cat-got-your-tongue · 3 days ago
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Drunk texting
DP&W!Logan x Fem!reader: featuring Wade
Summary: logan goes out with Wade and won't stop calling and texting your phone
CW: fluff | mention of alcohol | dirty talk | failed attempt at sexting | mature language | mention of sex | drunk logan |
Word count: Over 1k
Authors note: Hi, please be kind. I'm still trying to get back into writing. Not proofread. Requests are open. Divider by @saradika-graphics
My work will always be 18+ Minors do not interact or read.
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It was 2:00 am on a fucking Wednesday night and your phone was blowing up. Wade had dragged Logan out to have some "bonding time with peanut." Which was code for which of them could get drunk the fastest. It always led to the bar being completely drained of alcohol — usually with one of them coming home with a bruised eye (Wade).
Logan could drink, and so could wade. But he has such a high tolerance that the amount of alcohol he consumed in order to get completely drunk would probably kill the average man. Not good. That meant longer days spent working so he could pay off the tab. You didn't mind most of the time. Since he needed a break and have some fun every once in a while.
Your phone lights up next to your bed. You tried to ignore it, but it kept happening over and over. The loud buzz vibrating on the night stand. You groan and throw your pillow over your head. No use. The sound just kept getting louder and louder.
You sit up in bed and grab it, the bright light making your eyes water a bit. You look down, and your eyebrows shoot up. There were about 46 text messages, and over 10 missed calls. All from logan and a few from wade.
You open your text message app to read what the hell was so important that he had to blow your phone up in the middle of the night.
Lo 💕: miss you.
Lo 💕: Wades tupee is crooked, not telling him tho
Lo 💕: luv u ba.yb
Lo 💕: gonna fkc u wen I get home
Lo 💕: gonna have u soking my dick
Lo 💕: stop ignore me
Lo 💕: [image]
Your eyes were still trying to adjust to the screen of your phone as you read through every text message logan has sent. You sighed, looking at the picture he sent you. You could tell he was absolutely trashed. He was in the run-down bars bathroom. The lighting in there was dim, and the mirror was dirty. He was holding his semi hard cock in one hand and had the bottom of shirt in between his teeth. The sight alone had you squeezing your thighs together. His abs were flexed and a little sweaty, making his happy trail stick to his skin. You had to take a deep breath and calm yourself.
You clicked back and went over to the texts Wade had sent you. You were trying to get your mind off of the selfie logan sent.
Wade: don't worry pookie is fine.
Wade: he's got his tits out like a slut.
Wade: okay now he's fighting
Wade: Okay now he's fighting ME
Wade: I'm not even drunk. I've been having the bartender give me water the whole night 😈
Wade: is he in heat ??? All he's been talking about is fucking
You rolled your eyes and let out a breathy laugh. You knew the second wade got logan through that front door it was over. Just as you had that thought, the door went bursting open, hitting the wall behind it with a loud bang.
"Speak of the devil." You mumbled under your breath. You walked out and saw Wade throwing logan back onto the couch.
He turned to you. "Sunshine here decided to start hmmm his fourth bar fight of the night, so we got kicked out."
You ran your hand down your face and looked down at where logan was slumped over. "Bad night?"
"Nah, luckily, he got whiskey dick of the claws, so no one was shanked." Wade shrugged as he readjusted his toupee. You fought the urge to laugh when you remembered logans text from earlier.
You let out a sigh of relief that no one was actually hurt tonight. You don't know what you'd do if you had to bail logan out of jail. Knowing Wade, he'd probably would just break him out.
"Well thank you for taking him out tonight. He's been......kinda down lately." You spoke as your eyes were still trained on your boyfriend.
There was pause before he spoke up again. He knew how much his friend could get into his own head and overthink.
"No problem. I'm gonna leave you two alone before he wakes up and tells me how much he wants to eat your ass again." Wade gave you a sympathetic pat to your shoulder and quickly hauled ass out of your apartment.
He wasn't gonna stick around incase logan decided to whip out his cock. You couldn't blame him.
Your face got hot, and you groaned again. Logan always had such a way with words. The thought of him telling Wade anything about your sex life was enough to make you want to go hide under your blanket. Now you were wondering what the hell those two talk about when you or Vanessa were not around.
A low grumble sounded from logan as he woke up. His eyes were dropping, and his speech was slurred. He looked around, confused as to where he was until he saw you. He gave you a weak smile and patted his lap for you to sit.
"C'mere" logan hiccups. "Been missin' ya all night." He tried reaching for you.
You immediately slapped his hand away.
"Nuh, uh, I'm gonna make you some water, and you're gonna sleep on this couch until you're sobered up." You shook your head and backed away.
"Then maybe just maaaybe you can have me in the morning. Deal?"
Logan pouted and sunk deeper into his spot. You couldn't help but chuckle a bit. You couldn't deny the sad pout on his face was cute. He looked so annoyed with you, but he didn't have it in his heart to be mean. Never to you. No matter how drunk logan got, it still didn't keep him from having that soft spot for you.
"Why don't you stand between my legs and lemme eat your pussy then." He slurred again.
"Jesus christ." You muttered and went into the kitchen to pour him some water.
You'd think you would be used to his dirty talk by now. Yet he still managed to surprise you with it. If he wasn't drunk off his ass right now, you would have peeled off all your clothes and let him have you right there on that couch— letting him stuff his cock so deep in your pussy it made your legs tremble before he even started moving. You shake your head of those thoughts and continue getting him his water.
By the time you came back, he had already passed out. You sat the water down and helped him into a more comfortable position. Throwing a blanket over him, you placed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. Quickly, you went back into your bed to get some sleep. You're sure by morning he would be back to normal. He didn't get hangovers much. Maybe you'd take him up on all of his all of those offers once he's sober.
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leclarifies · 1 day ago
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matchmaker (MV33)
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✰ max verstappen x alexandra's sister! reader ✰
summary: you're alexandra's sister and charles just so happens to be tired of hearing you complain to be single all the time. good thing for you, charles is sneaky and has a plan up his sleeve.
genre: smau & fluff <3
a/n: hello everyone, taking a small break from writing off the grid. new chapter will be released tomorrow, enjoy this fluffy smau for the moment <33
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yourusername great weekend to be a tifosa <3
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alexandrasaintmleux: thank you for the family picture, i appreciate it 😘
charles_leclerc: hey pretty lady, you free tonight? 😉
yourusername: can yall flirt somewhere else, my single ass is NOT tolerating this type of slander on my page 🙄
charles_leclerc: i can set you up with one of my other friends
yourusername: REMEMBER HOW IT WENT LAST TIME?
alexandrasaintmleux: they call you coffee girl now...
yourusername: JUST BC I SPILT COFFEE ON THE GUY DOESN'T MAKE ME COFFEE GIRL
charles_leclerc: just change ur username to yncoffeegirl atp
yourusername: i hate both of you 🥰
charles_leclerc: the last picture is not true btw
yourusername: i cry everytime u guys don't win, u will lose this fight with me every single time. do NOT start.
charles_leclerc: IT'S NOT MY FAULT WE LOSE, I AM DRIVING A UNPOWERED WAGON SOMETIMES.
alexandrasaintmleux: aww, you guys already fight like siblings. where's the ring @/charles_leclerc?
charles_leclerc: this is where i take my exit ladies and gentlemen
user1: this is so hilarious i love them
user2: the fourth image is so real
user3: WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE SECOND PICTURE IM CRYING
user4: someone send me that banner rq
user5: you guys are so pretty :(
yourusername: please do not give me compliments, it will go STRAIGHT to my head
user6: the best thing the saint mleux sisters have done is unprivate their instagram, i love the content
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MAX'S POV
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maxverstappen1, alex_albon, georgerussell, oscarpiastri, pierregasly, lilymhe, carmenmmundt, lilyzneimer, francisca.cgomes just followed yourusername!
