#THEY HAD TO STOP THE AWARD TO PROPERLY REACT TO IT

[al-mayriti]

LOSING MY MIND RN

[twyftwyt]

here’s a short Noah imagine i scrabbled in my notes app while rotting in bed, i’m wondering if i should write more.

…you have more pieces of me than the desert has sand

and i have less pieces of you than i can hold in my hand…

I knew we weren’t dating. I knew we were never gonna be together officially, so what was the point of fighting over it? What was the point of this whole thing, actually? I wasn’t his to claim and he, for sure, was not mine to call. He was gone almost 300 days of the year. He had gigs, festivals, signings, award shows, record meetings. And I had a 9 to 5 job. I went home, cooked, cleaned, went on vacation sometimes but my routine was way different from his.

So why were we sitting in his car, at 2 in the morning, fighting over “labels”?

“I’m not about to argue with a man who doesn’t even know what he wants.”

“Do you hear yourself? I don’t know what I want? Me? Is that how we’re turning the narrative now?”

“No, Noah. The narrative’s been the same this whole time. Just admit that you don’t want a relationship and we can call it a day and I can finally go home and sleep, cause I have work tomorrow.”

My eyes were burning and so were my cheeks. I was flushed with anger and I could already feel the tears coming.

“I never, NOT ONCE, said that I do not want a relationship. I am INCAPABLE of maintaining one. You wanna miss me for a month straight, see me for a weekend, travel the whole world to spend a day, maximum two with me in between shows? You want me calling you in the middle of the night, waking you up just because where I’m at it’s midday and it’s the only possible time for me to call you? You want to put us in a position where my trust will be questioned all the time? And you’ll be anxious if you see me with another woman just because I HAVE to work with her? You wanna go through all of this?”

“Seems like you don’t want to, so what’s the point of having this conversation? Please, just take me home.”

I couldn’t contain myself anymore and I felt the tears streaming down my face. I was starting to shake but I didn’t want to make a bigger scene than what this conversation had already turned to. I was spent. And hurt and tired. And he was just sitting in the driver seat, looking at me, not knowing what to do. He looked so pathetic, it was insane how much I allowed myself to fall in love with him. He was just. a. stupid. man. He never knew how to react properly and most of the time it was funny watching him struggle to pick the right words, but he was always big on physical contact, so he’d just pull me in his arms until I stop crying. He didn’t do that now though. He was just staring at me, blankly. I turned to face the window and put my legs up on the seat, curling into a little ball.

I heard the engine start and the radio came back to life with the most gut wrenching song Spotify could pick. God, I hate that shared playlist. And I hate myself for falling for him.

[earthtoharlow]

Flashing Lights

10) I Miss You, Don’t Call Me

Jack Harlow x Singer!OC

TW: slight mention of violence, and mentions of alcohol abuse

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Jack sighed as Maryse declined his call again. It’s been a month since that incident with Nate happened. The next morning Maryse didn’t want to talk about it, stating she was fine. Jack knew she was lying, but didn’t want to push her.

Things seemed to be okay for a few weeks but recently Maryse has been avoiding him. She would decline his calls and if the off chance she did answer she would rush him off the phone saying she had to get back to rehearsals for her shows she had coming up at the Apollo Theater.

Jack was afraid that if she continued on this path of keeping things herself that she was going to blow up one day. He hated seeing her like this. It doesn’t help that he’s in LA right now while she’s home in NY.

“Jack, why are you rushing back to New York, we literally need you in Boston for New Balance by tomorrow afternoon!” Neelam said as she interrupted his thoughts. Jack needed to see Maryse now, he couldn’t let this go on any longer.

“I’m going to see Maryse, I’ll go straight to Boston as soon as I’m done. I promise.” He responded as he continued to pack his backpack, deciding to only take essentials.

He ignored Neelam's sigh at the mention of his girlfriend. “Jack…” she started but he immediately interrupted her. “Don’t wanna hear it.”

“Jack, just hear me out! I love Maryse but your career is very important. This is a huge year for you, you can’t just drop everything for some girl, you’ve only been dating for 3 months! And don’t think I haven’t noticed her ignoring your calls…”

Jack pulled his hoodie over his head, and took a deep breath before replying. “It’s been five months.” Neelam rolled her eyes.

“I’m not dropping everything for some girl, she’s my girlfriend and a Grammy award winner, might I add.”

He continued as Neelam folded her arms in front of him. “She’s going through something right now and needs me. I’ve been running around nonstop, and haven’t missed an appearance. Boston is hardly an hour flight away from NY. I will be back in time for the NB event.”

Only thing Neelam could do was sigh, knowing she wasn’t going to change his mind. “Ok. Fine. You better be back in time.”

He gave a simple nod as he slung his backpack over his shoulders and headed towards the door. “Gotcha.”

As he walked out the door he turned around to say one last thing. “Oh, and Neelam?”

“Yeah?” She questioned.

“You’re going to respect my girlfriend, she’s here to stay. This weird energy you have towards her is going to stop.” He closed the door behind him, not giving Neelam time to react as she stood there with her mouth open.

***

“That sounded great guys, let's take a 30!” Maryse told her band with a smile. She was currently rehearsing for her shows the following weekend at the iconic Apollo Theater to celebrate her debut album.

Once everyone left the room she sat at the piano and she began playing around with some chords that had been in her head for a couple days.

She silently sighed as her fingers moved across the keys, the more she played the more she started thinking about Jack. He didn’t deserve how she was treating him and made a silent vow to call him when he left rehearsals.

“I haven't slept since Sunday…” she began singing the first thing that came to mind. She wished Jack was with her right now.

“Midnight for me is 3:00 a.m. for you. But my sleepless nights are better with you than nights could ever be alone.” Maryse hadn’t slept properly since the night of her release party, having dreams about Nate, she knew the only thing that would fix this would be opening up about with Jack.

“I was good at feeling nothing, now I'm hopeless. What a drag to love you like I do”

Fuck it. She thought as she pulled her phone out, dialing Jack’s number. He of course answered on the first ring, she spoke before he could even speak. “I love you so much, I’m sorry for ignoring your calls, we can talk about everything when I get home, okay?” She bit her lip as it was silent on the other line.

“I love you too.” Maryse gasped as she heard his voice from behind her. Turning around, Jack was leaning against the doorway, phone pressed against his ear.

She immediately jumped up from her place at the piano and skipped towards him. “What are you doing here?” Maryse questioned as she pulled him closer to her, pressing her face into his chest and smelling his cologne.

Jack just shook his head, and kissed the top of her head. “We can talk about it later. I just needed to see you.”

***

It was 10 pm when she got back home from rehearsals, she stripped as soon as she walked into the house. Walking into her room, Jack was spread across her bed, soft snoring leaving his mouth. She felt bad that he came all this way for her. Changing into one of his many shirts he’s left at her place, she climbed into bed next to him, pressing a kiss to his face.

Jack, being a light sleeper, woke up from the light kiss. “Hey” he said softly.

Maryse smiled at him, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry for ignoring your calls.”

Jack pulled her in closer next to him in bed. Maryse wrapping her legs around his own. “I guess I should explain myself.”

He nodded. “But only if you’re ready, I never wanna pressure you. I’m just worried about you.”

Maryse nodded and was silent as she continued playing with his hair. “I had been dating Nate since he was a senior in college. So I’ve known him for a really long time. You could say he was my first real relationship. Everything was really good for a long time, until we weren’t. But everything changed when he tore his pec during a playoff game.”

Jack stayed quiet, letting Maryse get her thoughts out.

“He was really upset and angry with himself for getting hurt. So he started drinking to cope, I would come home from the studio and he would be passed out drunk in the living room.”

Maryse took a pause before continuing, she hasn’t spoken about this to anyone in almost two years. “I watched alcohol turn the man I loved into a monster. We would argue all the time, every problem we faced steamed from his drinking.”

She didn’t realize it in the moment that she had closed her eyes as she spoke, thinking about the things he would say out of anger. “You’ll never make it in the industry.” “No one will listen to your music.” “No one will ever love you like I do”

“He would say the curliest things to me during arguments but he never once put his hands on me. That night at the release party was the first.” Maryse could feel herself getting overwhelmed and tears started forming in her eyes.

Jack immediately pulled her into his chest, bringing her closer than she already was. “I’m sorry.” Maryse said, pulling back and wiping her eyes. She grimaced seeing the tear stain on his shirt.

He shook his head, “This isn’t my favorite shirt.” Maryse couldn’t help but giggle and pinched his side.

“Not about that you idiot! Sorry, for putting you, and Urban for that matter in that position. You both could’ve gotten extremely hurt that night! Especially with how angry Nate was. That’s why I was ignoring your calls because I was really embarrassed after that night.” Maryse ended with a frown.

It was Jack’s turn to frown. “I’m going to stop you right there. One, you didn’t deserve any of that shit he put you through. I’m sorry that you had to deal with that, loving an addict is a hard and taxing job. Two, you’re worth defending. I’ll throw my last punch defending you. You’re my person, my peace. I’ll do anything to protect you.”

Hearing Jack reassure her made Maryse relax for the first time in weeks. She also couldn’t help the flutters she felt in her stomach at Jack calling her his person.

“I love you, Jack.”

Jack leaned forward and kissed her head, nose and finally a sweet kiss on her lips.

“I love you more. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

Maryse pressed her lips against his lips one more time, happy he was here in her arms.

Jack let out a yawn. “Now, wrap your legs around me so I can go back to sleep. I have a flight to catch in 3 hours.”

She did just that, getting a full nights rest for the first time in weeks.

***

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[brothrbear]

Introspection is Overrated Chapter 1 - Hallowed Halls

Harsh light streams into the walls of a vacant office building. Four figures are bunched far too close together. Tension builds as the screen in front of them shows a balding doctor.

The patchy sound blaring out of the barely operational TV speakers is grating and presses on already raw nerves. The four figures groan and growl as the pompous fool speaks.

“oh yes here comes dipshit with another award winning theory” The largest of the four figures speaks, measured and calm, despite physical symptoms of stress. Its soft tufted ears are pinned back in a silent scowl. The cold ceramic mask on its face portrays nothing but bland indifference as it squeezes its darkened arm until it's bright ruby red. “next he will he saying we are responsible for this”

“Philips Monitor. VS3. They're so easy to break and so hard to repair…” The smallest of the four whines out, completely trying to ignore the current conversation. The soft brown and white plushie focuses its attention past the man delivering news

“Would you two shut up!!!” The figure being squished in by the other three shouts at them. It clutches its thumbless hands around a broken controller. Despite the loud growl the others don't react. She begins to get louder, yelling “HE'S SAYING WE MIGHT GET TO SLEEP!!!” at them with enough force to knock the others away.

The others quiet down as the fourth figure slinks to the TV and pushes a slimy tendril into it, pushing a few components together. The speakers on the screen crackle before projecting the sound louder.

“Correct. But there are downsides to both treatments.” The balding man on screen is swaddled in a wrinkled lab coat. “We can either switch her to the feral dosage or we can attempt to debride the damaged tissue.”

On the other side of the hospital sheet covered body was a rather ragged looking man. His soft hair caught the light in a way that made the four watching the TV screen swoon. “Well then? What's the catch?”

“The feral dosage could cause her to lose her memories and become mentally equal to her chosen species.”

“S… So she would just be a cactus?”

“More or less. The dosage would be used until she stabilizes and then dropped to prevent any further changes without her direct consent.”

“I don't think that's something she'd want.”

“I understand. But debriding the tissue would only be a temporary solution.” The doctor continues, much to the figures' chagrin.

“Oh! We have a Plum 360!”

“shut up theo our frankenstein is explaining how we might die”

The speakers crackle a bit as the slime slips off of it for a moment. “-and any tissue dying in the brain stem could lead to total organ failure.”

“But she has so little left”

“Regardless, the cytokines and proteins released wouldn't be good for her, and she could develop sepsis.” Their Frankenstein continues. “Plus, even if she survived, she'd likely have severe physical abnormalities as her cells wouldn't have had time to change properly.”

“So… I either handicap her by taking her memories, or I handicap her by stealing her health.” The soft man puts a hand on the blanket. “And either way there's a chance it won't work?”

“Yes… and, for what it's worth, Carter, I am sorry. This is an impossible choice.” The lab coat wearing man pauses for a moment, earning a glare from Carter. “But I do think you should chance the medication.”

“It's your medication and your carelessness that landed her here! Why would this time be any better?”

“Because I messed up, and I don't intend to mess up again.” The man with spectacles sighs. “Please let me know when you make your choice.”

As he turns to leave Carter stops him. “Dr. Erian… give her the medication.”

“what no” the masked figure yells at the screen. “surgery we want surgery”

“Speak for yourself you masked asshole!” The green bear pokes the masked figure in the chest. “I want this, so we're doing it!”

“Oh! We even have a Natus EEG hooked up to us!”

The two bickering figures turn towards the plushie and shout in unison. “Shut up!” “shut up”

With that the slime lets go of the TV and slinks back towards the couch. The dialogue and image begin to get fuzzy.

“Gods dammit Dumb! You broke it!”

The slime lets out an unintelligible mess of sound and drops down into a puddle, clearly exhausted.

“if our input is broken then what do we even do now”

“Dunno, but whatever it is I hope it happens soon.” The plant groans. “It'd be easier if we got just a little bit of sleep, wouldn't it be Masc?”

An intense cacophony of clicking rings out around them as lights go out all around the four. The entire office building shakes slightly before settling, the lights dim.

“Fuck, we must be on backup power. Guess our brain really is shutting down as we slowly die. I owe you for our bet Ma…sc?”

She looks around, expecting a laugh and an ‘i told you so’. But nothing came. Less than nothing came. The beating of the heart echoed through the silent halls of the office, but nothing, no thoughts, no sensations, absolutely nothing, including a lack of the other three figures.”

“Masc?” She lifts up her pot, taking a few shaky steps away from the couch she'd been placed at for her entire existence. “Theo? Are you here?!”

She peaks into a dusty conference room, finding a few plushies placed around on desk chairs. None of them were who she was looking for, they even creeped her out. Being lifeless and coated in cobwebs

“At this point I'd take Dumb!!!” She calls out once more, only getting an echo in return.

“Bollocks. The assholes ditched me at the console! I don't even know where they could be…”

She lets out a chuff as she keeps wandering through the office space. She stares out the window looking over a vast space. Street lights flicker on and off, illuminating a space that makes no physical sense. Telephone lines, or, rather a lack of them. Telephone poles stand strong, the lines removed from them. Some rest in the middle of roads or sit on top of roofs.

“The hell is this place? I knew the others could walk away… but this isn't what I expected to see.” She tuts a but. “It's ok Behr, just ignore the mold covered swimming pools leaking colored liquid, this is just a paranoid delusion. You're just stressed out from more than a week of no sleep and three hallucinations hounding you incessantly.”

She walks forward, touching the window, recoiling as she feels it. She truly feels it. It's cold to the touch, the smallest bit of condensation running down it as she holds her paw against it.

“Gah?! No, nonono, I'm just going crazy! That's it! That's what this is.” She retreats from the window like it was poison. “Ok! Calm down. You're in the hospital! That was probably just a bedpan… er… ew. Let's call it a glass of water or the IV fluid filling my paws.”

A soft thrum spreads through the space. The lights in the office spring to life as music crackles through the broken TV speakers. It's nearly intelligible as the lights flicker faster and faster. Eventually they spring to life.

“look she… eyes” The overhead speakers creak to life belching out a garbled message. “yes yes just… music for… good for plant growth…”

“The hell is that about?” She asks before the speakers explode with feedback. The green bear covers her ears, dropping her pot as doors around her fly open.

Once the feedback fades she opens her eyes slowly. Music floats through the empty space, filling it with a sweet melody about spicing up one's life.

“Who the fuck is playing such happy music? I'm in the middle of dy-”

Before she could finish her thought something slams into her side as the lyrics blare nearly unintelligibly through the office PA system. She reels backwards as she is hit by another object and then another. She finally is able to recover as she clings to the cracked open case of the TV.

Looking around she locks eyes with an army of wooden puppets, life sized and held aloft by taut strings. Their bodies are coated in dust so thick it obscures the vibrant paints. She stares at them with confusion, each detail so delicately placed and each joint crafted with care.

She looks at the puppets blankly, frowning. Recognition washes over her as she sees a less dusty puppet. She walks towards it, inspecting the paint color closely. The large ashen gray cat stands barely clothed and with a sword at her side. 

The bear spins around the puppet, seeing something carved into the back of the cat’s head. ‘Rabjira’ is scratched into the wood with delicate cursive.

“No…” She says in a whisper. “Gods, this is so gross!!! Who made this creepy thing for our Skyrim character?”

As she inspects it further she finds a small brand on the puppet's ass in the shape of a familiar simplistic mask design. The bear growls at that realization.

“That's horribly disgusting. Thanks Masc. Fill my head with puppets that…” She cops a feel, pulling off a thick layer of dust. “Are impossibly dusty… but he just started showing up…”

Before she can finish that thought, the puppets spring to life as the lights flare brightly and the lyrics get louder and louder. She gets hit in the face as the mob of puppets begin to dance in time to the music, eventually forcing her back towards the couch.

She stands in the middle watching the sea of puppets spin and twirl around her. Each one in lock step with another. “Ugh!! Masc, you systematic dick! I can't get through them. You made them too in sync.”

The puppets continue to spin, never approaching her but their eyes stay locked on her. In frustration she plops her butt down on the couch. “Stupid Masc with his stupid systems in my stupid mind. All I have is this stupid controller and…” She sticks her arm around in the cushions, grabbing out a few pennies and a small remote control.

“How long has that been there?” She pressed a few buttons on it at random.

“Sorry, Behr, system reboot is unable to be performed. 82% of required neural tissue is missing.”

“Huh. A different system remote?” She inspects it more closely as the song dies down and the puppets become inactive again. “Well… at least I have a bit of time to think without loud music. So… remote.”

She pauses and looks around. “Right. No one else is here. But I'm gonna keep talking anyway, huh?”

With a pause she stares off at a spot on the wall. “Yeah. Probably.” 

For a few moments she uselessly presses buttons on it getting a number of error messages over the PA system. “Ughhhh! This is useless! This is broken, that's broken! You're useless!” She slams the remote on the ground. It shatters apart, leaving batteries and circuits around a graveyard of plastic.

