'm definitely not going in."

You rest your forearms on the edge and you catch Lisa staring at them. You were surprised at first, when Ahin complemented you on your forearms, when you rolled up your sleeves once. It looks like she isn't the only one, who likes them.

You tap the tiles with a finger, while looking at Lisa.

"If you don't want to get hit again, you have to join me."

She leans back in her chair, a cocky grin on her face.

"Make me."

"Your decision."

You pull yourself up, lifting your body out of the water and the pool.

Lisa can't help but stare as she watches you. Working out and sleeping with as many Korean stars as possible marks your body. She bites her lips as the muscles in your arms move. Her eyes fall onto your chest and then your abs as you leave the pool. The water glistens on your skin and partially drops down your body.

Looking towards her, you catch Lisa staring.

"Wanna take a picture?"

Her cheeks turn the deepest of red as she looks away. You walk over, standing in front of her.

"Take off your dress."

Lisa looks at you with wide eyes.

"W-What?"

"You don't want it to get wet, do you?"

She shakes her head hesitantly.

"Or do you plan on walking through the hotel in a drenched dress?"

Shaking her head once more, the brunette slowly stands up.

"Give me a second."

You don't actually know if she is wearing her swimsuit, or anything for that matter, underneath. Not wanting to look like a creep, you turn around. Hands folded behind your back, you look through the windows on the other side of the pool.

You hear her dress drop. Before you can react, you hear Lisa's shout.

"Yah!"

Something hits you in the back. Surprised, you stumble forward. That something, probably Lisa herself, pushes you further. Falling over the edge of the pool, your instincts take over. You reach behind you blindly, trying to hold onto anything. It feels like you caught her wrist. You fall face first into the water.

Collecting yourself, you look around, still underwater. You see Lisa's wide eyes as you keep holding her.

Wanting to have your revenge, you grab both of her hands with one of yours, before swimming upwards. The pool isn't deep. Maybe twice as deep as Lisa is tall.

When you break through the water, you pull her with you.

"Hey!"

She coughs as you look at her. The yellow dress is gone and reveals what Lisa was wearing underneath. A white bikini with different patterns on it.

"Who is staring now?"

She chuckles as you look into her eyes. Her dark hair is all wet, partially sticking to her skin.

"Just wondering how I should take revenge."

Before she can react, you pull Lisa towards you. The water makes both of your movements slower, but you manage to hold onto her hands. You pick her up bridal style. One hand reaching around her back, still holding hers, while the other grabs her thighs from underneath.

Her wide eyes are only millimeters away. Her nose almost touches yours. You catch Lisa glancing at your lips, before you lift her out of the water. Her body drips like a waterfall.

"Have nice flight."

Lisa's mouth opens wide to protest, but you already throw her up. She is not very heavy, so you can easily do it. You watch her hang in the air for a second as if time has stopped for a moment. Turning away, to not get hit in the face again, you hear Lisa hit the water. A wave washes over your body as she lands right next to you.

You turn around, the water slowing down your movements once more. She jumps out of the water, shaking her head.

"You! I could-!"

She raises her hand, but you jump her again. Quite literally this time. You push her against the edge of the pool. Lisa feels the cold tiles against her shoulders as you press yourself against her. The two of you stand as close as before.

"You could what?"

You tilt your head slightly.

"Shut up."

Lisa sneaks her arms around your nape and leans forward. Your lips touch and you can taste some of the water on her lips. You and Lisa make out in the pool. The water almost reaches her chest, while barely half of your body is getting wet.

You hold the back of her head with one hand, the other holds onto the edge as you slightly lean against it. This way, you can kiss Lisa comfortably, without having to pick her up.

The fierce Thai girl keeps kissing you, before she finally pushes you away, her hand still on your chest.

"I don't think my boss meant this when he said " do your best, Lisa "."

A sly grin plays on her lips.

You take her hand off your bare chest and pull her towards you again.

"Time to live up to his words."

Lisa bites her lower lip, before you capture it with your own pair once more.

"Fuck, you are hot."

She whispers into your mouth.

You break the kiss and reach underwater to grab her thighs. Lifting her petite body out of the water, you hold Lisa on your arms. Tasting the water on her toned stomach, you kiss her skin.

The brunette holds onto your hair. You move your lips as if you are running through an imaginary labyrinth on her abs. Occasionally using your tongue, you lick her belly button, making her giggle slightly.

"That tickles."

One of her hands is placed on your back. Her pink nails scratching you slightly, whenever you make her breath hitch.

Lowering her a little, you are now face to face with Lisa's bikini top.

"I think you are wearing too much clothes."

She reaches behind her to undo the strings, which hold it together and in place, before throwing it behind her. You palm her small mounds, admiring them for a moment, before leaning forward.

Yet again, you make your way all over her body. And once more, Lisa's nails find your skin. She isn't scratching hard, so it doesn't hurt, but it makes you want to please her harder. You take one of her nipples into your mouth, sucking on it, playing with it, before you focus on the other one. Switching again and again, you feast on Lisa's chest and the rest of her body as she squirms in your arms, never letting the water rest.

You stop as the lights suddenly turn off.

"What happened?"

You laugh at Lisa's slightly scared tone.

"After 12 pm, they turn off the lights in this room. We can turn them on later with the light switch."

The only lights which illuminate the pool now, are the sparkling lights from outside the windows. The city of Paris makes you see the silhouette of Lisa's body.

You resume your work on her tits, occasionally moving a little lower to pay attention to her stomach.

"Fuck, yes."

Lisa begins to slowly grind against you. Her hips are just above yours. You lower her a little further, which makes her moan as she feels your dick inside your trunks. Taking the new position as an opportunity, you dive into her neck. You kiss more and more of her skin as she starts to grind against you faster and faster.

You feel one of her hands reach downwards to cup your crotch.

"You feel so big."

Kissing her harder in response makes her moan again.

"Let me suck your cock."

That's a demand you can't say no to.

Slowly lowering Lisa's body into the water, you feel her slide out of your grip. You move back a little to sit on the upper half of the steps, which lead into the pool and which the two of you ignored earlier. Before you are able to sit probably, you can already feel her greedy hands on your waistband.

In a blink, your trunks are off and you feel Lisa's fingertips on your cock. The water adds a new sensation to it.

"Let me get out of the water."

You try to move upwards since you figure Lisa wouldn't love the idea of sucking your cock underwater.

Suddenly the door opens and you hear a man's voice.

"Mr. (L/n)? Your drink?"

He sounds a little confused and you remember that you ordered something before you came here.

You are about to say something, when you realize that you are holding Lisa's head under the water. Her hands are resting on your thighs. Then you feel her lips on your tip.

The man reaches for the light switch. That's the only thing you can see in the dark.

"Don't!"

You almost curse as you feel Lisa's lips move further down.

"I like it like this."

"Sure, sir."

You can hear the uncertainty in his voice. But you can't risk being caught. This is against the law in France anyways. You are in a public place. There is just no one else here at the moment.

"Can you just put the bottle on the table over there?"

"Of course, sir."

You can feel Lisa struggling for air. Just as the man from the staff turns around, you pull her head up. She gasps for air quietly. You can barely see her wide eyes.

Looking behind you again, you see the man turning around. Once more, you shove Lisa's head underwater. You hiss through your teeth as you feel her warm mouth around your cock.

"Anything else, sir?"

"No thanks."

You are about to scream at him to get out. Lisa's tongue flicks against your tip.

"Have a pleasant night, sir."

"You too."

The brunette gives your tip a small bite. It barely hurts, but jolts of pleasure rush up your spine.

You see the man walk through the door. Lisa taps your thighs again. As soon as the door closes, you pull her up.

"Holy fuck!"

She gasps as she recovers from her involuntary diving lesson.

"Now, get up."

She motions for you to move and you climb two more steps. The water is only reaching your knees now.

Lisa leans forward. And once again, you feel her lips on your cock. You can barely see her head, bobbing up and down as she sucks you off.

"Fuck."

You reach forward to hold her hair back. One of her hands is holding onto the base of your cock, while the other rests on your thigh. Lisa keeps her rhythm as she gives you head. Her tongue flicks against your shaft occasionally, before she takes more of you into her mouth.

At one point, you realize you have already adapted to her rhythm. You start to guide her head as you feel Lisa giving up control. Her warm mouth hugs your cock as her lips glide along its length.

Both of her hands are now resting on your thighs as you slowly start to fuck her face. Lisa doesn't move, her mouth a wet sleeve for your cock. You make her take more and more, until you hear her gagging.

When you let go of her, Lisa gets off your dick.

"I wanna fuck you."

She states, before climbing on top of you. Since she now knows, you might get caught, Lisa wants to do this quick.

You look at her in surprise as you feel her straddle you.

"I need it."

She kisses you once more as she reaches down, holding your cock in her hand. You hear her whimper as you begin to penetrate her and you realize that it's not her pussy.

"Lisa, what-"

She shuts you up with another kiss.

"This is my tightest hole. Don't you like it?"

You honestly can't complain as she sinks herself onto your cock.

"Fuck!"

She moans loudly as you enter her further.

Lisa does feel tight, but you realize that she has done this before. Her ass easily adjusts to your cock, making it less painful for her. You feel the ring of her muscles glide along the length of your shaft. The pleasure, which starts to build in your groin is already becoming unbearable. You reach for something, anything, to let it out. Your fingers close around Lisa's throat as you find it. You weren't searching for it, but the way the brunette moans, signals that you are doing the right thing.

She starts to slowly move up and down. The waves become bigger once more, due to her movements. Lisa was right. Her ass is really tight. And because you can barely see anything, it heightens your other senses even more.

With one hand on her throat and the other on her waist, you let Lisa bounce on your cock.

"Tighter!"

She yelps as she impales herself on your cock over and over again. You do as she says, tightening your grip on her throat. Her moans become raspier and you feel her walls clench around you. Your hand on her waist moves towards her ass, occasionally squeezing her cheeks.

"Fuck you are big."

You feel her becoming faster and now you regret not being able to see her face. The water splashes around the two of you and except for Lisa's moaning and her skin hitting yours, it's the only sound in the room.

Lisa's own hands are now both placed on your shoulders and she leans forward a little. Her head buries itself in your shoulder as she tries to muffle her moans. Your hand leaves her throat and dives for her pussy.

You start to rub her clit as she keeps bouncing on top of you.

"I'm gonna cum!"

The combination of your cock in her ass and your thumb on her clit proves itself too much for Lisa. The Thai girl manages to ride you a little longer, before she suddenly stays in place. Her hips seem glued to yours as her body freezes.

"Fuuuck!"

She moans loudly, which echoes through the room. You actually can't tell if she squirted or not, since you are wet anyways and it could have been a small wave.

"More. More."

Lisa begins to move to get off of you. You feel the ring of her muscles slide along your shaft, until you leave her.

You suddenly hear a knock on the door.

"Fucking hell."

You murmur, before glancing at Lisa. She is already in the water again, motioning you to follow her. And just as before, you sit in the same place as earlier, with Lisa's hand on your cock. She is ready to dive as soon as the door opens.