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yourusername on the wrong side of the paddock this weekend, but i don't really mind. last picture is a bonus for everyone. special thank you to @/maxverstappen1 for giving me a special invitation <3
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maxverstappen1: Lovely having you around this Grand Prix, same time next week, pretty?
yourusername: as long as ur the one giving me the paddock passes, might not come if charles gives me ferrari passes
maxverstappen1: Come to another date, yeah? That's the only way I'll forgive you for posting the last picture
yourusername: you're threatening me with a good time max <3
user7: MY BOYFRIENDABLE MAX CRUMBS
user8: y/n and max flirting on the tl? we love to see it
user7: WAIT I JUST READ THE COMMENTS THEY'RE FUCKING FLIRTING WITH EACHOTHER
charles_leclerc: weren't u the one that was raving about ferrari JUST LAST WEEK? ur crazy
charles_leclerc: AND THIS IS HOW I FIND OUT Y/N HAS BEEN CONVERTED INTO THE DARK SIDE? SHE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THE HEART TO TELL ME HERSELF?
yourusername: weren't you the one to set this one up?🤨
charles_leclerc: wow im so happy for you converting into a red bull fan!
yourusername: yeah that's what i thought
user9: you guys are crackhead energy siblings, i love it
alexandrasaintmleux: you need to come stop by the ferrari garage next weekend, me and rebecca miss u!
iamrebeccad: sending love all the way from the ferrari garage!
francisca.cgomes: <333
user10: is this.... a soft launch.............
user11: wait i kinda see it
user12: im waiting for max to post something before i believe in it :(
user13: I'M DELUSIONAL SO YES THIS IS A SOFT LAUNCH
user14: seeing y/n in navy feels so weird after seeing her in red for so long
user15: wait am i delusional or........
user16: no see, you get it.
user17: THEY'RE FLIRTING IN THE COMMENTS GUYS. PLEASE. THIS IS A HARD LAUNCH
user18: i am a delusional bitch who likes seeing max happy so i will take this as a hard launch :D
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maxverstappen1 And that's P1, flawlessly done for the team this weekend. Looking forward to next weekend!
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user19: what happened to hello? hi? good morning?
user20: SO THIS WAS THE HARD LAUNCH WE WERE LOOKING FOR
user21: wait is that y/n
user22: so we all weren't being delusional about y/n posting max last week, nice to know
yourusername: it was nice being in the red bull garage this weekend <3
maxverstappen1: I only won because my good luck charm was in the Red Bull garage and not in the red team's one
charles_leclerc: MY TEAM NAME IS NOT A CURSE YOU KNOW.
redbullracing: @/yourusername <3
yourusername: what are you doing here redbull admin 😭
user23: THE REDBULL ADMIN COMMENTED, IT'S OFFICIAL GUYS!!!
user24: DABHDHAWD IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM
user25: did we all realize how many of the wags and grid members followed y/n over the course of this weekend and last weekend????
user26: i think we all noticed it but we were waiting for the hard launch
oscarpiastri: Congrats on the race man, nothing less than perfection from you
georgerussell: hm...
charles_leclerc: you lost the bet, you owe me $20
georgerussell: oh cmon man
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yourusername hot girls get kissed by hot f1 drivers <3
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maxverstappen1: You look so good in Red Bull merch.
yourusername: you look good in my arms :D
charles_leclerc: just so you know, i made this happen
yourusername: NOW ur taking credit, asshole
alexandrasaintmleux: actually *i* take credit bc i was the one who convinced her to continue to pursue max
maxverstappen1: Everyone say thank you Alexandra
user27: "thank you alexandra!!!" we all shout
user27: CHAT THEY'RE FLIRTING AGAIN
user28: they look so good together, i might actually die
user29: EWWWW (god when will this happen to me)
user30: yall have been speculating so hard on the bird app the other day and they go and do this in front of our salad
user 31: i'm so happy for you!
alexandrasaintmleux: so i'm assuming no more red merch from now on?
yourusername: max has thrown every single ferrari merch out the window :D he banned me from using a red article of clothing ever again
maxverstappen1: You have to assert dominance, you know?
redbullracing: It's nice to have you on our side of the garage now @/yourusername!
yourusername: you really gave me a jumpscare with that notif, redbull admin
scuderiaferrari: And another one of our soldiers lost to the dark side...
yourusername: I'M SORRY, I'LL COME VISIT OFTEN THO. I STILL LOVE YOU
maxverstappen1: 😡😡😡
charles_leclerc: i'm so happy for you guys. i can finally stop hearing my sister in law complain about being single everytime i take her sister out
yourusername: HELLO? WHAT DO YOU MEAN SISTER IN LAW? WHERE IS THE RING?
alexandrasaintmleux: oh you really can't keep a secret to yourself, can you?
yourusername: HELLO? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? ANSWER MY TEXTS??????????????
user32: did i see charles accidentally post an engagement announcement without posting an engagement announcement...?
user33: IT'S A GOOD DAY FOR LESTAPPEN GIRLIES
user34: the comments section is on fire btw
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very short but sweet, thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this <3
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hotchshands · 19 hours ago
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for kinktober/cocktober hotch using his handcuffs on you? 😩😩😩 (i feel like her be so hesitant but the reader would be SUCH a whiny little bitch about it 🤭)
tyty <33 MWAH
How did you know I’m a slut for handcuffs🤭
Okay, so imagine it’s Halloween night, and Hotch dresses up as himself, basically because you and Jack begged him to join you all in some trick-or-treating. At the end of the night, Hotch has a surprise for you…
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"Come on, it's Halloween. You have to dress up!" you shout from the kitchen at Hotch, who is putting together his last-minute Halloween costume in the bedroom. The two of you have just started living together in Hotch's tiny apartment, so it was your first Halloween as a couple.
You and Jack were patiently waiting for Aaron to finish up. You were dressed up as a witch, and Jack was dressed up as Spider-Man. Things at the BAU have been crazy busy, so you and Aaron forgot to plan for Halloween. Jack, on the other hand, has had his costume for weeks now. Your costume was a backup for years like this when you forgot to plan a more elaborate costume.
Jack and you were nibbling on the Halloween cookies you all made when Aaron walked out of the bedroom and inside the kitchen. "Well, it's not much of a costume, but it's all I got," Hotch says, looking down at his costume. He was wearing his FBI vest, and a pair of handcuffs were attached to this belt.
"Cool! Let's go, Dad!" Jack said, putting down a cookie and pulling on Aaron's leg, eager to go trick-or-treating. You laughed at his response and accepted Aaron's lame attempt at Halloween, following the two out. On your way, you caught a glance at Aaron's butt in his tight pants. You've seen him dressed on the job, but it takes your breath away every time.
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After hours of trick-or-treating, you all decided to call it a night. Jack had gotten a bunch of candy but grew tired after a few hours, plus Hotch, and you were exhausted. By the time you stepped into the apartment, Jack was ready for bed.
While Hotch put Jack to bed, you cleaned up the house, ensuring all the candy was put away. After putting the boy to sleep, Hotch joined you in the kitchen. "I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. I think I'm gonna turn in," Hotch said.
You sighed, "Me too. Mind helping me get out of this costume?"
Hotch's brows raised at that. He knew you didn't mean it in a dirty way, but his mind went gutter diving. He approached you and leaned toward your ear, "I'm glad you asked. I've been thinking of getting you naked all night."
"Aaron!" you yelped in surprise.
He couldn't help but laugh, walking away down the hall and toward the bedroom. You smirked, turning off the lights before following him. When you reach your bedroom, you can see Aaron standing in front of the bed, still in costume. Seeing him in the vest gave you a boost of much-needed energy.
"So, officer, are you gonna help me?" you asked, walking toward Hotch slowly.
Hotch looked you over before placing his hands on your shoulders, "That depends. Have you been a bad girl?"
"Me?" you point to yourself, knowing you were the only two in the room. "Well, everyone knows that I'm a good girl, officer."
You could tell your words affected Aaron even though you've never called him "officer" before. He traced the fabric of your costume before ribbing the black dress. You were shocked, stunned, really. He never acted that eager ever. He was a very patient man, but tonight was different. He didn't wait for permission.
"Is that so?" he said, tilting your chin up. He removed the remains of the dress from your body, leaving you in your lingerie. He then moved a hand toward your center and felt a hint of wetness there. "Good girls aren't such filthy whores. Now turn around," he commanded.
You slowly turned around, unsure of his next move.
"You're under arrest for trying to seduce a federal officer," he says, handcuffing you.
The cuffs were tight against your wrists, making it impossible to use them in any capacity. "But, officer, please let me explain," you pleaded, playing in the fantasy.
"No need. I'm gonna teach you a lesson, sweetheart."
He tosses you toward the bed. Your chest falls on the mattress while your hands remain tied behind your back. You couldn't see him, but you could hear the sound of a zipper coming undone. The sound made you whine. Your fingers reach out to touch him but to no use. He slaps your ass, telling you to stop whining.
"Bad girls don't get to touch. Got it?"