“Wait… this is.” She starts pulling the controller in her other hand apart, some of the same boards are present in both. “What if I…”

With a few rearranged pieces she lifts up a new version of her controller. “SUCK IT MASC! AND SUCK IT PUPPETS!” She lifts it up in triumph, pressing a few buttons.

“System initialized. Body is currently asleep. Rebooting Emotional Drainage System. Rebooting Sleepstate Elevator. Rebooting… rebooting… error. Cannot reboot Sleeptalk protocol. Remaining uses - 4”

“Broken, cool. Well, I guess that makes sense.” She frowns and sits back on the couch. “So… I'm in my own mind. I'm stuck, surrounded by Masc’s things and a pile of broken machines. The hell is going on… I feel like Theo’d have given me enough to get an answer.”

“He'd say something like… ‘Oh sleep thoughts are caused by REM sleep or are Night Terrors or…’ and I'd get an epiphany like ‘So we're in a dream. Likely cause of our lack of…’ and Masc would chastise me. And…” She frowns and then facepalms. “I'm in a gods-damned dream!”

She stands up like she'd won a prize. Then she's hit with the sudden realization that this has fixed next to nothing. “Ok… so, thinking like Masc and Theo got me here. Now if I… be me it'll get me further. So, what's the most me thing I can do to pass a flash mob of puppets?”

“Masc would be upset I'm not cutting the strings, Theo would tell me they're not likely to hurt me even if they will.” She bites her lip, thinking as she holds the controller. With a few quick key presses and a few joystick swirls the robot voice kicks back in.

“Command accepted. What words would you like to mutter?”

She clears her throat and articulates the next words carefully. “Seekest thou the road to all that's foul and fair.”

Her eyes dart around as she's unsure of if her plan worked. A wave of feedback blares over the PA before the song she'd forced her body to sleep mumble. Slowly the ballad began, and the puppets quickly posed themselves along with the music.

The massive circle holds as they shift just enough to let her enter. She joins them, singing along to the song as the puppets clack their jaws, creaky voices joining the round.

Lost in the moment she doesn't really focus on anything, holding her hands together and letting herself exist. As the song winds down she looks at the ground, waiting for her mind to respond.

The lights go out and the puppets all stand at attention as the last bell echoes. She waits a few moments, being forced out of the ring of puppets as they return to their normal position.

“Great… now I'm stuck here and I wasted a valuable re…” a wooden creak sounds out as a blue light glows from under her. Her eyes drift down, peering at a massive wooden trapdoor that has replaced the dirty carpet. “Oh… um…”

“I guess… um, bye creepy puppets!” She lifts the door and quickly hops down into the blue void. “See you never!”

The door slams shut, leaving the office empty save for a single voice. “Wow… how rude.”

[wildflowerquill]

I Love Taylor Swift....

But I feel like we can be fans of her without believing she is the epitome of perfection and pushing that mentality on other people. She is talented. She is hardworking. She is influential. But the stans have to learn to lay off. The behavior this summer is straight-up annoying, and honestly, we need to learn to acknowledge the mistakes she's made too.

Going to the Eras Tour Movie is not about us having or reliving the concert experience. We can't go in inconveniencing movie theatre employees and other theatres around us with noise complaints. It's great she made a movie. Let's dress up and given out friendship bracelets. But let's not cause a scene because we want to poorly scream shout songs. This reminds me of when newer or other artists release music around when she has a release, and they end up getting buried on social media or streaming. Like other people can prosper on the charts too. Like we don't have to keep proving to her how much we love her. She should know by now.

Taylor's dancers, back-up singers, and fans going to see Beyonce did not betray Taylor and deserve to be fired or aren't real fans. Stop trying to cancel everyone who varies outside of Taylor's circle. We can support more than one artist.

As a fandom we are more than aware that Taylor's had to repeatedly show her songwriting abilities so she isn't discredited. Why can't we show Olivia Rodrigo the same courtesy and understanding? Her whole career shouldn't be taken down because her team admitted that two songs were 'inspired' by Taylor (whether Deja Vu actually sounds like Cruel Summer is open to your ears interpretation). The appropriate credit was given as well as 50% royalties (which is just insane). That doesn't mean root through every album Olivia makes and try to tie to other songs. It's disappointing that Jack had to get out and explain what was going on, and Taylor hasn't said a peep yet.

Taylor has a weak history working with women in music. She's worked very little with female producers as consistently as Aaron and Jack, and female artists have been used as back-up vocals more compared to male artists who are featured on the actual track. And she has publicly supported younger rising artists very prominently during a promo tour of sorts and then goes completely silent - Olivia Rodrigo, IceSpice during the whole ratty situation, Hayley Kiyoko for reputation/allyship promo tour, etc. She is a force of nature in the music industry, but I do think she could publicly clean up her image supporting female artists and not when it's to her own benefit.

Miss Americana did not age well at all. Instead of letting reputation exist without an explanation, she was a part of an entire documentary of how she was cancelled (and wrongfully so), but then turned it into her becoming an activist that went nowhere. Sitting on your couch with your publicist in a huge mansion toasting the resistance with champagne over a social media post, and then never following up on it, is completely peak white feminism. Some celebs are not cut out for adding activism into the career. Okay. But she should've done the work before stepping into the arena using the LGBTQ+ community in a music video to prove that she's always been an ally because Todrick didn't know how she'd react to having a gay kid is not it.

GrammyGate. Joe was listed as William Bowery for two songs on Folklore. After it won Album of the Year, he was changed to a producer to six songs and that qualified him to win a Grammy. She did reveal that he was William in the long pond sessions but the proper paperwork wasn't submitted/finalized until eight months after the album came out - where he could've been properly credited as a collaborator. And now with the Eras Tour and Joe/Taylor has broken up, she switches back and forth to say she wrote Betty on her own, and everything came out of her imagination. Why all of the shenanigans for a bright shiny award??

I know all of this makes it sound like I hate Taylor, but I don't. I'm practically known as the resident Swiftie everywhere I hang out/work because I'm always bringing her up in one way or another. But she's not perfect, and I'm super freaking tired of being in a fandom that refuses to not acknowledge anything slightly questionable that's she done. We're canceling her or dragging her down - it just means we're able to see she's not infallible and love her despite of her mistakes.

[mizzymack22]

So, I turn 26 next Sat (222) and here is 6 tough lessons I’ve learned on this journey. Some of these might be a little long so stay if you feel inclined.

1.) Everybody not you — expecting people to conduct themselves or act in a certain way because YOU would act that way is a gateway to continued disappointment. Build camaraderie with people who have similar values. Release expectations. You can’t hold people to your standard if they intentionally set their standard lower than yours. Some people are just not capable in loving you the way you love them. (“they not like us”)

2.) Stop taking life so serious — In the past three months I’ve been to two funerals; life is short. Bills, career, partners, ect will follow you until the end of time. Sometimes you just have to say fck it (let go) and have some fun. Laugh at yourself. Book that trip. Try something knowing you may fail, it’ll be a good story. At 26 boyyy do I have lots of stories. You have to find things that warm the heart & inner child in you.

3.) Family is not who you share blood with, it’s who you share love with — far to often we operate under the guise that family is “ride” or “die” but if you have family members who don’t fill you up with love, challenge you to be better, & add value to your life, are they really your family? I got a song called “Friends & Family” and I love the message of that song, but in hindsight, I’ve really learned that no one is worth staying in your life that doesn’t genuinely bring you pure joy (related or not)

4.) Appreciate slowness & pace — if I could some sum this up in one question it would be this: what’s the rush? Marriage. Career. Success. Majority of us operate in fear; as if these things won’t happen for you. So, we rush and try to manipulate outcomes in hopes of securing our desires. The average lifespan is 75, that’s over 28,000 days. Slowness allows for appreciation, development, learning, and connecting. All we have is the present moment. There is no rush when you operate in alignment (diving timing). In one year, God can restore everything you sacrificed in 14 years. My best friend’s grandfather is in his 70s & he got REMARRIED, at 70! My client is in Madrid chasing her childhood dreams of being an opera singer; this woman already has a whole business, and pre-teen child.

POINT: It doesn’t matter when it happens so as long as you TRUST that it will happen in time. Keep a trusting attitude and detach from the timeline.

5.) Manage expectations properly (in life and love) — We’re on borrowed time. You’re not entitled to someone’s love in your life. Love shows up and it’s beautiful. Then it leaves when it wants to. So, let them (let love) go when it’s time. Though, love will always be with you if you love yourself and God 🤍. Painful lesson, but we’re not entitled to anything in this life really; it’s all a gift. Someone told me many many years ago “You think the world owe you something” and she was right. That stuck with me for a long time. I felt that life had constantly dealt me a bad hand. To “control” outcomes I worked vigorously, showed up with positivity, & stayed dedicated. Yet, every time my desired outcome was not awarded I would react with anger as if life owed me the outcome even though I deserved more. Two things can be true: (1) yes, I did get dealt a very very bad hand & (2) I did deserve more BUT I’m not entitled to more. That’s life. The joy flows where you seek it!

6.) Prioritize healing — There’s so much pain in the world (& joy). Moreover, there’s so many of us projecting our pain onto others looking for love in the wrong places. “It’s everyone fault we’re hurting” that’s the position we take. When you heal you realize we’re all just scared, little, hurt children because hurt people hurt people. How people treat you is a reflection of themselves; it really has nothing to do with you. Take your inner child, wrap it in a hug, & show it compassion. Tell yourself you love yourself. Pour so much love and happiness into yourself so you can “reflect” that love into other peoples life. Please don’t be selfish and hurt others. And if I hurt you, I’m genuinely sorry; that was a lesser healed version of me!

Wow. 26 loading…….

[madhousedarry]

The Omen: Legacy of Lunacy | Chapter 17

Having finished his story, Carlton spat loudly on the pavement and looked at Asia Scallop with the gaze of a faithful dog who, having brought his mistress a bone, expects her to reward him with affection or a kind look from his clever eyes…

But instead of reacting to his news properly, our heroine, unexpectedly for Dick, suddenly grabbed the young man with her long arms and placed a wet and hot kiss on his lips, and then, pushing Carlton away from her, looked at him with eyes burning with love.

"My boy!" she cooed tenderly. "You have won my best reward!"

And with these words, she immediately lowered herself down in front of Carlton, who was stunned by this turn of events, and, unbuttoning the fly of his jeans, which were torn at the knees, with her playful hands, she freed his member - which, as "Damien The Thorn" correctly guessed, could not compare with his own mighty unit - and began to furiously jerk off the young man, who was red as a boiled lobster, with the movements that were already familiar to Dick.

At first he tried to break free from her tenacious grip, but soon, realizing that Asia was acting in all seriousness, he closed his eyes and began to moan loudly, attracting the attention of the Joponese people occasionally passing by on the street.

Finally, when Carlton, with the loudest of his moans, came violently right on his mistress's tits, the latter, removing her hands from his cock, immediately collected all the cum with her fingers and began to lick it off like custard.

At the same time, she did not forget to give the young man a look full of love and adoration - so that he would have no doubt that she was doing this to him out of true mutual love, and not because she had the character of a sellout whore who was ready to suck anyone, even her own daddy, if he were still alive!

Be that as it may, having rewarded her informant in such an emotional way, Asia Scallop finally rose from her knees and, taking the arm of her beloved "Damien The Thorn", waved her hand to Carlton, not forgetting to say goodbye to him:

"And I'll take your mouth next time, when you bring me information about the family of that freak, in whose house that steel-skinned Kasakhian landed! For now, be content with the fact that in my love for you I condescended to rub your tiny cock a little, my silly little Carlton!"

And, turning her back on the guy who was still standing there with his pants down and a guitar case on his back, Asia Scallop politely but firmly pulled "Damien The Thorn" along with her down the boulevard, where the lights of a sign of some entertainment establishment could be seen through the foggy haze.

Dick couldn't help but ask the question that had been tormenting him during the "awarding" procedure for Calton:

"Do you love me?"

Asia Scallop stopped dead in her tracks and turned her face towards him, with such hatred for him in her eyes!

But she quickly brought herself under control, extinguishing the raging rage in her huge eyes, which were like puddles of chocolate.

"What's the matter with you on duty, agent?" she said theatrically, playfully flicking Dick in the balls.

"Damien The Thorn" silently endured the insult, only turning slightly pale in the face. Meanwhile, Asia continued:

"Did you really think, you fool, that back then, in the stinking walls of that prison, I suddenly, for no apparent reason, developed real feelings for you?" she asked rhetorically. "Keep your pockets wide open! In war, all means are good, and since what we are now involved in is nothing more than a war between the security services of different countries, I have every right to recruit agents by any means necessary!"

"Recruit, you said?" Dick squeezed out of himself. "And what about that faggot with the thimble-sized dick? Do you really take me for an idiot to believe that you're recruiting him when by all indications he's long been your informant?"

"You're a fool," Asia answered peacefully. "I motivated Carlton - that's the name of this sweet boy, you shouldn't have called him a "faggot" - to take new actions so that he would continue to work for me."

"Then why did you say, you lying creature," Dick boiled over, "that you only fuck agents when you recruit them?"

"Do you have brains or sperm in your head?" Asia snapped at him. "I didn't say that I satisfy you all sexually only and exclusively at the moment of recruitment! You yourself used my services there, at an altitude of 12,000 meters, when you and I had already flown out on a mission? So what are you doing now, ungrateful condom, trying to catch me in a lie!"

"You're a whore, that's what you are!" "Damien The Thorn" cried out in his heart. "It's nothing for you to sleep with ten billion people at once! You don't care who you fuck - a poor old man, a small child, a legless invalid, representatives of your shameful gender of all ages, after all! And this after all your lying bullshit about your love for me! How can you be such a heartless creature?!"

"Cool down, bro," Asia asked him calmly. "No need for hysterics during the operation. And also don't forget that if I fuck you, it doesn't mean that we are husband and wife! Or have you long since considered me your legal wife, who belongs exclusively to you alone? I don't mind you using me as a toilet for sperm, but for me to marry you… What a hope, you fucking romantic!"

With these words, Asia Scallop spat in his face, and "Damien The Thorn" had to silently wipe himself with the sleeve of his jacket, without making any attempt to respond by kneeing the impudent whore in the pussy or, what's more, immediately punching her in the teeth.

"Damien The Thorn" was too reasonable for such wild actions, although he secretly dreamed about it, what a funny weirdo, right?! However, it may be that the whole thing was simply that he had already managed to get used to her manner of fucking with anyone, and only one thing was unusual for him - why was she not embarrassed to do it right on the street, where passers-by could see her actions?

But then again, wasn't he partly to blame for it? Hadn't she seduced him in Whorecouver prison and made him follow the agent's path? And anyway, what kind of stupid way is this, telling your recruiter that you love her and thinking that she loves you back? There is no love! There is only work!

Reassuring himself with thoughts like these, "Damien The Thorn" quickly realized that his anger was completely unfounded. Asia Scallop, of course, was not such a heartless creature - she just knew her business and knew how to use it with maximum efficiency in any circumstances…

And yet he felt so bad just because of the fact that he had to watch how, right before his eyes, the lady who literally half an hour ago was giving him a gorgeous blowjob in a taxi, after that time, as if nothing had happened, was jerking off some faggot with a dick the size of a thimble!

This not only touched "Damien The Thorn" to the quick, but also made him feel insulted in his manhood! But he understood that all these feelings of his were nothing more than his inflated opinion of his partner.

After all, if Asia really was such a bitch and a sellout whore, would she really talk to someone like someone she cared about no matter what? Asia Scallop was just a very experienced and cunning faggot who knew her stuff.

And she couldn't possibly be a heartless creature - because then it would have cost her nothing to kill him right there, in the cramped and stinking cell of the Whorecouver prison… But still, "Damien The Thorn" was hurt to tears that he was far from her only current sexual partner.

Asia, of course, knew about his thoughts, and she couldn't help but take them into account - but she didn't want to answer him either. But he felt with every cell of his body that he couldn't tolerate her bullying any longer.

He wanted her to finally give up her slutty ways at least for the time she was with him, so that he could feel like a human being in her presence, but no way! She didn't want to listen to his words and called him "a silly fool" in response.

And he had to put up with it, although it was given to him at great sacrifice. But, be that as it may, he still had one question for Asia Scallop.

"Okay, I already understood that you don't like me and you're only fucking me because I'm your agent," "Damien The Thorn" began in a conciliatory tone. "But I still want to know one thing - what was the point of this whole show with those two Joponese guys? Why did you make one of them eat your sock and silently endure your blows with a whip?"

It seemed that this was the only topic his companion had been waiting for. She smiled and said:

"Why?" she asked. "What do you think? So that they understand that I'm not just a whore from Analda, which is far away for them, but a proud citizen of a country whose neighbor has their tiny Jopon by the balls!"

"What?" Dick didn't understand. "You express your thoughts very confusingly."

"Your brain is so full of sperm that you don't understand simple things!" Asia flared up. "Are you really that stupid that you didn't understand what I'm talking about? I'm talking about the fact that you, I and all other citizens of Analda have every right to show these pussy-eyed people that we are buddies with The Omen Ica, for whom the entire culture of these short people with skin the color of urine is like a mouse fuss! And not only The Omen Ica, but Analda thinks so too! We, the neighbors of the most important power on Earth, can afford to commit outrages on the territory of states subject to our mighty neighbor! And if it weren't for this stubborn Union of Indestructible Nations, which constantly puts a spoke in The Omen Ica's wheels, then no one would have stopped us from establishing our dominance on this delicious continent, which bears my name, and using all these Asians by their direct name?"

"Which one?" was all Richard Nigel could squeeze out, stunned.

"They'll crawl on all fours, and we won't give a damn!" Asia said with her inimitable intonation. "And the fact that you don't understand what a great pleasure it is," she immediately continued, anticipating his question, "only shows that you're still young!"

And with these words Asia Scallop turned away from Dick and continued to walk forward, so the dejected "Damien The Thorn" had no choice but to follow her. How many times have we told the world that all The Omen Icans are assholes!

But there's a truth to every joke, as they say. Asia Scallop was a Analdian asshole - and that was as clear as day! And yet he liked her.