Once it does, you see some guy walk inside. The outline of his silhouette shows that he is still wearing his clothes. Feeling Lisa's lips on your cock again, you are too late to stop him. The lights turn on and you probably look like a deer in headlights.

The man jumps as he sees you sitting in the pool.

"What are you doing in the dark, mate?"

He has a thick British accent.

"Just wanted to enjoy the view."

You lazily gesture towards the window as you realize that Lisa's bikini top is swimming near by. You become nervous. Especially since Lisa is tapping your thighs again. Her lips around your cock are sealed tight.

"The showers are behind that door by the way."

You point to your right, hoping he would neither see Lisa nor her clothes.

"Thanks, mate."

He walks past you and you instinctively push Lisa's head down a little further. A couple of bubbles escape her nose and reach the surface. You crane your neck, waiting for the moment he steps through the door.

You pull Lisa out of the water, who is gasping for air again.

"Don't push me even further."

Her hair sticks to her shoulders and cheeks.

"Just making sure we don't get caught."

"Lets make you cum then."

Her blunt tone surprises you a little, but you follow her out of the pool. She looks over her shoulder at you, before kneeling on the chair, she sat on earlier.

"Pound me."

You step behind her and you see that she is still wearing her white bikini bottoms. She must have slid them aside earlier. You untie the strings, which hold the last piece of her clothing in place.

Her firm cheeks make you want to give her a couple of good slaps, but how are you going to explain those sounds? Instead, you just squeeze them, harder than before.

"Fuck me already."

Lisa sighs and reaches behind her. She pulls her ass cheeks apart, showing off her hole. You place your tip at her entrance and with one slow stroke, you are back inside her ass.

"Right there."

Lisa sighs again, trying to be a little quieter than before. Knowing that the other guy could come out any minute, you start to fuck Lisa into the chair. You start to chase your own orgasm as you feel her tightness around you.

The Thai girl's moans become louder with every thrust. You get nervous, when she doesn't stop. And although you hear him showering, her moans and screams would eventually overpower the shower.

While one hand stays on her waist, the other reaches forward. You close her mouth with your hand, making her moan and scream into it.

Her still wet body makes it hard to hold onto as you keep fucking Lisa into the wooden chair. It scratches on the tiles as you rock it back and forth. She is holding onto the backrest with both hands now, her knuckles turning white.

Lisa moans and says something, but you can't hear her. You can't stop fucking her like this. The sound of the chair sliding over the tiles becomes louder.

Lisa's ass hugs your cock tight and you can feel yourself, slowing approaching the end.

"Fuck, your ass feels great."

You feel her smile into your hand.

Due to her wet skin, your have to readjust your hand on her waist occasionally. Every time you do, you grip her a little harder. Slowly, red marks of your fingers start to appear.

You hear Lisa mumbling something inaudible again, but you can't take the risk of removing your hand.

The pressure in your crotch starts to build up further.

"Lisa-"

You are unable to say anything else. She nods vigorously. You feel her body shake a little and her ass gripping you even harder.

"I'm gonna cum inside."

She doesn't stop nodding as you keep plowing her into the chair.

You start to lose your grip and your hand slips off her mouth.

"Fuck, yes!"

Lisa takes her chance.

"Fill me up!"

In the back of your mind, you register that the sound of a running shower is gone. It's not like you can stop now anyways.

Lisa arches her back and it feels like you can go even deeper now.

"God yes!"

Lisa's head is now hanging off the backrest, while both your hands are holding her hips. You pull her back towards you, whenever you thrust forward.

"Almost there."

You groan, too overwhelmed by this quick but hard fuck.

Your grip tightens one last time and you can feel Lisa's muscles clench around you even harder. You manage to do two more strokes, before you finally cum.

You shoot your load inside her ass, making Lisa moan deeply. You have to hold onto the chair yourself as you fill her with your seed.

"It feels so good."

Lisa sighs.

"So fucking hot."

You are unable to speak for the moment. It takes you a couple of seconds to recover, before you remember the English dude.

"We have to hurry up."

"Yeah."

Lisa nods and you slowly start to leave her ass. Once you are out, you already see a globe of cum fall out of her hole. You grab her bikini bottoms and hand them to her, before you slowly walk into the pool. The sensation of the cold water makes it kinda weird. Once you finally reach your trunks and her top, you move to walk back out.

The two of you get dressed as fast as possible.

"I'm gonna see you for breakfast?"

You nod, before watching her walking off. Taking the bottle of gin with you, you follow her through the door. Still a little winded after a spontaneous anal session in the hotel pool.

You smile at her as you see her walk in.

"Ms Lee. It's nice to see you."

Greeting your girlfriend rather formal feels weird, but the two of you are keeping your relationship private so far.

"And it's nice to be here."

You are glad she isn't wearing the choker she tried on yesterday, but you do wonder if it's in her luggage. Nevertheless, she looks like a goddess with that pink hair and beautiful dress. The long silver earrings are now matched with a tight necklace, almost a choker. The black dress is showing off her shoulders and collarbone.

Ahin didn't want to wear anything too revealing, knowing that it might look weird and distract you from work tonight. As much as she loves to tease you and make you horny, she knows that this is very important to you.

The long sparkling silver belt adds a little more class to her outfit as well. It makes her waist look smaller.

"What would you like to eat?"

You gesture behind you, still being formal, knowing that at least one camera is capturing this moment. There are several journalists and such in this place. They are all trying to take the best pictures of the celebrities and write the best stories for their papers. After all, you are not no one. You aren't famous like Ahin, but your name is mentioned in news papers regularly.

"I would love to try some Korean dishes."

You extend your hand.

"Please follow me."

Your girlfriend takes it and you squeeze hers a little.

Your restaurant is quite unique. Instead of just serving one kind of food, you offer various dishes from countries all over the world. American burgers and pizza to Italian pasta, French delicacies, Chinese noodles and Korean BBQ and more.

It takes a lot of space, since the meals are actually made right at the customers' tables. Of course it was very expensive to plan and build all of this, but it hopefully makes you a lot of profit in the future. The walls and pictures and tables all represent the different countries you can eat from.

You and Ahin walk through the port of Venice and past the great wall of China, until you reach the banks of the Han River.

"Please, take a seat."

You gesture towards one of the empty tables. One of the chefs is already walking in your direction.

Although Ahin is a model for one of your companies, it would be weird to eat with her alone. You whish her a great night, before roaming through the restaurant once more.

[coffin-of-dust]

Okay, so honestly speaking, I can't see Alucard and Integra as a canon ship. Decided I wanna ramble a little bit bc I just re-watched Hellsing Ultimate. This is mainly because of my own stances and ships as I am primarily an AbeCard/AbeVlad shipper, a sertegra shipper, or a FlintCard shipper. Personally, there are reasons why I am not a fan of AluTegra. Though people view the "you're giving me a boner" as romantically charged, I don't. I see this scene as an attempt to get under Integra's skin and as a test of her authority. He's like a headstrong dog that need you to repeatedly establish rules and boundaries or he will run wild and chew up all your furniture and piss in your shoes. This need to be dominated and put in his place is very often shown. Usually with him demanding orders. He is not human, and that is the important thing to remember. Vampires are creatures that are notoriously hypersexual in all forms of media, and being hypersexual, or speaking sexually to other people is not and indicator of a romance or relationship. Along with that, him addressing her as "Countess" is also not an indicator of a relationship. In my opinion, it is an acknowledgement of Integra as someone who is his equal, and worthy of respect. It is a title, not a proposal. Plus, I feel as though Integra wouldn't disrespect her family legacy by sleeping with the very thing the people before her worked to contain? Anyway, that's just my opinion lol. if you don't like it, feel free to just ignore. Also, ships don't need to be canon to be valid, and that you should treat people with respect regardless of what they ship, or if they don't agree with you. On to the real thing I wanna talk about. ABECARD. THE OBJECTIVELY BEST SHIP IN HELLSING. WOOOOO. MY FAVORITE SHIP EVER, LOVE IT SO MUCH. OUGH. FEED ME MORE ABECARD PLEASE, JUST A CRUMB. I genuinely love the idea of their dynamics, and yes, I am aware that it's semi-similar to AluTegra, but I give no fucks as I am the gayest bastard in existence. The dominance and submission of it all makes me crazy. The strong human man overpowering and taming an ancient vampire???? Yes please, give me 20-- I can't stop thinking about the idea of Abraham putting a fancy bell collar on Alucard and the whole concept of clothes as control considering that it has a sense of power dynamics being that Alucard has to be given clothes, and clothes are a feature of humanity. If yall want more Dusty Musty Hot-takes, drop a like and a reblog /j

[btsqualityy]

Y.O.U (Years of Us), Chapter 9: Shit On Jimin Day

Jimin x half black/half Korean OC

Genre/Rating: 21+, established relationship, idol!AU, smut, angst, and fluff

Summary: Jimin and Jungkook play tennis, and Jimin makes a (not so) surprising discovery.

Warnings: Brief mentions of addiction and rehab visits.

WC: 1.3K

Author's Note: I'm posting this on Christmas so happy holidays to all that celebrate! And for those who don't, happy Wednesday!

Song Of The Chapter: Charlie Puth- How Long

"You know, I don't know what the fucking problem is," Jimin grunted as he used his tennis racket to smack the ball across the court to Jungkook. The two of them were having their tennis session that they tried to do at least once a month, as a way to both diversify their workouts and also catch up with each other. "She's not pregnant yet."

"Could we not talk about this right now?" Jungkook requested as he returned the ball and Jimin couldn't help but to smile at how winded Jungkook sounded. They did have to skip the last few tennis sessions because of their conflicting schedules so it wasn't surprising. "I'm trying to fucking beat you here, not worry about why your wife that you don't even wanna be with isn't pregnant yet."

"I do wanna be with her," Jimin rebutted. "And I'm serious about this, Jungkookie. Maybe there's something wrong."

"Maybe she's still on birth control," Jungkook pointed out and Jimin froze at that, causing the ball to fly right past him.

"What?" He huffed, setting his hands on his hips. "Why would you say that?"

"I mean, come on hyung," Jungkook sighed. "Just a month ago, the woman was very adamant about not having kids with you. Now, all of a sudden, she wants to have your baby?"

"People change their minds all the time."

"But she does it after she meets Kamaria and before she's able to notice that you weren't wearing your ring?" Jungkook reminded him. "To me, sounds like someone was a little threatened and I mean, who wouldn't be? Even a blind person can see the way you and Kamaria look at each other."

"Please, don't even bring up the ring thing," Jimin scoffed, walking away to pick up the tennis ball. "She chewed me the fuck out for that."

"Not surprising," Jungkook snickered. "You only cheated on her with your ex-girlfriend."

"I know," Jimin murmured as he walked up to the net where Jungkook was already standing.

"So like I said, maybe she's on birth control until she feels like she can trust you," Jungkook said.

"Should she even be trying to have a baby with someone that she doesn't trust though?"

"Should you be married to someone that you don't love?" Jungkook shot back and Jimin just looked at him before nodding.

"Touche."

"Speaking of though, have you talked to Kamaria lately?" Jungkook questioned and Jimin shook his head.

