#THIS GOT OVER 2K LIKES ON MY TIKTOK

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Found A Clip Of Alex Brightman on The Shark Is broken !! 🦈

[blondieeu]

like you. ejirou k.

kirishima who’s definitely one of your biggest supporters, considering you’re a influencer.

whenever you get pretty to make your tiktok’s or before you go out to events, all putting whatever the hell that is on your eyelids in the mirror in front of your bed— best believe he’s sitting right on the corner, pulling your ass between his legs and humming.

“you look good baby”

he muttered, not protesting you as you shuffled from the spot between his legs and stood in your pretty heels he bought for you. you put a piece of gum in your mouth and running your fingers one last time through your hair.

“thank you”

“mm”

he’s got his hands all over you, gliding from your ass to your hips, worshiping them. he settled his hands on your abdomen and pulled you a little closer to you.

“hurry and come back so i can take that off you”

based on my boyfriend in real life! + tysm for 2k!!

blondieeu xx

[thisismeracing]

Not quite love | CL16

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― Pairing: charles leclerc x friend!reader (she/her) ― Warning: mentions of alcohol and food; friends to lovers; angst; unrequited love; not been proofread yet; 2k words. ― Summary: When you get romantically involved with your best friend you were not expecting a marriage proposal, but simply a commitment. You were sure that what you had wasn’t quite love, though it could be and maybe that’s what hurt the most. The fact that you had everything to be each other’s end game, but turned out to be strangers. 

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You and Charles had everything to be the perfect couple.

To have the perfect story.

A book-worthy one.

You were long-time friends.

Though your family wasn’t very fond of him, his family loved you, and that was enough. Over half of your friends in common hinted about you guys getting together. The dynamic was this good from the outside, and so was the tension whenever you were together. 

You would share desserts, dance with each other, sleep in the same bed after friends get together –nothing sexual ever happened, and maybe that’s the reason why it was so intimate and ground to tension flourish. It was beyond the physical. At least for you. 

It all took a turn when you finally moved to Monaco to study and work.

*****

“Don’t cry, chérrie,” he cooed, lips finding a few droplets of tears and cutting short their path on your cheeks. You turned your head in his direction, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of his warm skin against yours, seeking the solace of it. 

The Monegasque read the way your body leaned in, the way your face felt hotter against his lips, and he lined his breathing with yours giving you enough time to pull back, but you didn’t. In fact, you broke the barrier of space between you two, pressing your lips in a feverish kiss. Charles answered in a second, gripping your waist and bringing you impossibly closer. His tongue was demanding, and his body against yours felt different than the other times. More intimate. 

“Fucking finally,” you could almost hear your friends with their hands up to the heavens, so you chuckled, ultimately breaking the kiss. Charles grinned.

“If I knew this is all it would take for you to smile I would have greeted you with a kiss,” his teasing earned a giggle from you.

*****

[...] At the end of the day Charles would sleep at your place –or you at his– at least once a week. You would still share movie nights like when you were just friends. He would still send you funny TikTok he watched, and you were still telling him about all the books you read. 

Those were things boyfriends and girlfriends did, you knew that, nevertheless, you wanted to believe that he was planning something. Or that maybe he already saw you that way. Maybe he was afraid of the constant travel and the pressure of his career and media. Maybe he was trying to protect you from the fans. 

Charles never voiced any of this. Never sat down to talk about it, and you didn’t ask. Not until you graduated and got a job proposal in America. It wasn’t France, Germany, or Sweden, places you knew would be easier to gravitate to Monaco when the schedule let you. It was oceans apart, but it also felt like an opportunity to compromise, to keep your –hopefully official- relationship going. 

The thing is, life is unpredictable. You can’t guess what someone is feeling or how they will react. Your mom would always tell you that the heart is unknown ground – a place nobody will ever explore in its plenitude. You only get in the rooms the other allows, and even then inside there are tons of places that not even the owners visited. 

To know yourself is hard, and to know the other is even harder.

You didn’t know Charles.

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[katsu28]

hi Kait! congrats!! ☕️ "Why are you mad?” “I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.” with bradley bradshaw please!! ily

thank you! this is unbelievably late so i apologize but you know what the french say! soo la voo, or whatever (that's from tiktok, french tumblr girlies (gn) pls don't come for me)

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x roommate!reader (2k)

“I had a really nice time tonight, Jake.” 

“Yeah?” Jake smiled, letting your joined hands swing between the two of you as he walked you to your front door. “Me too.” 

“We should do this again sometime.” Was it too bold of you, asking for a second date when you were only moments away from the end of your first? Probably. But Jake was nice and charming and made you feel special all night. 

“Can I kiss you right now?” 

Your smile grew even bigger at his words. Of course you wanted this very sweet, very handsome man to kiss you. You were hoping he’d do it this whole night. “Please.” 

Jake slid a hand around the back of your neck, bringing you closer and closer until your lips connected. The kiss was everything you’d hoped it would be, but before either of you could deepen it, you faintly heard the sound of the locks unlatching from inside your apartment. Before you could warn Jake, the door swung open with a gust of wind. 

“Well hello there, you crazy kids!” 

You fought the urge to scream at your roommate’s smug as shit voice, pulling away from Jake with what you hoped was an extremely venomous glare aimed at Bradley. The smile on his face matched his tone of voice, shit eating and absolutely enjoying it. 

“Rooster.” Jake nodded awkwardly. He stepped back like he’d just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, rubbing at the back of his neck. He avoided Bradley’s gaze, looking to you for any ounce of comfort you could provide, but there was little you could do when Bradley got like this. 

You’d been living with Bradley Bradshaw coming up on a year now, and for the most part it had been smooth sailing. He was a great roommate and tidy to a fault, always keeping his space neat and the shared space even neater. You probably had the Navy to thank for that. In addition to that Navy instilled tidiness, as a person he was kind and funny and a little bit of a dork, but you loved that about him. 

Something you didn’t quite love about him, however, was the way he acted whenever you went on dates. 

You couldn’t even really call it jealousy because you’d never been together—not that you hadn’t thought of it occasionally. With someone as perfect of a person as Bradley, the thought was bound to cross your mind sometime. It wasn’t quite territorial, but definitely more than him just looking out for you. 

“Hangman.” Bradley responded coolly. He mirrored Jake’s crossed arms, leaning against the door frame. “Getting back a little late, aren’t we?” 

“Shut up.” You said, words a near hiss through a tight smile. You turned back to Jake, splaying a hand across his chest. “Ignore him.” 

“He can’t ignore me, he’s standing on my doorstep.” 

“Bradley, I swear to god—” 

Jake patted your hand, giving it a squeeze before stepping away. “No it’s fine, I can take a hint. I’ll be on my way.” 

“Okay.” You sighed, trying hard not to sound too defeated. “Text me when you get home?” Jake nodded, but judging by how quickly he walked back to his car, it was safe to say there would be no second date. You stormed into the apartment without waiting for Jake to drive away, shouldering past a madly grinning Bradley with a frustrated huff. 

“You’re an asshole, Bradshaw.” You scowled, throwing your sweater at him. He dodged it easily, tossing it across the back of the couch with a snort. 

“I don’t like him!” 

“He’s from your squadron. He’s your friend.” You deadpanned, raising a brow. “You’re the one who introduced us to each other, and now you don’t like him?” 

“I don’t like him for you.” He corrected himself, crossing his arms over his chest. “He used to be a playboy, you know that, right? I don’t want him playing with your feelings!” 

You whirled around on your heel, fixing him to the spot with a glare. “Then why did you set me up with him?” 

Bradley’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, like he was searching for any excuse to answer your question. He could say he just wanted to help. He could say a whole lot of completely bullshit things, anything but the real reason. Bradley couldn’t give an honest answer to your question, not without exposing his own feelings for you. So he just shrugged, letting his hands slap against his thighs helplessly. 

“Don’t act like you did me any favors, Bradley. I don’t know what you have to gain from messing with my love life, but however funny you think you are, you’re not. So just stop it, please.” 

“Y/N, I—” 

“I’m gonna head to bed. See you in the morning.” 

You left him behind at that, hurrying to your bedroom before he could get in another word. 

-------

Bradley’s knuckles rapped against your door, echoing through the empty hall.

He wasn’t used to you being upset with him (not that he didn’t deserve it this time, because he definitely did). There was usually some sort of noise coming from your room, whether it was music or the show you were binging, or even just you having a conversation with yourself in the confines of your own space. Things that annoyed him a little at first, but soon grew to love about you. 

The silence right now felt weird. Foreign. Just another sign that he’d massively fucked up. 

“Hey. It’s me.” No answer. He knocked again, a little more insistent this time. “I’m sorry for being a dick.” Still no answer. “C’mon, Y/N. I hate it when we fight. And I really am sorry. Feel free to open the door and kick me in the nuts or something.” 

The door swung open with a creak, and Bradley squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation for a foot to the nether regions that thankfully never came. He cracked one eye open to see you retreating over to your bed. 

You’d changed into your pajamas in the time that it took him to formulate an apology in his head. Showered too, judging by the whiff of your citrusy shampoo he got when he came to settle at the edge of your mattress. 

“Thanks. For not actually kicking me in the nuts.” 

“I was thinking about it.” 

“I deserve it.” 

“You do. You were petty earlier, Bradley. Kinda mean too.” 

He bobbed his head quickly, agreeing. “I was. And I’m sorry.” 

“You set me up with Jake only to sabotage any chance of a relationship with him. And you can’t even tell me why.” 

“It doesn’t matter why.” Bradley blurted. He cleared his throat, composing himself despite the disbelieving look you threw his way. “I know it was wrong of me to do what I did, but Hangman wasn’t right for you.” 

“That’s none of your business though!” You said shrilly, rising from your seat with anger. You all but stormed across the room, putting enough distance between Bradley and yourself so you wouldn’t feel tempted to strangle him. He was being impossible and way out of line. “My love life—who I date, who I like, it’s none of your business!”