Be that as it may, he now followed her, not knowing where exactly she was leading him, but hoping that it would not be too far. And he was right - his beloved Asia soon led him to a small park with a fountain and a gazebo in the middle.

In the gazebo, which did not escape the watchful eye of "Damien The Thorn", by that time there were already two people sitting, and one of them was dressed in a black uniform with gold stripes.

Asia Scallop came up close to them and, to Dick's surprise, threw herself into the arms of the second one, who was dressed in a simple combination of a white checkered shirt and gray trousers.

He was very young, and there was not a single wrinkle on his face, unlike his neighbor in uniform, who looked about thirty years older than him and with his whole appearance resembled an old fart.

The young man was obviously pleased with the beautiful young girl's expression of affection for him, because Dick saw him smile and whisper something in her ear, which made Asia Scallop laugh - apparently it was some kind of compliment or joke.

"Damien The Thorn" saw her turn her back to him as a sign for him to leave her alone and not disturb her having a good time in the company of a handsome young man and his bald fart friend, who, apparently, was an important person here.

But Dick wasn't going to stand by and watch Asia Scallop brazenly cheat on him with a complete stranger.

He approached the gazebo and, not paying attention to the fact that none of the three even looked at him - and that was too much! - he extended his hand towards the young man and immediately grabbed his bony shoulder with a death grip.

The young man immediately screamed in pain, and his fart friend, who until that moment had shown no interest in what was happening and even seemed to be sleeping in his place in the gazebo - or maybe he was just drunk or too tired of life - immediately rushed at "Damien The Thorn" with the clear intention of standing up for his protegee.

But "Damien The Thorn" wasn't going to give in so easily. Without letting go of Asia's lover's shoulder, he managed to give the old fart a very precise kick in the solar plexus, causing the old man to fall to the floor like a sack of rotten potatoes.

And then, without giving him time to come to his senses and get to his feet, Dick decided on an unusual maneuver and deliberately did it so as to slip and fall backwards right onto the old fart, in order to try, if not to crush the enemy into a pancake, then at least temporarily disable him by pressing him to the floor of the gazebo.

However, the old fart turned out to be a tough nut to crack, and when "Damien The Thorn" fell on him with all the weight of his body, he rose to his feet with incredible strength for an old man, thereby pushing Dick off himself.

However, the latter was no fool either and immediately took a fighting stance, putting his fists forward as if he was now in the ring, and not in a small cozy gazebo in the middle of a city park.

In the heat of battle with these two assholes, Dick completely forgot about the representative of the fair sex, who at the very beginning of the fight thought it best to slip into the corner of the gazebo, where she sat for the time being on her haunches, pulling her head into her shoulders.

But when, before her eyes, the battle of the enraged males took an unexpected turn for everyone, she immediately jumped to her feet and, taking advantage of the fact that Richard Nigel was standing with his back to her, did not give him time to come to his senses and rushed to the aid of her young lover.

Her help consisted of kicking Dick as hard as she could in the back of his knee, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the floor.

Without waiting for him to get up, the old fart and his young friend immediately rushed at him together and with their combined efforts tied him up with thick ropes that appeared out of nowhere.

And then, beside himself with rage and resentment - or maybe just because he was tied hand and foot like the last loser - Dick rushed forward with all his might onto Asia Scallop, but immediately felt her lips on his face.

The thing is that this bitch, having gotten ahead of him by literally half a second, was already kissing him right in the eyes with her warm, wet lips until he felt that his mighty member was ready to jump out of his pants in order to begin its duties.

But then something unexpected happened - Asia Scallop suddenly released his head from her hands and, pushing him away from herself, stood up and walked away from the gazebo.

And the young man who was her lover - or perhaps just her friend? - came up to Dick and dropped to one knee before him, looking at him with a strange gleam in his eyes, the way an amateur entomologist might satisfy his curiosity about nature by devouring with his eyes a rare species of butterfly he had just pierced with a pin.

"Damien The Thorn" expected anything but that his opponents would suddenly forget about the fight and start staring at him as if he were not a person, but some kind of exhibition of miracles. And this was all the more strange because the young man was very handsome - and not only in appearance, but even in his movements.

He looked like some character from old Soviet comedies, which Richard Nigel, of course, could never have seen, but which you, my dear reader, can guess about!

Yes, my little green friend, the guy who rolled "Damien The Thorn", was the spitting image of Alexander Demyanenko in the role of the student-superhero Shurik, famous throughout the post-Soviet world! And, as in the case of Alexander Demyanenko, there was something in his eyes - I don't even know how to describe it.

It was the look of a man from another world and another era; he looked at Dick with some barely concealed regret or sympathy at the same time… And he also had a very strange smile: as if he wanted to say "it wasn't easy for you, I sympathize with you", but instead it seemed as if he didn't give a shit about anything.

In general, "Damien The Thorn" understood one very important circumstance in this situation - it was not worth it, oh, it was not worth it to attack this young man!

Suddenly, this same young man smiled unexpectedly and, rising from his knee, turned to his comrade - that same old fart in the black uniform. And then something strange happened - the old fart suddenly, for no apparent reason, knelt down and, raising his hands to the sky, began to silently mumble with his lips, as if he were reading a prayer.

The young man also hastened to follow his example and immediately sat down next to his comrade and assumed the same position. Dick saw how their heads touched each other so closely that it seemed as if they were examining each pimple on each other's faces.

He decided that it was time to clarify this matter and, having abandoned his unsuccessful attempts to throw off his bonds, he quietly asked:

"Where did Asia go?"

His two tormentors immediately stopped praying and turned to look at him. Apparently, the pitiful tone with which he uttered this question, which was generally devoid of romance and melancholy, seemed to them to be a manifestation of his weakness, which is why the old fart's lips stretched into a smile, and the young guy finally opened his mouth for the first time in all this time to say something very interesting - at least interesting to Dick in the situation he was currently in.

"You will not see Miss Scallop anymore," he began in a gentle and lyrical voice, like a dove. "She loved you so much that she can no longer stand to be near you. I know," he hastened to explain, "you think I'm talking nonsense. But you yourself understand - what other kind of love can there be between an agent and his recruiter? Exactly," he nodded in response to his own words, "none. It would only lead our entire operation to its inglorious failure. Therefore, Miss Scallop, having done everything that was required of her within the framework of this operation, went behind the scenes and gave us our turn to act. By the way, nice to meet you, Colonel Paul Buher," he suddenly interrupted, introducing himself as Dick by name and rank.

"And this," he pointed to the old fart, "is Major Bugenhagen. We've been working together for many years… Oh well!" he immediately cut off his reminiscences. "Listen to me carefully, Agent "Damien The Thorn"," he said, thereby demonstrating his knowledge of Dick's identity.

"Major Bugenhagen and I gathered here this morning out of respect for your work on your task. We waited here for hours, not knowing how to kill time, and when Miss Scallop finally brought you to the meeting, you, forgive me, almost killed us ourselves. It is not right, Agent "Damien The Thorn", it is not right to treat your superiors like that!" Without malice, even jokingly, he shook his finger at Dick.

"Besides, we are all working on the same problem now, so you have no reason to consider us both your enemies! However," Buher suddenly realized, "I understand what angered you so. You thought that Miss Scallop preferred my person to yours. So, get this into your head - this lady cannot psychologically attach herself to anyone with her feelings, she has learned this from many years of acting in all kinds of movies! Yes, yes, yes, you have never seen her on the screen, but this does not mean that this automatically turns the actress into an ordinary girl!"

"In general," Buher tried to return to the original topic of the conversation, "Miss Scallop has already played her role in this case, and you should not hope that for your sake our planners will write a couple more lines for her in the script of our operation. Do you finally understand me, Agent "Damien The Thorn"?" Paul Buher asked Dick in an unexpectedly rude tone.

Richard Nigel did not know what to answer to such a long and very boring speech, which he still had to assimilate with his brain, which in his position, when he was sitting tied up on the floor of the gazebo, was far from the easiest task.

He realized with difficulty that these were not enemies, but friends, and of course, with sadness in his heart, he realized that he would never see his new beloved, Asia Scallop, again in his life!

The latter didn't really upset him, since in the short time they spent together, he had already managed to become convinced of her mental instability, but despite all this, she had several undeniable advantages - she took his virginity, while possessing an incredible talent for ORAL, VAGINAL and - scary to think! - even ANAL sex!

And that's not counting her pretty face, firm tits and huge, simply gigantic-sized ass, thanks to which, apparently, her parents gave her such a wonderful name - ASIA.

Be that as it may, the loss of a live sex toy was an annoying, though not critical, problem for Dick, but, realizing that sooner or later she would break up with him anyway, he had already come to terms with it.

There was just one thing he didn't want - for those two idiots, Paul Buher and Bugenhagen, to think that he had allowed them to take away from him for a while the girl who rightfully belonged to him, like candy from a child.

And so, having already internally waved goodbye to the Analdian whore with the huge ass, he assumed the appearance of a husband who had been insulted in his best feelings and asked a question full of feigned hatred:

"Freaks, when will you give her back to me? Idiots, I will never ask you for this! Untie me immediately and let me run after her!"

Paul Buher ignored him and motioned to Bugenhagen to get up from his seat and come over to him. When the old fart did as he was told, the young man began whispering something to him, occasionally casting puzzled glances at Dick, which greatly embarrassed the latter.

He certainly didn't expect these two to suddenly untie the ropes, but he wasn't prepared to be ignored either. Finally, unable to stand the fact that these two idiots stubbornly refused to meet him halfway, he asked a new question:

"Okay, fuck Asia, but still tell me where she ran away from me?"

It seemed that these words were the very "open sesame!" that needed to be said in order to find the key to the hearts of Paul Buher and his friend Bugenhagen.

At least the latter, having stopped whispering to the young man, turned his wrinkled face to Dick and with a dull expression in his sheepish eyes said:

"Miss Scallop is returning to Whorecouver to immediately begin a plan codenamed "Vieira, Vieira, 82!" upon arrival," he said in a low voice, still smacking his lips. "What kind of plan it is is none of your business… For the time being," Bugenhanen immediately corrected himself. "In the meantime, give us an honest agent's promise that you won't attack both of us with your fists when we untie you."

Dick, realizing that it would be idiotic to let the chance slip through his fingers, immediately swore by all that was unholy, and Bugenhagen, threatening that if the opportunity arose, the resistance would blow his brains out with his service pistol, freed him from the ropes in no time…

[pensat-i-fet]

An Easter basket of surprises (Benjamin x Pavard)

**I got a request to write about Pavard with no specific topic and after wondering what I could do for him, this is what I came up with. Hope you all like it ❤️**

Word count: 2048

Masterlist

Wattpad

"Remember you have to do the video after training, ok?"

"Impossible to forget when you've told me a hundred times".

I try to concentrate on what matters, training. The team has been asking me to be in more and more videos for social media since I got a couple of individual awards and people learnt my name. I don't mind it when I get to film with one of the girls, but today they asked me to film with a male player. At least it isn't him.

"Are you coming with us?", asks Georgia when I'm done drying my hair.

"No, I have to do some filming for the team".

"Lucky you", she laughs. "See you later, then".

"Bye. Have fun!"

I walk towards the media area and see it's pretty empty.

"Am I early?"

"Not really but everyone has been panicking".

"Why?"

"The player you were going to film with isn't feeling well so they had to go find another one".

Relax, there are too many players on that team. You aren't going to be that unlucky.

"Who's coming then?"

"We'll find out soon".

They ask me to sit and wait and it only makes me more nervous so I undo and redo my ponytail about ten times. I always do that when I’m nervous.

"Hello gorgeous. Looks like we get to spend some time together today".

Of course, it's him.

"Hello, Benjamin. Let's do this quickly so it's over soon".

"You didn't say that last time", he whispers in my ear, only making me more annoyed.

"I didn’t want to be rude. But I was thinking about it".

He laughs, flicking my ponytail, which earns him a slap on the hand.

"Just pretend you like me for a second. It won't be that hard".

"I'm used to pretending and faking when I'm with you".

"Keep telling yourself that".

Benjamin and I had seen each other at team events multiple times but we never spoke. One night, I went out with some friends and we found him and his friends at a club.

After a couple of drinks, we were making out in the VIP area…and then I made the mistake of taking him home with me.

When we were having breakfast, I was trying to see what this could mean. I liked him and I had had a good time…but then one of his friends came out of my flatmate's room and started to chat with us. And saying he was an ass would be being too nice.

Dear Benjamin didn't bother to stop him from calling me all the names he wanted to. And when I told him to go to hell he just told me it was banter and that my reaction proved women couldn't play football because we are too sensitive. It was then that Benjamin finally reacted, by holding me before I punched his stupid friend’s face.

And that was also the last time we interacted properly. We saw each other but pretended we didn't. So it was back to square one. But not really.

"Ok, lovelies, we'll do a few Easter activities so they can be posted around the festivities. And you can talk a bit about the cultural differences between how this is celebrated in Germany and your countries".

"Sure", I say, walking towards the table where they had set all the things we'll be working with.

I don't notice any steps behind me so I turn to see where my partner is.

"Are you seriously staring at my ass?"

"Nope".

But his innocent look is fooling no one.

"Do we have to colour eggs?", he says, looking at the materials on the table.

"Yes!"

He doesn't share our media boss's enthusiasm and that entertains me a lot.

"I love painting eggs, don't you, Benji?"

"Benji?", his disgusted face is hilarious.

"Don't you like my nickname for you?"

"Not really, but it's better than what you called me last time".

I smile at him, proud of my choice of words at that moment.

"But nothing beats the things you called me while you were…faking it".

And the smile is gone.

“We’ll start filming in 3, 2, 1…”.

“Hi guys, we are here to do some fun Easter activities with all of you. We’ll start by colouring some boiled eggs while we snack on some chocolate eggs…no? I’m being told no but too late because I already stole a bowl!”, I show the bowl to the camera and can hear Benjamin chuckling next to me.

“Make sure you send your best designs to Bayern’s Twitter and the winner will get a very special price”.

“A date with you? Oh no, you said special. Must be something else”.

I think for a second that I pushed the joke too far and I’ll be told off and that this bit will be edited out of the video, but everyone in the room laughs and I see that as a sign to carry on.

“Most of our audience is probably just here because of you, so a date with you will be a better price”.

“You aren’t lying. But only the luckiest guys get to date me. And if they mess up…”, I exemplify what happens by throwing one of the eggs to the table and squashing it with my fist. “But let’s paint!”

We concentrate on our drawings, not letting the other see what we are doing. But the cameras do move around us getting some angles of our fantastic creations.

“Ok, this is what I did. It’s the Bayern crest…kind of”.

I look at Benjamin’s drawing and it’s actually not bad so I nod.

“I drew you!”

“Really?”, his tone lets me know he doesn’t know whether he should be happy or scared.

“Look!”

When I show the egg to the camera, everyone starts laughing.

“I think it’s uncanny”.

“That’s Shrek”.

“Yeah…uncanny”.

He shakes his head and moves to get one of the chocolate eggs from my bowl. Our arms brush when he does that and I can feel goosebumps forming on them. I wish I could say his presence has no effect on me but…I do find him attractive and our night together was good. Too good. But he’s still an asshole.

“What’s next?”

“Well, you have to try the traditional Easter bread we have so better stop eating so much chocolate”.

“Oh, don’t worry. There’s plenty of room here for bread”, I say, patting my stomach.

“I can help you burn the calories later”, says Benjamin when he walks past me towards the other table.

“In your dreams”.

“Yeah, you’ve been in those once or twice”.

I don’t want to, but I blush at his words. And he loves seeing me like that.

“No witty comeback about having nightmares with me”.

“No, I’ve actually dreamt about you a few times”. “Really?”

“Yeah”, I nod. “And I woke up feeling as disappointed as the day I woke up next to you so…you might have a point. A bit nightmarish”.

One of the ladies from the media team grabs my arm while I’m walking to the table.

“Look, the banter is good and fun. But don’t take it too far and…sort that sexual tension you two have out before you both explode or something”.

“We don’t…”.

“Sure, honey”.

Is that what everyone in the room is thinking? It feels as if all of a sudden I can feel everyone looking at me and wondering about that. Gross.

So I just sit down, determined to not let my feelings towards the guy next to me affect how I behave.

We are asked about the food we eat in our countries during Easter and Benjamin goes on and on (and on) about the French traditions.

“What about you?”

“Um…I don’t care as much about what we eat in my country but I loved the hot cross buns I ate in the UK when I played for Chelsea. I wish I could buy them here”.

“I don’t know what those are”, says Benjamin.

“I’ll show you a photo later”.

My response makes him raise an eyebrow. Am I going to get judged for being bitchy but also for being polite?

I’m still eating some of the bread when we are asked to go do the final activity.

“Ok guys, we’ve hidden some eggs and you need to find them. Whoever gets 6 first wins!”

And if there is something that my partner and I have in common, it’s our competitiveness. So the moment we hear the instructions, we are already moving around the place trying to find the eggs.

“I’ve got 5!”, I yell. “How many have you got?”

“4…but don’t distract me”.

The first few were in pretty obvious spots but they really knew how to hide the rest. Do they want us to be here all day?

I spot another one and run towards it, but so does Benjamin, causing us to bump into each other. And because I’m really that lucky, I fall on my bum.

“You ok?”, he says, kneeling to check on me.

“Just embarrassed and my bum hurts”.

“I could kiss it better if you want to”, he winks.

“You wish you could do that”.

“Yeah, I wish I could”.

When I take the hand he’s offering to help me get up, I stare into his eyes and something happens. I don’t know what but…it is something strange.

“Mine!”

When I finally recover from our weird moment, I realize he took the egg with him, tying us with 5 eggs each. Whoever gets the next one wins.

We keep running around and then I see another egg. But…I’ve looked there so many times already and there was nothing. I look back and see Benjamin still away from me so I get the egg quickly.

“And six! I won!”

“Congrats”, he says, staying where he was.

We are told to do a little outro and then we’re done. Finally.

“He let you win”, says the sound guy who’s taking my mic off.

“What?”

“He saw the egg somewhere else and put it on the floor so you would find it”.

“But why would he…”.

“Maybe because it’s pretty obvious that he likes you”.

I don’t like having so many people around me analysing my relationships with people but…maybe they have a point?