"Nope. She told me to have a nice life and we haven't talked since," he reported. "And that was, two or so weeks ago."

"Don't blame her for that," Jungkook shrugged. "I still can't believe she was even able to talk to you with a straight face. You going off and marrying Hye-ja was such a fucked up thing to do."

"Yes, I know Jungkookie."

"If I were her, I would've kicked your ass for it."

"Again, I know that, Jungkookie," Jimin chuckled. "But you have to remember, she's the one that left me. Not the other way around."

"And if you remember, she was well within her rights," Jungkook replied. "And again, if I were her, I would've left your ass sooner than she did."

"What is this, 'shit on Jimin just because you can't beat him in tennis' day?" Jimin wondered, making Jungkook laugh out loud.

"Maybe," he smirked. "You know, since I'm already annoying you, I might as well tell you this. You know she was seen out and about with Taemin the other day, right?"

"Hmm, really?" Jimin murmured, trying to seem as if it were news to him when it really wasn't. Jimin had seen the paparazzi photos of the two of them outside of Harbour, with Taemin holding Kamaria's hand. It definitely didn't piss him off or anything, though. At least, not that much.

"Didn't the two of them have a thing a few years back?" Jungkook wondered. "While we were in the military?"

"Hmm no, I don't recall that," Jimin shook his head and Jungkook smirked, knowing that his hyung was lying through his teeth.

"Well, in any case, they looked good together and most of twitter seems to agree," he told Jimin. "And most of Korea too, but that's neither here nor there."

"Stop fucking with me and just playing the god damn game," Jimin said as he threw the tennis ball at Jungkook, who caught it easily while laughing loudly.

"You know, if you're sick of talking to me about your problems, the hyungs give out much better advice than I do," Jungkook announced. "Why don't you just apologize to them?"

"And have to admit to my multiple wrongdoings?" Jimin huffed. "No thanks."

"They'd understand though," he replied. "They know now that it wasn't you talking, it was the pills and they'd understand."

"I had a hard enough time admitting to my bullshit with Kamaria after I got out of rehab," Jimin sighed. "I'm really not a fan of having to do the whole 'Forget everything I said because I was high out of my mind most of the time' conversation six more times."

"Rehab can help addiction but not egos, huh?"

"Unfortunately not," Jimin shook his head. "Your serve."

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"Hye?" Jimin called out after he had walked into his house and toed his shoes off of his feet. He had noticed a few pairs of her heels near the door so he had hoped that she would be home and they'd be able to spend some time together.

"Jiminie?" Minhye smiled as she met him in the large hallway that connected the front door to the rest of the house.

"Hi Minhye," Jimin chuckled, leaning down and hugging her firmly. Minhye was a little 55 year old woman who worked for Jimin as his housekeeper. However, the longer that she was with him, the less work she seemed to do but Jimin didn't mind at all. She took good care of him, even when he was in the depths of his addiction, and he felt like he owed her so much.

"I wasn't expecting you to still be here," Jimin said as he pulled back from the hug.

"I'm picking up the grands today and their school is closer to here than my house so I thought I'd stick around for a little longer than usual," she explained. "I heard you calling for Hye-ja though, and she's not here."

"Do you know where she is?" He wondered. "She didn't call or text me to let me know."

"No idea, didn't ask."

"Minhye," Jimin admonished, even though he had a small smile on his face. It was no secret that Minhye did not like Hye-ja and though Hye-ja often tried to pretend otherwise, Jimin was pretty sure that the feeling was mutual.

"I'm not saying anything that I haven't already said to you," Minhye replied as she held her hands up in mock surrender. "The mail is on the kitchen counter for you and I've already made your dinner. All you have to do is heat it."

"Thank you," he told her, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek which made her smile widely. "Say hi to Haneul and Hei for me."

"Will do," Minhye smiled, fixing her purse on her arm before walking down the hallway and out the door. Jimin walked into the kitchen, grabbing the stack of mail off the counter and lazily glancing over them. As he did so, he noticed that one envelope was considerably thicker than the rest of them so when he pulled it out of the stack and held it on its own after putting the rest of the mail next to him, he saw that it was addressed to Hye-ja.

Admittedly, Jimin didn't know what he was expecting when he decided to open the envelope but nothing could've prepared him for the small white package that had been encased in the envelope.

Birth control pills.

"What the actual fuck?" Jimin muttered to himself.

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[hyunfilms]

blue side of the sky (lmh) | nineteen.

♡ spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 3.3k

—chapter content/warnings: just the very much needed talk for oc x minho, crying, cute lil random flashback at the end

The phone sits on your bed for a good awhile before you contemplate on actually picking it up and texting him. Your talk with Jisung was about a week and a half ago, but you figured you could at least talk to Minho and get things straight without anyone getting in the middle of it.

Even though you missed Minho, you knew you weren't ready and that you still needed time to properly say your peace to all of this.

You would let the universe handle it, allowing you to have Minho in your life however it'd like you to have him— even if that meant at a distance, even if things never returned to normal. You would be sad, but you trust in the universe to take care of you this time around. 

Whatever is meant to be, will be. 

It all still feels terrible.

You grab your phone when you finally gain the strength to call him, nervously letting out a breath when the other line starts to ring. By the third ring, you almost regret calling him. You start to slowly pull the phone away from your ear when you hear Minho hastily pick up the call— music playing in the background.

"Y/N?" He calls for you as he steps around the corner of the studio, hoping the music is a bit softer outside of the room.

"Hi. Sorry, are you in class? I didn't mean to interrupt." 

"No, no." He clears his throat, also experiencing nervousness as he continues to talk to you over the phone. "I was just hanging out with Hyunjin. We were working on a random piece and just messing around with choreo."

"Still. I'm sorry to interrupt."

"You're not. Don't worry. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, it will be." You chew on your bottom lip for a moment before speaking up again. "I was just wondering if we could talk."

"Are you sure? I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything, I'll wait until you feel completely ready."

"To be honest, Minho. I don't know if I will ever be completely ready. But, we should talk. Alone. I need to let you know what's been going on my mind, too."

"Okay. I'll be leaving in about 15 minutes. I'll shower and head to your place? Unless you wanna meet somewhere else, but uh—" He clears his throat. "It's kinda cold. I just, I don't know. Whatever makes you comfortable."

"My place is fine."

"Okay." Minho lets out an inaudible sigh, a bit nervous about how the rest of the evening will go. "I'll see you in a bit."

"Sounds good." You respond softly before ending the call. Minho stills in his position for a bit before returning to the studio, his heart beating in his chest— because he is scared, he is nervous. But, nonetheless, he knows whatever is meant to happen, will need to happen. 

This is just another chapter in the book, another learning lesson; another step in becoming better for each other, your friends. Unlearning bad habits, leaving the past where it belongs.

"You good?" Hyunjin furrows his brows at Minho, watching him slowly walk back into the studio. Hyunjin has his hands on his hips, using his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. It takes a minute before Minho reaches his gaze and responds with a shrug.

"I don't really know. I will be." 

"Who was that?"

"Y/N. She wants to talk."

"Oh." Hyunjin purses his lips into an 'o' shape before nodding. "Is she okay?"

"I don't know either." Minho lets out a pathetic chuckle. "She said she's not sure when she'll ever be ready to talk more about this but she has stuff she wants to tell me."

"I see."

"I really messed up." Is all Minho says as he walks over to his duffle bag on the ground.

"You did." Hyunjin sighs. "But, you are acknowledging it and trying to learn."

"I just, I don't really know. I had her back and I tried to take the chance to fix it without really... fixing it. If that makes sense."

"It does, and I get it. I honestly might have done the same if I was in your position. Plus, I know Jisung just wanted things to be okay for a bit." Hyunjin comes to stand next to Minho as he grabs his water bottle. "Promise me you'll give her the time she needs this time around."

"I will. At this point, I don't wanna lose her as my bestfriend. Even if that means I need to give her space for awhile—" He shrugs and throws the duffle bag strap over his shoulder. "However long it takes." 

"Mm, yeah." Hyunjin nods. "It'll be okay. Are you gonna go straight to her house?"

"No, I'm gonna head home first. Are you just gonna stay here?" 

"Yeah, I'll probably stay posted here for a bit longer. Still wanna get this choreo down." Minho gives him a tiny, toothless smile before waving goodbye.

"Alright, I'm out." He throws up the peace sign just as he heads out the door and to his car. He tosses his bag into the passenger seat, letting out another breath as he gets situated in the driver's seat. He's dreading this talk even though this has already torn you two apart— but he is determined to fix this the right way;

The right way as in putting it in time's hands.

When Minho gets home, his roommates are all tucked away in their rooms. He slips out of his shoes and tosses his duffle bag to the side of his room, adding to his laundry pile. He grabs a hoodie and some jeans, stepping into the bathroom for a quick shower. He quickly runs the towel through his hair before stepping out and grabbing his keys— heart still racing in his chest as he returns to his car. It's one of those drives where Minho has the music incredibly low because he needs to hear himself think; can't really focus with all these what if's and imaginary scenarios about how the evening will turn out.

Pulling up to your place, he sees Uncle Adrian home, but tucked away in the house somewhere. He can see a the dim light in the kitchen on, with another one of the room lights also on. He parks his car and pulls the hood over his head while walking to your small detached suite, taking a moment before knocking on the door a few times. You're sitting on the couch indulging in a new series when the knocks come— instantly throwing the blanket off of your legs to greet Minho at the door.

"Hey." You quickly eye Minho standing there in his hoodie and jeans, stepping aside to let him in.

"Feels nice and warm in here." He shakes off the cold a bit, plopping onto your couch.

"I'm glad." You chuckle, returning to your position on the couch. "How was the studio?"

"It was okay. Nothing too bad."

"Did you eat?" He shakes his head.

"I'm not really hungry."

"You sure? I have some leftover pasta." You point at your kitchen counter, making Minho smile.

"Promise, I'm good. Thank you." He switches his attention back to the TV. "Watching a new show?"

"Mhm. Finally finished the other one."

"That's new."

"I'm trying here." You respond before subtly biting onto your bottom lip. Great, the silence is settling in and it's awkward.

But luckily for you, Minho is quick to break the silence.

"So, how've you been feeling?" You sigh and turn your body towards him, giving him your full and undivided attention.

"I've been alright. I think I've seen brighter days. What about you?"

"Mm, not sure. But, it's alright. I'm making it through my days." You nod. Silence. More silence filling the room feels a lot louder than it actually is— probably due to all your thoughts and the neverending spiral of overthinking.

"Minho." You call his name and he feels his heart constrict for various reasons. "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?" 

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I should've, but I was too caught up in us. I brushed things over without thinking about you or Jisung. I-I thought—" He sighs. "I really thought I could fix the past by doing better now, but I know it doesn't work well that way." He looks at you. "I planned to tell you, I just let it slip away from me. Selfishly." You look at him and you aren't sure what your heart is trying to tell you. You're angry, you're upset. You're sad, you're missing a piece of yourself because of all this.

"Do you know where we went wrong?"