Bradley was growing angry too, but not at you. At himself, for letting his feelings for you get to this point. “It is! It is my business when I know there’s someone better out there for you. Someone who understands you and supports you and loves you—who would never even think about treating you like anything less than the amazing person you are.” 

“You’re not making any sense. Why do you even care so much?” 

“Of course I care! I care about you, Y/N, you know that!” 

“I know you do, but that’s not—” You let out a frustrated huff. “Why are you so mad?” You exclaimed, genuinely exasperated at the way he was acting. 

“I’m not mad.” Bradley scoffed. “I just think you can choose better people to kiss.” 

“Like who, Bradley? Who’s this someone better you keep talking about?” 

“Me.” He said simply. It was blunt—maybe a little too much so, but maybe it was necessary. Dancing around the fact hadn’t done any good, so maybe this unexpected approach would give a different result. A better one. 

All your anger dissipated in a flash, replaced with hurt. He had to be kidding. This had to be some sort of fucked up joke, because there was no way Bradley Bradshaw had feelings for you. Not in the same way you felt about him. “Bradley, that’s not funny.” 

“I’m not trying to be.” He insisted, shaking his head. “I mean it. I saw you from the side window, him walking you up to the step, and when I saw him kiss you, I just—there was this feeling…like I’d been kicked in the chest. And when I see you, every morning, every night, every day, I feel like I—” 

“Stop.” You whispered, barely audible. Bradley’s voice died mid-sentence, brows knitting together at the sight of your seemingly pained expression. “What are you doing? What do you want from me, Bradley?” 

“I want you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. All I still want.” 

You didn’t reply for a scarily long time, and when you did, your voice shook. “If you cared about me like you say you do, you wouldn’t have done what you did earlier.” 

Bradley’s stomach dropped, tendrils of guilt creeping their way up the back of his neck like vines. He hadn’t even thought of it that way. He’d been so preoccupied with his feelings, he hadn’t even stopped to consider yours. From your perspective, Bradley was doing this all out of spite. (Which wasn’t at all true, but things weren’t looking too good for him.)

“It was stupid. A mistake, I know. One I’ll try my damndest to amend.” He insisted, reaching out with a reassuring hand on top of yours.

The moment his hand touched you, you stiffened. Didn’t pull away, didn’t retreat like you’d been burned, but it had the same effect. Oh, he’d definitely fucked up. You’d never reacted to him like that before, never had any reason to. Now you did, and the reason for it was entirely his own doing. 

“I think you should leave.” 

“...The apartment?” 

Your shoulders crept up to your ears, dropping in a haphazard shrug. “No. I don’t know, just—let me be alone right now?” 

He murmured out a soft okay, rising from his seat. He knew when to leave things be. Or he did now, at least. 

What he really wanted to do was to reach out as he passed you, to hold your hand or brush along your cheek or something, anything, to make you understand that he hadn’t told you to hurt you. But he didn’t, because he knew it would only make things worse. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen, I—yeah, I’m just…sorry.” 

You didn’t respond, just kept your eyes trained on your socked feet like they were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. It made his guilt grow a thousandfold. He lingered at the threshold of the room a moment, hoping you’d garner one last glance at him and see just how sorry he was. 

You didn’t. 

Bradley let the door click shut behind him on his way out. He let out the biggest, heaving sigh, letting his head tip down towards his chest, because seriously, he was such an asshole.

He’d never been good at the whole “talking about his feelings” thing, and it was clearly showing, bleeding into his words and actions as if it were some sort of excuse for him to be acting the way he did. 

He hated how it made you feel like he was trying to sabotage your love life. It had never been his intention, but intentions didn’t matter in this situation.

How could he even begin to try and make this better? Would you even let him have the chance? 

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Weekly Recap | February 26th-March 3rd 2024

8 days!!!!! Only 8 days left!!!! Until then enjoy these fics!!

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doin' something unholy by BekkaChaos/ @bekkachaos (PWP, TikTok, Getting Together | 7K | Explicit): Eddie makes a tiktok account so he can monitor Chris' activity on the app, and he stumbles across Buck’s profile. It’s a lot of silly trends, a couple with Chris (previously Eddie approved), but when he scrolls to the newest video it’s one of those transition thirst traps and oh yeah, Eddie’s been sucked in, hard.

it’s the tapping on the kitchen’s floor by gayedmundodiaz (rose_megan)/ @gayedmundodiaz (Friends to Fiances | 1K | General): Eddie takes a shortcut to 'engaged' thanks to some stress and little bit of pining.

This Is No Hallmark Movie by gayedmundodiaz (rose_megan)/ @gayedmundodiaz (Hurt Buck, Getting Together | 4K | Teen): Buck's impromptu trip to the ICU has Eddie crash-landing into the realization that he's deeply, madly in love with his best friend.

You Are The One by gayedmundodiaz (rose_megan)/ @gayedmundodiaz (Getting Together | 3K | Teen): Eddie finds a drawing of Christopher's from school that sends his feelings careening off a cliff

cause you make life easy by gayedmundodiaz (rose_megan)/ @gayedmundodiaz (PWP, First Time | 2K | Explicit): Eddie and Buck are in love, and it’s so, so easy.

got love-struck, went straight to my head by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (Future Fic, Established Buddie, Amnesia | 17K | Teen): The morning of their wedding day, Buck wakes up with amnesia.

too many heartbeats for one ribcage by lamardeuse/ @lamardeuse (Sexuality Crisis, Getting Together | 8K | Mature): Eddie's not queer.

Baby, I'm Never Gonna Leave You by I_still_dont_understand_13 (BTHBingo: Distress Call, Post-S6 | 12K | Mature): "Um... You remember that bracelet I bought Taylor?" Buck asked. Unfortunately, Eddie did. That Christmas was memorable... for all the wrong reasons. "Yeah. Why?" "It's been set off," he said, tilting his head like a confused puppy.

🔥 Ace of Hearts by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (Post-S6, Getting Together | 9K | Teen): "I've been wondering…" Maddie pauses, watches Buck make a face like he's bracing to be smacked. "What happened with Eddie? You two were dancing around it for so long, and then… what, it just didn't work out? Was the date really that bad?" She's expecting another wince, or even for him to duck out of the conversation entirely, but instead Buck is staring at her like she's grown a second head. "Maddie. I've never been on a date with Eddie." Or: the poker game was a date. It takes Buck a while to catch on, though.

🔥 I'm comin' back, don't let me go by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Post-S6, Angst | 7K | General): Buck's post-lightning breakdown takes him on a drive through the country, fighting not to give into his dark thoughts - a phone call from Eddie might be all he needs to lead him back home.

We Were Never Meant To Be Someone's Secret by DeadlyChildArtemis / @aroeddiediaz (Madney Wedding, Secret Relationship | 3K | Explicit): Buck and Eddie have been trying to keep their new relationship secret until after Maddie and Chimney's wedding, but strange events keep conspiring to expose them before they're ready. The final straw is when they discover their hotel room at the venue only has one bed...

he speaks the languages of love by glorious_spoon (PWP, Established Buddie, Phone Sex | 4K | Explicit): "Buck. It's been almost two weeks since I've been able to get my hands on you. I'm going out of my mind. Yeah, I want you to tell me how you thought about bending me over the weight bench when I critiqued your gym selfies, or whatever." Or: while Eddie is out of town, he and Buck revisit an old fantasy of Buck's.

you were never meant to carry it on your own by artificalsirens/ @fortheloveofbuddie (Established Buddie, Hurt Buck, Smut | 5K | Explicit): During sex, Buck has a bad chronic pain flare up but wants to continue. Eddie stops him and takes care of him.

🔥 when you know, you know by asteriasera/ @asteriasera (Post-S6, Friends To Fiances | 11K | General): “How did you know you and Karen were ready to get married?” Hen blinks, clearly taken aback by the question. “I didn’t know you and Natalia were so serious.” “We’re not,” he blurts out, face red. “I’m not– I don’t even have a ring, and we haven’t really talked about it, but I was just curious. I mean, you should know since you two got married like, twice, right?” “That’s true.” Hen hums, then huffs out a laugh just the right amount of soft for this sweet pre-dawn moment. “As cheesy as it sounds, I guess that when you know, you know.” OR: After eight months of dating, Natalia begins dropping hints for their future together and Buck begins to question if this is what he really wants. One day later, a proposal is made in a kitchen over tiramisu

i'm thinking we should cross the line by chromatophorica/ @chromatophorica (Canon Divergent, Post-S2, Not Firefighter Buck | 12K | Teen): Following the ladder truck bombing, Buck can't return to firefighting, having to find new passions while maintaining his bonds with the 118. Enter Eddie Diaz, his replacement, and May's scheming takes hold. But that's fine; two can play that game.

i found love where it wasn't supposed to be by chromatophorica/ @chromatophorica (Season 2, Buck&Bobby | 12K | Teen): It’s not until the earthquake that Eddie figures it out. He’d be the same if Chris was there; probably a little more overbearing, but Chris is only seven, so he figures that’d be why. But it makes sense, how focused on Buck that Nash is right then, the similar frantic energy that Buck’s got focusing on the Captain. He’s a little surprised that the LAFD allow a father and son pair to work together OR: Eddie makes some assumptions when he joins the 118, he'd like the record to show he's not entirely wrong.

we can find shelter and peace by chromatophorica / @chromatophorica (Post-S2, 3K | Teen): Following Eddie's graduation from probie to firefighter, the gang talk about their graduations... Until they get to Buck.

like the peel clings to the pomegranate by fallingthorns/ @fallingthorns (Post-S6E10: In A Flash, Getting Together | 3K | Teen): Or, Buck recovers and doesn't quite realize what he means to others.

hey now, hey now by fallingthorns/ @fallingthorns (Canon Divergent, Post-S5E10: Wrapped In Red | 10K | Teen): Or, after returning to the 118, Eddie becomes a full-time paramedic and Ravi becomes Buck's partner. Eddie absolutely doesn't feel anything about that, not at all.

happy at home by fallingthorns/ @fallingthorns (Post-S5, Getting Together | 6K | Teen): Or, the one where Eddie sees Buck with a small kitten, realizes he’s in love, and spontaneously combusts, but not necessarily in that order.

we made it (knew that we would be alright) by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (S7 Spec, Buck&Maddie | <1K | General): Maddie asks Buck to walk her down the aisle.

this lovesick thing by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Post-S6, Getting Together | 4K | Teen): or, buck is buck: best friend, klutz, star of eddie’s every lovesick daydream. which is to say, things are the same, except maybe what eddie’s willing to ask for

Fractals from the Lightning Bolt by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (One Shots Collection | 52/54 | 95K | Not Rated): A collection of oneshots, some originally posted on tumblr. Each chapter is individually rated.