“Hey!”

“Are you talking to me?”, it’s funny how surprised he is.

“Why did you let me win?”

“I didn’t…”.

“Save it, someone told me you did”.

He looks away and takes a deep breath. “I knew it would make you happy”.

“Why do you care about my happiness?”

“Because what happened between us could have been more than a one-night stand and I have been thinking about it ever since. And because I'm not the asshole you think I am”.

He had? I…well, I have thought about it. But then I always remembered his friend and I got over the idea.

“But you won’t give me an opportunity because my friend, that’s no longer a friend, was rude to you”.

“That’s not the reason. The reason is that you didn’t say anything. When he was calling me a golddigger or saying women couldn’t be professional footballers, you were quiet”.

The realisation hits him finally. “Sorry, I should have said something. I mean, I said it when we left. I haven’t seen him ever since”.

That…that changes things. Whether I want to face it right away or not.

“Are you planning on being his friend again?”

“Not when he treats other people like he treated you. I have no time for people like that”.

I nod. “Maybe I could give you a second chance, then. With no alcohol and douchey friends to bother us”.

“Really? When? Now?”

“Relax. I’ll tell you when I’m ready”.

I take my bag and open it to give him his Easter gift.

“Here’s your portrait on an egg. Keep it on your bedside table so it reminds you of me until I decide when you get to woe me”.

With a smile on my face, I walk towards the door that leads to the parking lot. But before I leave, I turn around to look at Benjamin again.

“Stop staring at my ass”.

“Date me already so I can do more than staring”.

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Rival!Enhypen reacting to where they lock eyes with you at a party

The original request was 'enemy' but I don't really know how to implement that without it being like spies or gangs, a few of them are actually enemies I think but most of them are rivals. I don't really have experience in writing that so I hope you're happy with this instead. I'm sorry if this is not what you wanted and I'll try to properly write what you want if you decide to submit a request next time!

Honestly, this one is the same as the last, I had a few good ideas for some members while others I didn't. And I believe that some of these reactions aren't how Enhypen would actually act. A few of them are AUs as well so keep that in mind. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2127

Genre: I honestly don't know, drama ig, maybe a bit of romance and fluff. Probably crack too

Warnings: Cursing, a bit of NSFW, reader is female in a few of these

Disclaimers: This is only writing. Enhypen may or may not act this way and this is not accurate to the members' personalities, this is only how I think they'll act and react, please read with that in mind. If you don't like my work don't interact then.

Heeseung:

It was a business party/award ceremony

You and Heeseung were CEOs of rival companies

They were about to announce which one of you was the better company

You stared, impatiently, hoping to win the award

"And the best sales company goes to.. (Heeseung's company name)!"

Your face dropped

You looked over at him and he was smirking while looking at the MC

He then looked at you and his smirk grew wider

"That little shit.." you whispered under your breath

He stood up and went up to get his award

While you glared at him

His speech was about as you expected

Until

"Lastly, I want to thank my love for motivating me to be better, for motivating me to work harder."

He then made eye contact with you

And winked

You were a bit confused

He never did this before

Was he just teasing

He probably was

But still

At the after-party, you took his hand and went to a private area

"What was that last part of your speech about?"

"What do you mean?"

"'My love?' Since when was I 'your love?'"

"Well, since now."

He pulled you in by the waist and kissed you

Let's say you were convinced to be his after that

You two both joined companies

With him still being CEO and you being CFO

Jay:

It was senior prom

You and Jay were academic rivals

With you being 1st and him being 2nd

You would always taunt him about it

Leading to the start of an argument

You two went with different people

You with the guy you've been seeing at the time

And he with his friends

Throughout your school years, he has never dated anybody or showed interest in anybody

Even when he was asked out by any attractive girls

You always thought it was because he thought he was out of their league

But when you two locked eyes across the dance floor

You felt a swell in your chest

With your face heating up a bit

And back straightening

You never felt this at any other time you met eyes with him

But maybe it was the way he looked in the suit

I mean you saw him in a suit multiple times already at competitions or senior pictures

Or maybe it was the way his black hair was parted

He would switch hair colors from time to time but tonight he dyed it back to black

You shook those thoughts away and looked back at him

Only to see him walk toward you

He stopped in front of you and nervously cleared his throat

"May I have a dance?" He asked

"U-Uh.. sure.." You answered

It was odd, to say the least

You two were a bit awkward, stiff even

"We should be more comfortable after knowing each other for our entire high school years." He commented

"Right.."

You stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands slithered around your waist

"Luh-Like this?"

"I-If you're comfortable."

You couldn't look him in the eye, looking off somewhere else to avoid a blush forming.

"Um- I have something important to tell you."

"What is it?" You asked

"I'm in love with you." He blurted out

"When I saw you in your dress, I couldn't think straight. You look beautiful and whenever I'm near you it gets hard to breathe... Maybe that's why I'm always in second place." He joked

"O-Oh."

You thought back to whenever you were with Jay

You always catch yourself staring but always brushed it off as analyzing him

Maybe you had feelings too

You looked him in the eye

He was blushing and you felt yours forming

"W-Well take me out on a date first. Then we'll see."

He grinned widely

"Alright."

Jake:

It was at an idol afterparty

You and Jake were always compared to each other, having similar skills

So you two were basically rivals in the industry

You were chatting with a few friends from other groups when something caught your eye

Jake just walked in, with his shirt unbuttoned

You stared at his torso for a bit before looking back up to see him looking at you

Smirking

You became embarrassed and quickly looked away

A few seconds later, you felt a tap on your shoulder

You looked over and it was Jake

"Can we talk privately?" (Oh god even this is making me a bit shy)

"Oh uh, sure!"

You went to a private room

A bedroom that is ;))

"So.. what did you want to talk about?"

"Well, people have always compared us. And I want to settle things."

"Oh? How?? Do you want to arm wrestle or do jumping jacks or have a dance-off?" You joked

"Those could be good options... Why didn't I think of that?"

You laughed

"No, I thought that maybe we could.. wrestle."

"Wrestle?"

"Well you're quite attractive.. and my type. And there's a bed here."

Oh.

He meant that type of wrestling

It was a bit strange

But I mean

Jake is asking you to 'wrestle' with him

Why not?

Let's say

It was something else

A whole new experience for you

After, you exchanged numbers

And didn't mind being compared to Jake

Because now you both knew who was better

At least, better in bed. (LMAO)

Sunghoon:

You two were ice skaters

And currently competing to be the best in your city

You just finished your routine

And when you looked up

Sunghoon was in front of you

With his jaw slightly opened

Causing you to smirk

You bowed to the judges and to the audience

Who threw you penguin plushies

You picked a few up before heading off the rink

You headed to your coach and drank some water when Sunghoon walked up

"Hey."

"Hey."

"You did great out there."

"Thanks."

"Can we meet up for coffee or something sometime?"

"Why?"

"Well... I want to learn a bit about your techniques. Just ice skating things I want to talk about."

"Oh, Uhm, sure."

"Cool."

He smiled

"My coach will give you my number since it's about to be my turn... Wish me luck?"

"Ha, sure." You chuckled

He rolled his eyes and went inside the rink

You watch him perform and just wow

He looked so.. handsome

Maybe his offer of coffee sometime wasn't a bad thing

Because you two might be interested in each other instead of 'just ice skating things you two wanted to talk about'

Sunoo:

You two had the same friends but didn't get along

Every time one of you would mention something, the other would try to one-up it

And believe me when I say it was irritating

You both were at a mutual friend's birthday party

Your friend was considered rich, as her parents rented out a ballroom for her 19th birthday

You and Sunoo sat at tables far away from each other

Glancing at each other from time to time

At the end of the party, your whole friend group met up to chat about the party at the photobooth

You were happily chatting with a friend when you glanced at Sunoo, with who you locked eyes with

He looked at you with that sickeningly sweet grin and eye smile

You gotta admit it, he looks cute whenever he smiles

After a bunch of friends went home, it was you, Sunoo, and a few others who decided to stay a bit more

They were talking to each other while you and Sunoo were both talking to no one, on your phones

You decided to be the one who started the conversation

"Hey Sunoo.. how did our friendship become like this? How did it even start?"

"I.. honestly don't remember why... Do you want to start over?"

"Yeah sure."

You and Sunoo exchanged socials and numbers after that

And started hanging out more

And found out that you two agreed on a lot of things and had a lot in common

You two basically became best friends after that and were a lot closer to each other than everybody else in your two's friend group

Some might say, you got together

Who knows ;)))

Jungwon:

He loved cats, you hated them

You loved dogs, he wasn't that fond of them

The classic cat and dog opposites

You were cheerful, loud, easily excited, dumb at times, a golden retriever basically

He was calm, intelligent, quiet, a bit emotionless sometimes, like a cat

And that led to many arguments between the two of you

You didn't like how he barely reacts to anything, how it seemed like he didn't care and how insensitive he can be

While he didn't like how loud you can get and how dumb you can be at times

You and a few friends decided to go out

To a cat cafe

Now you only go to dog cafes

So this was the first time you're going to a cat cafe

At first, you declined but then a bit of spamming from your friends of cute cat pictures convinced you

You walked in only to see Jungwon working as the cashier

Staring right back at you

You quickly looked away and sat down with your friends

You guys ordered and then everybody split off to play with some cats

While you were at the table, sitting awkwardly

Jungwon noticed this and came up with an idea

He picked up a gray cat and headed over to your table

"Hey Y/N, why aren't you going out to play with the cats?"

He sat down next to you, with the gray cat laying on his lap

"You know why."

He smirked at your words

"Here then, play with Smokey."

He picked up the gray cat from his lap and set him on yours

You stiffened, not knowing what to do

"Just pet him."

You cautiously placed your hand on the back of Smokey, petting him gently

"You're acting as if he's going to scratch you. Don't worry, he's one of the older cats and is very chill."

"Oh."

You and Jungwon talked as you got more comfortable petting Smokey and playing with him

"I didn't know you were so nice to talk to."

"Maybe if you weren't so loud at school, I would've been."

You rolled your eyes at his reply

You and Jungwon got closer after that

He even confessed that he liked being around you

You two acted like a couple, making everyone believe that you two were dating

Even though you weren't

But hey

Opposites attract

Ni-ki:

Ni-ki was the class clown

He was irritating to be around

At least that's how you felt

He would always bother you

Only you

Asking dumb questions

Messing with your stuff

Or be annoyingly too close to you

You were at lunch with friends

Venting about Ni-ki and how you wanted to rip out your hair because of him

"Speaking of the devil."

You turned your head and saw Ni-ki acting the same way with another girl

You were a bit relieved that he wasn't only doing it to you anymore

But a little jealous

Since him acting that way towards you

Was a bit special

Because only he acted that way with you

You stared until he looked over at you

Giving you that stupid smirk

You rolled your eyes and looked away, going back to talk to your friends

Everything was going nicely until you heard a slam in front of you

It was Ni-ki

"Oh god, you're bothering me at lunch now too?

"Well, you're my favorite girl."

Your friends made 'ooo' sounds in response while you became red

"Honestly Ni-ki, can you quit it? I've had enough of you."

You got up and walked out of the cafeteria, you were walking to the vending machines until someone grabbed your arm and turned you around

Again, Ni-ki

He pinned you to the nearest wall

His left hand was next to your head while his right hand was still holding your arm

He let go of your arm and put it next to your head as well, leaning down so his face was in front of yours

"Seriously? Leave me alone-"

He suddenly kissed you

In front of people

Not gonna lie, you quite liked it

But was never going to admit it

You broke the kiss and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows

"I like you."

"Well if you like me, then you shouldn't have annoyed me and treated me like entertainment. I'm still pissed at you."

"I'll make it up then, another kiss."

You caved in after that, admitting to yourself that he was a bit attractive

Soon you didn't mind Ni-ki bothering you

Hell, he even became a bit sweeter after that

Safe to say, you became a couple by the end of the month

[frogtanii]

iwaizumi was... overwhelmed, to say the least.

the past few days had been such a whirlwind of change that hajime could barely properly process, much less appropriately react to it all, so he behaved much like a zombie, saying yes when prompted, signing papers when told, and packing up what was his entire life for the past 11 months.

wow. iwaizumi collapsed on his bed as he scanned his now barren bedroom. he’d been here for almost a year and yet, all his belongings were in boxes within a couple of days.

hajime couldn’t keep the disbelieving chuckle from escaping his chest as he leaned back on his bed, dark brown eyes trained on the ceiling.

it felt like he’d spent such a large chunk of his life trapped in this house, under the foot of the woman who he thought he’d marry but in reality, he’d been in little leagues longer than he’d been in love.

iwaizumi scoffed and rolled his eyes. yeah, “in love”. it’d been about a week since his whole life started to unravel and he had hardly seen, let alone spoken to meiko throughout that entire time.

over text, she’d sworn up and down that she loved and cared about him but as she passed by him packing his things a few days ago, she’d barely spared him a second glance.

hajime wasn’t going to lie. it hurt. he’d opened his heart up to her, something he didn’t do easily, and she’d taken his trust and used it to twist him into her weapon.

he always believed he was stronger than this — he’d never forget his mother telling him so when he was younger. he had fallen and scraped his knee yet he refused to cry to keep from upsetting his mom. iwaizumi existed to live up to what his mother thought of him but here he was, completely enveloped in meiko’s shit, doing her dirty work and following her bidding like some mutt.

god, toorū was right. he really was her bitch.

“i could hear you thinking from down the hall, iwa-chan.” speak of the devil...

oikawa stood at his doorway, leaning against the frame with a posture that seemed relaxed at first glance but if you looked a little closer, you’d notice the tenseness in his shoulders and the tightness of his smile.

hajime quickly sat up on his bed before motioning for his old friend to enter. “uh, yeah,” he began, his voice cracking a little from disuse, “i have a lot to think about.”

the light haired brunette let out an understanding hum before wandering into the room, sharp observant eyes darting to look at all the empty walls. “looks like you’re all packed.”

“pretty much,” iwaizumi nodded before the room fell into an awkward silence, the two childhood friends completely avoiding one another’s eyes.

“look, i-“

“iwa-chan, i’m-“

they both paused for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound carrying into the hall and throughout the house.

hajime wiped a few stray tears from his eyes, shaking his head at their awkwardness. “you first, shittykawa.”

toorū gasped in halfhearted mock offense before quickly sobering up, training iwaizumi with a completely serious look. “i’m sorry and before you go on some bullshit, self sacrificing rant, you’re not the only one to blame for what happened to our friendship.”

he sighed while making his way to iwaizumi’s bed, sitting down gently beside him. “i should’ve known better, okay? i shouldn’t have let my jealousy and insecurities get in between us but i guess i got swept up in the attention, yknow? meiko is actually charming when she wants to be.”

iwaizumi nodded in agreement, knowing all too well how compelling meiko could be. the room fell into a more comfortable silence as both boys escaped into their thoughts, questions about the future of their friendship flitting throughout their minds.

“oh!” oikawa was pulled out of his own head at hajime’s exclamation, his eyes moving to observe his friend dig through his pockets to procure a thick white envelope. “here. i’d like you to give this yn.”

all toorū could do was nod, his brain short circuiting at the sight of iwaizumi’s apparent kindness to the woman he tormented for so long. “uh, what’s in it?” he ventured to ask, his soft hands toying with the sealed envelope flap.

a soft chuckle came from across the bed. “don’t be so nosy toorū, just give it to her, yeah?” oikawa rolled his eyes but obliged, the bed creaking as he stood to his feet.

“so... this is it, huh?” it was like the reality of the situation was just now sinking in — they hadn’t been close in a while but iwaizumi was still his best friend and he wasn’t quite ready to let him go.

they’d been through so much together, practically growing up together and now, they’d only see each other on holidays, if even then, and then he’d never be invited to hajime’s wedding as his best man as they’d planned and he also wouldn’t be the coolest uncle/godfather of iwa’s children and—

“fuck no,” hajime scoffed with a bright grin on his face. “thought you were gonna annoy me til the end of time shittykawa. don’t tell me you’re quitting your job now.”

the hidden meaning behind iwaizumi’s words brought tears to oikawa’s eyes and before he could stop himself, he launched his body into iwa’s arms. hajime hesitated, his hands stuttering at toorū’s sides as though he’d forgotten how to hug but the feeling passed, his arms winding around his friend’s lithe waist.

“‘m gonna miss you hajime,” oikawa’s voice came out as a broken whimper, his arms tightening around his shoulders.

iwaizumi hummed instead of responding, too afraid of his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. they stood there for a moment but the honk of the moving truck outside signaled the both of them of their limited time.

hurriedly, oikawa wiped the tears off his cheeks before waving awkwardly at iwaizumi as he left the room with a friendly, “don’t be a stranger.”

and then he was gone.

toorū finally allowed himself to collapse into sobs on his best friends empty bed, his palms pressing into his eyes as he sat there and just let himself feel.

apparently, he wasn’t crying very quietly because it took only a few moments for you to find him, your soft footsteps alerting him to your presence. oikawa scrambled to wipe away what he knew was an unattractive mixture of tears and snot as you got closer.

you were one of the last people he wanted to see him like this.

“hey,” you whispered, standing a few feet away from him. “um, i know this is probably a bad time but i just wanted to thank you for apologizing? back at the awards show?”

toorū sniffed as he looked up at you with confusion written on his face. “what? you shouldn’t thank me for apologizing. ‘s common courtesy.”

you laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “well, not always. so, thank you.” finished with your piece and not too keen on lingering where you weren’t wanted, you moved towards the door but were swiftly stopped before you got there.

“um, here. it’s from iwa-chan.” you gaped at the thick envelope oikawa was handing you before taking it and opening it, a low curse falling from your lips.

inside the package was a dense wad of cash, more money than you’d seen in months. accompanied with it was a letter, written in beautifully loopy handwriting.

you shut it quickly before oikawa could see, stuffing the envelope deep within your pocket where you could access it alone in the depths of your room.