"It was nothing you did." He responds lowly. Somehow, this statement triggers the tears that are suddenly streaming down your cheeks, and you can't help but quickly wipe them away. Minho has the hardest time preventing himself from reaching over to console you; but, he stills. He knows he can't, he shouldn't.

"How was it nothing when you upped and left? Clearly, something was wrong. Especially for you, somebody who was my bestfriend and knew me better than myself, to leave when things got rough between us." You tell him softly, though the words sting and they carry weight you are not strong enough to carry.

"It wasn't you. I was stupid. I ran when things got tough, I mistook a small ounce of infatuation and excitement as a way out of it. I'm so sorry. I didn't realize how stupid I was being right away."

"Minho, I don't really know what to say. After everything that's happened, I was starting to feel safe with you again. Like there was nothing you could do to hurt me. And I think what hurts the most is knowing that I was terribly wrong. That I, at one point, was an after-thought for you. Because of this small ounce of infatuation and excitement. If it was nothing on me, then you wouldn't have left." You continue to cry and Minho swallows the lump in his throat— his own tears threatening to spill. "If it was nothing on me, then you wouldn't have kept seeing her while I was in the hospital. I know I had no control over that, but you definitely did." You dig your head into your hands and cry.

"Y/N. Please tell me what you need so I can make this better." Minho's voice wavers, his need to pry you away from your hands almost becomes unbearable. The more he watches you, the more he realizes that this must be how things turn out. This is how it all ends, this is what you two have become;

Broken.

And there was no fixing this, no seal strong enough that could keep the cracks together. Because eventually, the seal wears off, it takes another blow, and everything comes apart— breaking to pieces all over again.

When Minho thinks about this, the urge to console you slowly subsides within him. It's not that he doesn't want to, but he realizes he is the cause of all the cracks he can see on you; all the cracks that are threatening to break apart because the seal isn't strong enough, no glue good enough to keep it together. All he does is add onto it, and maybe, he should just keep his distance like he originally did.

He loves you, and maybe this time, love meant he needed to let you go.

"I need time away from you." You finally look up at him again, and the silence that settles between you two is heartbreaking. "I just need to keep my distance because I don't think it's fair I didn't get my own time to process this, to properly get over it. I am grateful you told me and were honest about everything. Eventually, I'd like to move forward and say my peace to it. But for now, that's not the time. I'm not ready to."

He loves you, and maybe this time, love means he will let you go.

"Okay." Is all Minho responds with. But, you continue to cry and Minho isn't sure what he should do. Clearly, you can't let him in again. Clearly, the distance is what you need. 

"I hate this." You manage to mumble as you look at him. "I look at you and I don't want you to leave, I don't want you to just give me an 'okay.' I wish you could hold me and tell me things will get better. But then, I look at you and I also can't believe that you're the same person who managed to do the most damage to me. The one person I wasn't good enough for, the one who I wish never gave up. It makes me confused, angry. Part of me really wishing I didn't have to talk to you or see you."

"I'll do anything to make you comfortable and to keep you happy. I wanna show you that you are my biggest priority and that you are first before anything. Anyone. So, I'll give you time. I'll give you space. No matter how long it takes. Even if time eventually tells me that things are different between us, I'll take it. Because I'd rather have part of you than have none of you." Tears are slowly staining his cheeks at this point, but he continues to look at you; never once breaking contact. "I love you, and I'm gonna be here no matter what. But, I'll give you just that and let you be."

"I hope time can be good for us." 

"I hope so too." He stands, asking for your hand so that he can pull you up and hug you. You follow his actions, tightly wrapping your arms around his waist while letting your cheek rest against his chest. His one arm is wrapped around your back, while the other comes behind your head; his lips kissing the top of your head. He whispers an 'I'm sorry' against the surface before he says: "You don't need to forgive me. You know that. I deserve it. Whatever happens though, I'll always be here. Okay? I'll always be here. I'm not going anywhere." He repeats before placing another kiss on your head. You stay in the position for a few more seconds before pulling away to look up at him.

Looking at Minho makes your heart clench so, so badly. He can't help but return your look with soft eyes, nose slightly reddened from the crying he did earlier— hand coming to brush the hair away from your face before he steps back and starts heading towards the door. You wiggle your fingers and ball them into a fist, preventing yourself from reaching out, stop him from leaving. All you do is slowly and silently follow after him, now surrendering the rest of this chapter with Minho to the universe.

"Call me if you need me. I'll come no matter what." You nod, closing your eyes when he plants a soft kiss against your forehead. He gives you one last, tiny smile before turning on his heels to walk back to his car. You watch as he throws his hood back over his head, shutting the side gate closed behind him.

You nibble on your bottom lip as you find yourself walking into the house, hoping to find Uncle Adrian and be in his company for a bit. When you walk in, the kitchen light is still on and you find your uncle pouring himself a glass of water. 

"Oh, hey." He sees you pop around the corner as the back door shuts. His smile instantly fades when he sees the expression on your face, and the way you hug your arms close to your chest. "What's wrong, Y/N?" You start crying into your hands again and your uncle panics, throwing a blanket over your shoulder before walking you over to the couch. He pulls you into a hug, doing his best to ease the pain you're feeling. "Talk to me." He says.

"I wish things were easier." You mumble through your crying, finally looking up at your uncle again. "I wish things didn't have to be like this between me and Minho." Your uncle's heart breaks because he wishes he could do more for you. And he knows this isn't solely because of the breakup; your heart isn't aching because of your relationship, no.

Your heart is aching because you no longer see the same bestfriend, have the same bestfriend, that you had. You've come to re-learn Minho, how you two used to be even before the relationship— and before you could even have that back, you've already lost it. Your uncle knows that the relationship only makes up one [complicated] part of it.

Your uncle will let you because you need to. He's glad you two were able to talk it out properly, but he's certain it wasn't easy for you to put up those boundaries towards your own bestfriend. It makes him torn because despite the ups and downs of your relationship, Minho was always good to you as your bestfriend. He helped take care of you, he never wanted you to be unhappy, was always making sure that you never felt a lack of support, love or care from him.

He gets it. It's not easy, but hopefully these times, will bring you to better days. To happier times. To more trust, less worries. To brighter, blue skies.

Right now, he will let you be.

Right now, you are mourning everything about Minho. 

☁︎ FLASHBACK | HIGH SCHOOL

You drag yourself up the hill after your walk to the convenience store, suddenly craving for a specific brand of ramen and spicy tuna onigiri amongst other snacks you've grabbed as you pranced around in the aisles. You swing the bag gently back and forth, head hung low as thoughts continue to swirl around in your head at 100mph.

You miss Minho.

You haven't heard from him today since he had been busy with family on the other side of town, and you were starting to wonder if you should text him first instead of waiting. You were torn about it. Should you text him now? Would he think you're too clingy?

Is he thinking of you the same way you are?

Maybe you shouldn't, and maybe you should just let him be until he's free.

You let out a sigh, finally coming up the block to your house with the bag twirling around your fingers. You check your phone still seeing zero texts or calls from him, making your heart drop just a tiny bit. But, before you could let your feelings completely take over, you catch sight of a shadow up ahead. You look up and find Minho standing near the streetlight; making you pause in your tracks to take in how the light perfectly sits on him right now.

You missed him.

"Hey. I was just about to call—" Minho's head whips in your direction, a small smile creeping at the corner of his lips. You jog towards him, immediately throwing your arms around his neck while hugging him and keeping him close. "Woah." He chuckles, reciprocating the hug and wrapping his arms around your waist. "You okay?" He looks down at you, hand gently coming up to brush your hair back, to caress your cheek.

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

"I just really missed you." You mumble as you press your forehead against his chest. "I didn't hear from you all day and I wanted to text you, but I didn't because—"

"Y/N." He chuckles a bit, his breath visible in the air. "Slow down."

"I wanted to text you but I didn't wanna bother you."

"I'm sorry. I was busy, but I also wanted to surprise you." You look up at him. "I missed you, too." You let out a content sigh and pull away from him, hand still loosely holding onto his

"Did you?"

"I did." He kisses your knuckles. "And I'm here now, right? I'm not going anywhere."

☁︎ END

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[lesbians4armand]

Electra Heart is an Armand album - a thesis

Some of you may remember my preacher's daughter thesis of a very similar nature. Well, I'm back on my bullshit :) Somewhat for @misslovelace who I think will appreciate this

(under a cut as it will be long)

Bubblegum Bitch

Not a song I have ever particularly associated with Armand, If I am honest, so not the strongest of starts, but the more I think, the more it comes together. It's a very Amadeo song, really.

"Got a figure like a pinup, got a figure like a doll, don't care if you think I'm dumb, I don't care at all"

So much of Armand's self worth is so directly tied to his outward appearance and perceived beauty, that he is so used to playing into it, he simply doesn't care as much any more, he stopped caring even when he was mortal.

"I'm the girl you'd die for"

More than you'd know it. Many have.

"I'll chew you up and I'll spit you out, cause that's what young love is all about"

Knowing his beauty and effect on other men, Amadeo played into it, intentionally seeking out men who desired his youth and beauty as a distraction, only to cast them off. Of course this ends badly for him in the books as it eventually leads to his murder.

Primadonna

This song I don't have a lyric breakdown for as I don't think it fits Armand lyric-for-lyric, but more as a whole, his deep desire to be loved, to be adored, to be given everything, then his misery hidden not so far from the surface beneath. And you know he'd do anything for what he wants, even if it ruins him.

Lies

The first of the darker songs of the album, and immediately a deeply Armand song. I find myself debating what period of his life it fits the best, and I keep coming back to book-loumand's relationship.

"You're never gonna love me, so what's the use?"

Armand wants so much to be loved, to be desired more that superficially. Everyone wants him for what they can take, nobody wants him for what he is. When he meets Louis, he thinks maybe he will be, and in a way he is, they do love each other, but still not as Armand wants. louis is cold, distant, yearning for Lestat, who also brushed him off. What's the use in playing this game?

"Why don't we just pretend? Lies, don't wanna know"

Veering back into show loumand, why don't they just pretend? Armand lies and manipulates so they can pretend that they are happy together and that Armand did not kill Louis daughter and push Lois to attempted suicide.

"Can't let you go, can't let you go"

What is says there, the only thing Armand dreads more than not being loved is being entirely alone. He can't let Louis go even through all of this, as he cannot be alone, he can't.

"I just want it to be perfect, to believe it's all been worth the fight"

Again, if Armand crafts it to his perfections, maybe he will convince himself he is alright as he is, that is is worth everything he is done and that was done to him.

Homewrecker

Again, not one I have much lyrical breakdown on I'm afraid, however it does give me a strong vibe of both Armand's last mortal years in Venice as Amadeo, and also his relationship with Lestat. This one I just have to mentally transmit into your mind. Do you get it?

Starring Role

Okayyy I have a lot for this one. One of the loumand songs of all time, to me. Lets go.

"You're hard to hug, tough to talk to, and I never fall asleep / when you're in my bed, all you give me is a heartbeat"

I am not a loumand bed death truther, however I am a loumand zero emotional intimacy truther. There were whips and chains of all sorts on their walls, but in bed they sit so far apart, barely speaking.