50. Happy Holidays to the Clown Car (Christmas | Teen) 51. Maybe We're All Sluts Here (PWP | Explicit)

My Worried Mind That You Quiet by giselleslash (Christopher POV, Getting Together | 3K | General): or, Buck and Eddie through Christopher's eyes.

send a flare up in the dark (and i'll come find you) by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (Post-S6, Getting Together | 7K | Teen): Buck and Natalia are hanging out at a bar, with Natalia watching in amusement as Buck pines. She gets distracted when Lucy shows up so Buck starts drunk texting Eddie and eventually Eddie comes to get Buck, but not before Buck accidentally confesses his feelings not realizing that Eddie is there. Did Buck just fuck up or do they both get everything they've ever wanted?

you are so gorgeous it makes me so mad by bellabrady (Post-S6, Getting Together | 5K | Not Rated): Or: Eddie is annoyed with Buck for being so very kissable but his drunk self isn't the best at phrasing things.

what to do when evan buckley breaks into your house at 3:17 in the morning by oklahoma/ @sunshinediaz (Getting Together | 3K | Teen): After a night out drinking with Maddie, Buck (kind of) breaks in to Eddie’s house.

Orange Peels & Coffee by bibuckleyforever/ @bibuckleyforever (Post-S6, Getting Together | 2K | General): Eddie finds out about the Orange Peel Theory and it leads to some important realizations.

some of it's just transcendental by fallingthorns/ @fallingthorns (Accidental Kissing, Getting Together | 2K | Teen): Buck smiles as Eddie leans in and presses a soft kiss to his lips, and Buck feels himself grinning further against his mouth and kissing back before Eddie pulls away, too soon and with that same soft smile on his lips. He eases the bags fully out of Buck’s arms and turns to head into the kitchen, and Buck watches him go with such a fond smile that he feels like he’s going to explode. And then he freezes and stares at Eddie’s retreating form, his heart constricting in his chest as his brain struggles to catch up with the events of the last twenty seconds. Because kissing? Is not something they have ever done before.

that green light, i want it by asteriasera / @asteriasera (Post-S6, One Night Stand, Getting Together | 11K | Mature): Buck and Eddie hook up after Maddie and Chim’s wedding, then spend an inordinate amount of time not talking about what it means until the universe decides to intervene.

WIP

i got a bad desire, i'm on fire by diazbegins/ @evanbegins (PWP, Pet Play | 1/2 | 8K | Explicit): Or: Eddie finds that he wants Buck to treat him like a kitty. Buck can make that work.

if i need to rearrange my particles — i will for you. by dylaesthetics (Post-S6, Identity Porn | 6/11 | 22K | Teen): OR Buck joins a support app for first responders and matches with a firefighter who has PTSD and a kid who likes giraffes, apparently.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, S7 Spec | 120/? | 362K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 4/18 | 25K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

🔥 because we'll all arrive in heaven alive by callmenewbie/ @puppyboybuckley (Post-S6, Disaster Fic | 7/9 | 51K | Explicit): During a search and rescue, Eddie disappears without a trace, leaving Buck to grapple with the sudden possibility of a life without him.

[tamayakii]

Simonrileyscockring aka Maxim is a liar and claims frogchiro stole their ideas. Here's proof he lied.

@simonrileyscockring Now since you dont wanna acknowledge me or my post calling you out, i decided to make it its own post so more people can see it. I don't like liars. i don't like virtue signalers "dni proshippers" we interacted tons of times, i sent you asks, my own art, we talked in dms, i even checked on you when i worried about you and now you're worried about "proshippers" and realize the term i identify with, which means "anti-harassment, respecting peoples fictional preferences" and not whatever tiktok-brained bullshit you think it is? So convenient you say that AFTER i send you an ask asking if you were gonna acknowledge what the hell you did. edits: the only edits i did was "@/" Konigsblog cause they said they apologized and acknowledged what they did, whether or not the apology is accepted is not up to me.

original call out below: you absolute dunce. i LOVED your writing before but the drama on your page, responding to hate anons rather than just deleting their asks drove me off. I have so many words for you

EVERYONE can see your personal posts, they just don't LIKE them cause who the fuck wants to like a post that's a vent post? it feels wrong, people see it and choose not to react, people see you vagueing about someone stealing "your" concepts (which theyve written BEFORE cod fandom erupted on tumblr and aka before YOUR popularity) they'll want to know  cause stealing writing is very serious!! but oh wait!!! they didn't steal shit!!! They never wrote about a teenager, which btw when you say all this shit and show no proof it fucking sucks!! cause people are so tiktok-brained that they will believe anything!

Because you decided to pull a fuckin mean girl move with @/konigsblog you ruined someone's love for writing and this fandom. "no one got harmed" my fucking ass. You as a writer should know that motivation comes and goes, and that hyperfixtations can be the closest thing to people. So rather than acting like a fucking man, you vague and claim they wrote about a minor as well, btw heres the teenager you claim is well, a teenager

Scaramouche is a puppet made by Raiden Ei, over 500 years ago to the current time in genshin impact. When Raiden Ei's sister had passed and she wanted to make a puppet to be the archon but she left him in a slumbering state, free from her own control cause he came to life crying which puppets aren't supposed to do. He woke up and thought she abandoned him, then OVER 5 HUNDRED YEARS AND THREE BETRYALS LATER. The fandom baby-fies him admittedly, but he's not obsessed with his mother nor does he have a teenager mentality. He's a bitter and aloof character, only getting mad when his creation or betrayals are brought up,



"a teenager physqiue" Okay lets challenge that, In the game this model is called Short_Male, it been used for Cyno, Tighnari, Kazuha, Xiao, Albedo, Mika, Chongyun, Bennet, Xingqiu, Heizou, Gorou, Venti, Razor, and even the male traveller.(I'm gonna use basic terms since you obviously never played the game if you think he's child like) Cyno is basically an officer in the game for the Akademiya, aka an adult. Tighnari is basically like a forest ranger, an adult. Kazuha sails around the sea while being a poet AND a sword expert because of his family line, becoming an expert swordsman takes YEARS even in real life, he's an adult. Xiao is over 5,000 years old and a "deputy" for an Archon. Albedo is a synthetic experiment human made 500 years ago from the current timeline in the game. Heizou is also a cop, an adult. Gorou is a fucking ADMIRAL, an adult. VENTI is literally over 2k years old. an adult. The traveller is AT LEAST over a thousand years old, cause the traveller that you choose slumbers for 500 years.

The rest are hinted to be late teenagers or early twenties depending on who you ask.

I even took pictures of these models in-game compared to a Tall_Male model!

Here's scaramouche, compared to Diluc and Tighnari! who aren't children! Now let's see an actual model of CONFIRMED children, why don't we?

here we have klee, who despite being something like 50 or 75 years old, is still mentally a child!! So she has the child model since she is still physically growing up, unlike Scaramouche AND Albedo.

Scaramouche isn't a child. he doesn't have child-like features. He's not obsessed with his mother, cause he does not have one cause motherfucker is a 500-year-old puppet, he's mentally an adult, physically an adult that was prepared for archon duties.

Sorry, i droned on about this for so long but i just fuckkking hate it when people are wrong. So blindly like you are,

here's proof that you said that, incase you go on a deleting frenzy.

Now let's talk about the point system, point systems are so widespread in real life and in fiction, even i used a point system once before. So to see it, in a COMPETITION(cause they are in the pervy AU) between men isn't weird to see. If you genuinely had a problem with this, Kin would've LOVED to talk it out with you as they're lovely and understanding human being.

the stray cat au? i even remember reading about it on both of your blogs but heres the thing.... the last time they wrote about it was in October.. of last year.

i had to search your blog just in case i was wrong in thinking they wrote it before you did.

as you can see, this is march of this YEAR. checking your archive, you made your blog back in February of this year. To claim they stole your concept of stray cat is beyond fucking insane, as well as bringing up the post with scaramouche in it cause.. that was over at least 10 months ago, cause Kin had went on a hiatus when December came around and came back with a COD hyperfixtation.

Onto the stealing the hubull concept! Searching their blog I can't find any evidence of them even writing a bull-like idea, at all. So you seemed to pull that one straight out of your ass.

So let's go over this real quick! one more time for the people in the back!!!

@simonrileyscockring made a post vagueing that someone stole their concepts and ideas, @/konigsblog replies below asking, hey who is it? maxim responds saying its @frogchiro and claiming that they wrote about a teenager and stole their point system for an au. Publicly. Instead of going to Frogchiro and trying to work it out, like a 23-year-old should. You keep drilling on about it, claiming that people trying to defend them are being your entertainment now

sure some people shouldn't have come in attacking you, i won't defend people who throw cruel words at you. You can claim this to be an attack but all i'm doing is calling you out, cause as you claim "it doesn't affect the way you live your life" you let it go and ruin someone else's way of life, destroying their love for fandom and writing. As a writer yourself that ive SEEN struggle with motivation AND hate anons, you of ALL people should fucking understand that getting your love for writing ruined is a terrible thing to happen especially when its an outlet for stress.