He grabbed your throat and lifted it up as he pressed against you, his other hand holding onto the cuffs that tied your hands together. You hated that you couldn't see or touch him, but you ended up having the best Halloween [sex] ever.
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abbysimsfun · 1 day ago
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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 81 (The Mysterious Woman Returns)
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Just before sunrise, with Ash still in San Myshuno and Heather and Lavender asleep, Conrad got dressed. He checked to ensure the newly installed security cameras were working. As he stepped out, Gord whimpered quietly.
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Walking from Sable Square to the docks, he wasn't quite warm enough in his sweater and knit cap. Snow fell in wet clumps but he pressed downhill, keeping his hands in his pockets.
Fisherman's Wharf was always less busy this time of year, with too much ice in the bay for most fishing boats. And at this time of morning, the place was deserted, except for a few hardy seals who didn't mind the snow. That's why he'd agreed to meet here.
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"You came."
The voice cut through the whistling wind. Familiar. Detestable. He whipped around to face her for the first time in years. "What do you want, Ximena?"
"It's always been you, Conrad."
"Stop it. I'm serious. What do you want? Heather saw you outside our house. You've been texting me for months from different numbers."
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"I saw you put in those new security cameras. Protecting your family from little old me? You said you didn't want children when we were together."
"You hate kids! And I was happy with you until you cheated on me. Don't ever set foot on our property again. Stop calling me."
She laughed as his voice dropped to threaten her. "Conrad, you're such a good cop. To a fault. You'll never hurt me."
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"Stay away from my family." He clenched his fists both to fight the cold and keep himself calm.
"The boy is yours, too? You haven't been with that woman that long!"
"Back off, Ximena. Tell me what you want or I'll suggest San Myshuno PD reopen the Los Tigres file."
(This cartel is very bad news. Thank you @igglemouse for letting me write them into my story universe!)
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She started to sweat. "I'm sorry, but you wouldn't answer my texts."
"I blocked your last number for a reason, Xime."
"It's my brother. It's Rafa! He's missing."
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Conrad softened at the mention of her younger brother. He was just a kid when he and Ximena broke up, and Rafa's heart broke as much as Conrad's when Ximena cheated. "What do you mean 'missing'?"
"I mean he left for work a month ago and hasn't been seen since. I need you, Detective Gordon. Rafa needs you."
"Are you still doing 'what you're good at'?"
"No Conrad," she insisted. "The sheet on me is too long and my associates cut me off as a liability. Rafa had been in trouble a bit and he's all I have left. I was trying to make a life for both of us, like always! I was trying to start fresh, like you did."
"I'm not promising you anything, but this is for Rafa. If you don't stay away from everyone I care about, I'll bring you in myself. And don't call me. If I need something, I'll call you."
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When he returned home, Lavender was still sound asleep, but Heather was awake. "Where were you? I woke up and you were gone. I was about to call you."
"I just got a call about a suspect down at the docks. I didn't want to wake you."
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His half-truth seemed to appease her, but their hungry daughter's cries interrupted their conversation. His stomach twisted. She stopped her interrogation to change and feed their daughter, and Conrad tried to hide his nerves while he dressed for work. "I have to get to the station to look over some of this new information, see if it means anything."
She nodded, her attention refocused on their baby girl. "See you tonight. I love you."
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He smiled. "I love you, too."
He didn't want Ximena anywhere near the people he loved, and he resigned himself to find Rafa as quickly as possible to be rid of her again. At work, he searched for clues to Rafa's disappearance through the police database, dismayed to discover he'd taken a similar path to his sister.
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He wanted to help Rafa, but he was determined to keep Ximena and her circle far away from Heather and the kids. ->
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NOTE: San Myshuno PD wanted poster reads "Have you seen this sim? Rafael Bonilla, wanted on two counts of theft and arson. Help send this man behind bars, $25,000 reward."
NOTE 2: Several of you suspected this or called it outright, and I told you several shades of lies and deflections even though I wanted to give you all high fives. I'm sorry! She was a randomly generated townie sim from Selvadorada and she wandered too close to the Nesbitt-Gordon house. I made her active and gave her a whole backstory that will be revealed now that she's got Conrad looking for her younger brother and we know they once dated.
No one spotted her in Conrad's flashback, which is fair enough. I hid and disguised her better than I thought! But I sneakily revealed where they met, already:
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blackenedsnow · 2 days ago
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IT'S ME AGAIN. DON'T ASK. Please don't question why I'm here, I only have drama in mind, but I have a desire for action.
Singer!reader with Bodyguard!sss(silver, sonic, shadow) team, Reader, a popular singer, was constantly giving concerts and releasing a new album every year and continuing to be popular, but she had a problem singing and performing constantly and after the concert, her voice was constantly muffled/hoarse this always got worried the bodyguards. Reader also delayed them just saying "don't be that worried about it omg..!" like shes mean girl type, Of course, the triple guards know that and they know her well, so they can't/didn't say much. In fact singing was a strength of hers, the songs she sang hooked/obsessed the people and helped them to love her even more. That's the good thing of her power. The bad thing is, if she sings a violent and scary melody or song, it becomes reality, but she didn't know it..yet.
Suddenly she got shot a few bullets in her chest while singing one of those kind of songs, but she kept singing to hide her pain, then a few minutes later of disaster and massive pain she fell to the ground and fans started or tried to help her but the other mean guards didn't let them as the fans began to curse the mean guards as a massive fight begin around them as the main triple guards came to the concert and tried to help her but she was already dying...the triple guards tried to save her as they failed and she died at the concert.
A star who is popular again after 10 years attracts the attention of 3 guards or not anymore guards they were normal hero hedgehogs again. Silver was the first to notice it, then shadow and sonic noticed too but had she changed much? İ MEAN MUCH. She has red hair, red sun-like pupils and a black tight jumpsuit. She also has a beauty mark below her right eye. After 3 hedgehogs tried and managed to get her attention at the concert, she suddenly stopped the concert and wanted to meet privately with 3 hedgehogs.
After entering her own private room she sneeringly smiled and looked at them as they really thought she was a dead popstar but she was faking her dead the whole time trying to recreate her singing power as she began to explain more and answered their question.
I leave you the back questions and the made-up story, You can say anything you want about why she's been acting dead so far..
take care of yourself! ⭐
voice of power
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WARNING: Mentions of violence and injury, faked death
PAIRING: Sonic the Hedgehog x (Fem) Singer! Reader, Shadow the Hedgehog x (Fem) Singer! Reader, Silver the Hedgehog x (Fem) Singer! Reader,
NOTE: Hey there! I’m always excited to hear your ideas and write what inspires you! I’m here for it all. :)
SUMMARY: You’re a powerful, world-famous singer with a voice that captivates and obsesses the masses, backed by an elite team of bodyguards: Sonic, Shadow, and Silver. But behind the glamour and success, there’s a price to pay.
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The lights dimmed as you took center stage, basking in the deafening roar of the crowd. Their cheers, a familiar symphony of adoration, pumped through your veins like electricity. You flashed a confident smile as you gripped the microphone, your voice effortlessly weaving through the melody. Song after song, you captivated them, holding their hearts in the palm of your hand.
You were a sensation—a force of nature in the music world. No matter how many concerts you performed or albums you released, your popularity never waned. But tonight, like every other performance, the price for your talent was clear by the end.
As the final note echoed through the stadium, your voice, once powerful and sharp, had turned raspy and hoarse. You barely managed a breathy "thank you" before retreating backstage, leaving the crowd chanting your name in blissful ignorance of the strain you were under.
But your bodyguards? They knew.
Sonic was the first to greet you behind the curtain, his usual energetic smile slightly faltering when he saw the exhaustion on your face. “Another great show, huh?”
“Yeah, yeah,” you waved him off, your tone sharp but dismissive. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”
Silver and Shadow joined moments later, their expressions a little less carefree. Silver, always the worrier, frowned. “Are you sure you’re okay? Your voice—”
“It’s fine!” you snapped, rolling your eyes. “God, you guys worry too much. It’s just hoarse. Don’t be so dramatic.”
Shadow, standing a bit farther back, crossed his arms, his red eyes studying you in silence. He, more than the others, had learned not to push you when you were like this. It was your way of coping after all.
Sonic glanced at Shadow, but he didn’t argue. He knew better, too. You were their responsibility, yes, but they’d learned over time how to navigate your prickly exterior. Still, the hoarseness in your voice was becoming too common to ignore, and they all knew it.