"I've turned into a statue, and it makes me feel depressed/ cause the only time you open up is when we get undressed"

Much the same as my previous comment, but the statue lyric reminds me so much of Armand as Rashid, so still and silent in the corner of the room during s1.

"You don't love me, big fucking deal / I'll never tell you how I feel / You don't love me, not a big deal, I'll never tell you how I feel"

Again and again, lack of emotional intimacy, lack of any communication, lack of real desire.

"It almost feels like a joke to play a part, when you are not a starring role in someone else's heart"

From what I have said, you may be surprised by this, but I do believe Louis and Armand loved each other, I do. I think they'll love each other again, this is part of the tragedy, the horror. The love was there. What I don't believe, is that Armand was the love of Louis' life, and he knew that. He was not the "starring role," so to say, as he wanted to be. He may have wanted Louis more than anyone in the world, but Louis didn't feel the same, though he did love Armand, it was not enough for him, it felt like a joke, a cruelty. This is of course what causes Armand betrayal in Paris. Tragedy after tragedy.

"Sometimes I ignore you, so I feel in control / Cause really I adore you, and I can't leave you alone"

Armand patterns of neglect and abuse to find power he wishes for as he feels it is the only way to have any power combined with his consistent ned to never be alone are a horrifying combination. This lyric describes perfectly to me Armand's treatment of Louis after his attempt in 1973, his neglect so Louis stayed weak and under his command because he would not let him leave him, in any way.

"You're like my dad, you'd get on well, I send my best regards from hell"

This is interesting, as I do not believe that Louis actually is like Marius in any way despite the "Maitre" power play the pair had happening. It is at its core, a badly communicated and deeply fucked up projection from Armand to be a victim again, to want Louis to be like Marius so that he feels loved again in the way he sees love, but also to explain why he does what he does to Louis. They would not get on well, but Armand wants them to. It's all projection.

"I wait for you to open up, to give yourself to me / But nothing's ever gonna give, I'll never set you free"

He waits and waits to be the one that Louis wants, truly wants not just out of spite, but realises it won't happen and resolves to simply bearing, and making sure Louis can't leave him anyway, trapping them both in this prison. He'll never set them free, he's thrown the key away. Until Daniel finds it, of course.

The State of Dreaming

I see TSoD as a very TDV-era Armand song, post-Lestat and pre-Louis. Of course, "my life is a play" is a very obvious lyric, but the entire vibe of the song as a dark dreamlike state of performance you cannot escape is so fitting for Armand's years in a theatre cult coven.

Power & Control

Lesmand. I don't have any more to say here. It's lesmand.

Living Dead

This one is too obvious I fear but I'll mention it anyway. He is. Literally.

Teen Idle

Ah, where to start. Every troubled teen's anthem, a very Armand (particularly bookmand) song.

"I wanna be a bottle blonde, I don't know why but I feel conned / I wnna be an idle teen, I wish I hadn't been so clean"

The blondeness here is metaphorical I think, metaphorical for a sort of beauty that is intention, wanted, enhanced, something that you create, not something cursed to you. Armand feels conned by his beauty, something desired and coveted making many things worse for him, more difficult, causing so much pain.

He wants to be an idle teen, to to have been perhaps. Not as he was, as Amadeo was, so... busy, with so much, so many. Or maybe he wished he had been more so, less clean, less quick, messier. Maybe that would have spared him pain too.

"I wanna stay inside all day, I want the world to go away"

Easy thing to say as a vampire, especially an eternally teenage one.

"I want blood, guts and chocolate cake, I want to be a real fake"

He wants indulgent things, vampiric and human, anything he can get.

"Instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible"

Armand's religious backstory, what more can I say. His loss of faith and difficulties with it are laid so clear here.

"The pretty lies, the ugly truth"

What more is there to Armand?

"The day has come where I have died, only to find I've come alive"

A teenager, forever. Dead, perfect.

"I wanna be a virgin pure, a 21st Century whore / I want back my virginity, so I can feel infinity"

I've been sitting here for minutes thinking of what I can say about this but its all in the lyrics. You already know.

"I wanna drink until I ache, I wanna make a big mistake, I want blood guts and angel cake"

Drinking until he aches has a double meaning to me, both his desire for blood as a vampire and for alcohol as mortal. The big mistake is either seducing Lord Harlech, or wishing to be a vampire in the first place. Then of course, another desire for blood, this time with angel cake. He was always describes as an angel, not quite human any way anyone looked.

"Adolescence didn't make sense, a little loss of innocence, the ugly years of being a fool, ain't youth meant to be beautiful?"

This just sums up Amadeo. It does.

Valley of the Dolls

This is where I move heavy into HC material, especially the hc that Armand suffers from some form of dissociative disorder, making Armand, Amadeo and Arun/Andrei distinct alters. The lyrics "living with identities that do not belong to me," and "pick a personality for free, when you feel like nobody" fit this extraordinarily well.

Hypocrates

I see this song as a very good explanation of my interpretation of Armand and Marius's relationship. Very good.

"You're the lonely, one and only, body in the world / Who can make me, who can break me down into a young girl"

Marius is, in many ways, the only one who holds any power over Armand on a personal level, for so many reasons, but this just brings up the part where Armand describes himself as being afraid of Marius. He still makes him feel like a mortal boy in his service again.

"I know you only want to own me, and that's the kind of love you show me / You tell me one thing and do another, keep all your secrets undercover"

This just sums it up to me. He does just want to own him, that is the only love being shown.

Fear and Loathing

"I lived a lot of different lives / Been different people many times"

Armand is consistently whoever those around him want him to be, he has never truly been his own person. Every new person, every lover he asks the same thing he asks Louis "who am I?", he creates a new life in his death.

"I lived my life in bitterness / And filled my heart with emptiness"

Armand learned, especially from the Children of Darkness, to not find pleasure or goodness in anything, especially not himself. He does not value himself or others, he is nihilistic quite constantly.

"Not everyone is out to screw you over / Maybe, yeah, just maybe, they just want to get to know you"

One thing I believe is intrinsic to Armand and his relationships with others is his fundamental lack of trust in them. He does not trust that they won't hurt him, they won't leave him, s he hurts them or himself before they can, makes them leave before they can choose to, before they can grow bored or fed up with him. He doesn't trust that anyone has good intentions, that ever actually love him.

"Got different people inside my head / I wonder which one that they like best"

Again, see Valley of the Dolls. I do see Arun, Amadeo and Armand as separate identities fighting to be the "real" one in a bid to keep safe if he can make others like them the most.

"And when the time comes along and the lights run out / I know a light will burn on when they blow me out"

There is one thing that Armand does very well, and it is endure. This is about him enduring. He will always burn on.

"Don't wanna be completely faithless, completely faithless"

Faith and religion are so SO important to Armand as a character, his belief in a higher power either blessing him or cursing him, but he cannot function without. He wants so much to hold some faith in what has happened to him, what continues to happen, that it is supposed to be in some way. It's a guide for him, if nothing else.

(Okay here I am going to skip How To Be A Heartbreaker as I do think it is the one song that does not fit, though at the same time Ithink amadeo would have loved it so shout out)

Radioactive

"My heart is nuclear / Love is all that I fear"

Would Armand know love if he saw it, if he experienced it? Or would he think it another trick, a play to gain something as it has always been to him. He fears love as much as he craves it as I doubt he even understands it. But his heart, his love is a powerful thing, a dangerous thing.

Sex Yeah

"Nothing is provocative anymore, even for kids"

'No one though children innocent of sensuous pleasures' :/

"All my life I've tried to hide what history has given me"

The ideas of history are really really interesting in this sound wrt Armand because of how much of his history is informed by sexuality. It's at every turn, every fight, every moment of his past and it is his legacy in many ways, take the painting. But what if he could fight that, could hide it, be something more, reclaim his personhood without forfeiting his sexuality. Maybe he has the time to, and has seen the culture change in so many ways.

Buy The Stars

I have very similar feelings to Hypocrates with this song, and I think it's similar in meaning when thinking of Armand too. Essentially I see this song as a representation of love as possession, a sort of love Armand had with Marius, and how owning and giving is not loving or knowing someone.

E.V.O.L

Devil's Minion song. So DM. "It only takes two lonely people to fuck love up and make it evil / It only takes a drop of evil to fuck up two beautiful people"

[summonedfrommyhands]

“Um,” he started, rapidly trying to clear the grogginess and sudden headache, “good morning?”

No one answered him, so he averted his eyes in embarrassment. He sat up, leaning back into the pillows. He tried recalling the past few days for something they could be upset about, but nothing came up.

… They have to speak soon, right? Or blink? The hawk - eyed stares he was getting were setting off his Fear Resistance.

He looked at each of them to see who would answer first, but gave up when their blank stares started turning into something else.

I really want to scold them, he thought, but they all really do seem worried about something…

A smooth hand on his face made him flinch. He turned to the person, a question on his lips when he saw the blank eyed look of his younger brother. He reached up to hold that hand, his question to that of a comfort.

“Yoohyunie,"

The silence continued as a small flicker formed in his brother's eyes, trembling before fully engulfing him a hug.

"Hyung." 

That's when the room erupted.

Everyone began speaking at once, their shouts and jumbled words making him wince and hold Yoohyun tighter.

Noticing this, Yoohyun sent a glare across the room, but it didn't break the chaotic atmosphere. 

"You - !" Bak Yerim yelled, moving from Moon Hyuna's side to punch the guild leader in the face. 

"We're all worried here, Han Yoohyun," Hyuna said, catching Yerim by her collar, effectively cutting her off from attacking.

Yoohyun decided to ignore her and hug his brother tighter. 

He watched as Yerim seethed, but didn't struggle from Hyuna's hold. Song Taiwan stood next to them, simply observing. 

"So," he asked, patting his brother into letting him breathe, "can I ask - "

"What's with the noise? Is he awake? Is Yoojin awake?" Yoo Meyongwoo opened the door, shouldering his way through the crowded room, Peace trailing behind him.

Peace jumped onto the bed, keeping his stare trained on him as he tried kicking Yoohyun to have a comfortable space on Yoojin to lay on. 

Of course, an angry Yoohyun pushed back, avoiding the swatting paws of the flame horned lion.

Myeongwoo had also brought breakfast into the room. He couldn’t see what he carried, but the smell made Yoojin realize how hungry he was.

"Yoohyunie, Peace," he said, tapping both of them lightly, "let go, I wanna eat."

"I'll feed you," Yoohyun tried to grab the plate, but Myeongwoo side stepped him. He tried again, and got side stepped again.

Myeongwoo waited until Yoojin pushed his brother away to hold the plate. Peace then bowled into Yoohyun, taking them both to the floor while Yerim and Hyuna cheered. For what, Yoojin didn't know, but the food as always, was delicious. 

"Are you alright, Yoojin?" His friend asked, worry clear on his face. Still confused by the situation, he replied when he was done chewing.

"I'm fine, but I don't know what's happening. Why is everyone in my room?" Feeling the room tense, Yoojin only asked again, seeing as no one gave an immediate response.