"i wanna talk shit in peace, not have my shit gossiped about." .. that is noooot how the internet works OR how shit-talking works, as the biggest shit-talker in MY family, i understand that when i talk shit, there's another person behind me talking shit. When YOU post vagueing about someone, and then continue talking about them, people will gossip about you. End of story. You should've blocked them in the first place, you also should've messaged Kongisblog PRIVATELY if you really wanted to avoid all of them. The only screenshots that i know that kin was sent, were you confirming that they "stole" your ideas and that they wrote about a teenager. How can they refute your claims without knowing what your claims are. They had to defend themselves from people in their inbox.

So, really in the end here, you fucked up. As a previous fan of your im highly disappointed in you but seeing how you act i doubt that will affect you, i make this post-DEFENDING frogchiro from pointless claims, AND in hopes that anyone who wants to follow you. Will find this post cause you are a fucking asshole to the core. Step back and realize that while it may not affect you, your actions affect others.

[jeosey]

jendo fic ft. nico rosberg drabble fic i been cooking days before :p might make a part 2 if i have enough creative juices (adhd mind shift thru multitude of ships)

(i got inspired by the suits edit at tiktok and ofc jendo fics in ao3 ily!!! 🥹) plz enjoy this 2k words random thots!!!

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Jenson leaned against the wall, a relaxed smile on his face as he watched the younger drivers—his mind drifting to one in particular.

Lando was chatting animatedly with some engineers nearby, his laughter infectious, and Jenson couldn’t help but admire the way the young driver carried himself, full of energy and life.

"Isn’t he a little young for you?"

Nico quipped, breaking Jenson’s trance. The teasing glint in Nico’s eyes made Jenson’s stomach twist.

"Last night he told me I was the perfect age," Jenson replied, a playful glint in his eye, trying to sound nonchalant, but a hint of defensiveness crept into his voice.

Nico snorted, crossing his arms. "Perfect age to be his father, maybe."

Jenson rolled his eyes, but a faint blush crept up his neck. “When are you going to understand, they all want a daddy, Nico.”

Nico rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of curiosity in his gaze, shaking his head.

“You’re really leaning into this, aren’t you?”

“Leaning into what?” Jenson defended, but the heat in his cheeks betrayed him.

The truth was, he felt a bit like a pervert for being so drawn to Lando, for enjoying the way the younger man looked at him with those bright, eager eyes. But Lando seemed to revel in Jenson’s more sleezy daring side, the way he could command attention and push boundaries.

“Oh, come on,” Nico said, nudging Jenson playfully. “You know you’re a bit of a slag. And he’s eating it up.”

Jenson shot Nico a warning glance, but a smug sleezy grin broke through.

“He’s into it, alright? It’s a bit of banter—he knows how to push my buttons, and I love giving it back. It’s all part of the thrill.”

Nico watched him with an amused expression. “I have nevee seen you like this, even before your past relationships. Just be careful, Jenson. You don’t want to cross a line you can’t uncross.”

But Jenson wasn’t worried about crossing lines—he was worried about the shame that sometimes washed over him when he thought about what they had.

A knot of insecurity twisted in Jenson’s stomach as he reflected on his own fading relevance, the years of racing behind him replaced with interviews and dreaded commentaries of races beside Danica Patrick. He couldn’t shake the fear that he wasn’t enough—that Lando, with his striking looks and effortless charm, would one day turn his back on Jenson for a younger, fitter driver who could still steal the spotlight.

The thought gnawed at him, a constant reminder of the gap between them, leaving Jenson to wonder if he could ever truly hold onto someone so vibrant and alive.

[ophernelia]

do you have any tips on building an audience?? which platform is the best to build on because i get views on one platform and then i dont get any engagement on another

Honestly, it depends on what your "main" platform is and what kind of content you make. Like what socials are you using to boost your core one. My core is YouTube.

I started off on Tik Tok. For a while, it was my largest platform but that following didn't translate well elsewhere. Like I'd have 1k on tiktok, but only 100 subs on YouTube and 100 followers on Tumblr. However, it was a lot better than Pinterest and Twitter. My Pinterest grew from my Tik Tok and Pinterest's algorithm, but that didn't translate well to YouTube and didn't do anything crazy for Tumblr. BUT I also didn't put much focus into it. You can get crazy numbers on there. When I had Twitter, I got a lot of engagement on there but for as much exposure as I got it didn't translate well to YouTube, Tumblr, or Tik Tok. Especially not growth that lasted. You'd get big bursts on occasion, but it's really a shot in the dark. A lot of my audience came from Tumblr. I found that for me in particular, that this is the audience that sticks. I get constant growth from here and an occasional big boost too. From my Tumblr people migrate to my YouTube. It's where I've gotten the most consistent and lasting growth. The translation still isn't equal though. I have about 9k on here, 1k subs on YouTube, and about 800 on Patreon.

Based on my experience I'd say the worst would be Twitter. You could have 2k followers on there, but it wouldn't mean much. Especially with the amount of bots on there and fake accounts. And the boosts suck once that high is over. You can find some steady growth from Tik Tok, but from what I've heard it's been pretty slow as of lately. Also depending on where you're from the tik tok ban is still looming overhead, so it may not be sustainable. The best I would say is Pinterest and Tumblr. I think pinterest is a good move for any niche. If you're going the storytelling route, esp with no audio, then tumblr is your girl.

[ma-lark-ey]

I feel like challenging GOD so in my first ever read of Harry Potter I will be listing all of my headcanons in one big master post and sending it into the void space of tumblr thank you goodbye. I have no concept over which of these are hottakes, which of these are widely accepted, and which of them are just me being batshit crazy because as I write this I have never once looked at the Harry Potter fandom proper and my only knowledge of it is My Immortal and the fact that TikTok thinks Harry's dad and Sirius' little brother should makeout. 1. Ron Weasley is autistic.

2. Neville Longbottom is half-Korean on his mother's side, and also probably wears goofy little frog overalls.

3. Ron is tall, Harry is Short

4. Harry's scar is smattered across his face like a lightning storm and not just one little bolt, that's pussy shit. Make that shit dramatic

5. Ron and Luna probably had a fling at one point. Autism for autism

6. No way this isn't fanon, but Luna Lovegood is autistic.

7. Ginny Weasley is the HOTTEST bitch in Hogwarts and she is AWARE.

8. In Goblet of Fire the entire little Ron and Harry arc happening there was that they had a summer fling and then broke up when Ron had his little pissboy arc and they were both babies about it and then went back to having their regularly scheduled bromance thank you goodnight

9. Harry is actually dating a new person each book, no matter how short-lived it is. Why? Comedy. It's FUNNY.

10. I think Harry and Ginny have a shotgun wedding at like, nineteen.

11. All I know is that in my brief dive into AO3 (re: I looked up this exact tag out of morbid curiosity of it was A Thing), Sirius/Snape were apparently one of the smallest ships with like only 2k fics which is wild to me, because that enemies to lovers??? Thought bitches would eat that shit up. I don't ship it, but it still was wild.

12. Sirius and Remus are in love. (post mortum: I have now dived just slightly in the fic of Harry Potter and realize this is widely accepted fanon.)

13. Hermione wears fun frilly dresses outside of school and actually really loves dressing up and being girly fuck this 'not like other girls' agenda going on with her. Put her in a pretty dress and let her frolic in a field with flowers.

14. Luna is a seer. She goes on to teach divination

15. I was gonna say something about in my little noggin Ginny raised her and Harry's kid as a single mom or whatever and it's a fic I'm gonna work on and also his name is Remus Weasley and he's a Slytherin but APPARENTLY that's just the entire plot of the Cursed Child as my HP special interest having bestie informed me. I just added in a Gryffindor pretty boy for my Slytherin Potter boy to make out with when JKR was too much of a coward to make him gay.

16. RON SHOULD HAVE BEEN IN HUFFLEPUFF.

17. Cedric Diggory lived a very long and happy life and had a lovely spouse - guy who got really attached to this dorky little dude, knowing full well how he died.

18. It takes Harry at LEAST two marriages to women to realize he's gay. The egg takes a very long time to crack.

19. Ron is straight. He's just. He's got such bi wife energy.

20. Ginny Weasley is a raging bisexual, and so are the twins, and so is Bill. And Charlie? I know in my soul that's a nonbinary.

21. Luna Lovegood? NOT a lesbian, sorry lesbians. I'm claiming her for the aromantics. That's right. She belongs to us.

22. Fleur Delacour was a lesbian. LESBIAN.

23. Harry and Dudley reconnect in their like, thirties/forties and actually become good friends I think.

24. Harry often does diy piercings in the bathrooms during fifth and sixth year, Luna helps.

25. Fred and Lee Jordan are boyfriends god bless.

26. Out of spite for JKR, here's a list of trans woman in Harry Potter according to ME: Ginny Weasley, McGonagall, Hermione, Luna, Lily Potter (her and James are t4t), Tonks (that bitch is nonbinary transfemme),

27. I will live, breathe, and die by my personal headcannon that Tonks and Remus are comphet and in a lavender marriage but they lovingly coparent their child together and regularly at parties Tonks goes "where's my husband? Oh, he's making out with his boyfriend okay cool." and moves on.

28. Draco Malfoy's patronus is that white ferret Moody Crouch turned him into in book four.

29. In my perfect world James Potter is alive and I love him most than anything, I'm holding him like a wet cat. i literally bought three stag plushes over the month I was reading this series just because I couldn't stop thinking about him.

30. I am ignoring the implications in the epilogue that Harry did not raise Teddy Lupin, because he did, actually. That was the last promise he made to his beloved Remus Lupin and if Deathly Hallows taught us anything it's that Harry Potter keeps a fucking promise <<3

31. Molly and Arthur heavily assisted Harry in his 'I'm gonna raise this god damn orphan to good y'all won't know what hit him. I'm gonna be such a good dad.'