“do you wanna come eat? last i heard, bokuto and tsumu were doing a cooking competition and i’m sure it’ll be fun to watch.” you were severely thrown off by the money and letter but you were determined to show toorū that you’d accepted his apology and were on your way to making amends.

he gave you a shy nod and trailed behind you to the kitchen, the loud sounds of fire and screaming coming from down the hall. you wanted to focus on the fun and merriment but the envelope was practically burning a hole in your pocket.

later that night, you finally got the chance to open the letter and read it, your former manager’s words bringing tears to your eyes.

dear yn,

i’m probably the last person you expected to hear from. you probably didn’t want to hear from me at all if i’m being honest and i don’t blame you. i know there is nothing i can say that could make up for what i’ve done to you but i’d like to try.

i’m sorry. those words don’t nearly express in and of themselves how truly remorseful i am but they needed to be said. there’s no excuse for how i treated you — not meiko, not my stress, absolutely nothing.

you deserved my common decency and respect and i didn’t give that to you. instead, i abused my position and made your life hell. i’ll never forgive myself for that.

uh, i bet you’re wondering what the money is? i promise i’m not trying to pay you off, it’s just all the money i’ve denied you since you moved here. i have a lot of wrongs to right and this is one of them.

sorry, i’m not very good with words but i just wanted you to know that i’m very sorry for everything that i’ve done. and i’m in no place to make demands or anything but i just wanted to ask if you’d keep an eye on oikawa for me.

he’s strong but he’s also vulnerable. he might be a pain in my ass but he’s my best friend and since i can’t keep him from drowning, i was wondering if you’d do that - not for me but for him.

anyways, this letter is shit but i suppose you get the gist. use the money for whatever you want and if you’re as unselfish as i’ve heard, you don’t owe me anything. you don’t owe me money, kindness, or forgiveness.

take care of yourself,

iwaizumi hajime

℗ poker face

so... this is it

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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 3)

i did not expect this to turn into more than just a oneshot, but here i am, posting a part 3?? and there’s more to come??? lmao, im a mess, having a million wips at a time, whatever. enjoy this DIRTY piece in the world of Harry and Actress!Y/N hehe!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 3k

warning: NSFW content (we are taking a dirty turn in this part babes)

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“But are you really sure you’re fine?” Florence asks for the millionth time over the phone. “You know, I could come over anytime, have a few drinks and forget about the idiots who decided you don’t deserve that Emmy.”

“I’m very sure,” you chuckle, sinking further down on your couch, kicking your heels off your feet. “It’s not a big deal.” “Oh it is, but you are trying to act all tough, though I know it bothers you.”

“I didn’t say it doesn’t bother me, but there’s nothing I can do about it,” you tell her truthfully.

“You know, sometimes I forget that you are this wise ass bitch, not some petty loser that I usually am.”

You snort at her words laughing loudly. Florence is by far one of the funniest people you know, she never fails to make you laugh, no matter what’s the situation.

“It’s sad that I didn’t win, but I’m fine. Really. Maybe next time it will be me,” you say, genuinely hoping this wasn’t your first nomination.

“Okay, I’ll stop bugging you, but call me if you change your mind and want company.”

“Thank you, Flo. Talk to you later.”

Once you end the call you let a long, heavy breath out that feels like you’ve been keeping in all night. Walking into your closet you stop in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, taking a look at yourself, still wearing the burgundy pant suit you wore for the award show. You were the only woman in pants all evening and you felt more powerful than ever. You’ve always loved to make a statement with your fashion choices and tonight you feel like you definitely succeeded in getting the message through: you are a bad bitch.

Stripping out of the outfit you hang it carefully before putting on some sweats and an oversized vintage t-shirt, feeling so much more comfortable already. Your hair is still in loose waves and you kind of like the texture, so you just leave it like that, moving into your bedroom to check up on some emails.

Cozied up under your duvet, laptop resting on your thighs, you start replying to some emails, updating your schedule for the next week. You almost don’t notice the text you get, barely catching the lit up screen from the corner of your eyes. Grabbing the device from the night stand you smile down at the series of messages from Harry.

“Bunch of idiots,” the first one reads.

“I’m suing them. All of them.”

“You looked fucking unreal by the way. Couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

Biting down on your bottom lip you read the last one over and over again. It’s been weeks since your number landed in Harry’s phone and you’ve been texting nonstop since then. Whenever you pulled your phone out to check if someone had tried to reach you, there was always a text rom him waiting for you, making you smile most of the time.

“Thanks Xx,” you reply shortly, not sure how to react to his heated words of calling the whole Television Academy a bunch of idiots, though it surely warmed your heart.

“Enjoying the after party?” his next text comes fast.

“Nope, I’m home already. Didn’t feel like partying.”

“What?! You not winning is not an excuse to skip celebrating. You still got nominated!”

“Already celebrated that, so I’m out of occasions.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you do that. Text me your address, I’m going over with wine and takeout.”

His bluntness in flirting and shooting his shot has been amusing to you since the moment he sat next to you on The Ellen Show. Harry Styles doesn’t shy away to try and show his attraction, or at least not towards you.

You hesitate a little, not sure if you want him here, but something deep down in your guts is telling you that you definitely want him to come over, some dirty thoughts already popping into your mind, but you are quick to get rid of them.

You send him your address and he tells you he’ll be over in twenty. You use that time to clean up a little around your apartment. You left in kind of a rush earlier, being a little late with your glam team, so you didn’t bother to leave the place in a decent state. It doesn’t take long though to clean up the mess and checking the time you see that you still have a little time until Harry arrives. As you walk past one of the mirrors in your hallway, you take a look at yourself, debating whether you should change or stay in your comfy homey outfit. At last you drop the idea to put on a different outfit, not wanting to look desperate when Harry arrives.

Not long later you get a notification from downstairs that a so called Mr. Styles has entered the building and is heading up to your floor. Running a hand through your hair you walk over to the front door and opening it you stand there, waiting for the elevator to arrive. When the familiar ding hits your ear you notice how your heart skips a beat upon seeing him walk out.

“Hi,” you smile at him holding the door open for him. He looks amazing, as always, wearing a pair of brown high-waisted pants with a loose white shirt tugged into it, a teal denim jacket topping the outfit. He looks comfortable, but still well put together, something you have always admired in his style.

“Hello, Love,” he smiles back at you and pulls you in for a short, one armed hug before walking fully inside. “Didn’t know what stuff you fancy, so I got a bunch,” he admits with a chuckle, holding up two plastic bags completely stuffed.

“You really shouldn’t have,” you shake your head at him smiling as you lock the front door and lead him into your open concept kitchen.

“But I should have,” he argues, setting the bags down to the counter, packing out everything he brought.

Three bottles of wine, all of them different kinds, snacks, both sweet and salty, topped with an insane amount of Chinese takeout that could feed a whole family, not just two people. You put the wines into the fridge though you know they won’t get chilly enough by the time you open it. Turning to Harry you smile at him shyly, only just now realizing that he is in your home for the first time.

“Want a tour?” you ask, pulling your shoulders up to your ears.

“Would love that,” he smirks and lets you lead the way.

The modern apartment in Manhattan has been your home for a little over a year now. One of the first things you invested into once you started earning like an A-list celebrity. It’s spacious, you did the interior over once you bought it, formed it a little more to your taste. You walk Harry through the living room, the three bedrooms from which one is yours, the others function as a guest room whenever a family member of one of your friends needs a place to stay. There are three bathrooms in total, a study room that’s always a mess, your desk filled with scripts and books most of the time, but Harry tells you it suits your vibe.

“And this here is my wardrobe,” you end the tour, flicking the lights on in the walk in closet, probably your favorite part of the place. It’s bigger than your bedroom, but it’s exactly what you and your passion for fashion needs.

Harry curiously walks inside, his eyes immediately stopping on the burgundy pant suit you wore earlier that night.

“This, Darling, was an excellent choice,” he smirks over at you, his fingers dancing over the soft fabric of the pants.

“Felt amazing in it,” you nod smiling.

“I bet you did,” he chuckles softly.

The two of you head back to the kitchen and sit at the kitchen island, roaming through all the food Harry has brought. A short silence comes over the room that’s broken by Harry first.

“So how are you really feeling about tonight?”

“I’m fine,” you shrug, but then feel his hand on your knee that’s closer to him and your eyes flicker over to him, his gaze burning down on you intently.

“No, I’m asking fo’ real. You don’t have to mask your disappointment.”

Licking your lips you look back at your plate filled with dumplings and you start to just poke them around with the chopsticks in your hand.

“Of course I’m disappointed. Who wouldn’t want to win? But there’s not much I can do about it, right?”

“Still, you shouldn’t push it all down.”

“I’m not the type to rage very publicly, if you haven’t realized that,” you chuckle, diverting your eyes back at him, catching a soft smile on his lips.

“That I know of. Miss No Beef,” he teases you, even though you could pretty much say the same thing about him. “I was properly screaming at the screen when they said someone else’s name over yours.”

“Yeah?” you chuckle.

“Mhm. I was rooting for you big time.”

“Well,” you sigh turning back to your plate. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“Nah-ah, none of that crap, Y/N,” he protests right away, dropping his chopsticks to his plate as he slides off his stool, stepping closer to you, one hand lying flat on the counter, while the other one finds the underside of your stool and he easily turns you so you are facing him, your knees involuntarily parting so he could stand between them. “I’m not letting you think of any less of yourself because of some stupid award.”

“The Emmys are not stupid,” you correct him, but it seems like he doesn’t even hear you, staring down at you with a smug grin, his hand moving from the stool to your waist.

“Mhm, they are. They made the most talented and beautiful woman think she is not the best of all.”

You can’t push down the smile that tugs on your lips as you watch him slowly lean closer. Heart beating faster, you let him do whatever he has on his mind, not finding the will to push him away. Not that you want to do that, you’d be stupid to say no to this man.

“Who’s this woman we are talking about?” you breathe out with a teasing smile. Harry smirks back at you, his hand squeezing your waist gently as his other hand moves up to the base of your neck, his thumb running along your jawline.

“The woman I’ve been fantasizing about lately.”

A desperate whimper tries to escape your lips, but you bite it back in time, feeling so lost how much effect he has on you with just a simple sentence.

“What are these fantasies about?” you find yourself asking as he leans closer, his nose brushing against yours.

You’re aching for his lips, to feel him touch you everywhere. You want to come undone under his hands and the breaking point where you won’t be able to mask up your desperate feelings is threateningly close.

“I’ve been thinking about making her feel real good. Watch her fall apart under my touch,” he murmurs lowly and this time, you can’t hold that moan back. Your lips brush against his, but he pulls back smirking, not kissing you.

“Fuck,” you breathe out when you feel his hand move from your waist to your stomach, cheekily teasing you as he is drawing circles around your belly button over the soft fabric of your shirt.

“Can I touch you, Y/N? I really want to make you feel appreciated and good. Will you let me do that?”

Not able to find your voice you whimper out something that’s close to being a yes, but it’s not enough for him and while you are losing touch with what’s really going on, Harry is very much enjoying seeing you like this, all for himself.

“Use your words, Love. I wanna hear you say it.”

“Yes!” you choke out and luckily, he doesn’t waste any more time.

You feel his lips connect with your neck as both his hands work on the waistband of your sweats, pushing them further down a little before his right hand taps on the top of your lacy underwear, the one you wore under your suit tonight, the one Harry definitely thought about when he first saw you through his screen.

You gasp when his hand slides into your underwear, fingers finding your sensitive bud of nerves, pressing down on them softly. You desperately turn your face, eager to meet his lips, but he pulls back for your dismay.

“Not now, Love,” he tells you and though the words sting a little, you don’t have much time to dwell on them when you feel his fingers slide back and forth between your soaking wet folds. “So wet for me, aren’t you?” he smirks while you’re trying to breath evenly, though it’s quite the challenge.

His lips return to your neck and your hands fly up to grab onto the back of his neck and shoulders, his fingers teasing you around your hole, not entering just yet. You start buckling your hips, desperate to get him take the next step and he is surely enjoying the show you are putting on for him.

“Ready to feel good?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, hands grabbing onto his hair roughly and a loud moan escapes your lips when he pushes two of his fingers inside you.

“Fuck, this feels so nice,” he groans, lips nipping on the soft skin under your ear. He is quick to take up on a pace, moving his digits in and out, his thumb circling on your clit, adding that extra magic most men always forget about. But not Harry, he is eager to please you the best he can and if you weren’t sitting, you’d be on your knees for him by now.

“Yeah, tug on my hair, Darling,” he growls, his voice sending chills down your spine as you tighten your grip in his hair just as he asked, while you feel your climax building up.

He picks up his pace, curling his fingers inside you every time he thrusts them in, making you almost see stars. Your legs fly around his waist, ankles crossing above his bum as you bring him closer, and a whimpered groan bursts out of him, probably because his erection just got squeezed against his hand by your action, his nonstop moving hand now stuck between your heated core and his throbbing member. When his head pulls back you quickly look at him, about to ask if he is alright, but he just presses a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth as his unsaid answer that he is perfectly fine.

His forehead comes to rest against yours as he adds a third finger, making you moan his name in ecstasy. Your mind is starting to completely shut down, the sensation of utter pleasure taking over your whole body as you can feel your orgasm just a few thrusts away.

“C’mon, Love. Let it go for me,” he mumbles, his free hand sliding to your back so he keeps you flushed against him, your heaving chest touching his upper body with each drawn breath.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you pant, eyes screwed shut, tipping over the edge of your climax. “Please don’t stop!” you beg whining.

“Never, Darling.”

And he keeps his words. He keeps going and going until your walls close up around his slick fingers and your thighs tremble around his waist. You tug on his hair once again, pulling his head back just enough so your eyes meet right when you come undone. His fingers keep moving a little longer, bringing you down from your high before the last wave of your orgasm dies down and you are brought back to reality.

When his fingers slide out of you, the feeling of emptiness makes you breathe out in dismay and it brings a smile to his lips as he licks his fingers clean and you swear that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, watch him taste your pleasure on his own fingers.

Glancing down you see the very visible bulge in his pants and you reach down to return the favor you just had the pleasure to get, but his hands wrap around your wrists stopping you, your eyes snapping up to meet his.

“Not now, Love. This was all about you. I’ll be fine.”

“But—“ “No,” he cuts you off shaking his head gently. “Seeing you like this was more than enough for me.”

Biting down on your bottom lip you feel yourself blushing at his words, the whole situation that just went down dawning on you just now. Harry really did just finger you on one of your kitchen stools and it was one hell of an experience for sure.

When your gaze wanders over to his lips you remember how he refused to kiss you and now you actually have the chance to pay more attention to this tiny detail.

“Why didn’t you kiss me?” you ask him, legs falling from his waist as he goes to sit back on his stool. He glances at you, a soft smile on the lips that never touched yours.

“I wasn’t planning to do this, but I just couldn’t stop myself. However, I’m still trying to be a gentleman, so I won’t kiss you until I’ve taken you out on a proper date.”

“I can’t believe you,” you chuckle shaking your head at the absurdity of what he just said. “So you are fine fingering me shamelessly, but you won’t kiss me without a date?” you ask, rephrasing his words.

“That’s right,” he nods, his smile growing into a smirk now. Shaking your head you turn back to your probably cold plate of food, chuckling to yourself.

“Harry Styles, you are… something else.”

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[zhongliologist]

Shibari + Zhongli canon compliant nsfw

Pairing: Zhongli x Gender Neutral!reader

Genre: SMUT SMUT SMUT!! 

Words: 3.9k

AN: Hi anon!! Sorry this took a while! THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS ONE!! I’m glad I had experience writing something like this before skajdha I decided I can’t fit this into a small drabble, so here’s like a really long version lmao my two itty bitty braincells are now in no-brain mode, so this might be full of typos or errors. 

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When Zhongli first heard the word while on a stroll late one night, he had realized that there was indeed an artform he had yet to encounter or at least heard of. His curiosity peaked, it was only a matter of time before he finally had to give in and ask you what it was.

“YN, if I may,” he began, settling the cup of tea to the table. “There is something I wish to know.”

Attention caught, you raised your brows at him—surprised that there was actually something Zhongli has yet to know—as you took a mouthful of wonton noodles.

“Sure, ask away,” you replied, chewing.

“Well, this was several nights ago,” Zhongli recounted, his deep voice serious. “I was passing by a group of shipbuilders and I couldn’t help but over hear their conversation.”

You hummed, prompting him to continue while stuffing another serving of blackened bass in your mouth.

“Their discussion involved an artform popular in Inazuma, and apparently has spread all over Teyvat as well,” he continued. “Unfortunately, I have yet to hear about this certain artform. Could you care enlighten me please?”

Leaning your head to the side, you wondered what it was. There wasn’t any popular art trend nowadays which Zhongli doesn’t know, so you became to grow curious as well.

“Did you catch the name of it?”

Zhongli nodded. “Yes. It’s called shibari.”

You almost choked on the food you were eating.

“Are you sure that’s what you heard?”

“I believe it is what I have heard,” he replied. “Is there something wrong?”

Sighing, you were going to have a lot of trouble explaining it to him. It was painfully obvious how Zhongli is so out of touch from the pleasures of mankind.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you decided it was best for him to know, before he does something unexpected.

“It’s kind of a sexual play,” you told him, but despite your words, Zhongli only glanced at you, eyes blinking.

Watching him, you noticed he had placed his hand over his chin—a habit he had whenever he was thinking. Whatever comes out of his thoughts, you were beginning to become nervous.

“I see. So, performing art during intercourse…interesting,” he mumbled to himself. “It is not too far off considering the fact that intercourse could also be deemed as a form of art, wherein it takes specialized honed skill to elicit a pleasurable result. To take two art forms and combine them in one act…I am astonished at the inventiveness of man.”

You took a bite from a dumpling, eyes jaded. “It’s not that grand, you know.”

“Now that I am aware of its existence,” Zhongli continued, paying no heed to your comment. “I wish to experience it myself. YN, I must request for your assistance.”

The dumpling you were eating fell back to your plate. “…what?”

“This…this shibari. I wish to partake in this now popular art form,” he repeated, but you only became more flabbergasted.

“Didn’t you hear me say that it’s a sexual play?!”

“I did. That is why it must be you,” Zhongli replied, taking your hand and placing it over his smirking lips. “You are my lover after all.”

Flustered, you had no choice but to agree. You knew of Zhongli’s immense curiosity and nothing is going to stop him from finding out what he wants to find out. Moreover, you wouldn’t really want him to experience it with someone else.