"... You had disappeared," Song Taiwan was the one to answer. "The only notice we had was Han Yoohyun causing stress to his guild. Bak Yerim then notified everyone."

Yoojin's face filled with confusion. He hadn’t gone anywhere - he went to sleep in his bed last night. He would have remembered going anywhere, right?

His confusion caused the room to chill, his Fear Resistance popping up amidst his racing mind.

"How long was I gone then? It didn't reach any news, right?"

"All night. And no, the situation caused a stir but nothing had been revealed to the public," Song Taiwan answered. "You also only reappeared less than four hours ago."

This froze Yoojin in his tracks, unsure of the information. His headache remained dull, but he felt that something was deeply wrong.

"You hadn't even mentioned the most interesting part in all of this," Sung Hyunjae peeked into the room, his smile and eyes looking the same as always.

Radiant bastard.

"Hey, hold on now, we don't know if it's actually connected to him," Hyuna said, long ago letting go of Yerim, who stood by Myeongwoo as he gave her snacks.

Yoojin stared at them, waiting for an answer. At some point, Yoohyun and Peace had returned to his side, fighting for who knows what.

"But isn't it strange that it also appeared four hours ago? After our dear Han Yoojin reappeared? And that there's no visible time limit, or the fact that no one can enter it?" 

That dull headache returned, rising from dull to annoying. 

I, he thought, I want to see it

"Hyung,"

I need to see it, a light tap on his face brought his attention back to those in the room.

The sudden thought scared him, but it wasn’t exactly concerning. A gate others can't touch and is possibly connected to him is something he needed to involve himself in.

"Can I go see it?" He asked, waiting for someone to answer. While they could deny him seeing it now, they all knew he'd sneak out later.

"Only when you're feeling better," Hyuna said, "whatever you disappeared to seems to have left you quite feverish."

Yoojin instinctively touched his face, concerned if he did have a fever. He felt fine, then noticed the sleeves he had on.

He didn't go to sleep wearing sleeves.

"... your clothes were dirty," his brother mumbled when he caught sight of Yoojin's stare.

… Having Yoohyun change his clothes didn’t feel right.

In fact, why didn't he just leave him in the dirty clothes? He could have just changed himself when he woke up.

"Yoohyun, Peace, off," he gently pushed the two off, turning to the others in the room.

"Please take me to the gate, I need to see it," Taiwan nodded, leaving the room to seemingly prepare.

"Are you sure?" Hyuna asked, "well, we're coming with you anyway. Nothing should be dangerous." He thanked her as she left as well, not giving Yoohyun a chance to decline on his behalf. Yerim and Myeongwoo followed her out.

"This should be very fun. I didn’t know that missing more than a night's work could be so rewarding. I'll see you outside," Hyunjae smiled, crescents for both his eyes and mouth.

Instead of retorting back, Yoojin just sighed and shooed everyone else out.

[cringelordofchaos]

top 3 of your biggest kins and why!!

Yayayay someone sent me an ask !!!

Sorry for my lack of response! Will get to it now!

Also I assume you mean fictionkin - sorry if you didn't!

Luz Noceda

Dvdhnfjdjd WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN? I've been so fucking obsessed w her and could relate to her WAYY too much since I started watching. Just... Ugh. So much of it. Being "the weird kid", inconsistent and lackluster grades / performance, being overly obsessed with a specific franchise (though mine come and go and return every few weeks lol), having a mom who really cares about you and wants the best for you and has had similar experiences growing up and being isolated or cast out but accidentally made you feel like you had to conform because that's what she kinda had to do??? idk but still encourages her child's true self and feels super guilty Abt it all yada yada. having little to no friends (I have one! (Speaking of offline) before visiting the demon realm. Fanfic writer (I never have the patience or motivation to finish anything I start though), being impulsive, not knowing whay you wanna be, being into witchcraft, feeling like you're somewhere where you don't belong (the human realm) and would gladly escape into a whole different realm, Bisexual (I'm questioning this though), gender nonconforming, being told that you just have to "apply yourself", insecure, similar clothing style, considers herself a "dummy", poor attention span for things she's uninterested, indecisive, etc etc, THIS SCENE THIS SCENE THIS SCENE

(ps the way camilla hovered her hand above the screen / luz when she saw how sad she was 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺)

It's just. Everything.. I remember the first time I watched it I was like "Luz is so me in almost every single way. Except she makes a ton of eye contact, I don't rly do that" lmao... I would rewatch s1 and S2 on loop every day for the whole summer, I am NOT exaggerating. I rly love TOH I'm so.glad I got the opportunity to watch it and it means sm to me and I keep rewatching the scene from thanks to them and auhggjt.

"all I ever wanted... Was to be understood!" HEJDJFJDIDJRUJDJEKF DJJFFJNFB FIKF

AARON MITCHELL

oh my GOD when I saw this movie for a few days I'd cry sm just bc of how much I related.to him. He chews his shirt. I used to do the same when I was twelve and a bunch of my shirts had holes and still have holes but I stopped and now I just grid my teeth instead lmfao and they hurt ouch. a piece of gum is a lifesaver for.me. He's OBSESSED with dinosaurs - for me it's not dinosaurs specifically but like I've said earlier I tend to get OBSESSED with things way too much to the point everyone knows me for that thing. He's implied to have ZERO FRIENDS before meeting Abby who shares his obsession w dinosaurs (just like me and my one n only friend fr) (why do I keep getting attached to characters who previously had zero friends wtf.) LOVES to talk Abt his interest. Obsessive. Shy. Awful social skills. Takes things too literally sometimes. Calls his dad father sometimes cuz why not ("Thank you, father." after he gave him his phone back "just as promised" (except he broke it in pieces but he.kept his promise so aaron doesn't care lmao.) carries a notebook and pencil w him randomly?. his older sibling and parent argue abt the siblings college choices and you're just forced to watch and the tension is rising and you're feeling anxious and Uhm yeah. SOMETIMES KINDA ROBOTIC IN HIS SPEECH? I've noticed? Blunt. Has a TON of things related to his obsession. (For me I have primarily a tonshit of sonic themed things.) dislikes being alone. Dislikes admitting his feelings. Nerd. Uses obsession as a way to understand, contextualize and communicate with the world and his surroundings. Also chews his fingers. Always wearing sweatpants. Fidgety. Ect etc. Just lile arhghfhfng. HIM.

Things I don't relate to - wearing shoes in bed. What the actual fuck Aaron. Also he wears socks. I don't do that unless I'm nailed down to the floor until I succumb to their nonsensical rules. Ok they KINDA make sense but I don't like them. I don't care that my shoes or feet will smell afterwards get those fucking socks away from me.

. anyway sorry. There's probably more but yeah I forgot. I actually got the urge to cry when just thinking about him a couple of times. Like wowza dawg he's just like me fr and I mean it. I can really really relate to him and I act a lot like him and I acted even more like him when I was about his age and was obsessed with exclusively sonic for like a year straight. lol

Enderman

Ok this one's a short one but yeah I can relate to them. They're just minding their own business, in their own piece, picking random things off the ground (or ground itself..), DESPISE eye contact and will get really violent if you make eye contact with them (I am not exaggerating I actually get really angry and uncomfortable with uninitiated eye contact from ppl I'm not comfy with like don't look at me stop looking at me stop looking at me.) makes random sounds sometimes, such as screeches and hisses. Unlike them I DO like water and I LOVE rain HOWEVER I DO NOT LIKE touching smaller amounts of water on surfaces where I don't expect water to be and get really grossed out and uncomfortable from it. Unless they're with their own kin they're just kinda going around, alone, minding their peace unless provoked. Like most mobs - both hostile and peaceful - acknowledge your existence, hostile ones attack you, peaceful ones like horses and sheep and pigs and wolves and cats and whatnot may look at you if you look at it and pay attention to you and some can be befriended, enderman is neither like them, they're minding their own business, they don't initiate contact like, ever, and only engage w the player when having to defend themselves... when feeling threatened EVEN if the player didn't mean to scare them, like idk I'm.noy.really used to strangers having good intentions with me so I get defensive easily .... that is irl, on the internet I definitely don't get ever scared from social interactions ahaha 😎 yeah.

So yeah the only thing I KINDA can't relate to is not liking water - I only dislike water in a very specific context so yeah. And I do make eye contact w family members usually like I've mentioned earlier - I don't know, do endermen make eye contact with each other? I'm not sure, I don't remember. There might be more to them that I relate to but I can't recall anything at the moment

Everything I've mentioned about these characters in This post - I can relate to. These are just my feelings put imperfectly into words.... but I feel a lot about them and have felt a lot about them for quite some time.

Ducbfjrj there's also a list of characters I relate to (link in intro post) but these were the ones I related to the most

[lynnbeth5172]

Blacked Last Night iv

"For the last time, mum..! don't wanna go." Vivi tapped her finger on her phone as she chewed a bit on her nail, she waited to hear her mother's voice from her phone again. She was looking around her room searching for a pair of pants as her mother called her about going to her aunt Clara's wedding, she didn't know if her aunt knew about her phobia but hopefully she had some sense of what she was going through. Granted she hasn’t seen her aunt since she was sixteen but she still hoped someone told her about her phobia.

"She wants to see you again, you know that your aunt hasn't seen you in three years." Her mother's voice sounded slightly more tired than she remembered, she could hear a can opening and felt a small smile play at her lips. Her father cracking open a can of beer was something she was used to, either beer or soda, he was never a wine person; always complaining about how strong it was. Vivi didn’t mind it personally but that was her opinion that she didn’t tell her father.

"Does she know about my agoraphobia?" Vivi ran a hand through her hair as she pulled on a pair of jeans, though some people would hardly be awake at 6:00. It was the only way she could get breakfast and not be bothered or bump into other students.

"She does, and I've tried telling her that but she says that she'll still be heartbroken if you don't attend." Her mother sounded sympathetic and a sinking feeling came to her stomach, she could possibly have a plus one but she had no mate…okay well she supposed that was a lie but Michael Gavey seemed like the person to not go to a wedding, also she didn’t want people to confuse them for dating.

“Mum…can I bring someone?” She tapped her foot and put a finger to her lip and tapped on it till she answered.

“Yes, though she says that she’ll have to meet the person first.” Then came the question that she expected;

“Who are you thinking of bringing?” Vivi pressed her lips together and tried not to stutter.

“A…friend.” She put on her shoes and popped a pill into her mouth, swallowing it and hanging up after she said she loved her mum.

Okay so…she supposed now she should probably ask Michael Gavey if he wants to come to a wedding.

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“Explain to me again…why the hell are you inviting me to a wedding? Barely know you.” Michael glanced at Vivi as they both spoke in quietly in their French class, they both sat a bit distantly from the other students in the class yet close enough to each other to talk.

“My aunt wants me to go and I don’t wanna go alone…also there’s the possibility that she probably won’t shut it about me being with someone since she did it last time…” That time she made eye contact with him and looked back down; she seemed almost more nervous than she was yesterday, but that could be due to her agoraphobia and not being comfortable in a class.