32. I am literally IGNORING all these implications of the Cursed Child. Draco Malfoy is also a banger dad. i think he goes to counseling and sorts out his issues and tries very hard to not put such high expectations on his own kids. I think he tries very hard to undo the damage Lucius did to him, and the bad choices he made in trying to make his parents proud of him. I think he makes sure his kids know better than anything else, that all he wants for them is joy. He wants them to be good, happy people.

33. Just Lovers - Zerrazapriel says that Sirius' patronus is Moony and that's so fucking real and true of that fucking fic and I live by that now.

34. On a similar note, Molly and Arthur have matching patronus'

35. Fuck this 'hermione minister of magic' nonsense that girl is a leftist and would never join politics did jkr forget her own fucking canon of harry and hermione doing their absolute best to fuck the government over for the last half of the series? whatever the fuck. HERMIONE TEACHES CHARMS AT HOGWARTS.

36. I'm sorry I got so heated on that last one. I had thoughts. Anyways, Draco also goes on to become head of Slytherin and teaches DADA.

37. I was so anti-Draco for the entire first five books and then the last two books Happened and so now I'm just holding him so close to my chest. He needs therapy. And i think it takes him until their mid-twenties or so, but I think he does make amends with Harry and the crew and actively tries to come back from the actions of his youth, and obviously the Golden Trio and co are sympathetic because Harry himself in the books clearly could recognize Draco was acting on the instruction of his trusted adults, trusting they knew better than him.

38. this is not a headcanon but the wandlore of Draco having a unicorn hair in his wand and the unicorn hair wizards being the most difficult to turn evil and his wand ultimately being the one to defeat voldemort is sooooooo. He's such a product of grooming and I think about him. I want to study him.

39. YOU KNOW WHAT. what if I said harry trans woman who unpacks her gender after the war is over and has time to contemplate who she is as a person and her and Draco become a very cute and in love little couple in their early thirties??? what then???? (does this fic exist and if it does give me links)

40. I think the funniest mental image ever is if Harry just shows up to a party or whatever with everyone when they're like, 26 with Draco fucking Malfoy in his arm and is like "this is my boyfriend" with no further explanation or nothing and half of the group is like "no yeah this is an expected development" and the other half is like "THE BITCHBOY????" and yeah.

I will most definitely have more Harry Potter thoughts as time goes on but this is all I'll put into the world. Good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight.

[s65ns]

Out of Time - Chapter One.

Out of Time Masterlist

Previous Part: Prologue / Next Part: Six Months

⚠️ TW: Mentions of Cancer ⚠️

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Chapter One: One Year

evelyn's pov.

"Harry," I said. I waited for his gaze to move from the TV to me before continuing, "I really have to get going."

"I heard you and I said okay." he replies.

I sigh shaking my head and remove myself from the couch. Clearly, he wasn't getting the message.

"That means get out."

Harry gasps. A mock look of hurt on his face as he places a hand over his heart.

"Evie...are you kicking me out?" he says, voice wavering to sell his facade.

"Yes, Harry, I am." I said rolling my eyes and heading to my room. I hear the couch springs bounce, signaling that Harry was following me.

It's been three months since Harry and I first met on that fateful September day. I avoided him and his vow to take me on a date as if it were the plague. I responded to his text messages and held conversation when necessary, but whenever he brought up the topic of going out, I would suddenly vanish.

Once a month had gone by and I saw he was still very persistent to take me on a date, I finally caved and said yes. I made sure to make it clear to him that it was just to commemorate our friendship just like he had said in the parking lot. I told him that I wasn't looking for anything romantic because they usually never ended well for me.

"You never know...things could end differently with me." Harry said shooting me a wink before proceeding to take a sip of his wine.

I remember blushing profusely and immediately changed the subject.

We got to learn a good bit about each other that night. I learned that he's a 29-year-old author with three highly acclaimed books—two of which I've read.

When he asked me what I thought of his books, I tried my best to downplay how in love with them I was, but I failed miserably. A slight rosy tint covered his cheeks as I complimented how well-written everything was from the characters to the scenery down to the death of the main character's dog. Everything about his books were beautiful.

"Thank you, thank you. Now enough about me, what about you? What do you do for a living?" he asked.

"Well, my name is Evelyn West. I am 22 years old, and I am an artist. I post some of my work on Instagram and TikTok. They get a decent number of views and likes. Sometimes with the weird algorithm they've got a random video of mine will blow-up and I get a lot of notice, but other than that I would say I'm just a small creator."

Harry nodded along to everything I said.

"I would love to see some of your work, Evelyn." he said with a small smile.

From there, I showed him some of my art and little videos showing how I created them. We went back and forth asking each other questions and sharing some slightly embarrassing moments we've had in our lives.

Fast forward to three months later and Harry and I's relationship is flourishing beautifully.

"Where are you going again?" Harry asks stopping in the doorway of my bedroom.

"I have a follow-up appointment with my oncologist today and I'm about to be late for it because of you." He rolled his eyes as he plopped on my bed.

"Can I come with you?" I pause for a moment.

"No, you cannot." I said proceeding to find some clothes to wear. I already have a hard time letting Harry see me as I am right now, I don't need him to be there when the doctor tells me I am only going to get worse.

"Why not?" he asks rolling over to face me.

"Because it would be weird if you came."

"How so?"

"It just would be." I say beginning to get annoyed.

"But why?" he asks teasingly. Harry knew he was working my nerves. I picked my bra up and chucked it at him. He lets out a deep laugh as he picks up my bra and places it over his eyes.

"Oh wow! This is a great sleeping mask!" I let out an exasperated gasp. I quickly ran over to the bed and pounced on him.

Harry laughed as I continued my assault. He grabbed my waist to steady me on his lap. Harry then flipped me over.

I giggled as his fingers tickled my sides. I writhe under him trying to get out. Harry grabs a hold of my wrists in one hand as the other continues to tickle me.

I can hear Harry's breathy laugh above me as the pace of his fingers begin to slow down.

I slowly stop moving, trying to calm myself down. Our eyes connect and it's not lost on me what position we are in. We stay there for a moment just taking each other in. I don't miss how Harry's eyes bounce back and forth between my eyes and my lips.

I clear my throat feeling my cheeks get hot as time passes by. I glance over at the clock on my nightstand to help calm myself down.

The time read 3:15 PM. I gasped and pushed Harry off me. My appointment is at 3:30 and I had gotten distracted.

"Crap, Harry. I'm going to be so late." I said as I began to strip, completely disregarding Harry still being in the room.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Harry look over at me, but immediately look away.

By the time I had finished getting dressed it was already 3:23. I grabbed my purse and keys and made my way to the door.

I felt a hand clasp my wrist. I locked eyes with Harry. He had a look of plea on his face, and I immediately knew what he was about to ask.

Too concerned about running late, I caved in and let Harry come to the appointment with me.

"Dr. Ansley will see you shortly." the nurse said, placing my file in the black pocket on the wall.

"Thank you." I said with a smile. As the nurse shut the door, my eyes immediately went over to Harry. I watched as his eyes took in the oncologist's office. His eyes scanned the room like they had never seen a doctor's office before.

Granted the oncologist's office looked a little fancier, I admired his fascination.

Cute. I thought to myself. Suddenly, Harry looked over at me. I began blushing profusely for being caught staring.

The door opened and in walked Dr. Ansley.

"Good afternoon, Ms. West. How are you today?" she asked while walking over to her desk.

"I'm doing alright, thank you."

"Good. Good. Any discomfort?" I shake my head 'no' as my leg begins to bounce. Once the appointment has officially begun, we go through the usual procedure. She asks me how I am, if I am feeling anxious, and if I have any concerns regarding my treatments or what is to come in the future.

Next, I have to have some blood drawn. Dr. Ansley shows me to the bloodwork section and tells me to wait there. Harry follows along quietly. He seems deep in thought, but also very attentive to every little detail Dr. Ansley says. After my blood is drawn, I am sent back to Dr. Ansley's office.

"Alright, Ms. West. The moment we've both been dreading." I sigh, sadness overtaking me as I know what we have to discuss next.

"Would you like your boyfriend to step out?" Getting ready to protest Harry being my boyfriend, I turn to see his eyes are already on me. I give him a small smile before telling Dr. Ansley she can continue.

Dr. Ansley begins by explaining the same old, heart-wrenching information that I already know. I guess she does it more for Harry's sake than my own.

"With that being said...since your breast cancer is no longer in the early stages of stage four, you may have chemotherapy sessions once every two to four weeks and then have a break. You'll need about eight cycles of chemo, before we can take our next steps. Though stage four breast cancer is not curable, we can try our best to prolong your lifespan."

I nod my head in understanding, willing back the tears that dare to fall from my eyes. I don't want to die. From my peripheral vision, I see Harry glance over at me. He places a reassuring hand on my knee and begins to rub soothing patterns. I look over and give him a weak smile as he gives me one in return. I let my eyes trail down to Harry's hand and place my hand over his.

"How long," Harry pauses to clear his throat before he continues to speak, "How long does she have?" Dr. Ansley gives Harry a sympathetic smile.

"Evelyn has anywhere between one to three years to live." A cold shiver runs down my spine. I'd never asked the doctors how long they think I'd have. I figured it would be better not to know so I wouldn't live everyday with the constant anxiety about what's to come.

"I know this can be a hard pill to swallow, especially with you guys being so young, but there are resources available to help you guys through this. We offer therapy to help you guys talk out how you're feeling through this trivial time, especially you, Evelyn. We highly encourage you out of everyone to speak. Without a doubt from the outside, we know it's difficult, however, you are the only one who is really dealing with it on the inside. You are the one that knows what is running rampage in your mind. So we highly encourage you to please visit one of our therapists. I'm more than happy to recommend you to one of my choosing." Dr. Ansley says.

She gives us a second to let the news sink in by excusing herself from the room. She tells us that once we are finished, we can check out and try to enjoy the rest of our day.