“You’ve been doing this a lot lately,” Silver muttered, glancing at the others for support. “We’re just… worried.”
You sighed dramatically, grabbing a bottle of water and taking a long sip. “Well, stop worrying. I’m fine. You guys need to chill.”
There it was—that edge in your voice, the cool dismissal. You weren’t cruel, not really, but you had a way of pushing them back whenever they got too close. You’d built walls to keep them from prying into things you didn’t want to talk about—like how drained you felt after every concert, or how your throat burned after singing. They weren’t allowed to worry about you, not if you had any say in it.
But deep down, they couldn’t help it. Because they knew you—better than anyone else.
Still, they held back, even as concern tugged at them. This was your routine. After every show, your voice would be rough, and after every show, you’d tell them not to worry. But as your bodyguards, they couldn’t just ignore it.
Sonic, Silver, and Shadow exchanged glances, silently agreeing to let it go for now. You were strong, and they respected that, but they’d seen enough to know when something wasn’t right.
“You’ve got more performances coming up,” Sonic said after a moment, rubbing the back of his head. “Just… don’t overdo it, alright?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m not some fragile little flower, you know,” you replied, shrugging him off as you slung your bag over your shoulder. “I’ve got this under control.”
But they couldn’t shake the feeling that something was building, something you didn’t even realize. After all, they knew you weren’t just any singer. There was something different about you—something powerful about your voice that went beyond just captivating an audience.
And they feared that you might be playing with something you didn’t fully understand.
A few nights later, this specific night seemed perfect—just like every other concert. You were on stage, the crowd hanging on your every word, every note, just like always. The lights were bright, the music loud, and your voice—though a little strained—still commanded the room. But something felt different tonight.
The song you were performing wasn’t like your usual set. This one had a darker edge, a haunting melody that throbbed through the venue like a heartbeat. Your fans didn’t seem to mind, though. They were just as entranced as always, singing along, their faces lit with adoration.
But then, something snapped.
The first shot hit your chest before you even realized what was happening.
Pain. Sharp and all-consuming. It ripped through you, but you didn’t stop singing. You couldn’t. Your voice was your armor, your strength, and no matter what was happening, you couldn’t let the audience see you in pain. So you kept singing, your voice now layered with a hidden agony that none of them could sense—yet.
Another bullet. And another.
Your breath hitched, but the notes kept coming, your body trembling with the effort. The stage lights blurred in your vision, the sound of your voice fading under the roaring in your ears. You couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when all eyes were on you.
But the pain was unbearable.
It felt like your chest was on fire, the bullets lodged deep, your body betraying you. You clutched the microphone tighter, leaning into it for support as your legs began to give out. You didn’t care if it hurt. You didn’t care if—
Your knees buckled. The microphone slipped from your hand, and in a heartbeat, you hit the ground.
The crowd screamed.
Chaos erupted as the fans surged forward, trying to help you, but the security guards—a rougher, meaner bunch hired for the event—blocked their way, shoving people back. “Stay back!” they barked, their voices cold and unfeeling, as if they didn’t care that you were lying there, bleeding out in front of thousands of people.
The fans shouted, some of them screaming your name, others cursing the guards. Fists flew, and soon a full-blown riot broke out. The guards pushed back harder, forming a barrier around you as the concert dissolved into madness.
But you could barely see it anymore.
The pain was overwhelming, blurring the edges of your vision as blood pooled beneath you. The world spun, and your breath came in shallow gasps. The sounds around you—shouts, screams, the clashing of bodies—faded into the background.
Suddenly, through the haze, you saw them. Sonic, Shadow, and Silver were pushing through the chaos, their eyes locked on you. They moved fast, faster than you’d ever seen them, but it didn’t matter. You knew it was too late.
By the time they reached you, your chest was heaving, every breath a struggle. Sonic dropped to his knees beside you, his usual smile nowhere to be found. “Hey… hey, we’re here. You’re gonna be okay,” he said, though his voice wavered.
Shadow was already checking your wounds, his expression grim, while Silver hovered nearby, panic clear in his wide eyes.
But you knew. You could feel the life draining out of you, the strength that had always been there slipping through your fingers. You tried to speak, tried to tell them something—anything—but your voice was gone, replaced by a weak gurgle.
It was too late.
The world was already fading, the pain dulling as your body went cold. You could feel yourself slipping away, the noise of the concert—of the chaos—growing distant.
And then… just like that, you were gone.
Ten years had passed since the tragic night when your life was cut short on stage. The music world had mourned, and your three former bodyguards—Sonic, Shadow, and Silver—had each gone back to their roles as heroes. They tried to move on, but losing you had left a mark on each of them, a wound that never fully healed.
That was why, when Silver saw you again, standing under the bright lights of a new concert stage, his heart nearly stopped.
It wasn’t just the resemblance—it was you. He knew it, deep in his gut, despite the changes. You were different, transformed, but still undeniably you.
“Is that—” Silver muttered, wide-eyed, as he stared at the screen showing the concert.
Shadow, sitting nearby, followed Silver’s gaze. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the screen, a flicker of recognition flashing in his sharp red eyes. “It can’t be…”
But it was. Sonic, who had just walked into the room, caught sight of the broadcast and froze. “No way…” His usual carefree tone was gone, replaced by shock.
The three of them stared at the screen, watching in stunned silence as you moved across the stage, your presence commanding as always, but now with an even more magnetic pull. You hadn’t just changed physically—you were more powerful, more captivating than ever.
“I thought she was dead,” Sonic whispered, his voice barely audible.
Silver was the first to move, grabbing his jacket and heading for the door. “We need to get to that concert.”
Shadow and Sonic exchanged a glance before following. They didn’t know how it was possible, but if you were back, they needed answers. And more than anything, they needed to see you again.
At the concert venue, the crowd was mesmerized by your performance. Every note you sang seemed to wrap around their minds, drawing them in deeper with every passing second. But your attention wasn’t on the audience—it was on the three familiar faces you’d spotted in the crowd.
Silver. Shadow. Sonic.
It had been years since you’d seen them, but the moment their eyes met yours, you knew it was time. You couldn’t continue the charade any longer.
Without warning, you stopped mid-song. The band fell silent, and the audience, confused and murmuring, watched as you raised a hand to signal the end of the concert.
“I want to meet three people,” you announced, your voice echoing through the venue. “Backstage. Now.”
The crowd erupted in whispers, confused but curious. The three hedgehogs were just as surprised, but they didn’t hesitate. Guided by a mix of disbelief and anticipation, they made their way backstage.
Once inside the privacy of your room, the atmosphere grew heavier. You leaned against the back of a lavish chair, your sun-like eyes gleaming with amusement as you looked over the three hedgehogs before you. For years, they had believed you were dead. The memory of that night, the blood, the chaos—it had been seared into their minds. And now here you stood, alive, and more powerful than ever.
A sneering smile curled at your lips as you crossed your arms, eyes flicking between them. “You really thought I was dead, huh?” You chuckled darkly. “You have no idea.”
Sonic’s fists clenched at his sides, confusion and shock flashing in his emerald eyes. “You died. We saw it happen. How… how are you standing here like nothing happened?”
Silver was quieter, still processing, while Shadow’s sharp gaze hadn’t left your face, his body rigid with tension as he waited for an explanation.
You straightened up, pushing off the chair and taking a slow step forward, your voice turning cold and calculated. “It was all a lie. Every single bit of it. I faked my death that night on stage.”
The silence that followed was suffocating. None of them spoke for a long moment, the weight of your words hanging in the air.
“Why?” Shadow asked, his voice low, almost growling. His red eyes were locked onto yours, demanding an answer.
You smiled again, this time more bitter than amused. “Because I had to. That night, when those bullets hit me, I realized something. My voice… it wasn’t just a talent. It was a weapon. A power. And I didn’t understand how to control it.” You took a deep breath, letting the gravity of your words sink in. “Every song I sang, every note I hit, could change the world around me. If I sang a sad song, the people listening would become depressed. If I sang something violent…”
Sonic flinched at the memory, recalling how the audience had descended into chaos after you were shot.
“I could have caused a disaster,” you continued, pacing slowly as you spoke. “That’s what was happening the night I ‘died.’ The bullets, the riot—it wasn’t just bad luck. It was me. My voice made it happen. I sang a violent song, and it became reality.”
Silver’s eyes widened, piecing things together. “So… you faked your death to stop it? To stop hurting people?”