“Don’t you have a mate to bring?” He glanced at her and she blinked before shaking her head.

“Who’d want to be friends with someone who barely leaves her dorm?” She looked back at her paper and continued writing, a small sense of relatability bubbled in him, he’d always ask himself that. ‘Who’d be friends with the boy with glasses and who is brilliant at math?’ He used to think that it was Oliver who was that friend but well…clearly not. He felt almost embarrassed as he spoke:

“Suppose you’re a Norman no-mates too then?” He heard her stop writing and looked to see her slightly frozen but she swallowed and nodded before speaking:

“Most of them stopped being there when my phobia got worse, I tried going to parties with them but I just kept feeling nauseous and wanting to leave. I kept trying to go to parties with them but I think it became worse…better to just not go to parties than feel like you’re drowning in people.” She swallowed and looked down, picking back up her pencil and playing with the eraser.

“Probably a stupid thing to say but yea…I have no mates anymore, I can think the same goes for you?” His throat felt dry as he nodded and wrote his notes as he spoke.

“Had a friend back in school but they went to a different college, then Oliver came and I thought I had a mate but he liked the posh cunts more.”

Making friends for Michael was always not something he enjoyed; he was an outsider even if he was posh like them, he always resented how it felt like they felt righteous for something that their parents payed for.

“So…Yea, no friends.” It was silence for a moment, say for when Michael tried pronouncing ‘Developer’ in French, to no avail.

“It’s ‘Révélateur‘.” He looked at Vivi who looked up from her notes, he scrunched his lips and took in a breath.

“Yeah I know, just it’s hard to pronounce.” Michael only knew a bit of French and Spanish but he was mostly more good at Spanish than French.

An idea seemed to have come to Vivi as she leaned in and looked at his notes, Michael felt oddly hot having her near him. Enough to where she could whisper into his ear.

“Why don’t we do something? You go with me to the wedding…and maybe help with my agoraphobia, then I’ll help you with French and anything you’d struggling with.” He raised a brow when she mentioned her agoraphobia.

“I…I want to be able to at least get it under control by the time the wedding comes up, last wedding I went to, I was near a panic. Don’t know if I can have it go away fully but I would like to try and have it a bit more under control.” She moved away and played with a loose string from her shirt, he thought about it for a moment and offered his hand.

“Fine then…as long as you also maybe help me with another thing; help maybe do something to Quick.” It was Vivi’s turn to raise a brow and look at him, granted what he wanted to do wasn’t horrible but…still he wanted her to agree to it.

“Okay then…as long as it doesn’t include murder then I promise I’ll help.” She offered her pinky and he suppressed a smile and took her pinky, she returned his smile and nodded.

“Suppose that makes us sort of friends?” Vivi looked at him and he shrugged, her eyes showed curiosity and he thought about it for a moment before nodded and offering her a grin.

“You’re my mate then…though if we go through this wedding and revenge on Oliver, we’ll still be friends.” She nodded and took his hand again, squeezing it.

“Michael Gavey you’re my mate.”

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[whumpsandwhimpers]

Whumpuary 6 - Community Prompt: Share your favorite whump creations (either someone else’s or yours!)

OOOH OKAY THIS IS FUN. So I wanna do both mine and someone else's!!

MINE:

on the precipice of Madness (POTO)

“Ah, you’re finally awake,” the Phantom purred. Raoul tried to answer—to question what he had done to him, but he could not make a sound. Erik’s footsteps came closer, next to him now. Raoul’s panic spiked as he suddenly heard Erik’s voice speaking directly into his ear. “Can you feel me? I’m right here, Monsieur.”

Aka, Raoul goes through sensory deprivation!!!

Woe Is We (Wednesday)

Panting, body dripping with blood, someone else's blood. Wednesday's blood. Tyler came slowly to Nevermore. All that remained was the charred remains of the once renowned school, blackened and smelling of ash and blood. Crackstone had succeeded. Laurel had won.

damsel in distress (One Piece)

Zoro is captured by some idiot pirates, who decide to give him a hard time.

On Your Knees (POTO)

Raoul is held captive by Erik, who takes this opportunity to degrade the young Vicomte as much as he possibly can.

my brother's keeper (POTO)

Philippe and Raoul are captured. Their captors try to force Philippe into a deal he does not want to make, and do everything they can to make him agree—by hurting his little brother right in front of him.

OTHERS:

The Vicomte and the Phantom in Foraster Arena

Raoul and Erik are captured, and forced to take part in a terrible game - each turn using a different method to harm their opponent. Last one to die wins!

This was written by one of my closest friends and favorite whump writers EVER, @dont-do-rice-babes!! SERIOUSLY GUYS PLEASE READ THIS I BEG YALL IT'S SO AMAZING IM AKJSDFHKJAHSDFJKADSF *chews the walls*

programed to dream

The spaceship Comet-rider is the fastest, most efficient vessel in the galaxy, and is crewed by Separatist-funded pirates. Anakin Skywalker is missing. Unfortunately, these two things are connected.

The concept of the fic AND execution is just SO DELICIOUS.

all the king's horses

It wasn’t the blade sinking into the flesh of his palm, nor the smell of wood smoke and incense permeating the air that woke Keith. Nor was it the weight of iron-wrought shackles hanging heavy from his wrists and ankles. No, it was the sinister giggle in his ear and frigid fingers carding through his head that roused Keith from a dead slumber. He didn’t remember going to sleep at all—in fact, he wasn’t so sure he’d been asleep so much as knocked out. His head ached with a throbbing pulse and he couldn’t quite bring the world into focus. The room was dark, shadows dancing along the dingy wall certainly not helping things. A groan escaped him despite himself. "Don't worry, it'll only hurt for a bit."

This fic TRAUMATIZED ME. Like, to this day this is the actual scariest fic I've ever read

Obedience

Something is seriously wrong with Tim—Jason just knows it. Ever since the Mad Hatter incident, Tim has been acting completely different, and the worst part is that no one believes Jason when he tells them so. But when the truth is eventually revealed, the whole family comes to realize that the situation is far worse than anyone could have ever predicted.

THIS IS SO GOOD but also hits,,, too close to home personally. BUT IT'S SO GOOD and STILL one of my faves even if it hurts to remember and read

she loves a pretty face

Erik scars Raoul. Raoul tries to move past it, but Christine won't talk to him, and Erik won't leave him alone.

Honestly EVERYTHING about this. SO GOOD???? ALKSDJF

lonely with you

After her traumatic experiences in Paris, Christine doesn't want anyone to touch her. Meanwhile, Raoul has lost the support of his family, who used to touch him all the time.

This one is so HEART-BREAKING KJASDHFKJA

You Monster

You have had nightmares for weeks, waking up covered in sweat. Tonight feels no different; but it is. There is something calling to you, deep within the woods.

A masterpiece honestly, plus body horror AND loss of autonomy?? YES

AAAAND THERE WE GO!!

@whumpuary

[missmagooglie]

Fuck It Friday

Always fun when writing inspo comes out of order 🙄. Started messing around with some scenes from later on in Therapy Baby! Here's a little bit of Buddie "they almost kissed but then they didn't" action:

"Buck, wait," Eddie whispers. He dips his chin and turns his face away, but makes no move to step out of Buck's grip. "We can't." "I thought–" Buck is confused for a moment, then mortified. He drops his hands from Eddie's waist and steps sharply back. "Fuck. Eddie, I'm so sorry. I thought you wanted this." "I do," Eddie says quickly. He reaches out for Buck's hand, tangling their fingers together and stopping Buck from moving further away. "Jesus, Buck. You have no idea how much, but –" Eddie pauses for a moment, chewing nervously at his lower lip. "I should have told you sooner. Christopher's mother and I… we're still married." He winces a little, and adds, "Technically." Buck frowns. He remembers being in the firetruck, learning about Christopher the same day he learned that Danny was his. He remembers Eddie saying, "I'm all he's got. His mother's not in the picture." He's never thought to push Eddie on what exactly that meant, and he wonders now if maybe he should have.

"I thought you said she wasn't part of his life anymore," he says. "She's not," Eddie confirms. His shoulders slump and he won't look at Buck as he speaks. "She left when Chris was six. It was… there was a lot going on, and I wasn't ready to be the kind of husband she needed me to be. She said she needed time."

Christopher is eight now. Buck knows because he'd nearly passed out helping Eddie blow up all the balloons for the party -- an event where there had been no mention of Christopher's mother from Chris, Eddie, or any of Eddie's LA based relatives who had descended on the party with more food than an army of second graders could ever hope to finish.

"That's what, two years ago now?"  Buck says. "It sounds like you've given her plenty of time." "That's not," Eddie exhales harshly, and for a moment Buck is afraid he's crossed a line, that Eddie is annoyed with him. When Eddie speaks again, his words are deliberate and careful, but his tone is gentle. "I'm not waiting for Shannon to come back to me. I don't know that there's enough left of that relationship for us to repair it, even if we wanted to. I want to wait because you are important to me, and you deserve better than a relationship with a married man who never officially ended things with his estranged wife." "So," Buck says, the hopeful anticipation he felt before Eddie asked him to stop slowly fluttering back to life, "what I'm hearing is less of a 'no' and more of a 'not yet', then?" Finally Eddie looks at him, his deep brown eyes so wide and earnest that Buck feels like he's drowning in them. He squeezes Buck's hand and pulls slightly, drawing Buck toward him. "Is that ok?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah," Buck breathes. "Eddie, I would wait forever for you." It may be a blatant hypocrisy, but Buck doesn't care. This is Eddie. However long he needs to wait, it will be worth it. Eddie groans, and it turns into a chuckle as he rests his forehead against Buck's shoulder. "God, I wanna kiss you so bad right now," he bemoans. "I'm not stopping you," Buck replies lightly, but there's no expectation behind it. Instead, he focuses on how it feels to have Eddie this close, every lingering touch carving itself into his memory. Eddie shakes his head, like Buck knew he would, but doesn't pull away. "If I started kissing you, I don't think I could stop," he admits. "And I need to sort my shit out first."

[tactical-jellyfish]

The introduction

Gay people, rise up. It's Hobie time.

Warnings:

-swearing

-Miguel O' Hara

(This takes place around two and a half years before the main story, I'm working on organizing it into a masterlist rn)

You don't know exactly where you are.

That's getting more and more common these days, though, so you don't hold it against the very upset-seeming Latin man or the weird asshole hologram lady, and look forward to the small camera before you.

"I'm- I'm really sorry, what is it I'm supposed to be doing again?" Your hand finds the textured, plastic back of the chair, and you run a thumb over the grain to soak in the feeling. The man whose name you're already forgetting scowls, and he steps forward.

"Can you just- Lyla, can you do the thing?" He sounds annoyed. It makes you shrivel in on yourself, smile sheepishly as you pray that you'll make it out of today without having to deal with him any more than this.

"What thing?" Lyla, as you find out her name, seems to revel in that question, cocking out her hip in that too-big jacket and grinning as she responds.

"The information- explainy thing. You know what I mean." Lyla crossed her arms, and stuck her tongue out a little bit.