Harry and I sit in silence. It's so quiet we can hear the ticking of the clock and the rustling of the leaves outside. Harry doesn't move to say anything and neither do I. As time passes by, the silence begins to eat away at me. Harry's hand still rests on my thigh as I feel my head getting heavy and my eyelashes begin to flutter close. I lean my head on Harry's shoulder. I keep my eyes closed as he shifts in his seat. I can feel his eyes watching me. I can almost picture the curious look on his face.

"Come on, Evie. Let's get you home." Harry says softly. I shake my head 'no' and continue to snuggle up to him.

"I'm sure you would be more comfortable in your bed at home." he says shrugging his shoulder ever so slightly. I grunt in protest as a means to tell him to stop.

"I just wanna stay here like this. You're so comfortable and warm." I murmur. I hadn't notice how cold Dr. Ansley's office was until now. I still feel his eyes on me. Harry lets out a breathy laugh.

"In the doctor's office? Really?" he asks. I nod. A few minutes pass before Harry speaks up again.

"Tell you what. We get up now and start heading home, I'll give you all the cuddles in the world." he says. I can hear the grin in his voice.

"Promise?" I ask.

"I promise." Harry says. He begins to rub soothing circles onto my thigh again and places a chaste kiss to my head. I sigh in contentment before standing up and putting my jacket on.

Harry watches me with a slight smile on his face. He wraps his arm around my shoulders, and we head out of the office.

[yunhowifeu]

Decide

Word count: 2k+

Warnings: none

About: two guys, one decision

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Me and woo young have been friends for a while now, I’ve had a crush on him for a bit tho and idk wether he likes me or not because u see, woo young is flirty w everyone including me, and idk what to think of it. Yeosang has also been my friend tho and I’ve also started liking him, he is just so sweet and thoughtful but I like woo young more and well it’s a bit complicated. I have another close friend, his name is woozi, I tell him all my boy problems, it’s not like he wants me to sometimes but even then he listens to me and comforts me or gives me advice, he actually listens to me ranting abt anything. He is a really busy guy tho and it’s quite hard to find times that will work for both of us to hangout. I work at a convenient store, I work the night shift except Saturdays and Sunday’s tho so I basically have all day to hangout but well he has a lot to work on for the group and well I’m understanding of it but sometimes we go months without talking and that honestly worries me. Anyways tho back to my first topic, woozi told me to try and make a move on woo young to see if he likes me back or not but honestly I’m too scared to do that, he could either like me back but might not be able to get together cuz he is an idol or he dosent like me back and we stop being friends cuz I made it weird. Gosh why r crushes so hard for me.

One day I decide to make a move, I felt bold, so I texted woo young-

[7:05pm] me:

hey woo, wanna come over and watch a movie?

[7:20pm] woo:

I’m hanging out w a girl rn but I’ll lyk once I’m free

Ofc he was w a girl, he always is, recently I’ve barely had any time to hang out w wooyoung.

I felt upset and felt like ranting to woozi abt how upset I am at wooyoung and how excited I was to make a move but now I can’t cuz I’m not always this bold. I text woozi-

[7:23pm] me:

Jihoon, can u come over? I wanna talk

I waited for his text for an hour and still no answer. I decide to text Yeosang next. They r my only three closest friends and well Yeosang was my only hope at this point.

[8:30pm] me:

Yeo, can u come over pls? :/

[8:31pm] Yeo:

Sure, is everything okay?

[8:32pm] me:

No, but I’ll tell u once u come over.

[8:33pm] Yeo:

Got it, I’m omw

I eat chips and scroll through TikTok while I wait. I don’t have to wait long cuz he gets here pretty quick.

I open the door and pull him in by his hand, I close the door, and I hug him. He returns the hug. “So what’s up” he says. I sigh and I say,“Wooyoung situation”.

I had told yeosang abt my little crush on wooyoung before but not abt the making a move plan.“What did he do this time?”he asked. I grab yeosang’s hand and bring him to the living room. We both sit on the couch. “I was gonna make a move on him today cuz I was feeling brave and all but look”, I said as I showed him the text messages w wooyoung. ”that sucks”, he says as he rubbed my back for comfort. “It’s so unfair, it’s like he dosent get the hint, this is so annoying, he is so annoying”, I say covering my face w my hands. “Well wooyoung can be stubborn at times, don’t overthink it, he probably like u back, everything will be fine” he says. I hear a ding coming from my phone, I take my hands away from my face and reach for my phone from the table. “Wooyoung texted me” I say. “What did he say?” Yeo asks.

[8:59pm] woo:

Can’t come over, I’ll be staying over at the girl’s house tonight

[9:00pm] me:

I figured 😒

[9:01pm] woo:

Sorry🤷🏻‍♂️

[9:02pm] me:

K.

[9:03pm] woo:

Don’t be salty y/n

[9:04pm] me:

Wtv I didn’t expect any less from u anyways, u always do this, u never have time for me anymore

[9:05pm] woo:

It’s not like ur my gf, calm down, no wonder u don’t have a bf

[9:06pm] me:

Wth do u mean by that?

[9:07pm] woo:

I mean ur so clingy, u always want me around, I have my own life too yk and I don’t appreciate u sticking on me like a bug

[9:08pm] me:

So I’m just a bug to u now? What abt our friendship? Does that mean nothing to u? Friends give friends attention

[9:09pm] woo:

I’m literally giving u attention rn, ur wasting my time tho, I could be getting closer w this girl yet I’m here texting u while ur acting childish

“I can’t believe him! That jerk!” I put my phone back on the table, leaning back on the couch, forgetting yeosang was even there cuz of how into the convo I was w wooyoung, I felt like crying. “What happen?” He asks. I look at yeosang. “Read the messages” i say and I lean my head back again. Yeosang picks up my phone and checks the messages. Yeosang has my password since we r close anyways and I don’t make passwords a big deal w people I consider close. “Wow” he was putting my phone back and opens his arms indicating for a hug so I hug him tight. “Let’s watch a movie and eat snacks? Yeah? How does that sound?” Yeosang offered, he was always so comforting and caring, and that day I just fell for yeosang more. We get comfortable on the couch eating some popcorn and chips watching some movies. After a while I fall asleep and so does yeosang, we wake up in the morning to loud knocking at the door. I open the door and see wooyoung. He slightly pushes me without saying anything, walking in the house. He goes up to yeosang. “Get up, hongjoong wants us Al back in the dorm by 10 for a meeting” he tells him. Yeosang gets up and shuffles his hair a bit and fixes his clothing as he stands up. I go up to wooyoung. “A may I come in would have been nice yk” I say. Wooyoung and yeosang don’t say anything as they just walk towards the door then yeosang turns around and smiles “see u” he says waving. Wooyoung turns around and says, “Oh btw, tysm for yesterday, ur such an amazing friend” sarcastically. “What r u talking abt? Ur literally the one who ruined my night”I say. “The girl I was w saw me texting u abt that nonsense and thought u were my gf” he says slightly raising his voice. “How is that my fault?” I raise my voice too. “Would u just quit being so clingy, I expected the conversation to end after I told u not to be salty, grow up, ur just ruining my chances w actual good women” he says raising his voice more. “U Moran, I liked u! I just realized tho, that u have always been so selfish, u never actually cared abt me, u never actually took my feelings into consideration” I say

“How was I supposed to know u liked me?” He asks. “I was so obvious abt it!” I say madly. “Ok guys let’s not do this rn please” yeosang says slightly moving between me and wooyoung. “Respectfully yeosang this is none of ur business” says wooyoung. “Come on it’s almost ten anyways, we gotta go” yeosang says dragging wooyoung out the door. Wooyoung let’s yeosang drag him out but then turns around again and says “we aren’t friends anymore, don’t contact me ever again, and don’t even think to come over to the dorms cuz I don’t feel like even seeing ur face around”. I slam my door and I sit on the ground crying.

[10:07am] woozi:

Sorry I was busy and forgot to respond

[10:08am] me:

It’s fine

[10:09am] woozi:

I have time rn tho, want me to come over?

Typically I would say yes but honestly I wanted space at the moment.

[10:10am] me:

Sorry, not today

[10:11am] woozi:

Oh alr that’s fine, and I’m sorry again

I ghosted people for a while cuz wooyoung’s words got to me and made me think I was too clingy to everyone. After some weeks I hear a knock at my door so I opened it and see hongjoong. “hey, I heard what happened and I’d like to apologize from wooyoung’s behalf”he says.”but also, we don’t want drama so I come to ask for u to not be seen around any of the members atleast until the scandals from the fans calm down” he says. “Oh I get it” I say.

Days later I hear another knock at the door but this time it’s wooyoung. “What”I say. “I’m sorry for everything I said and did”he says. “Did hongjoong send u here to say that or smth?”I ask. “No, I’m genuinely sorry” he says. He continues,”and well I actually liked u too”. “What r u talking abt, u literally broke my heart that night and we weren’t even together, yk how hurt I was” I say. “Look ik u might not believe me but trust me I did like u, hongjoong forced me to act like that, the manager saw how people online were already shipping us and everything but they didn’t want any scandals so the manager told hongjoong and we’ll hongjoong told me to act like I wasn’t interested in u and everything, I wasn’t even w a girl that night, it was all made up, u can ask yeosang tho, he didn’t know at first but after leaving ur house I cried and I told yeosang the whole thing, that’s why I started distancing myself aswell but it hurt me to do it”. He said. I was in disbelief.”but if u really liked me u would have broken the rules a little bit or smth” I say. “Y/n, look, I’m an idol, it’s not that simple”he said. “Well is that all u wanted to tell me?u can be on ur way now if that’s all” I say. “No, wait, abt rule breaking” he pauses then continues”I’m willing to bend the rules a bit if it means being w u”. “What do u mean?” I ask, “I mean will u be my girlfriend?” He says. My eyes widen. I been thinking abt getting even closer to yeosang after a while but now wooyoung is asking me out. I didn’t know what to do. “Idk woo, can I have time to think abt it?” I ask. “Alright, but lmk please” he says as there is an awkward silence and I nod then he leaves. I had started liking yeosang more lately but wooyoung confessed and I used to like him more, what if I got w wooyoung? Would I like him again?would I be happy?but yeosang is so caring but idk if he would be willing to even date. Gosh idk

I call yeosang and ask him to come over. He gets here a few minutes later. “Hongjoong would be mad if he saw me here rn” he says. “I’m sorry but I just need to talk to u abt smth that’s been on my mind lately” I say.