“F-fine,” you conceded, still nervous. “But give me a month to prepare. You should also ready yourself.”

Wondering why he had to wait and ‘ready’ himself, Zhongli leaned his head to the side. “Very well, but why a month?”

You scratched your nape as you averted your gaze somewhere. “I don’t have the right stuff, and I don’t have enough knowledge to do it properly. So give me some time.”

*

It had been a month since that conversation had occurred, and Zhongli began to feel a little bit antsy as the day drew near. It wasn’t common for him to feel this nervous energy, always maintaining his calm and composure. But it was different this time.

Since that discussion with you, you had banned any sort of sexual act from sex to masturbation, all except from small kisses; and as someone who had gotten used to your presence in his arms at night, Zhongli instantly felt withdrawal symptoms cloud his dignified countenance.

Zhongli inhaled sharply as soon as you entered his room, anticipation deeply running in his veins. You took a shower right after him, making him wait and allowing his imagination to run rampant inside his head.

“Sorry, did I make you wait?” you asked, making your way to the bed in nothing but a bathrobe.

“No, it’s alright,” Zhongli replied, his long hair now freely flowing after he had taken off his ponytail when he was taking a shower.

Running your hands through his dark hair, you admired the way they slipped against your skin as if they were made of silk. Absentmindedly, you began to braid his hair in a lose coif, making him relax underneath your touch.

“Um…er…YN, are we going to—”

You hummed, interrupting his words as you smiled. “Eager, aren’t we?”

“I fear that I may longer be able to contain my anticipation,” he confessed, feeling your hands on his back through the thin robe he was wearing.

Grinning, you knelt down and embraced him from the back; giving his temple a small kiss. “It seems like I don’t have to ask you if you’re sure about this.”

Loving how you felt so warm around him, Zhongli smiled as well as he intertwined his fingers between yours. “I do feel nervous, but it was I who wished to know; thus I must see it to the end.”

“Well, that settle’s it then,” you replied as you removed yourself from his shoulders. “Before we start, I need to remind you that we can always stop if you can no longer handle it, ok?”

Zhongli sighed. “I am confident that I can handle something like this.”

“Please stop being so stubborn,” you retorted back, annoyed that he really has to insist he wouldn’t need it. “Since it will take you forever to decide, I’ve picked one for you. It’s Rex Lapis. Say it when it gets too much.”

He scoffed. “You retaliate in the most absurd of ways, yet very well, I’ll keep it mind. Nonetheless, that does not mean I will use it.”

You grinned. “You’ll take that back soon enough.”

As you said those words, you shifted from your seat and faced him; hands cupping his chin. There was a look of surprise in Zhongli’s expression as soon as you tilted his head up to meet your eyes—too slow to react at the situation.

“Now, from here on out, I’m the one in charge. Any misdemeanor will warrant due punishment,” you began, voice firm and authoritative. “Are we clear, Zhongli?”

It took him some time to adjust at the sudden shift in the air; stunned at the tone you were giving him. This was probably the first time he had seen you take the lead, and it might’ve given him some sort of whiplash.

“Answer me,” you demanded, which made him jerk his attention back to you.

“I—uh…yes…”

“Very good.”

Smiling at his response, you removed yourself before him and sat just beside him with an easy expression. “Well then, why don’t you take off that robe? Just the robe though, leave your underwear on.”

Brought on by the awkward situation and the fact that you just ordered him to strip, Zhongli’s face immediately heated up to a few degrees. It was strange that he was feeling it for some reason—was this the actual appeal of the performative art form? Or was this simply one of your whims?

As he removed the silk tie tying his robe shut and slid it on the floor, you instructed him to quietly kneel down on the bed before you; hands neatly placed on top of his lap.

“Y-YN…? What is this…?” he asked, confusion marring his youthful face. It was embarrassing to sit on the bed that way, wearing nothing but his underwear, his dick beginning to form a tent.

Yet you only smiled at him.

“Don’t worry. We’re getting to the actual act,” you replied, crawling towards him before placing your hands on his bare chest. “If you can hold on till then, I might actually award you, you know?”

Leaning down, you immediately captured his lips in a deep kiss, moving softly yet sensually against his. Cupping his cheeks, you pushed your tongue inside and easily played with his. For some reason, this felt way hotter than the kisses you previously shared, with Zhongli unable to keep his hands to himself and began to wrap his arms around your waist.

You broke off the kiss with a click of your tongue; your thumb still on his swollen lips.

“YN…”

“What did I say about touching?” you asked, eyes holding nothing but pure mischief.

As soon as he heard you, Zhongli knew he had made a mistake and instantly rescinded his embrace; eliciting a chuckle from you.

“I—uh, forgive me…” he hurriedly told you, his voice beginning to lose their strength as he stuttered and tumbled at the words he used to be so eloquent with. As someone who has prided of his calm demeanor, Zhongli felt a surge of embarrassment at how he easily succumbed to your touch.

It was so adorable to see him like this; all flustered and nervous, making you want to see more of those reactions you have yet to see.

“Stay there. I’ll be right back,” you told him and stood up; an idea forming in your thoughts.

The moment you left; thoughts of things he might’ve done wrong kept repeating inside his head. He was scared that he might’ve crossed something which he shouldn’t have—the sounds of you rummaging through your belongings only exacerbated the nervousness that was already in his system.

However, you were not gone for long. He could sense you behind him, daring not to move or look back, and as soon as you draped a cold silk cloth over his eyes, he instantly realized what he had eagerly signed up for.

For one, as the Geo Archon, it was unimaginable for him to be in such a position, but for some reason, Zhongli found it incredibly arousing to have him at your mercy—to be restricted and ordered around; to be at the other end of the spectrum from what he was used to?

This is strange indeed…

“Don’t you agree that everything feels more vivid when you’re blindfolded?” you asked, now back on his lap; and despite being robbed of sight, he could tell you were smirking. “Does it feel good, Zhongli?”

“I…I cannot be certain…” he replied, the feeling of your intense stare sending shivers down his spine. “I haven’t experienced something like this before…”

At his hesitation, you could only giggle and gave him a small kiss. “Well, there’s a first for everything, but this one here…”

Your voice trailed off, your hand effortlessly finding his half hard dick and pressed on it harshly; eliciting a strangled moan from him. “It’s been feeling good for a while now, don’t you think so Zhongli?”

“I…I—!” He was at a lost for words; the pleasure he felt intoxicating his mind. You were right, the blindfold seemed to heightened his senses to such degrees of vividness.

“I can’t blame you really,” you told him, still toying with his member with your finger but not fully committing on pumping it up and down. “I did tell you to hold off for a month, of course, you’d be unusually sensitive and horny.”

If Zhongli thought his face was hot enough before, he hadn’t anticipated for it to feel full out burning as if his blood was set on fire. He tried holding off the sounds he was making whenever you pepper kisses on his shoulders, but to no avail. He was gradually becoming heady at the immense pleasure your hand was giving. By the time you continued talking, he was already panting heavily, skin flushed and hands balled so tightly into a fist, his knuckles turning white.

“Y-YN…” He wanted to say ‘too much’, but he didn’t want to stop you either.

“I’m impressed you can keep your hands to yourself,” you remarked playfully, rewarding him with a love bite just underneath his jaw. “Why don’t we move on to the actual thing itself?”

Even with the blindfold, Zhongli could feel you standing up; anticipation once again beating wildly against his chest. What were you going to do to him this time?—that was a thrill he had never expected to feel pleasure from.

You returned once more to his side, now with the appropriate items you needed, and brilliant grin on your lips to top it off. It was weirdly exciting for you as well, finally doing something as erotic as this to a dignified gentleman such as Zhongli. Which is why, you couldn’t help but talk him through it.

“I did tell you that shibari some sort of sexual play, right?” you began, as you seized both of his hand and pinned them on his back. “It involves tying someone up with rope, in patterns that are not only visually pleasing but are also designed to make you feel good.”

Zhongli could feel the roughness of the rope cling to his skin as soon as you tied his wrists together before doing various knots up his torso and down to his legs. It was incredibly strange—you were only tying him up but for some reason, he felt so exposed and so turned on.

“The reason why it’s so popular is because it gives a sense of security if you will,” you continued, remembering the patterns you had religiously practiced over and over again for the past month. “As if you were surrendering everything to that one person, trusting that they can give you security, give you pleasure. That is what this art form is.”

Every time he felt your soft hands brush against his damp skin as you tightened the rope around his body, he would control a shudder that kept on surging through him like a multitude of waves. This was beyond the ordinary, a situation Zhongli had not anticipated—you were right when you told him to prepare himself. He definitely did not heed your advice, and it came to him with a price, especially when you finally wrapped some rope around his dick as it stood straight and hard between his legs.

“If only you could see yourself right now, Zhongli,” you told him, pressing firmly on the ropes around his member before nibbling on his earlobe. “Aah, I just want to eat you up.”

With your sultry voice directly sending shockwaves down his lower parts, he could only dig his fingernails on the palm of his hands as the hemp ropes dug deeper in his skin. Even though they were not too tight, the restrictive sensation enveloping his body, plus the way you were touching him now was making him lose his mind.

“YN…YN…p-please, I—!”

He spoke between gasps as he felt your lips suckle on a sensitive point on his neck, his dick twitching as he tried to jerk up.

You hummed amusingly. “What is it, love? Where do you want me to touch you?”

Raking up your fingernails up his toned chest, you smirked as he groaned, unable to find any sort of friction he had been seeking for some time now. The way his long dark locks stuck to his skin because of how much he was sweating, or the way he trembled and shivered at every touch of his skin—you loved them all. As much as how Zhongli was intoxicated by pleasure, you were also heady with the power you had over him.

Not waiting for his answer, you crept your hands up and suddenly pinched his nipples—making him jolt straight up at the abrupt stimulation with a loud moan.

“Do you like it here?” you asked, now lavishing your tongue over a hardened nub; relentless and teasing.

“Ahh…! YN…! Wait, please!”

All of his thoughts had already vanished, replaced only by the sensations of your tongue on his now sensitive nipples, of the ropes wound tightly around him, of how painfully hard his dick was. It felt good, he had to admit it. It felt incredibly good.

“Do you want me to stop? I can always stop,” you asked, smiling. “If not, tell me where else I should touch you.”

Breathless as his chest heaved, Zhongli tried to find the words he wanted to say even as his lips trembled.

“Um…please touch….m-my…”

He was blushing furiously, the word seemingly unable to pass through his lips.

“Your what, Zhongli?” you asked him again, almost cooing but inwardly laughing at how he just can’t say the word ‘dick’.

Biting his lip to stop it from quivering too much, it seemed like he really has to throw every sense of dignity he had in him just to relieve his arousal.

“M-my…pe—ahh!!"

You pinched one of his nipples, pouting. “Don’t you dare call it penis, or else I won’t let you cum. Now, as you were saying?”

If only his head wasn’t too hazy from all the sensations stimulating him simultaneously, he would’ve made a mental note to make you suffer at a later date, but right now, his brain was being ran by his dick.

“P-Please…YN…! My—my…d-dick…I can’t…” he forced between pants as his sweat made the ropes feel even tighter and his underwear feel even more sticky.

Smirking at your victory, you pressed a kiss on his lips, your hands finally removing his dick from the constraints of his underwear. You could feel him groan on your lips as you began to move your hand up and down, and making sure to reach his most sensitive spots.

“Look at you, getting this hard after being tied up,” you whispered to his lips, a grin plastered on your face. “I didn’t know you were this dirty, Zhongli.”

“I-I’m…not!”

He tried to deny it but you kept his mouth shut by squeezing his cock tightly.

“Really now?” you asked, voice low as you kept on pumping him, his voice becoming nothing but dirty noise. “Are you about to cum?”

“YN…!” he growled, the ropes keeping his legs folded biting on his skin. “T-too much….! I’m…!”

Mercilessly, you continued to jerk him off as he crept closer and closer to climax. However, there he realized that the ropes around his member had gotten tighter, and the painful throbbing he felt was because he couldn’t cum.

“Oh? Did you find it out?” you asked, chuckling at the look of desperation so evident in his face. “If you can endure this in a few more minutes, I’ll reward you. How about that?”

“N-no, no….! YN…p-please, I c-can…no longer….” Most of his words were incomprehensible, affected by the pleasure and the pain on his cock.

You hummed playfully once more. “Do you want me to stop then? You can always say the safe word, you know?”

“No! W-wait…please! I n-need…I can’t…!”

“Then endure,” you replied, an idea blooming in your head. Your free hand then reached for the blindfold covering his eyes and unraveled it, allowing him to finally see.

However, he did not have time to recover when you immediately caught his attention.

“Look how hard you are, Zhongli,” you told him, his amber eyes blow wide by his current state. Yet strangely, the thought of him so aroused and at your mercy, only made him harder.

Laying down on the bed with your chest on the mattress, you looked up to him, his dick on your hands; your eyes reflecting mischief. “If you can hold on for a few minutes, I’ll let you cum, alright?”

Zhongli only gazed down on you, face as hot as the sun and as red as beet. He watched as you took his dick in your mouth and began sucking him off. At the sensation, he instantly threw his head back. This was totally different from your hands. This was just incredible.

With lustful eyes, you watched him convulse before as you assaulted him with your tongue—sucking and licking at every sensitive point you knew. The underside and the tip were particularly sensitive and that was where you concentrated.

“A-ahh…! Oh…shit…YN!” he groaned, his deep voice and the way he was now cursing sent you reeling as well. “T-too good…I’m…f-fuck…!”

You chuckled, the vibrations on your throat making his dick twitch as you kept on bobbing your head. Gazing up, you both exchanged glances as you kept on sucking the tip; his eyes tightly closing at the intensity.

“Are you going to cum?” you asked before diving in once again, your hands secretly making their way underneath his underwear and finding his hole. “I’ll help you.”

“W-wait…! T-that’s!” he jolted up yet unable to do anything but feel your fingers brushing around the rim.

Prodding at his hole, you enjoyed watching the pained yet lustful expression he was making on his otherwise stoic face. His eyebrows furrowed, his cheeks flushed pink, his mouth ajar as drool poured down his chin. It was fascinating, addicting. You can’t help but tease him endlessly, relentlessly as he kept on moaning your name again and again as if under a spell.

“P-Please….let me…I can’t…I’m going to….Y-YN…!”

Deciding that this was finally the limit of his first time, you cleverly untied the knot on his back which kept the rope around his pelvis secure, allowing it to loosen.

Still sucking him off and poking on his hole, you could feel him twitch inside your mouth, an indication that he was close.

“YN…! I’m….ughh…c-coming!”

In a few pumps, Zhongli climaxed in your mouth; his warm cum on your throat. It was a bit too much, and a little thick so you were unable to swallow everything, allowing it to drip down your chin.

Released from his high, Zhongli couldn’t believe he just had his biggest nut of his life after being tied up. It was in every ounce, shameful and embarrassing but it just felt too good for him to resist at all. Maybe it wasn’t too much of a bad thought to do this once in a while.

Eventually, you loosened the ropes that were still on him and took note of the rope markings on his skin, reminding yourself to give him that special balm you got for this exact purpose. As soon as you released him, you pulled him to a deep kiss which he gladly reciprocated.

Unlike your previous ones, this kiss was one of concern and care—asking and answering questions that were difficult to convey. As your lips moved against each other, your chest began to warm and float, glad that you were able to deliver his request. When you both pulled away, the normal Zhongli was back; his eyes warm and lively.

“I’m glad it felt good,” you told him, cupping his cheek. “I was afraid I might hurt you or something.”

He only chuckled and gave you a pat. “I did tell you I can handle it.”

You sighed in relief, loving the way he was touching you. “So, how about we sleep—"

Zhongli however interrupted you, pushing you down the bed, pinning your wrists. He was smiling but you definitely knew you were screwed.

“I reckon it is time for me take my revenge,” he gazed at you, eyes turning feral. “No one will be sleeping tonight.”

[sinfulskywalker]

Hi. What if Luke had somehow traveled back in time to shortly before ROTS? How would Anakin react if he found out that Luke was his son? What would their relationship be like?

Hello anon. Honestly if we're talking Clone Wars TV show I'm pretty sure that Anakin and Obi-Wan would be confused on finding a "new jedi" that they had never heard of, but are welcoming. Luke I assume would go by the name of Luke Lars as to conceal his identity and not have as many questions arise should he claim "He's the Son of Skywalker."

I'm sure Anakin would still be Anakin (how I write him specifically is quite possessive so let's mix that in a little) and when Luke is eventually under the tutelage of Anakin, Anakin would treat him no different than the ones he loves: while he's a jokester, he'll be protective but firm, he would have Luke train with Ahsoka and would be impressed on Luke's fast learning abilities and how this kid just wears his heart on his sleeve and--no wait why do you sacrifice yourself so much?! Stop!

Lets cry some anon and say Luke would meet Padme Amidala and has to keep a stone face knowing that he knows this is his mother. Sure he's met his father before, but never his mother and she's beautiful, she's kind and she hugs him gently when he's awarded medals for bravery but he feels Anakin's eyes on him. Not glaring, but in question.

Luke I'm sure would eventually cave in and say something later, perhaps in a life of death situation where he didn't know if he had screwed with a timeline of some sort and blurt out who he really is. Anakin for sure wouldn't believe him at first, but the Force would tell him and the Force never lies.

Anakin couldn't believe it, he had a son! Padme would give birth to a boy! Call him selfish, but he wanted Luke to meet Padme properly, for the three of them to talk about what happened and how Luke got here and to be a family--and that's when Luke would dissapear out of thin air. The Force answered Luke's plea for his childish dream to come true for him to meet his father and he did it. Now he was sent back into his own time where he belonged.

It also appears that Darth Vader had the memory of a dolphin because it takes just two seconds for his eyes to land on Luke on Bespin and he's already flooded with memories of a laughing young boy he called his son.

[illfoandillfie]

Kinktober Day 1: Rimming

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,560

Warnings: Rimming, anal sex, some vaginal fingering, himbo Ben (mild unintentional hypnosis I guess)

A/N: Welcome to Kinktober! This is actually an idea i’ve been thinking about for quite a while. We’ve done himbo Rog and himbo Gwil so it only seemed fair to do himbo Ben and since he’s obviously an ass man......only made sense that he’d be into anal lmao. It seemed like the perfect fit for the first of these prompts. But this is the first time I’ve written (or even really thought about) rimming so I hope it’s okay!