You nodded. “Yes. After that night, I knew I wasn’t safe to be around anyone. My powers were too unstable, too dangerous. I couldn’t risk more people getting hurt. So I disappeared. For ten years, I’ve been hiding, working on controlling my abilities, on recreating them in a way that I can harness them—without all the chaos.”
Sonic’s face was twisted with a mix of emotions, hurt and anger mixing together. “Why didn’t you tell us? We could’ve helped you. We thought you were gone forever!”
You looked away for a moment, guilt flickering across your features before hardening again. “Because I didn’t need your help. I needed time. Alone. You wouldn’t have understood what I was trying to do. I had to figure it out on my own.”
Shadow, silent until now, stepped forward, his voice steely. “And now? What’s changed? You’ve revealed yourself again. Why?”
Your lips curled into a dark smile once more, your red eyes glowing as you met his gaze. “Because I’ve perfected it. I’ve mastered my voice. I’ve become more powerful than ever before. And now… it’s time for me to reclaim the world I left behind. I’m not the same popstar you used to protect. I’m something more.”
Silver frowned, his voice quiet but filled with concern. “But what about the danger? What if it happens again?”
You tilted your head slightly, your smile fading as you looked at him. “That’s the thing, Silver. It won’t happen again. Because now, I’m in control. I can decide who lives, who loves, who fights… and who dies.”
The room fell silent again, the weight of your words sinking in. You were no longer the person they once knew. You were something far more dangerous—and far more powerful.
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Shadows of the Sacred
father charlie x detective!reader
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summary: what begins as a case for y/n takes a turn to something far more difficult for y/n to resist
I still came to the church the next day. Last night lingering in the back of my mind. His lips against mine, his body pressed against me, and his strong arms wrapped around my body.
After his sermon he asked me to stay to talk. I stood in the hallway waiting for him. Father Charlie stood before me, the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders. "Y/n," he began, his voice filled with remorse, "I need to apologize for what happened between us. I know I crossed a line that I should never have approached. As a priest, my vow is to serve and protect, and I failed in that duty."
I looked at him, my emotions a mix of confusion and hurt. "Father Charlie," I replied softly, "I don't understand why you do it. You're supposed to be someone I can trust completely."
He took a deep breath, struggling to find the right words. "I know, and I'm deeply sorry. But I can't deny that I still have feelings for you. It's something I have to wrestle with every day. I want to be there for you, to support you, but I also need to respect the boundaries of my vow."
"This is all so confusing for me. I need time to think about everything."
Father Charlie nodded, his heart heavy. "I understand. Take all the time you need. Just know that I'm here, and I want to find a way for us to move forward, even if it's just as friends."
He stalked over to me brushing a strand behind my ear. He leaned down whispering in my ear. “Was that enough time to think.” I tried not to smile looking up into his eyes. “Charlie you know it’s wrong”
“I know that, why do you think my backs that way?” I pause for a moment. “you did that to yourself?” “I have to punish myself for my sins” “then what’s the point of-“ he cuts me off by leaning closer into me our breaths lingering. Making my heartbeat go faster. We heard footsteps and he pulled quick away from me looking for any bystanders. Must have been an echo because no one was there. But when I turned back around Charlie was gone.
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Sister Megan rushed up to me, her words spilling out in a frantic stream. "Oh my goodness, have you heard about the murders? It's all anyone can talk about! I can't believe this is happening here. If you know anything I’d love to talk It's so scary!"
Me, keeping my undercover identity intact, tried to stay calm. "Yeah, I've heard some things. It's pretty unsettling."
Megan didn't seem to notice my attempt at composure and continued rambling. "I mean, who would do such a thing? And why here? It's just crazy! I don't know what to think anymore. Do you think we're safe?"
I nodded, trying to reassure her. "I'm sure the authorities are doing everything they can. We just need to stay alert and look out for each other."
Megan sighed, clearly not picking up on my subtle hints. "I guess you're right. It's just so hard not be so intrigued. Anyway, if you hear anything, let me know, okay?"
I managed a small smile. "Of course, Sister. I'll keep my ears open."
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Father Charlie and me had been meeting secretly for weeks, our forbidden relationship adding a thrilling edge to our encounters. Tonight, we found ourselves in the dimly lit chapel, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on the ancient stone walls.
We stood close, whispering softly to each other, the tension between us palpable. My heart raced as Father Charlie gently took my hand, his eyes filled with a mix of affection and concern.
"We have to be careful," he murmured. "If anyone finds out..."
"I know," y/n replied, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "But I can't stay away from you."
Just as we leaned in for a tender kiss, the sound of footsteps echoed through the chapel. We quickly pulled apart, my heart pounding. A nun appeared at the entrance, her stern gaze sweeping the room.
"Father Charlie, are you here?" she called out, her voice echoing off the walls.
Father Charlie cleared his throat, stepping forward to meet her. "Yes, Sister Megan. Is there something you need?"
I held my breath, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible. The nun's eyes briefly flickered towards me, but she seemed to accept Father Charlie's explanation that he was simply praying.
"Very well," Sister Megan said, her tone softening. "I didn't mean to disturb you. Goodnight, Father."
"Goodnight, Sister," he replied, watching her leave.
Once the nun was out of sight, I let out a sigh of relief. Father Charlie turned back to me, his expression a mix of relief and lingering worry.
"That was too close," he said, pulling me into a tight embrace.
"I know," I whispered, resting my head against his chest. "But we're safe for now."
We stayed like that for a moment, savoring the closeness and the quiet of the chapel. Despite the risks.
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Charlie, with his calm demeanor and kind heart towards me, still had no idea that I was a detective. He believed that I worked a regular 9-to-5 job, completely unaware of the dangerous world I navigated daily.
Our evenings together were a stark contrast to my work life. We often met at his small room in the monastery tucked away from prying eyes. Charlie would talk about his day at the church, the people he helped, and the passion he had for being a priest. I would listen intently, my heart warming at his passion for the church.
One evening, as we walked through the convent, my phone buzzed with a message from my partner at the precinct. I quickly glanced at it and slipped the phone back into my pocket, hoping Charlie hadn't noticed. But he did.
"Everything okay?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern.
"Yeah, just a friend checking in," I replied, forcing a smile.
Charlie nodded, accepting her answer, but a part of him sensed there was more to her life than she let on. He admired her strength and independence, but he couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something significant.
As we continued out walk, I felt a pang of guilt. She wanted to tell Charlie the truth, to let him in on my real life, but I feared it would change everything. I cherished the simplicity of our relationship, the way he looked at me with pure affection, untainted by the harsh realities of my job.
Later that night, as he kissed me in bed, Charlie took my hand in his. "You know, whatever it is you're not telling me, I'm here for you. You can trust me."
My heart ached with the weight of my secret. I looked into Charlie's eyes, seeing the genuine care and love he had for me. "I know, Charlie. And I promise, when the time is right, I'll tell you everything."
Charlie smiled, squeezing my hand gently. "I'll be here, waiting." He said continuing kissing down my neck
For now, our secret relationship remained just that—a secret. But I knew that one day, I would have to reveal my true identity to the man I was falling deeply in love with and have to end it.
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Father Charlie was in y/n apartment, waiting for her to come back from a quick errand. As he idly looked around, he noticed a folder partially hidden under a stack of books on her desk. Curiosity got the better of him, and he pulled it out. The folder was labeled with y/ns name and contained detailed notes about the recent murder case, notes that only someone on the inside would have.
His heart sank as he read through the documents. It became clear that y/n was not just a concerned parishioner but an undercover detective. The realization hit him hard; she had been using their relationship to gather information for her investigation.
When I returned from the station, I found Charlie standing by my desk, the folder in his hands. Shit. "Charlie, what are you doing?" I asked, her voice tinged with panic.
"I found this," he said, holding up the folder. "Why didn't you tell me you were working on this case as a detective?"
My eyes widened in surprise and guilt. "Charlie, I can explain..."
But Charlie cut her off, his voice tinged with hurt. "I thought you were here because you cared, not because you were using me to solve a fucking case. How could you?"
I took a deep breath. "Charlie, I do care. I didn't mean to deceive you. I just didn't know how to tell you. My feelings for you are real."
Charlie shook his head, the pain evident in his eyes. "I trusted you, y/n. I thought what we had was real. Now, I don't know what to believe."
The room fell silent as the weight of the revelation settled between us, leaving our love hanging in the balance.
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teamrocketmemes · 3 days ago
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Big Time Rush Sentence Starter — BTR
This is a sentence starter from Big Time Rush’s first album: BTR. It includes all the songs, including the bonus tracks (but no repeat songs that are remixes or the same song with a featured artist).
TIL I FORGET ABOUT YOU
“Like my heart, you were breaking the news.”
“All my friends are gonna see me tonight.”
“I swear I'll do anything that I have to 'til I forget about you.”
“I thought I'd be here on my own.”
“Since you left, I don't wait by the phone.”
“See I'm fine, no I don't need nobody else.”
“Can I get a what now?”
“Spending money like you don't mean a thing.”
BOYFRIEND
“Have you ever had the feeling you're drawn to someone?”
“And I can't believe that you're alone.”
“Knock me down, you know I'm coming right back.”
“Let me take a little moment to find the right words.”
“I don't know what kind of guy that you prefer.”
“But I know I gotta put myself forward.”
“See I think I got the kind of love that you deserve.”
“I don't care at all what you done before.”
“If you tell me where, I'm waiting here.”
CITY IS OURS
“We ready to get down to business.”
“It's packed from wall to wall.”
“Here they come, it's almost time.”
“Because the night is young.”
“Tonight the city is ours.”
“Everybody said we were dreaming.”
“Still far, but we're that much closer.”
“And there ain't no way that we're leaving.”
“Feel the rush, now hit the lights.”
“It's destiny calling.”
NOTHING EVEN MATTERS
“There ain't nothing they can do that can tear us apart.”
“When we're together, baby, anything goes.”
“And we don't even need to prove what we feel in our hearts.”
“This wall we built together, there ain't no way of knocking it over.”
“It's like the sound goes off and the people all freeze.”
“They disappear and it's just you and me.”
“Forget about our problems and forget about our past.”
“I've seen the future and I know we're gonna last.”
WORLDWIDE
“Wait a minute before you tell me anything, how was your day?”
“Did I awake you out of your dreams?”
“There's something 'bout the sound of your voice.”
“We'll pick up right where we left off.”
“And I can hardly take another goodbye.”
“You're the one that I'm waiting on.”
“Yes, I may meet a million pretty girls that know my name.”
“But don't you worry ‘cause you have my heart.”
“The show must go on so I need you to be strong.”
“No, there ain't no one better.”
HALFWAY THERE
“You just don't get what you want.”
“Then we turn around and see we've come so far somehow.”
“We're looking good now.”
“And nothing's gonna get in the way.”
“Seems like going a distance is unrealistic.”
“So we take what comes, and we keep on going.”
“How you ever gonna reach the stars if you never get off the ground?”
BIG NIGHT
“Oh, it's gonna be a big night.”
“We're gonna party like it's the end of the world.”
“We're gonna get dressed up for the time of our lives.”
“I need a pick me up round.”
“DJ take me away.”
“I'm on another level.”
“1, 2, 3, call your boys and girls.”
“We're gonna have a good time.”
OH YEAH
“So, tell me who am I supposed to be?”
“If I run away tonight, will you follow me?”
“I see you standing there all alone.”
“Say anything you want, I turn the music up.”
“I'd leave it all behind to be with you tonight.”
“And now it's time, I gotta make a move.”
“'Cause life's too short, and we got nothing to lose.”
“I can't seem to get you out of my mind.”
COUNT ON YOU
“Now I'm about to give you my heart.”
“I've never been in love before.”
“I heard love is dangerous.”
“Once you fall, you never get enough.”
“What would I wanna do that for?”
“Thought I found someone I thought I finally could adore.”
“But I'm willing to put my trust you.”
“Anything I'm doing girl I'll drop it for you.”
“I promise to be careful from the start.”
“I'm trustin' you with lovin' me.”
“Never been so vulnerable.”
“Yeah, you gotta go easy on me.”
I KNOW YOU KNOW
“Maybe you could be the one.”
“But what if you're my soulmate?”
“We could be a thing.”
“I know you know we know.”
“Tell me that you're mine.”
“I got your heart thumping.”
“You know this ain't me at all.”
“I've never felt so sure.”
“So let's party like it's '99.”
BIG TIME RUSH
“Don't look back, don't hesitate.”
“Never quit, make it real.”
“Go and make your luck with the life you choose.”
“So ya gotta live it big time..”
“Gotta go big time.”
“Change the world over night.”
“Every light is shining now.”
“You and I, gonna make a brand new sound.”
“Now our feet are off the ground.”
“All the pretty people see you walking in the sunshine.”
STUCK
“'Cause I'm always tongue tied.”
“If you could read my mind.”
“Then all your doubts would be left behind.”
“And I would scream to the world.”
“They would see, you're my girl.”
“'Cause I don't wanna keep you guessing.”
“It keeps you running through my mind.”
“Just stick around and you'll realize.”
“I'm over the chances wasted.”
“You keep me bottled up inside.”
“But I always end up getting stuck.”
FAMOUS
“Do you want to ride in a big limousine?”
“If you wanna be discovered…”
“You wanna be the one who's living the life.”
“You wanna be the one who's taking a free ride.”
“Do you want to cut to the front of the line?”
“Baby, do you need to see your name in lights just like the Hollywood sign?”
“It's the American dream.”
“You wanna be famous.”
“The camera's on and it never lies.”
“Twenty-four seven til the end of time.”
“Your song is on the radio.”
“Thinking big ain't failed you yet.”
“Takes more than just wanting it.”
“Give your all, never less.”
ANY KIND OF GUY
“Here I am, there you are, why does it seem so far?”
“Next to you is where I should be.”
“Maybe I could see what you see.”
“I gotta keep on believing that everything takes time.”
“If you're staying or leaving, I'll follow your lead.”
“Any kind of guy you want, girl, that's the guy I'll be.”
“You decide, it's alright.”
“Then you say that it's time to go.”
“Anything to get next to you.”
“If it's wrong, I'll try something new.”
“Don't look away, 'cause I'm here to stay.”
THIS IS OUR SOMEDAY
“And everyday feels like the other.”
“Maybe now is our best chance”
“Just look at the world as an apple.”
“Someday we will work it out.”
“Someday is like here and now.”
“Will the spotlight shine on me.”
“I missed the opportunity.”
“Its not that far to go.”
“Cause if we never trap it, we will never really know.”
“Cause this is our someday.”
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atinyslittleworld · 11 hours ago
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The Void Series
Hongjoong | Seonghwa | Yunho | Yeosang | San | Mingi | Wooyoung | Jongho
Summary: After a painful encounter with her boyfriend, Y/N seeks solace in the arms of her best friend, Wooyoung
Word Count: 1,2k
Genre: angst, hurt, comfort, friends-to-lovers
Warnings: domestic abuse, physical violence, comfort through intimacy
Y/N had always known that she could count on Wooyoung. They'd been best friends for years, sharing secrets, dreams, and moments of laughter. Wooyoung was her rock, the person she could always turn to, no matter the situation. But tonight, as she stood trembling outside his apartment door, she needed him more than ever.
The cool night air did nothing to soothe her burning skin, where her boyfriend's hand had struck. She hadn't wanted to believe it the first time it happened. He had apologized, promising it would never happen again, swearing that he loved her. But it had happened again, and this time, there was no going back.
Her tears fell freely as she knocked on Wooyoung's door. It was late, but she knew he would answer. He always did.
Within seconds, the door swung open, revealing a worried-looking Wooyoung. His expression changed from concern to alarm the moment he saw her tear-streaked face.
"Y/N? What happened?" he asked, his voice laced with urgency as he gently pulled her inside, shutting the door behind her.
She couldn't speak at first, only clinging to him as sobs wracked her body. Wooyoung held her close, his heart breaking at the sight of his best friend in so much pain.
"Tell me," he whispered softly, guiding her to the couch where they sat down. "What did he do to you?"
Through choked sobs, Y/N finally found her voice. "He... he slapped me, Wooyoung. Again. Just like before."
Wooyoung's grip tightened around her, his jaw clenching as anger bubbled up inside him. His eyes darkened with rage, a fire igniting that he struggled to control. He couldn't believe someone could hurt Y/N like this, that someone could even think of laying a hand on her. His mind raced with thoughts of what he wanted to do to her boyfriend—no, her ex-boyfriend now.
But before he could react, Y/N reached out, placing her hand on his chest, her touch grounding him. "Wooyoung, please... don't leave me. I don't want to be alone right now. I need you here... with me."