We sit together on the couch. I sigh and say “ok yeosang, well, wooyoung confessed and asked me to be his gf even if it meant breaking the rules”. “Oh well what did u say?” He asks. “I said I would think abt it but actually I’ve liked someone else for a while and I think I like them more now but idk if he likes me back and if he is willing to break the rules too” I say. “Is he a K-pop idol?” He asks. “Yes” I answer. “Well who is it?” He asks. I hesitate but then say it “you”. “Really?” He asks looking surprised. “Yea, it’s been a while that I moved on from wooyoung and I just couldn’t stop thinking abt u” I say. “Well r u suggesting we date?” He asks. “Yes” I say scared what he would say next but instead he didn’t say anything, he just pulled me in for a kiss. I had my answer right there. I was so happy. I hugged him tightly. He giggled and hugged me back tight. “Yk, I’ve actually liked u since a few years ago when we had first met” he says. I look up and smile. I was really happy but now I had to figure out a way to tell wooyoung no.

I invited wooyoung over. He came over and sat down to yeosang and I. “I have the answer” I say. “Well I’m sorry, I just don’t like u as much as I used to, and well I’m dating someone now” I say. “Who?” He asks. I hold yeosang hand and hold it up to show wooyoung. “Oh” he says seeming disappointed.

Time passes and word got around but I convinced the manager to let us stay together and the fans actually liked the fact that we were dating quite a lot except there was one scandal abt how me and wooyoung should have been the ones ending up together and well yeosang got a bit insecure but I comforted him and we have been happy together ever since.

[tinknevertalks]

Looking at a sort of resort place in West Wales for taking the kids on a holiday in the summer hols... How tf do people pay for these trips?! One I looked at, self catering, was over £2k for seven nights (£2140 to be exact). That's £76.50 a head, a night.

Even if it was only five days/four nights, it's still £1300. It's £81.25 a head, a night.

Think that might be one we save up for (except by the time we can save up for it, eldest might've aged out of a lot of the things there). I don't know.

I've had too much coffee because after the 15 minute nap I had at 1am-ish (I was watching Great British Sewing Bee) I've been Awake. Once I get to bed I know I'll sleep, but it's getting me there. Youngest woke up (something fell out of bed or it was eldest whacking into the top bunk's barrier - either way, Noise), so I wanna make sure she settles otherwise she'll cry the house down.

Coffee was good though. I bought oat milk for the hell of it (and it was on offer) and made iced coffees hence hummingbird thoughts and watching TikTok vids of a family at this resort place (it's called Bluestone and it looks lush, even for a self-confessed non-enjoyer of outsideness) and wanting to go but seeing the price and blanching. We have nature here. I could be less lazy and take the girls for a walk around here, but it's not as exciting as going away and seeing nature Somewhere Else.

It's only like an hour and a half away, I think. Hang on, I'll check... It's about the same travel time as going to Folly Farm. Now Folly Farm isn't cheap, but maybe we can go out for a day out there for my birthday? The girls haven't been this year (my sister bought an annual family pass for youngest's birthday the year before last so we used the bejeezus out of it - so totally worth it because it got us all out of the house and the girls could play in the adventure playground bits) and I wouldn't mind seeing the giraffes and the penguins again.

... Maybe I could see if they still do the zookeeper experience thing? I'd get to feed the giraffes!

Ok. Imma try sleeping on it. Who knows, I might wake up refreshed? I doubt it but you never know.

[dollyyun]

TRIPLE THREAT | MASTERLIST (mini-series)

SYNOPSIS: you think you know someone until the odd patterns in their behaviour become alarmingly discernible, and that's exactly what you are experiencing. your boyfriend is the most perfect guy you could've ever dreamed of, and you are more than blessed to be with someone like him, considering that this is your first relationship ever. however, as time passes, you begin to notice how progressively different he becomes, evoking such a qualm within you that affects the trust you had for him. alas, layers of secrets unravel while the stark truth leaves you entirely flabbergasted, but not as equally dreadful as you come face-to-face with the triple threat.

PAIRING: lee heeseung(s) x fem!reader

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), adulthood, reverse harem, dark themes

WARNING(S): indicated on each part

TEASER WORD COUNT: 2k

RUBY'S NOTE: got the inspiration from this one tiktok (the og triple threat book) that @yzzyhee sent to me, and this fic is dedicated to her 🫶🏻 thank you bestie for always entertaining my spams and shi🥹ilysm🤍and i hope this mini series won't turn out to be a flop🙏🏻also the teaser is boring but do wait for the other parts <3

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➤ PART ONE

➤ PART TWO

➤ PART THREE

➤ PART FOUR

Months ago, you were quite literally living the quintessential life that most were naturally envious of — a new job under an illustrious firm that equitably endowed its employees with an abundance of opportunities to showcase their prowess and competencies, an income with a bountiful bonus that granted you stability in this steep economy, a homey apartment that was once your sanctuary, surrounded by great friends who unequivocally shown and given you the moral support you needed, the perfect boyfriend you could have ever asked for — you had everything and you were beyond grateful.

Keyword: Had. You should have known that someday, everything would crumble and result in you losing it all with a snap of your fingers before you could even cherish deeply — your career, your friends, and your boyfriend, whom you once thought was the perfect boyfriend to ever exist.

Oh, you never dreamed of losing your boyfriend, most especially. He was your everything, and you even devoted your life to him.

Well, at least the version of him you thought was your everything until he became the very catalyst behind your downfall, or in this case, there are three versions of him, quite figuratively and literally.

If you had known about his true nature earlier, or rather their true nature, then you would have left sooner and likely flew abroad where they could never find you. 

It is beyond you that their obsession over you has grown into something so intoxicating and darker, hurling you into the abysmal depths of their beguiling depravity, for which you fear that there is no possible way out.

Just as you are now, in the present, having been confined in this luxurious villa that you are now familiar with, and according to them, this is your new home until forever. 

Although there are amenities for you to take advantage of and indulge yourself in, how can you even enjoy anything when you are here against your will in the first place?

Of course, you tried escaping on impulse initially, which was a big mistake on your part as your attempt ensued in them tightening the security impeccably. Unfortunately for them, your rebellion remains a fervid streak, inciting you to defy them, and honestly, a part of you genuinely wants to push their limits to see how long they can handle you.

Hence, you decide to devise another escape plan, to which you admit that it is foolishly crazy, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and you would rather die than never trying at all.

First things first, you need to get the hell out of this villa. The doors that allow access to the second step of your freedom are secured with the smart padlocked, and the last time you tried escaping through the fairly big window in the kitchen, you had fallen right into the bushes with a now-faint scar on your cheek, so every window is locked as well, leaving you to venture to other parts of the villa to find any other unattended windows.

Thankfully, they left out one of the guest rooms, and even better when there is a balcony, so you set the plan in motion, now tightening the rope around your waist, which you had found miraculously in one of the drawers and modified it to facilitate your escape.

After securing the knot around the balustrade for another time, you peer down and swallow a lump in your throat, heeding to the fact that their second floor is rather higher than expected, but you know you must overcome your fear.

Your heart begins to palpitate as soon as your ears perk up at the faint commotion from behind the door, to which you groan as you have forgotten to lock it. The sound of footsteps prompts you to expeditiously advance further, moving over to the side where there is a pillar constructed from the second floor of the balcony to the first floor. 

Thanks to your rock-climbing skills, albeit rusty as it has been years since your father brought you and engaged in rock-climbing activity at the gym facilities, you miraculously manage to execute your plan rather smoothly as you finally reach the first floor despite the pain around your waist and the tremendous ache in your arms due to maintaining momentum with supporting your own weight.

You quickly untie the rope around your waist as you hear the revving engine just a few distance away, and you know that you are dangerously near the garage. Your eyes squint at the opulent gates that encompass the entire villa.

“Shit.” You cuss at yourself for making a mistake by not searching and possessing another rope for you to climb over the gates. Shaking your head, you proceed on anyway, following your better instinct as you stealthily make your moves.

“Where the fuck is she?” You nearly release a startled gasp as soon as you hear his irate tone, and you quickly hide behind a pillar with your hand covering your mouth. You ignore the fact that you actually find him attractive whenever he loses his temper, which happens rarely. “You had one job, and that was to look after her, but you fucked it up.”

You hear your ex-boyfriend scoffing in disbelief while the turmoil within you only seems to intensify as you can discern the heated tension in the air that is orchestrated by your rebellion once more. “Will you relax? They don’t even know that she’s here. I’m sure she’s still somewhere within our radar and trying to escape again.”

“Then go find her, damn it.” As soon as he says so, you have every intention to head in the other direction, going as stealthily as you can, but your better instinct is urging you to retreat for some reason.

Before you can take heed, you turn around the corner, only to bump into a solid figure with his familiar cologne infiltrating your senses that are now alarmingly heightened.

“Here you are, darling.” His usual mirth carries an undercurrent of danger, and when you slowly lift your gaze to look at him, your heart skips a beat at his darkened eyes and his lips curling into a devilish grin. “Trying to escape again now, are we?”

Just when you decide to run away, he grabs you by the arm and manoeuvres you in a way that has your brain going fuzzy at how things escalated for the worse, and you find yourself being carried over his shoulder with his arm securing around your waist.

“Evan! Let go of me!” You begin to throw a hissy fit, punching his back with your legs swinging in defiance, and he remains undeterred, as though he is accustomed to your tantrum. 

“Darling, I really don’t want to do this, but you’re getting on my nerves.” Evan says, and before you know it, he silences you with a smack on your now-stinging bum, leaving you flabbergasted while your cheeks flare with humiliation. “You’re in a whole lot of trouble.”