"Hah, you're talking about a different thing. You know, for someone with such thorough naming conventions-"

"I know! I understand, I get it, ay-" You've just been sitting there this entire exchange, borderline shaking as you try to understand what the fuck is going on here.

The screeching on a loud guitar makes you jump, and cover your ears. The frustrated man glances for a second, before nodding ever so slightly to Lyla, who seemingly makes a note somewhere.

"Sensory sensitivity, got it-" She speaks as you lower your hands, eyes wide and anxious like a feral cat trapped in a corner.

The big man seems to soften his posture a bit more, but he balls his hands into fists before stomping off in the direction of the guitar.

"Alright kid. Let me help you out a little here." She swoops through the air until she stands behind the camera, and gives you a seemingly more considerate smile.

You hear the shutter open.

"Introduce yourself." You don't think you pulled a face at that, but the way Lyla reacts, you simply must have. She sighs, but remains patient.

"Like your name-"

"My name??? No, no, no, no, no. I wanna do this my own way." She steps back, puts her hands up causally, before she seems to blip out of existence again, seemingly content to let you work this out on your own.

The camera is, in fact, scarier alone, but you swallow down that fear and start to talk.

"Uhhh- Hi. I'm- I- I- I-" Words seem to evade your idiot mouth as you look down the lens of the camera, before you pinch the bridge of your nose.

"Motherfffff-" You cut yourself off at the "f", remembering the single, beady eye scanning you, the piercing vertical eye of the moitor at it side that likely shows you there, too. So you correct yourself. "I shouldn't say that."

"Y- Ugh, goddammit. Webs, spider, you get the gist. Call me Orb-" Before you can finish your poorly-planned little clip, the door opens, but the cadence of the footsteps are different.

There's a stupidly lanky boy there, with a guitar on his back and adorned in spikes.

Twists stick out from his scalp, honeyed a nice yellowish at the ends, and he wears a lip ring and earrings, though they don't go up past the lobe very far.

He seems to be made of some sort of collage, infinitely shifting snippets of newspaper and color in his little backdrop as he changes color. Currently, he seems to be sticking to gray. It's neat, but you don't yet know how it works and that only sours your already confused mood further.

You frown a little, he seems to catch it.

"Oi, mate. Who're you?" Wow. He is stupid British. Some part of your brain lights up with that, chews on the way that voice rings through the space.

Not rich, from the slang, and he's clipped, so you guess somewhere South-East, judging by the jacket, near Camden.

The punk seems to squirm a bit, and he less confidently says "Wot the fuck's up with you? You're starin'"

You feel your cheeks heat with shame, but you speak up.

"Not staring, just… observing. It's different." He raises a brow, but lets you finish.

"I like your twists. Very… cool."

He pauses, before taking one of them into a gangly hand. You see the corner of his lip twitch up but you don't know why

"Thanks."

There's a moment of dead air, but you both ask the same question at once.

"Do you know why we're here?" "Do ya know why we're in this shithole?"

You meet his eyes. They're a nice brown, your brain supplies, but they would look much better in warmer lighting.

He starts to giggle. You think his laugh is funny, and chuckle too.

"Right, I guess we should get to know each-other if we're stuck here, yeah?" He's walking over now, asking that question like you know what you're doing.

"I'm Hobie. Hobie Brown." He doesn't offer a hand. You're grateful for that, this has all been too much already.

"I'm Orb-weaver." Your voice is flat enough to make him raise a brow, but he shrugs, seemingly fine with dismissing that as just how you are remarkably fast.

"All business, huh?"

"No. My name is just on a need-to-know basis right now." You answer, and he leans on the edge of your chair, smiling.

"What if I-"

"You don't need to know." His lips lose some of that smile, and, for a second, you flounder to fix that, at any cost. But you can't tell him your name.

"But… I appreciate your tenacity." It's a compliment, one of the rare ones that you give, and Hobie seems to register that, because the papers surrounding him shift again and he turns… pink. Huh.

"That sounds like a label, mate, I don't do those."

"What?"

The recording stops.

The conversation doesn't.

[sunnyie-eve]

5 | Family Drama

Series: Odds Together

Paring: Ryan Dunn x OFC Margera!

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Rude Family, Mention of rape

| MASTERLIST |

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Since that night I went off on my mom, which I didn't fully remember, I've been avoiding any type of conversations about that whole day. I think everyone knew it too so no one ever brought it up.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I ask Bam hearing our mother start to scream. I see he was bashing through the side of the door to make a draw bridge. "And I still couldn't stay out late?" I mumble to myself going back upstairs.

"Anna!" I hear Ryan start to rush after me.

"Leave me alone." I groan shutting my door on him.

"I can open it still... What did you do to your wall?" He sees all the holes.

"That bat plus a not so sober me pissed off equals that." I point at the bat, me, and the wall. "And before you speak... No, I don't wanna talk about it."

"I heard everything you said. I followed you in. She really got on you for doing what we did growing up? The videos and everything?"

"Yes. She wanted me to be the clean cut one out of her kids. Wanted me to get good grades in school, go to college so I could get good paying job. Maybe find a good clean cut guy who knows what he wants to do with his life. Then my dad wanted this perfect princess daughter. When I was super young, I loved Disney princess and he said I could be just like them. I started doing chores at six years old thinking I was a princess. Then Beauty and the Beast came out when I was 12. She became my favorite and I wanted to be like her so that's when I started reading. Growing up I of course realized I wasn't some princess and if I was one I was Cinderella. So when I got to hangout with you and Bam, it felt nice just having fun. But I got chewed out because I wasn't supposed to be doing that. I was supposed to be doing girl things."

"I'm sorry I never noticed." Ryan gives me a sad pout.

"You wouldn't have known because it was always said when I was alone. Bam doesn't even know because he's not super observant. Just stay quiet about it. Please." He nods his head then leaves my room.

~

"We're having a big dinner. All your relatives. All of Phil's relatives." Bam tells our mom.

"You are lying. You would not invite all theses people. No you wouldn't. You wouldn't dare." She tells him.

"We want drama." He tells her and I huff eyeing him.

"Why would you want drama with your family? I'm gonna have a heart attack." She tells him so I decide to speak up.

"One, drama already happened for your don't feed Phil episode. Two, you do know everyone in our family heard about the lies Austin said right? They believed them."

"That's right Bam. I completely forgot. They're gonna bring all that crap up again." Mom tells him.

"If they do, I'll shut it down quickly." He says so I leave the room listening to them bicker.

When my mom comes into the living room she looks over at me sighing, "I'm sorry Anna. For everything. When you said I was one of the reasons you left really hurt me and made me realize I hurt you." She tears up. "I just wanted my little girl to be perfect." She wipes her tears away making me tear up.

I walk over giving her a hug, "I love you."

Bam asks me to go with him and dad to go get Mum mum so I go but when they go inside I wait in the vehicle. She was one of many family members who gave me hell for the lies I apparently did.

"I didn't hear you were back." She says as she get in.

"She got back a few months ago." Bam tells her. "Do you still not say the f word?" Bam asks her.

"No, I don't say the F word."

"What about the S word?" He asks.

"What shit?" She makes us chuckle.

"I'm gonna a tattoo that says the f-word right here." He motions to his chest.

"I'm gonna disown you." He tells him making him say you can't. "I already cut you out of my will."

"Is anybody left in your will? Jesse is right?" Dad asks her.

"No, he wasn't a virgin til he got married."

"That's impossible to do that." He tells her.

"In the olden days people did it." She says making them go off about not anymore.

"Is Anna in it still?" Dad asks making Bam say his name.

"You know she ain't after the things she did." I roll my eyes chuckling as she looks at me.

"I didn't do any of the shit." I look out the window.

"Where's your proof?" She asks making Bam say her name now.

"Proof?" I look at her. "How do I prove I was almost raped by a group of football players and that I wasn't the one who made a move on them first asking for it then decided to play a victim? I did have proof for a negative pregnancy test so the rumor about getting knocked up was proven wrong." I look over at her.

"I don't wanna argue about this right now." She looks away from me.

When we get back home I get out annoyed going straight to my mom. "Mum mum already brought it up because dad was talking about whose in her will." I tell her making her sigh.

"Hopefully no one else brings up that topic." She rubs my back.

"Hopefully no one tries talking to me." I give her a small smile.

When the whole family shows up I sit away from everyone and just read a book hoping to be left alone. When the crew got back with the food they make a big entrance with an elephant and dressed up. I watch mom freak out about the elephant trying to go in the house.

"What do you want Dunn?" I ask as he stand in front of me with an animal head on wearing wings too.

"How do you know it's me?" He asks not moving.

"Your tattoos give you away." I laugh at him so he takes his head off.

"Why you alone like you've been disowned?" He looks at everyone sitting together.

"Because I basically am. Majority of the people here believed in the lies and I don't want to talk about it with them. I already went through it with Mum mum." I close my book as he squats down in front of me holding on to my knees.

"I'll eat with you so you aren't alone. Come on, let's get food." He pulls me up dragging me over to eat. He grabs a big piece and just pulls the meat off to eat. "Open wide." He tries feeding me.

"Dunn..." I move my head away.

"Come on, you gotta eat." He smiles moving the meat towards my face again so I open my mouth and take it. "Good girl." He laughs.

"You're ridiculous." I laugh at him.

"But you love me." He smiles bigger and I stop going to get my own food then go sit alone again.

After eating I pull out my phone and listen to the voicemail I refuse to respond too. When it starts to get wild because of Vito making Mum mum fed up and leaves.

"Ryan, it smells bad." I whine as he puts the animal head on me as he sits on my lap.

"Does it? I can't tell." He takes it off of me smelling it.

"Because you stink." I laugh at him.

"I took a shower." He looks offended.

"When months ago?" I say making him hit me.

"No, fuck you."

"You love me just admit." I laugh making him put an arm around my shoulder leaning his head on me.

"You know one of the rumors was she cheated on Austin with him... Bam's best friend. I believe that look at them." I head someone from mom's side of the family say as they pass us.

"I want up." I try to get Ryan off me.

"Ignore them." He doesn't move.

"Annabelle, how was Ireland?" One of my cousins walk up to us.

"Good."

"I bet you had fun with the boys there." She giggles walking away.

"Okay, I'm done get the fuck off me." I shove Ryan off me so I could go to my room. As I pass my cousin she calls me a slut so I turn around to punch her but Ryan runs over wrapping his arms around me.

"This isn't gonna help you." He carries me into the house.

"You can put me down now." I shake my way free. "I don't care what my family thinks of me. I don't talk to anyone out side family gatherings. Never have growing up before the lies." I go up to my room hearing him following. "Ryan, just leave me alone. Go enjoy things."

"I will by watching Grease with you. It's one of your favorites. Then once it's over we can watch Cry Baby because I know Johnny Depp will make you forget them outside." He smiles taking the movie off my bookshelf putting it in.

"You hate both movies." I watch him.

"I do but I'll pretend to like them for you." He jumps onto my bed getting comfortable. I turn back to look at him laying there looking at the tv then at me, "Get comfortable." He pats the spot next to him so I lay back turning my head to face him. He turns his to look at me giving me a big smile.