Her words were like a plea, and Wooyoung's anger subsided, replaced by a fierce protectiveness. He looked into her eyes, seeing the vulnerability and pain there. She needed comfort, not more anger.
"I'm here," he promised, his voice softening as he cupped her face in his hands, careful not to touch the tender spot where her boyfriend had struck her. "I'm not going anywhere."
Y/N leaned into his touch, closing her eyes as she let his warmth envelop her. "I want to forget," she whispered. "I want to erase his touch, everything he did. Make me forget, Wooyoung. Please."
His heart ached at her words, but he understood. He knew what she needed from him—something more than just friendship tonight. Wooyoung nodded, his gaze never leaving hers as he leaned in to kiss her softly. It was a kiss filled with tenderness, a silent vow that he would never hurt her like that.
As their kisses deepened, Wooyoung guided Y/N gently onto the couch, his hands roaming her body with a reverence that made her feel cherished, loved. He wanted to erase every painful memory, every trace of her ex, and replace it with something good, something pure.
"Nobody will ever touch you like he did," Wooyoung murmured against her skin, his voice laced with emotion as he continued to shower her with gentle kisses. "I swear to you, Y/N. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."
Y/N's breath hitched as his words sunk in, and for the first time that night, she felt safe. She felt loved.
As the night wore on, they found solace in each other's arms, Wooyoung's touch healing the wounds left by her ex. Every kiss, every caress was a promise that she would never have to face such pain again. And as they held each other close, Y/N knew that she had made the right choice in coming to him.
Because with Wooyoung, she wasn't just safe—she was loved, cherished, and protected. And she knew in her heart that he would keep that promise, no matter what.
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youssefguedira · 1 year ago
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so so so so scared
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byanyan · 3 months ago
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finally going through my likes to collect all the asks i've wanted to reply to since fucking april to add them into my drafts
i'm. i'm trying to at least start getting my shit together here. i've felt the strong urge to give writing a shot since yesterday, so. i'm gonna see about potentially doing some tonight? maybe?? still teetering on the edge of falling into Bad Thoughts when i let my mind wander too far, so idk how long the attempt will last or if it'll be successful, but.
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machidielontheway · 1 year ago
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hm. accidentally made mead ??
#3615 my life#actually it may be just a step before mead but like. it's still mead#which i thought was more than fermented honey but no it's just that and some stuff from flavor#'put the honey in cold or lukewarm water in order to not kill the bacteries'#ma'am they've been boiled and they're still alive and thriving#so the explanation is that i very often not finished my tea#which actually contains zero tea. just water honey lemon juice and ginger-lemon-honey bits (infusion pour les français)#and i use metals bottle now so that shit is screwed up tight after the 'oxygen period'#so often when i don't finish it and forget about it for coughs hours it will have...#in my mind like milk left over the night. the taste change and is weird and there's a little bit of gaz when opening the bottle#this time i just left it uuuh a few days. unopened.#and tonight i remembered that i do not have a good track with bottles half filled left unopened for too long#and i did well because the top did nearly come out of my hand when opening it because of the gaz pressure#wait with the lemon maybe it's not mead...it appears there's three kind of fermentation#i'm a bit sad i don't like fermentated things because apparently it's VERY good for the guts#which i have zero problem with. i could eat cement. but just in case you know ?#maybe my body makes me dislike fermentated stuff because i've got all the peeps i need down there for everything to work well#anyway. down the drain it went. don't like fermentation don't like alcohol
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spocksbedsidemanner · 1 month ago
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#I'm just gonna pretend it's entirely a generational thing and that it is not cringe to wear mask (with jewelry!) to a wedding#I'm going to my cousin's wedding in October (sister and i are the hosts of the wedding so are actually going 2 days early to help)#and as I've been hospitalized THREE FUCKING TIMES after attending family events/seeing family the past year#I'm not going to attend without wearing masks everywhere!!#i mean.. i already do#i barely go anywhere and if i do i always wear a mask#but it's FAMILY that keeps sending me to the ER#and this is gonna not just be our family (specifically the side that sent me to the ER the first time!) but her fiancé's family as well#so like. i think I'm pretty justified in wearing masks.#i do want it to look pretty tho so I'm planning on wearing one of the ones i made which has a pretty pattern#and then recently i was like 'i wanna zush it up a bit' and i ordered a face chain and a glasses chain#and am hoping to use the old jewelry making stuff from hs to make a pretty drapey thing to go over my mask#and i was at my grandma's tonight bc she's hemming my dress and i showed her the chains i ordered and she was like#'you're not gonna wear a MASK?' and I'm like 'yeah i don't like going to the hospital' and she's like 'oh good i thought you were going#to wear a mask to the wedding' and i go 'yeah i am...' and the conversation moved on to other things but ughhhhhhhhhh i hate that#i love my grandma but omg i am IMMUNOSUPPRESSED and have had to spend LOTS OF MONEY on hospital stays last May Dec & April#and i really don't enjoy??? feeling like I'm gonna pass out from sitting up????? it's not pleasant being propped up going to the er and#getting poked and scanned and all that shit????#bleh#anyways wanted to complain to the void#my mom would defend me...#and my cousin's mice and her mom is literally a nurse SHE'S not gonna mind me wearing a mask to her wedding...#so yeah hello void take my feelings for me imma go look at all the wonderful weird things on my dash#bedside manner personal#bedside rambles
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violetsareblue-selfships · 4 months ago
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good morning!! <3333
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ghostsprincess · 7 days ago
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I can't stop thinking about Ghost being a better boyfriend than your ex, even without establishing that title....
This is a continuation of part one.
warning: mention domestic abuse
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Simon was there every night you worked. You never gave him your schedule, but he'd show up and settle onto one of the stools like clockwork. Soap often joined him, and while they carried on like always, you knew Simon's gaze lingered on your body. You could practically feel the weight as you took drink orders and pulled pints. It wasn't unwelcome. In fact, it made everything easier knowing you weren't alone if your ex dared show his face.
When your shifts ended, Simon would walk you back to your new place. The one time you insisted he didn't need to do that, he grunted and said, "What if I want to?"
You didn't mention it again. Instead you got into a routine of giving him a fifteen minute warning when your shift was going to end, and you'd head out into the cold night with him at your side. He was mostly quiet while you chatted about whatever was on your mind. When you'd ask him about himself, he'd reroute the conversation back to you. Then he would wait while you unlocked your door and stepped inside.
You always had the urge to invite him in, but you were taking up so much of his time already. And what would you do with him anyway? This hulking military man with kind eyes? 
You thanked him and gave him a little wave before ducking inside, and you knew he always waited until he heard the sound of your door locking before he left. 
"Y' alright, love?" he asked one night when you were starting to feel particularly good about yourself again. Your split lip had healed which required less makeup. You felt stronger for having left your ex in the dust. You were wearing a new top that made you feel sexy.
"Yeah. I'm alright, Simon. I feel really good, actually."
You served him a drink and refused to let him pay. You really ought to make him stop tipping you at this rate. He was doing so much for you and getting nothing in return. He was doing all of the boyfriend duties just as he had promised, but he never so much as touched you other than the occasional hand hold.
What if you wanted more?
He broke into your thoughts as he said, "I can tell. Ya' been smiling more. Almost ready to go?"
Tonight you felt like you were floating along the dirty sidewalk with your hand tucked in Simon's massive paw. He was keeping you warm without doing anything, and he listened to your nervous rambling as you tried your best to work up your courage. But the two of you reached your front door all too quickly.
"Get inside," he said, voice deep and tender in spite of the command. "An' lock up."
When he started to pull his hand away, you didn't let him. And you didn't budge when one of his eyebrows inched higher. "Not quite yet," you whispered, toe tapping the cement step you were standing on which put you slightly closer to him in height. "I have to tell you something."
Simon's lips pressed together in a tight line, and his chin dipped in a slight nod. "I need to tell ya' something, too. Just don't want to."
"What?" you asked immediately, the lightness you'd been feeling instantly replaced with a lead brick inside you.
"I'm leaving. Late tomorrow night. Not until after I make sure ya' get home from the pub."
"Leaving?" you whispered, heart pounding faster. He was in the military. Some sort of special mission involvement. You knew that much. And you could read between the lines to know that someone who looked and behaved like he did was probably about to risk his life, not for the first time. "Simon, where are you going?" you asked with tears in your eyes even though you figured he wouldn't be able to tell you.