As soon as he enters the villa through the backdoor, you are deprived of any retaliation or any means of defence against the triple threat, because before you know it, Evan has thrown you on the sectional couch without any thought of carefulness while his brothers have awaited your presence.

Your eyes flicker to each of their austere countenance, and it is still surreal to you at how eerily they look identical without any flaws. Their imposing figure causes you to make an attempt by scrambling backward, the hem of your skirt hiking up, and bringing their attention to your enticing exposed legs.

“Oh, baby, why bother trying again when you know you can never escape?” Your ex-boyfriend casts you a smirk, the cruelty gleaming in his eyes causes your heart to clench, refusing to believe that he had changed completely into a whole different person.

A whimper leaves your lips before you can seal it. “Please just let me go—”

You stop mid-sentence when one of them storms over to you, and before you can escape the path of his wrath, he has you pinned down on the couch, hovering on top of you and preventing you any form of potential escape, especially with your wrists being binded by his large hand as he places them above your head.

“Do you have any idea how worried I was? I thought they got you—” For the first time ever, you catch a glimpse of fear amidst the vulnerability he accidentally unveils before he quickly masks it with his usual frigid austerity, his jaw clenching while his dark eyes penetrate into your widened ones. “You just couldn’t go a day without trying to stir trouble. Fuck, you really love to test our patience, don't you?” He growls.

“Ethan—” You whimper, intending to plead with him as you begin to tremble beneath him and how his brewing ire is suffocating you, to which you know you fucked up big time now, because Ethan rarely gets angry at you even after your previous attempts at escaping.

“I think our pretty girl needs to be taught a lesson, don’t you agree?” Heeseung inquires in a wicked rhetorical manner, his smirk aligning with the arousing lust in his eyes that has your breath hitched in your throat.

“I promise I won’t do it again!” But your words go unheard by them as Ethan manoeuvres you into a position where you find yourself being settled over his lap, facing down the couch with your ass being perked up.

“Since Darling loves playing with ropes, she’ll have them.” You feel Evan dexterously tying your arms together from behind, preventing you any possible way to elude your long-awaited punishment. 

Feeling your skirt being bunched up to expose your ass, your fear is soon eclipsed by anger, never mind the fact that you can feel your arousal dripping along the walls with your cunt clenching in anticipation.

“You know what? Screw all of you!” You retaliate, squirming lightly on Ethan’s lap. “You think that this lame ass punishment can set me straight? You guys are so—”

A weighted palm lands on the flesh of your bum in such an impact that it has you gasping at the painful sensation rippling through you as it blends with your raging arousal.

“Lame ass punishment, you say?” Ethan’s tone sounds eerily calm, and you know better than to be deceived by his composure, because the next thing he does is bring down his palm to slap your ass cheek, the sound echoing in the living room that paints your cheeks in utter humiliation, and yet it is one that amplifies your libido. “Let’s see if you’re going to talk back again after this.”

“Ethan.” You accidentally moan out as soon as he spanks you again, your sweet sound going straight to their cocks as they slowly go up beneath the slacks. “Ethan, please.” You squirm, and this time, you desire for him to relieve your lust.

“This is your punishment, so why are you getting wet, sweetheart?” Ethan hums, his fingers strumming along your clothed cunt, and the material has a noticeable wet patch in the centre. “You must’ve wanted our attention so badly, right? That’s why you did what you did.”

“N-No!” You gasp at the sensation of his fingers sliding underneath your underwear to slowly plunge into your cunt, your slick folds serving as lubricant. “Fuck, Ethan.” You moan out, your cunt clenching around him as he keeps scissoring you.

“I’m not going to make you cum. You’re only going to take what we give you.” Ethan muses, finding the perfect pace to taunt you as he thrusts his fingers into your tight yet inviting cunt. “And since you insulted us, you’re going to let Evan fuck his cock in your mouth.”

Your mouth nearly salivates at the thought of taking Evan once more while your eyes are fogging with lust. As his shadow looms over your figure, you look up, only to see his dark eyes that mirror the emotions in your eyes, and perhaps even more wicked.

With a smirk forming on his lips upon seeing the glinting anticipation in your eyes, Evan slowly unzips his pants in the most tantalising way that nearly has you whining. “I know you’re hungry for cock, so open your lovely mouth wide for me, my darling.”

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[deadlynyghtshayde]

Only peek under here if you want to read me winging about bedframe woes

My bedframe has been wobbly for over a month- I've known I have to get to the top corner to tighten the foot, but it's a bitch to access. So I haven't yet. It would rock if too much pressure would go to that corner.

Kai likes to go under it - I've blocked it off, but that doesn't doo much to dissuade any cat. Especially since my mom cleared away the blocking clutter I had precisely placed. (She meant to help, didn't realize that Kai would use it as an opportunity to excavate. Which she did. And under she went.)

Well, I was scrolling through YouTube shorts earlier (I need to stop, it has an awful algorithm when i get into scroll spirals for too long on there and starts showing me horrid things or religious propaganda. Infinititely more damaging to my mental health than tiktok) and came across a horrific video that instantly triggered a panic spiral, and just as I managed to scroll away, then back to hit don't recommend - if I'd have been thinking more clearly I would have reported it. (After calming down, I got clear-headed enough to remove it from my seen videos, so I definitely can't report it now. But.. it was awful.)

Just as that happened, the bed gave a pop-crack and shifted. I scream-yelped because I was already panicked. I hope I didn't wake any neighbors. But the ones I could have woken are all muslim, so they're probably up for Ramadan anyway.

Kai is downstairs with her side piece, my grandfather's new couch, as per usual these days, so she wasn't under the bed - and it didn't collapse.. but I don't trust it.

I lifted the mattress to check, and the frame is loose loose. Concerningly so. I don't think new, sturdier feet are going to do it. (Damn those cute mid-century metal feet and 2020 trending furniture. They are cute- but not stable. And the bolts are like 1cm long. I should have known better)

It's a storage bed, with three cubbies on either side of the length of the bed - and an empty panel between the backs of them, so the bed is separated into three long, narrow pieced structurally, evenly distributed across the width, parallel to the length. About a year in I noticed that the separations for the cubbies weren't sitting right, but it didn't seem to effect the integrity of the bed at the time.

Now, one-third of the bed - length wise - is loose enough to wobble like a tooth. That can't be safe.

So I'm looking to see if I can maybe get a platform to slot under the frame, and platforms seem to be strong! I could also finally add that extra inch so the storage tubs can actually fit UNDER the bed. But if the whole third is loose, is the frame even safe enough for that? Do I need a whole new frame?

I can't loose the cubby storage, it's absurdly useful, even if a third of it is blocked off. I have considered putting the frame just straight on the floor, but that would make it too low for Kai to get to the windowsill, and I would be direct eye-level with the corner of my bedside table. I can see black eyes incoming.

I was also thinking of just screwing planks of wood to the bottom to sure it up, but again - if the cubby integrity is gone, I don't know how long that would last either.

And to top it all off, I'm STILL unemployed. So I can't afford a new bedframe, and my parents just came to see me for my birthday and spent a lot to get here, so it wouldn't be fair to them to ask them.

It's what I get for buying something as important as a bedframe from Amazon based on cubbies and cute, mid-century modern feet. I think if I was lighter it would be fine, but I'm not small. Short, yes. Small, no.

Also, why are bedframes marketed for kids able to hold up to like 2k lbs, but unless you specifically LOOK for children's, it's like a 300lb weight limit? SURELY all bedframes should be reinforced?!

Maybe just a solid wood panel on the top and bottom, and new feet would do. (I need to look at Home Depot. Would that cost more than just getting a new frame?!?!)

[littlemissidontcare]

Do you get good amount of feedback? Does the like-to-feedback ratio not bother you? I'm not a writer, I'm a reader. But I've followed a ton of my favorite writers with some really good stories I was obsessed with but they discontinued cuz they didn't get feedback and felt like no one cared. It's the reason I made 2 different blogs to reblog and comment (tho I know 2 extra feedbacks won't make a big difference). But I hated seeing stories I was really invested in get discontinued over something that could easily been remedied if people just gave their thoughts on what they read. /// I have close to 9k on Tiktok and 2k on Wattpad. I get maybe 300 likes and 80 comments per video( most comments just asking for a reminder) wattpad I get about 1k reads on a new chapter and about 40 comments (on a good day). The amount of followers I have doesn’t translate in likes and activity. I also got in the POV game around the time of FATWS when Sebastian and Bucky were all over TT. I have maybe about 1k consistent viewers/ readers but that doesn’t translate to feedback. The feedback I do get means the world to me. I see it as if my reader has something to say about my work then they will let me know, if they don’t then they won’t. All I can do is give each chapter my best and hope I touch my reader in some way.

I also started out writing a lot of smut in my work (trying to get my feet wet with it) so that naturally brought in more readers and feedback. But some stayed for the story.

I understand I wouldn’t be considered a small writer with the following I have but I started small. With maybe 10 comments and like 100 views. But it eventually grew. I understand it hurts when you put your heart out there with a new work and it doesn’t land the way you wanted. Just know that doesn’t define you as a writer. It may be that the material isn’t on the right platform or using the right tags. In this day in age a writer isn’t working to get people to read their stuff, you are working to get the algorithm to push your stuff. If you stuff gets seen 9/10 it will be read. Keep writing my friends!! Don’t let the “game” of it all get you down!! ❤️❤️

[chqnified]

What is your most popular post of all time on any platform? And why do you think that is?

This is my current most popular post if all time from tiktok (it got around, 30k views, 9k likes, 500 comments and over 2k saves). My opinion: the algorithm. Tiktok algorithm has a huge impact on popularity of posts, which is a mostly bad thing because it doesn't matter about the quality of the content, just rather what tt thinks will be beneficial to idfk. Though to be honest, this is my best edit in terms of transitions, so maybe that too. Oh, and Hyunjin is literally the most popular member of skz, which probably helps.