“Geeze Ben, could you maybe close your porn next time. Didn’t really expect to see that autoplay when I woke the computer up this morning,”  Ben snorted into his plate of eggs, “Which one was it?”  “Something called Anal Punisher 3.”  “Don’t know what you’re complaining about, that’s a good one.” His eyes twinkled teasingly and he poked his tongue out as you sat in front of your own plate.  “I’m sure it is.” You chuckled, able to see the funny side now that you weren’t staring directly at close up of a porn stars arsehole, “Just not when I’m trying to check my emails on our shared desktop.”   “As if you’ve never had a cheeky wank at that computer.”  “That’s what I have a laptop for,” You laughed again, shaking your head.  “Alright, fair play. I only left it up cause you got home early last night and I had to, um, clean up.”  You rolled your eyes at the flimsy excuse.  “And if you don’t want me watching Anal Punisher 3 then maybe you should let me punish your anal....arse....fuck, you know what I mean.”  It was your turn to snort into your breakfast, Ben’s clumsy attempt at seduction nearly making you inhale the scrambled eggs. When you finally got yourself under control you said, “I don’t care if you watch it, just shut it down when you’re finished.”   “Sorry love,”  “But  y’know, if you did want to anal arse fuck me tonight I wouldn’t say no.”  Ben’s eyes lit up in excitement. He’d either not heard the joke you’d made at his expense or decided it wasn’t worth bringing up if the possibility of anal was on the table, “Serious?”  “Serious. I’ll even put my plug in when I get dressed so we don’t have to spend as much time on foreplay.”  “If I hadn’t already married you, I’d propose on the spot.” 

But by the time Ben got home he seemed more interested in just cuddling on the couch. You’d done as you said you would and worn your plug all day, constantly thinking about what would happen later that night. Right up until Ben stepped inside yawning, when you snuck off to the bathroom to remove it, realising your plans were unlikely to go ahead. You’d half expected him to fall asleep on the couch after dinner but evidently, some part of him still wanted you. He tapped his thigh and beckoned you towards him, pulling you down so he could hold you close and kiss your shoulder. Soon enough that cuddling had turned to making out, you straddling his lap as you kissed him deeply, his large hands pulling you into him, stroking whatever bare skin he could find. Without thinking you dragged your fingers through his hair. He hummed in response so you did it again, your fingers creating small, firm circles against his scalp, drawing random patterns there as you focused on keeping your lips on his and your tongues entwined. Ben made soft pleased sounds as your fingers kept up their movement, almost moaning at the sensation. You could feel him getting harder under you as you carefully rocked your hips.   “Benny?”  “Huh?”  His hands had begun to roam more, moving down to your arse, grabbing and squeezing as he pulled you against him.  “Kinda got me excited here honey. Might wanna stop if you’re too tired to carry through,”  “What?”   He seemed nearly dazed, not properly comprehending what you were saying.   You shifted your hand to his chest, drawing small circles with your finger, “I mean I’ve been thinking about you fucking me all day anyway.”  “Think?”  “Exactly, thinking about our conversation this morning. Remember? Anal Punisher 3?”  “Anal?” It was still a question but there was a tone of excitement behind the dopey confusion.  “You said you wanted to.... I kinda really want you to.”  “Mmmm,”  “I mean I get it if you’re too tired,” you said softly, stroking your palms over his biceps, “but I’m up for it now if you are. So, do you still want to?”  “Mmhmm,” but as keen as he sounded, Ben didn’t seem inclined to move to the bedroom or even to begin to undress you. He was too caught up in feeling you up and trying to kiss you again.   “Don’t you want me Benny?”  He was slow to react, eyes still shut as he nodded, speech flowing like treacle “Want - you.”  “You can have me.” You had to lean back to stop him from kissing you again. As much as you liked making out, you were getting eager for more and wanted to know where he was at.  He nodded again, not seeming to hear you, and then, when he couldn’t immediately locate your lips again, opened his eyes.   It reminded you of the time a few friends had dragged you and Ben to a hypnotists show. None of your group had been pulled on stage to experience the hypnotic powers the man claimed to have, but those who had been had all worn similar expressions to Ben. Eyes heavy lidded and almost glazed over and when they’d gone back to their seats you’d noticed that they seemed a bit dazed and confused. You’d not seen Ben look like that before. Well, maybe a bit dazed after you gave him a proper good blow job, but nothing to this extent. Not even when you edged him repeatedly. He tended to get whiny and loud rather than glassy eyed and dopey. Usually more talkative too, begging or moaning your name. This was something new.  

Curiously, you stoked his hair back off his face and asked him how he felt, tugging lightly on the ends that reached the back of his neck.  “Good,” he sighed softly, “Kiss?”  You couldn’t deny him that when he’d asked so cutely, so you leaned in to kiss him again, letting him draw you in deeply for a moment. When the chance arose you let your lips slip from his, kissing along his jaw until you reached his ear, “What else do you want?”  Ben hummed softly and then said, “Arse.”  It was unusual for Ben to be so monosyllabic. Even when he was super horny and desperate for you, he could generally get most of a coherent sentence out. Nothing that would win any literary awards of course, but enough so you knew what he meant.  “What do you mean Benny?”  “Ummm....arse.....cock.”  It sounded like it had been a struggle for him to even think of the two words he wanted but you couldn’t help but giggle, “Does that mean you want to fuck me?”  “Yeah,”  “Okay baby. But you have to do everything I say, understand?”  Ben nodded.  “Can you do what I say Benny? Be a good boy and follow my instructions?”  He nodded again, “Yes. Please.”  You kissed him once more, trying not to laugh too much, and then scooted off his lap.  Ben whined as soon as the physical contact was broken.  “If you want my arse we gotta move to the bedroom,”  He frowned as if he didn’t quite understand but let you take his hand all the same and followed you to the bedroom. 

Ben’s hands began to wander again when you stopped to open your bedroom door, grasping your hips and then dropping lower to rest against your behind.   It was hard to ignore the tingle the light contact sent through you but you bit down on your rising need as you turned and grasped Ben’s hands, “Gotta wait for that Benny. Just a little longer.” You stepped back towards the bed and Ben smiled dopily as you pulled him along. “I mean I’m ready but not all the way. But if you help get me lubed up you can fuck my arse for as long as you want.”  It was like a light turned on inside Ben’s mind. His eyes still had that unfocused look but they were wider and he was nodding enthusiastically.  “You gonna undress me or should I start for you?” You laughed and when he didn’t immediately move you began pulling your shirt off over your head, too eager to wait. You reached behind you to unclasp your bra, “C’mon Benny. Help me out.”  Ben blinked twice before he seemed to understand but was soon offering his help, pulling the bra from your arms, gently cupping your breasts as he revealed them, thumbs falling into a familiar rhythm rubbing back and forth over your nipples. Still moving slowly, Ben leaned in and kissed your throat, humming in response as you pressed your chest into his hands and sighed contentedly. But he clearly had something else on his mind because soon enough his hands fell, fingers picking at the waistband of your leggings. Indulging him you quickly shed your pants, turning so he could see the thing he really wanted as you stripped off the final layer of clothing. Ben watched intently as you wiggled your hips teasingly and eked the waistband of your knickers down a few inches. And then something changed. 

You felt it in the air, a shift in energy, but even that wasn’t enough to prepare you as Ben growled and lunged forward, his hands tight on your waist as he lifted you onto the bed, barely giving you time to settle on your hands and knees before he dived in behind you.   All you could manage was to gasp his name as he rushed to tear your underpants down your thighs. But your surprise at his sudden movement doubled as he spread your cheeks and buried his face between them. He’d licked you like that once or twice but only when he’d been eating your pussy and teasingly snuck his tongue elsewhere as you tried to recover from your orgasm. This was entirely different.  

It felt similar to the vaguely tickly sensation he made you feel when he was helping you relax before a round of anal, when he would tease you with light strokes from his fingers until you were shivering and wanting more. But there was more heat to it. His breath hot and his tongue wet as he traced your hole. You felt like you’d been completely lit up from within, like he’d suddenly discovered a hundred more nerve endings than he usually hit. And adding to all the physical sensations of Ben’s fingers holding you open and his mouth exploring your darkest nooks, was the feeling of doing something properly filthy. You’d felt the same when you and Ben first tried anal, completely depraved at enjoying something so taboo. That feeling had lessened as you did it more, your enjoyment then stemming from Ben’s improved skills more than the act itself. But with your head against the sheets and your arse in the air you remembered why you’d liked feeling so downright dirty. It only heightened your desire and made every caress of Ben’s tongue sweeter.  

Of course, best of all was just how into Ben was. You wondered how he could possibly be breathing when every second seemed to be taken up with moans and groans as he feasted on you. The noises started softly as he tantalized you with hard licks against your arsehole and the surrounding area. But as his tongue explored deeper, as he pressed into you, making your arse feel slick and hot with his drool and making your pussy throb, he got louder. He seemed to enjoy you more and more, as if he’d never eaten anything as satisfying in his life. That was enough to have you shaking. You were already wet from grinding against him on the couch but the ways he was touching you and how thoroughly he was enjoying it had you positively soaked.   “Finger me Benny,” you gasped, trying to maintain some of the control you’d intended to have.  Ben did as you asked, never able to deny you what you craved, but it wasn’t up to his usual standard. His fingers weren’t as deft as normal, moving awkwardly and out of time. It was as if his fingers were trying to work off of muscle memory alone, his mind too consumed with something else to take any notice of your cunt.   With a needy whine you clumsily disentangled one fist from the sheets and batted Ben’s hand out of the way, replacing it with your own.  Ben didn’t make any indication that he’d noticed you start touching yourself, except to tighten his grip on your arse, holding you firmly as you began to writhe against your fingers. He happily went back to gripping a cheek in each hand, pulling them wide to give himself better access to your arsehole.   It seemed that wearing your plug had been a good idea because Ben found it easy to press his tongue into you, licking around and making your muscles tighten before withdrawing and sinking in again.   And that stimulation plus your own fingers in your cunt made you moan wantonly into the bedding.  Ben answered with his own long, loud moan of desire, sending a shiver along your spine. It was enough to tip you over the edge, your fingers massaging a spot within you as Ben rapidly tongued your hole. 

You rode out your high before letting your fingers slip back to tangle in the sheets once more, but Ben showed no signs of stopping. He might very well have kept up the intoxicating performance all night if you hadn’t whined his name. Even that wasn’t enough to make him stop entirely, just slow down and hum.  “Ben? Benny?” you gasped, as he readjusted his grip on you, “You gonna fuck me or what?”  Ben groaned as if he didn’t want to stop tasting you but wanted to move on to other things as well. And you were on the verge of instructing him to get the lube when you felt his fingers. He reached under you, two digits carefully tracing along your cunt, sliding through the creamy evidence of your earlier orgasm. He didn’t break contact, his fingers just as softly sliding along your crack and up to your arsehole. And then they were pushing against the ring of muscle.  Usually he’d take his time applying lube but he seemed too lost in the moment to remember it. You didn’t mind too much though. Lube might have made it a touch more comfortable but wearing the plug had helped loosen you up and Ben had thoroughly coated everything with his saliva and your own cum. His fingers breached you moderately easily, making you shiver and whine at the feeling of being filled again.   “God it’s a good thing we do this a lot,” you half sighed, half laughed into the sheets, as Ben’s fingers sank another inch into you.  Ben’s only response was to lean forward and lick around where his fingers were penetrating you, humming happily as he did so. 

Ben seemed inclined to spend just as long fingering you as he did licking you, but the way his fingers moved inside you quickly had you worked up and eager for more.   “God Ben. You’re hard right?”  Ben only pumped his fingers into you faster but you took it as a yes.  "So fuck me already. Please Benny,” It came out whinier than you’d expected so you cleared your throat and tried a proper demand, “I need your cock in my arse now Ben.”  You weren’t sure it would be enough to get Ben’s attention. He seemed too engrossed in fingering you to even hear what you were saying. But thankfully, something broke through his blinders.  Suddenly, his fingers disappeared. It was followed by the sound of his pants coming down and then you felt the head of his cock against your back entrance.  “Wait,” You gasped, “Wait. Lube.”  Ben repeated the word lube in a grunt, shifting hips slightly so he could run his shaft along your soaked cunt. You felt him between your lips, as if he were teasing you, sliding back and forth, coating his length in your juices.   A moment later, he returned to your other hole, his hands on your hips to pull your arse back onto him.  Ben let out a satisfied groan as he sank into you but you were panting roughly, almost seeing stars with how good it felt to finally be filled the way you wanted to be. Once or twice your breath hitched, the discomfort of his size pushing into you exacerbated by the lack of proper lube. But it wasn’t enough to truly bother, certainly not enough to stop. The fact that just seeing your arse had made Ben snap into an animalistic, almost feral demeanour had made you impossibly horny. And you were desperate for him to fuck you properly now he was fully sheathed in your arsehole’s tight embrace.   Ben moaned at the feeling, vocalising your own desire. And then he said something.   “What was that Benny?” you asked, unable to comprehend him.  “Fuck....arse......hngggg.....arse.....” he said though you were sure you were missing something. But as nonsensical as it was it was still hot. Knowing Ben was so desperate for this, for you, knowing you could make him babble incomprehensibly. It was insanely hot.   And then he began to fuck you.   You whined and brought your hand to your pussy again, finding your clit, though Ben’s frantic thrusts made it hard to keep the contact consistent.  

You screamed when you came, voice tearing out of your throat as Ben roughly pounded into you, his hips almost bruising hard against your arse.   It was nearly impossible for you to breathe under so much pleasure and you panted for air as the orgasm subsided.  But Ben was still going, still thrusting into you furiously, grunting with the effort as he neared his own release.   You gasped his name and told him to cum, trying to not get swept away by the feeling of his cock moving inside you, wanted him to keep going almost as much as you wanted to feel his semen warm you from the inside out, and drip out of you.   Your request was enough to make him shudder to a halt, his hands squeezing your hips tightly as he released himself with a groan.  He thrust a few more times and your limbs gave out. You felt them wobble and then collapse under you, Ben’s body pressing you into the mattress as he sank down too, still trying to fuck you.  

It took you saying his name twice before he stopped though he made a reluctant sort of a sound when he realised he had to pull out.  “Well if you didn’t fuck me so well you probably could have gone on a bit longer,” you laughed as he, somewhat grudgingly, pushed himself to his feet.  With a satisfied groan you rolled over and stretched your arm out to grab Ben’s hand so you could pull him onto the bed too.   He lay on his front, sighing as his head fell into the crook of your neck, his body resting almost entirely over yours.   You were half being crushed by his weight but you enjoyed it. It was comforting and warm and you softly drew your hands over his back as you caught your breath properly.  Ben was quiet as he lay there until, some ten minutes later, he suddenly pushed himself to his knees, blinking at you. His eyes still had a vaguely unfocused appearance but the more he blinked the more normal he seemed.   “Are you okay?” He asked slowly.  You laughed and nodded, “More than okay. Lie back down, I’m too tired to sit up.”  He compiled with your request, lowering himself again but this time on his back, “I have no idea what just came over me, babe.”  With a sigh you shifted to your side, propping your head up on one hand, “What do you mean?”  “All I know is I saw your arse and just needed it, more than anything else, more than air, I just wanted you.”  “Gotta admit, it was a little unexpected,” you lay your palm on Ben’s chest, his skin still flushed and warm to the touch, “But ummmm, definitely didn’t hate it.”  His hand landed gently on top of yours, holding you against his heart, “Did I use any lube at all?”  “Only spit and my cum.”  “Fucking hell. Are you sure you’re okay?”  “It’s fine Benny. If I’d needed anything else I would have made you stop. If I’m honest....kind of made it hotter.”  “Babe!”  “Not in a weird way! I’m not going to let you get away without lube all the time.” You laughed, “Just knowing you wanted me so badly was nice.”  “I always want you badly.”  You patted Ben’s chest softly, your heart fluttering, “Does that mean you’d want to eat my arse again another time?”  “You liked it?”  “Well you were very thorough.”  Ben groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes which just made you laugh again.  “I did enjoy it,” you said softly, deciding to put him out of his misery, “Wasn’t necessarily expecting it but it felt really good.”  “Well that’s something. I still don’t understand what just happened though.”  “What’s that saying...Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth?” 

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[duckydae]

exo-l tag challenge

so now that exo's coming back to properly celebrate their 10th anniversary, thought i'd send this around so we can have a wee giggle and reminisce

dunno if any of my moots are still active anymore so feel free to do this whether or not you follow me! also feel free to tag me, need some new exo-l blogs to follow as my dash is very exo-less

when did you first learn of exo?

this is really cringy but i first saw exo in twenty-fourteen on a 'youtubers react to k-pop', they were reacting to "overdose" and i kid you not, i was so put off their styling i wanted nothing to do with it. i hated it (and i still bloody do)

and then, a little while later they put out a 'teens react to exo' and i hadn't connected they were the same group. anyways, i saw yixing with that blonde hair and my mind went "that one, i like that one"

so don't let anyone ever tell you a visual is a stupid position

(it was probably a lot to do with the fact the boy i really liked had the same hairstyle)

turns out, my friend at the time was vaguely into them (she was more into super junior & shinee) and we just clicked over that and the rest was history

who was / is your bias?

yixing was my first bias ever, and i vaguely remember bouncing around yixing + luhan but i think like a month in jongdae committed the cardinal sin of a bias wrecker and became the ult bias

don't ask me how, it might have been showtime? but yeah jongdae's been my ult since twenty-fifteen. oh god.

where you team exo-k / exo-m?

i was pretty openly exo-m, because yixing was my bias and would only exclusively listen to their versions of the b-sides, until "the war" and it's funny that jongdae became my bias because i really don't think it was his vocals that sold me on him because i was too busy thinking "i wish lay would get more lines"

now looking back, yeah jongdae (and yixing) were my bias individually but as a collective, i preferred exo-k (also, "candy" and "mirotic" were better than "sorry sorry" + "happiness")

favourite m/v?