Simon shook his head, his lips curling into a soft smile. It was a rare sight, and it made you dizzy. "Pretty little thing like you shouldn't be worried 'bout me." You wanted to tell him you would be. You'd worry nonstop until you saw him again. You'd come to rely on him, but mostly you liked how you felt when he was around. "There'll be someone to walk ya' home from work every night. I can promise that."
You wanted to lean in and kiss him, but instead you threw your arms around his neck. He was so solid and warm, and the scrape of his facial hair on your cheek was somehow comforting. "But I'll see you tomorrow, right?" you asked, voice breaking on a sob.
"I'll see ya' tomorrow, love."
He didn't move an inch as you extracted yourself, and the sound of his receding footsteps could only be heard once you'd locked yourself inside.
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Part three
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lxnarphase · 10 months ago
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━━ ❝ come and put your name on it ❞
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special treatment : lap edition
☾₊‧⁺...ft. : gojo satoru + geto suguru + nanami kento + fushiguro toji + hakari kinji
☾₊‧⁺...cw : cockwarming, somnophilia, dirty talk, grinding + dry humping, fingerfucking, overstimulation, praise kink, edging, oral fixation, satoru's silly pet names, suguru being smug, kento being a desperate man, toji being toji, kinji being a bully
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✧ g. satoru : sometimes gojo knows he fucks you too good to the point you can't think after, something he brags about to you all the time. but when you snuggle up to him, still stuffed with his cock and warm with his cum, he can't help but run his hands all over you. and when he realizes you fell asleep on his dick, his heart squeezes and his cock throbs hard.
"pretty angel, did you fall asleep? oh, that's just precious...you're making my heart squeeze, i wish i had my phone, you look so cute like this." "did you say my name? dreaming about me? god, you're so precious, i could just fuck you like this...shit, don't fuckin' squeeze on me like that, are you having a wet dream right now? god, i love you so fucking much." "aww, my little mochi is so cute! look at youuu, you're gushin' all over the place. messy fucking pussy too small to keep my cock and all my cum inside you." "mm, fuck, pretty thing. you wakin' up? hi pretty girl...oooh, fuck, d-did you just cum? holy fuck, c'mon, baby, on your back, lemme fuck you, princess, let 'toru make you cum again, yeah?”
✧ g. suguru : suguru's softly cooing at you when you sleepily walk into the living room, whining to him that you had a dream and you wanted him to 'fix the problem he caused.' all he can do is just chuckle at how childish and bratty you can be as his hands are moving up and down your sides while he grinds up into you.
"you're such a brat, you know that right? always blaming me for your dreams. it's not my fault you can't stop thinking about how good i fuck you." "hmm? ooh, i see...you keep having dreams of me cumming inside you, hm? are you trying to say something, princess? d'you want me to start breeding you?" "i didn't say stop moving, did i? or do you need me to do all the work? heh, so spoiled, i've spoiled you absolutely rotten." "i know, but just cum once like this, won't you? if you do, i promise i'll fill your cute pussy with my cum, okay? mhm, promise, princess, i'll give you what you need."
✧ n. kento : nanami loves having you close to him, especially when you sit in his lap. it lets him nuzzle his nose into your neck, pressing little kisses where he can while your legs are spread over his strong thighs, his thick fingers leisurely pumping in and out of your needy hole, chuckling against your skin whenever you jolt.
"honey, have i mentioned how gorgeous you are? you look so beautiful like this...spread open and wanting, just for me." "you're sucking my fingers in so well. look at that...do you think you can take a third?" "it's so messy. look at what you've done to my fingers, honey, they're soaked. clean them off for me, i want you to taste yourself before i put them back in. maybe tonight we can make you squirt, hm? do you wanna try, darling?" "you think you're going to cum again? poor thing, your little cunt is so greedy, she just wants to cum over and over again on my fingers...is my cock not good enough for you, mm? aww, don't pout, i'm just teasing you, darling." "i know, i know, it's too much, but you can take it. be my good girl, just take it and keep cumming until you can't anymore."
✧ f. toji : sitting on toji's lap is, in his mind, an invitation for him to run his hands all over you. his cock is already hard in his sweats, but he's subdued the second you get comfortable and slowly grind against him, groaning when you press sweet kisses into his neck.
"tch, are you gonna let me fuck your thighs t'night? pretty please? yeah, that's right, i'm askin' nicely. why? don't play stupid, doll, you know what they do to me." "shit...keep moving those hips, sweetheart, you feel so fuckin' good like this." "god, i can feel that pretty pussy leaking through my sweats. big bad toji make you that fuckin' wet, mama? y'like grinding that clit on my dick through my pants? dirty fucking girl." "mmh, you keep tugging my hair like that and I'm not even gonna take you to the bedroom, i will fuck you into this damn couch, woman.” "listen here, wifey, I'll wreck your cunt until you can't think about anything but me inside you. hell, I'll ruin this stupid couch in the process, i don't give a fuck about stainin' it."
✧ h. kinji : when you sit on kinji's lap, it's when he's watching a fight on tv. you can tell it's not going how he wants it to go, the toothpick between his teeth being gnawed on. when you make eye contact with him, he just raises an eyebrow, one of his hands squeezing your hip.
"cupcake, do me a favor and get on my dick before i get up and give us a reason to get a new tv." "hey, hey, don't move yet, let me see if he lands this punch...don't whine like that before i put my fingers in that pretty little mouth t' shut you up." "you always squeeze so tight when i press down on your tongue like this...pretty thing likes that shit, doesn't she? go on, fuck yourself on my dick while you drool all on my fingers like a slut." "mm, shit, baby, i can't focus on that bullshit fight, lemme help you. yeah, thaaaat's it, let your boy fuck you nice and deep, make ya cream, juuuust like this."
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salemlunaa · 1 month ago
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"OH WELL, IM NOT GONNA BE HERE FOR LONG, IM GONNA SHIFT ANYWAY" girl...
let's break down why this mindset, although very common, isn't super healthy...
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I saw a post earlier where op talks about how they are un phased about all the bad things happening to them because they "won't be here for much longer”, which is so real and it honestly made me laugh so hard but, i must admit, this way of thinking can also have an unhealthy side.
I, personally, have also been victim to this mindset, and honestly i can tell you nothing good comes from thinking like this. You experience something bad, hurtful, embarrassing, slightly traumatic (which, bear in mind, you wouldn't have experienced if you hadn't procrastinated and tapped in to the void) and you tell yourself "it's okay, i'm not here for long anyway", you abandon responsibilities (that, again, wouldn't be your responsibility if you would ve stayed disciplined and tapped in) and you tell yourself "it's fine, i'm gonna shift anyway" "i'm probably gonna get into the void tonight so it doesn't matter"
NO NO and NO
of course it's good to have the mindset of knowing, knowing that it's your last day here and knowing that the void is the only outcome for you, because that type of thinking is what allows you to shift consciousness and tap in to the void, but a lot of you say that shit without even properly applying your knowledge, a lot of you are gonna remain sounding like broken records, repeating this shit for years, i swear it will be 2028 and yall will still be saying "it's okay i won't be here for long", "im gonna shift anyway"
don't wait for shit to hit the fan for you to get serious about your desires, don't wait for your circumstances to get horrible for you to finally fix up and actually do something. If you really knew you were a god, you wouldn't be here reading this, you would be as pretty as you wanna be, and as rich and happy as you wanna be enjoying your dream life. Don't fall into a comfortable routine with your current reality, (which is really just your old story) because it's not worth it. I even see you guys making and scripting for a "better current reality" (another excuse to remain comfortable with procrastination), when you could have your DREAM life, you guys get swept up in your old story, just because it can be "alright" sometimes. And then when something bad happens, you repeat the same phrase "oh well, i'm gonna shift anyway", and then when things go back to being "alright", you get comfortable again, further procrastinating, when you could have ANYTHING. Who cares about your "alright", "mediocre" reality when you could have the best and more!!
like girl, don't stay comfortable until you're forced to get uncomfortable with a negative change in circumstances. You should be determined to shift consciousness ALL THE TIME, not just when things get tough or responsibilities pile up. Because again, if you had that consistent mindset you wouldn't be here.
get uncomfortable with what you have to achieve what you want, so that all you want becomes all you have
GET UNCOMFORTABLE NOW SO YOU CAN LIVE COMFORTABLY FOR ETERNITY, DONT WAIT FOR SHIT TO HIT THE FAN ᥫ᭡💋
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