"lotto". not my favourite song in the world but the aesthetics, the 'plot', jongdae in the white smashing up that table with a hammer? ugh, love it. jongdae and baekhyun's era.

i love a music video with a plot, i would love to see them do a "now" or "365 fresh" but i don't think my heart could take it lol

honourable mentions: monster & i love 'love shot' probably because its in the same vain as "lotto" if it were less plot, more vibes.

also chanyeol with no shirt and that black leather, ugh.

the music video isn't my favourite, but i love the 'alice in wonderland' aspect of "love me right"

favourite album?

i think it really depends on what day you ask me, also my favourite album isn't always the one i think its their best. i'm really enjoying the obsession album right now but the "love me right (exodus)" is exo's magnum opus and dare i say "lotto (ex'act)" is the best sequel since shrek two.

but i really didn't like "love shot (don't mess up my tempo)" and it killed me inside but i only liked two of the b-sides

top ten tracks?

exodus

heaven

thunder

my lady

forever

cosmic railway

white noise

hurt

christmas day

fall

favourite soloist / subunit?

unit is absolutely exo-cbx. their "hey mama" mini-album is a no-skip album, their second mini wasn't really for me but "vroom vroom" is amazing also jongdae's "watch out" is brill but i can't listen to it without remembering him decking it on stage

that said, i still mourn the concept of chenbaeksoo unit and i'm still really disappointed sment didn't milk the shit out of that trio like kry or tts before them

favourite performance?

it feels a bit cliche to say the "wolf (remix)", the olympics or "artificial love" so i think i'll have to go with twenty-fifteen's mama set it was fantastic, show stopping and a bit chaotic

but shout-out to baek's "monster" in tokyo dome. y'all baby exo-l missed out on the shitstorm that was tumblr / twitter.

also, not a 'favourite' but cbx in "run this" at the golden disk awards being visibly pissed-off and screaming into their mics because of the "lip-sync" rumor

your exo hot take?

not an unpopular "hot take" but i know folk get stick for it

i really dislike superm, like seriously. i really dislike sm's management of it. sm had a perfectly good group to go up against bts on a global stage and they screwed it up. they weren't rookies like most of nct, they weren't too "out there" like shinee and the less said about suju the better.

also, they're a 'global group' yet all their best songs are mostly korean.

but they squandered it, they prioritised the nct brand both with the group itself and superm and tacked exo + taemin into their daft group to make older fans give a shit and they took away exo's chance at their final ot8/9 comeback before enlistment.

also, whilst it was for the better, kris leaving exo really stilted their international growth as a unit and individuals, honestly just the china line generally as they are collectively a lot stronger in their english as opposed to the korean members

showtime, ladder or arcade?

overall, ladder but i love showtime, especially episode eleven. i think that's when i first thought "hey that really fucking loud guy is pretty cute"

collab you'd like to see (western + k-pop)?

in regards to sm, i would love to see taeyeon, wendy, kyungsoo and jongdae take a shot at either a jazz or r'n'b collab track.

k-pop generally, baekyeol + dreamcatcher

western, bruno mars & kyungsoo

what would you like for exo to do next?

sm please! give me an english version of their title! almost everyone else at sm has one! hell, there was literally an english version of "the eve"!

but also, royalty concept (they've bloody earned it and exo-l's can't keep suggesting it every comeback)

but personally, it'd love to see a twenties or thirties "great gatsby" concept

funniest exo moments(s)?

"say hey!" that entire performance is a disaster, baek getting interrupted, then spooked by a pyro and finally jongdae decking it in the dance break of "growl"

the water fight during exoluxion

jongdae's outbrust at sehun on knowing bros

exomentary's bowling episode (rip chanyeol)

sehun and the beluga whale

the exo-l screaming "yah baekhyun!"

jongdae scaring the shit out of doni on weekly idol (deserved)

everyone yelling that baekhyun picked 'i got a boy' and not ‘gee’ like a normal person (personally luhan made the best choice)

baek, tao and luhan's haunted house run

heechul's various impressions of kyungsoo on knowing bros

favourite line?

chingu, we never get to see them anymore but they (especially the beagles) were always tied to the hip, that said i've defo gone soft for the maknae line

who's the traitor? is there one?

kris it's absolutely jongdae. i know folk think it's baekhyun but or chanyeol but after "lotto", i feel like that rules out chanyeol and baekhyun after "monster".

jongdae seems to be doing the opposite to everyone in these music videos whilst still being 'apart of it'

like: the white shirt in "lotto", standing at the 'last supper', the cameras in obsession, the smashing of their earnings in "lotto" the 'no fucks given attitude' when the swat shows up, unlike the rest of the group

favourite pathcode?

baekhyun, its so pretty but i also love sehun's as a resident scot

favourite cursed moment(s)?

"my name is baekhyun, but you can call me bacon" stfu bake-hun

suho meeting jedward

chanyeol's nick mask

exo: next door (side note: why was exo-m + jongin just not in the show?)

baekhyun's 'best looking' ranking on weekly idol

"wolf" demo

who's "baby-girl" are you picking?

kyungsoo's in "call me baby" but shout-out to jongdae's underrated one in "juliet"

favourite exo collab?

i've got a few, probably "lil' something" with jongdae & heize or his collab with ailee

it kills me that taeyeon was unwell whilst singing with jongdae also, chanyeol's collab with far east movement

favourite cover?

vocal line + sehun's "why so serious"

exo & yuna kim's "happiness" (vocal line sound brill in this)

sunday morning

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 290: It’s Touya Time

Previously on BnHA: Iida and Hadou showed up like a couple of Pennsylvanias and Georgias to bail Shouto out at the last minute. Ochako and Toga had an exceptionally strange fight which consisted of Toga being all “guess what Ochako, I used your quirk to murder someone, how do you feel about that”, and Ochako being all “I do not like that”, to which Toga was all “:(”. There was some doll-stealing and some bookcase-yeeting, and then Toga left in tears because Ochako was all adamant that murder has consequences. Anyway so I have absolutely no idea what Toga is thinking now, but I guess we’ll have some time to stew on it, because we ended the chapter by cutting back to the Iida+Hadou+Shouto VS Afomura battle, which was interrupted by Gigantomachia and the LoV showing up like a bunch of Floridas to ruin everyone’s nice day.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi hands the mic over to Dabi and is all “take it away, kid.” Over in Room 315 of Musutafu General, Rei is all “may I please watch some TV” and the hospital staff is all “sure”, and so she tunes in just in time to catch Todoroki Touya’s Peabody Award-winning documentary “Number One Hero, Number One Fraud: The Todoroki Enji Story”, which is being broadcast nationwide courtesy of Skeptic and his magic laptop. Meanwhile in Jakku, Dabi is all “I’M TOUYA, BITCHES”, and Shouto and Enji are all, “(゜◇゜ )”, and Dabi is all, “anyway so just to sum it all up, because of how much of a jerk Endeavor was, I am now Evil.” Everyone continues to be all “(ﾟoﾟ)” except for Dabi, who is all “└(˘▾˘┌ )≡ ( ┐˘▾˘)┘≡┗( ˘▾˘)┛≡┏( ˘▾˘)┓≡┗( ˘▾˘)┛” for pretty much the rest of the chapter. Idk. Just let the man have his fun, guys. He’s waited a long time for this.

y’all I have a confession to make. I am technically not spoiled for this chapter thanks to my robustly paranoid system of spoiler-tag-filtering, which is extensive enough that it pretty much will catch whenever someone so much as breathes something even remotely new-chapter-related. that being said, I like to think that I am capable of making basic logical inferences! and so the fact that for the past 36 hours, my dashboard has pretty much nonstop consisted almost entirely of this...

...has led me to conclude that MAYBE, POSSIBLY, PROBABLY, BUT ALSO DEFINITELY, a certain someone is finally going to reveal his ~secret identity~ woop woop. lmao

anyway so everyone, please remember to act surprised though, as we would not want Dabi’s feelings to be hurt at all. he has been planning this moment for the last decade or so and I wouldn’t want him to feel like all of that effort was for naught. so just play along, okay. OH MY, IF IT ISN’T THE LEAGUE OF VILLAINS’ MYSTERIOUS DABI. WHATEVER COULD HIS ARRIVAL POSSIBLY BE HERALDING, I JUST DON’T KNOW

“Dabi’s Dance” lmao. I’m sticking with Touya Time myself. ngl I had this recap title planned out for at least the past year or so. just waiting for that day to finally come

anyway so some people in some building somewhere are all “TURN OFF THE TV IN ROOM 315” and idk. I’m guessing the LoV is hacking the airwaves to livestream the reveal, as predicted

-- oh shit. UHHHHHHHH

did she always have this TV or did she get it just recently?? jfc of all the times for the hospital staff to finally loosen up

um... so that’s... (・＿・；)

well but I mean, she was gonna find out one way or the other at some point though. like you can’t really just keep her locked up and isolated from all news of the outside world forever and ever and ever. granted, this isn’t exactly the ideal way for her to learn this particular bit of information, but it’s not really ideal for anybody else either! EXCEPT DABI, THAT IS. have yourself a day you funky little terrorist

oh shit what is this?? it’s not live???

over in Jakku, a red-faced, sputtering Dabi makes a frantic grab for Skeptic’s laptop. “WAIT, NO, JESUS, NOT THAT TAPE!”

lol. but seriously Dabi are you even wearing a shirt. like I’m not one to slutshame anyone bro, but it’s just, exactly what type of mood were you looking to set here??

anyway so we really are cutting back to Jakku now, and Gigantomachia is all, “MASTERS”! which, I wonder if he really did use the plural? that’s right Machia, both of them in one place now! that sure is convenient for you huh

lol what is this with all this AFO monologuing. you’re really gonna make me read through this when I’m sitting here all sleep-deprived from election week. JUST GET TO THE TOUYAS. WE WERE PROMISED TOUYAS!!

sigh

“tee hee it’s fucking hilarious how goddamn powerful I am now lol”

alas, in spite of myself I do have two serious takeaways from this. one is that AFO is still controlling most of Tomura’s body behind the scenes, which both does and doesn’t bode well for Tomura (like, at least he’s not dying, but the long-term implications of this for his free will and such certainly are not Good). and two is that this confirms that Ujiko did give Tomura at least one powerful mutant quirk, which explains why he was still so deadly and indestructible even when Aizawa was using Erasure on him (since Erasure doesn’t work on mutant quirks, just emitter and transformation ones)

MEANWHILE ON TODAY’S EPISODE OF “TODOROKI SHOUTO’S TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD LIFE”

I like how he doesn’t actually say that he can’t take on Gigantomachia. just that he can’t take on him and Afomura at the same time. that’s confidence, baby. that right there is why you always draft Todoroki Shouto in the first round for your fantasy team

HADOU!!!!

OOOH, TOMURA’S ALL “MAN, THIS GIRL’S WAVE POWERS AND THIS KID’S ICE POWERS ARE A SUPER-STRONG COMBO DAGNABBIT.” YESSS I LIKE THAT, TELL ME MORE ABOUT HOW COOL AND POWERFUL THEY ARE

HOT DAMN LOOK AT THAT

um but not to take away from this exceptionally cool moment or anything, but why is Endeavor dying and shouting “RUN” down there in the corner um

oh

excuse me. not to take away from How Bad This All Is, but!!

just a little, smol, IidaBaku for everyone. Iida, who apparently doesn’t know a damn thing about first aid and is all, “hmm that’s a pretty bad-looking puncture wound he has in his left shoulder there, I think I’ll just let his arm dangle freely like that and I won’t bother taking off his heavy gauntlets either. I mean. he’ll be fine, probably.” smh. at least Shouto probably cauterized the wounds

EXCUSE ME WHAT

TIME FOR MORE OF THAT GOOD OLD FASHIONED SHOUNEN RIDICULOUSNESS I GUESS LMAO. KACCHAN YOU HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO. THERE IS A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO, AND YOU LOST LIKE FOUR GALLONS OF BLOOD, BUT SURE. “PUT ME DOWN” HE SAYS. FIRST OF ALL, PUTTING ASIDE THE FACT THAT YOU ABSOLUTELY SHOULD NOT BE CONSCIOUS, THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN GOING TO DO, LIE DOWN AT THEM?? LISTEN, YOU SWEET IDIOT. TAKE HEED, BELOVED DUMBASS!!

ah well. I guess he gets to watch the Touya Show now too then lol

LMAOOOO now Machia’s lifting Tomura carefully in his palm like a broken action figure and Spinner is all “THE FUCK, YOU LOOK LIKE DEATH WARMED OVER”

“oh hey there Spinner. well let’s see, I woke up from my three-month coma and destroyed a city, had my body incinerated, and am currently being possessed by a diabolically evil potato. but please, tell me more about everything you've been through”

AW YISS AND THE FOCUS NOW SHIFTS TO THE TODOROKIS. EVERYTHING IS PROCEEDING EXACTLY AS WE HAVE FORESEEN

Endeavor my dude. it’s as if you want to die here. also holy shit, that bit about his lungs definitely does not bode well for him either

MOTHERFUCKER

GO AHEAD AND SIGN YOUR OWN DEATH CERTIFICATE, WHY DON’T YOU!! FLAGS UPON FLAGS. JESUS CHRIST

meanwhile Dabi’s just waving at ‘em

lmaoooo please oh please Caleb please keep this ‘EYYYYYYY’, it’s fucking perfect kdlshk;hg

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(ETA: so as you will see very shortly, I completely missed this detail in my first read-through because I was so anxious to get to the reveal page, but THIS MOTHERFUCKER LITERALLY DOUSED HIMSELF WITH INSTANT HAIR DYE REMOVER THAT HE’S JUST BEEN CARRYING AROUND IN A LITTLE HIP POUCH APPRENTLY SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME. MOTHERFUCKER. I HAVE NO WORDS.)

IS THIS THE TIME. IS THIS THE MOMENT?! HERE IT COMES SLKFHS BRACE YERSELVES LADS

EYYYYYYYYYYYY

OKAY EVERYONE JUST LIKE WE PRACTICED!! SURPRISED FACES ON THREE! ONE... TWO... (•̪ o •̪) !! okay how was that

LMAO ENDEAVOR

at least Shouto looks properly stunned. Enji just looks like endeavor.exe just straight up stopped working

meanwhile Deku’s out here trying to do the math on this latest surprise family reveal! first Tomura is related to Nana, and now this. what’s next. who are you related to, Spinner. he rips off his boots to reveal engine legs and declares himself Iida’s long-lost uncle

oh shit Touya

it’s as if a million fanworks suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly jossed. who knew that all this time he was secretly sporting a crop top scar

also, THIRTY?! holy shit son you been busy

la la la two-page spread of Touya casually driving the dagger into Endeavor’s hero career and rocking the foundations of hero society as we know it la la la

la la la!!!

OH IS THAT THE END OF THE STORY THEN

almost got confused for a sec. there’s two monologues happening at once here. Endeavor doesn’t even know that his dirty laundry is being aired out nation-wide as we speak ffffff

btw while I appreciate the close-ups of Enji and Shouto here for sure, ngl I would also really love to see everyone else’s reactions right now. SHOW ME BAKUGOU AND THE LOV YOU COWARDS

is his hair actually turning white all of a sudden?? your hair dye just reacts on command??

(ETA: in all seriousness though, the hell kind of hair dye was he using? all he has to do is pour a bottle of that stuff and not even lather it in and it’s just gone just like that?? what the fuck would have have done if it ever rained lmao.

and this motherfucker just goes and leaves the dye remover in afterwards, too. I have never dyed my hair in my life and even I can tell you that’s probably not a good idea, Dabi.)

is this it. is this the legendary Dabi Dance in action. lmfao

oh hey what the fuck

so you figured you’d just murder your innocent younger brother to get revenge on dad, huh. well that’s nice

is that really all there is to the origin story though?? feels like we’re still missing a huge chunk of it. what was it that finally sent him over the edge? or was the trauma of being created as Endeavor’s perfect little hero tool and then being subsequently rejected by him enough on its own? because I’m still kind of confused on the part where he goes from “abused and discarded by his father” to “killed thirty people and was plotting the murder of his own brother” to tell you the truth

(ETA: lmao the initial fandom reaction to this did not disappoint. listen guys. people can be traumatized and shaped by awful circumstances that are completely out of their control, and grow up to be people they wouldn’t have grown up to be if things had been better, and all of that absolutely sucks, but. it doesn’t mean they get a get-out-of-jail-free card for all of their future actions, either! the tragedy of this situation is that terrible things happened to Touya, and he then went on to do terrible things himself. the tragedy of it is that this is exactly how the cycle of abuse keeps repeating itself on and on and on. maybe one of the people Dabi killed had a child who will now grow up traumatized themselves, and potentially go on to pay it forward themselves when they grow up. the tragedy is that the eye-for-an-eye justice that Touya is seeking out won’t actually make anything better in the end. the tragedy is that we understand why Touya is so angry, but that anger has basically warped him into the gleefully sadistic dancing figure we see in this chapter who has stopped caring about anyone else’s pain or suffering and just wants his own revenge.

anyway. basically what I’m trying to say is that it’s possible for the concepts of “Todoroki Touya was an innocent child and a victim of abuse” and “Dabi is a grown-ass motherfucking adult who killed thirty people and PROBABLY NEEDS TO BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR THAT” to coexist lol. like, y’all wanted your moral grey, well HERE YOU GO lmao, eat up.)

lol but LOOK AT THAT BOY DANCE HIS LITTLE HEART OUT though

Todoroki Touya confirmed not a fan of the Endeavor redemption arc huh. well we all saw this coming lols

anyways here’s a sexy Touya for y’all

you really are the most theatrical bitch I s2g lmao

also for real though, what is happening with his hair? anime team in shambles here. they’re probably just gonna double down and keep it red. too bad though cuz this is a surprisingly good look on him

SO MANY CLOSE-UPS OF THE TODOROKI FACES

friendly reminder that Dabi without a doubt REHEARSED this speech like a thousand fucking times. LET US FALL TOGETHER!! COME DANCE WITH YOUR SON IN HELL. apparently if you fake your own death in middle school you will never mentally age past that point and will remain a permanent chuuni

OH LMAO THAT’S THE END

we really just gonna end on “DANCE WITH YOUR SON IN HELL”, huh. very well then. you know what song to play, Horikoshi. one, two... YOU ARE MY DAD. YOU’RE MY DAD!! BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE