#i haven’t had time to message anyone at all.. rip me

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°˖ ⊹ ꒰ LS2 ꒱ FROM FRIENDS TO THIS ─ LOGAN SARGEANT

LOGAN SARGEANT x gf!childhood bff!reader

⌗︙・ summary — as best friends, you, logan, and oscar should know everything about each other. but you and logan are hiding a certain secret from oscar...

genre — fluff, socmed au, faceless reader

notes — in honour of logan earning his FIRST EVER POINTS in formula 1, here's a fluffy little socmed fic of childhood besties reader logan and oscar! i love logan and oscar's friendship, it's so so cute. hope u all enjoy xx

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yourusername    fun in the sun

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logansargeant    Credits to the photographer?

yourusername    thank you logan….

oscarpiastri    ☀️

logansargeant    Gramps finally figured out how to use emojis? Never thought the day would come yourusername    everyone say great job grandpa! landonorris    Great job Grandpa logansargeant    Great job grandpa

user1    asdhsgadhgf not y/n fighting logan AND oscar in the comments 😭😭 best trio ever

user2    Sorry who is she? Does she work in F1? Why do so many drivers follow her

user3    she’s Y/N L/N, she’s childhood friends with oscar and logan

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logansargeant    Hell of a summer to remember

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alex_albon    where was my invite??? :(

logansargeant    Lmk when you’re next in Florida mate

yourusername    my turn to say CREDITS TO THE PHOTOGRAPHER !!!

logansargeant    🙄 A little ‘please’ would be nice yourusername    but u don’t deserve nice logansargeant    Watch the attitude princess

oscarpiastri    Language.

yourusername    don’t act like you haven’t said worse, piastri logansargeant    Exactly, rich coming from someone who threw a temper tantrum when he lost monopoly oscarpiastri    I did NOT throw a tantrum… yourusername    i have pics of u sulking btw

user1    MY COMFORT TRIO

user2    anyone ship y/n and oscar? no? just me? okay

user3    Nah bro Oscar has a gf. But Logan and Y/N >>>> user4    they’ve known each other for forever i think if they had feelings for each other they would’ve gotten together by now 😭

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f1driversnwaggossip    Oscar Piastri spotted arriving in the UK, fresh off of a fulfilling summer trip with childhood friends Logan Sargeant and Y/N L/N 😊

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user1    aww, does that mean no more oscar-logan-y/n content 😭😭

user2    rip oscar’s summer vacay era, it was great while it lasted

user3    ughhhh im going to miss seeing the three of them together sm

user4    Fr like we probably aren’t going to see Y/N with any of them for a long time again 😭 Especially since she’s probably gonna be busy with school, she hardly ever attends GPs user5    y/n and logan seem to be fine having fun on their own lol just saying user4    Wdym? user5    check logan’s ig stories, i think he’s still hanging out with y/n

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YOU HAVE ONE (1) NEW MESSAGE

vroom vroom 1 🧡: Yk, you guys are not very good at keeping secrets the other one 📚🙇‍♀️: ??? vroom vroom 1 🧡: I know you guys are together my florida man <3: …We don’t know what youre talking about vroom vroom 1 🧡: … vroom vroom 1 🧡: Bro. my florida man <3: Bro the other one 📚🙇‍♀️: bro…? vroom vroom 1 🧡: Look I’m not mad im just vroom vroom 1 🧡: Sad you guys didn’t tell me sooner… the other one 📚🙇‍♀️: but theres nothing to tell you oscar 😀 vroom vroom 1 🧡:

my florida man <3: Mate you are so unserious vroom vroom 1 🧡: Currently crying in the sim, Lando’s looking at me weird vroom vroom 1 🧡: Fess up or I tell him the other one 📚🙇‍♀️: OKAY OKAY OH MY GOD OSCAR my florida man <3: Alright man no need to get violent my florida man <3: Let’s talk this out calmly my florida man <3: Like adults vroom vroom 1 🧡: Do adults go behind each other’s backs? vroom vroom 1 🧡: Do adults start relationships and not tell their best friend? vroom vroom 1 🧡: Do adults LIE and GASLIGHT their best friend? my florida man <3: … my florida man <3: Is it bad if i say yes vroom vroom 1 🧡: You’re meant to say no 😒 my florida man <3: Right right, sorry my florida man <3: No the other one 📚🙇‍♀️: okay oscar we get it 😭 the other one 📚🙇‍♀️: we’re sorry we lied the other one 📚🙇‍♀️: and we’re sorry we didn’t tell you sooner my florida man <3: And we’re sorry we said no when you kept asking my florida man <3: And actively pretended like nothing was happening my florida man <3: And went on numerous trips without you vroom vroom 1 🧡: Alright I forgive you guys. Not that i was actually mad, i just wanted to see you guys say it my florida man <3: And that we made out in your bed that one time during your Christmas party last year vroom vroom 1 🧡: You guys can stop apologising now vroom vroom 1 🧡: . vroom vroom 1 🧡: WAIT WHAT

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Request

Reader dutton x rip wheeler

Reader has a Stalker one night when the ranch is out doing something reader is alone at the ranch and the Stalker comes attacks her and rip gets a call from kayce after finding her

He’ll go to the Train Station

Officially finished with all the requests in my ask box 😊

Coming back from town I shut the drivers door to my truck and gasped seeing someone I thought was gone from my life for good. Twisting the fabric of my jacket I gulped recognizing my ex boyfriend Mike who had to leave home when his mother got really sick. But he couldn’t get over the fact that I wouldn’t leave my family home to be with him. Mike was leaned up against the wooden post smiling at me yet all I felt from him was terror now. “Long time no see huh Y/n. I’ve been missing you something horrible in case you were wondering.”

“I’m not sorry to say that I haven’t missed you. What exactly are you doing here, Mike?” I questioned him crossing my arms across my chest slowly walking towards him but I avoided his gaze for the most part.

He pushed himself off the wooden stair railing coming toward me until we were almost pressed up against one another and I could smell some alcohol on his breath. “You should know exactly why I am here. I mean we did spend almost four years together. If my mother hadn’t gotten sick then I would have never left you and your beautiful body-“

“Don’t touch me, Mike. I thought you would have got my message after I ignored your hundreds of texts and the picture of me that I’m not even sure how you got them when you were supposed to be back in Texas.” He reached his hand up trying to tuck hair behind my ear but I smack his hand away before he could touch me.

Mike smirked down at me before he grabbed me by the waist and shoving me against the side of the stairs making me grunt at the impact. He ripped my shirt off of my body and it got covered in mud while I tried to kick him in between his legs. Yet he elbowed me in the gut and smashed his lips onto mine growing against my grunts. “You are mine and don’t ever think that anyone else deserves you. Nobody else can take care of you like I can. You belong to me - urgh!”

“Kayce…” I collapsed onto the dirt ground rummaging around and managing to get the shirt off the dirt ground seeing it was my younger brother who had pulled him off of me.

My brother sucker punched Mike to the dust before he could blink and he was covered in quite a few stains of blood and bruises. Kayce came over to me when I noticed that Mike had blacked out from how hard he had hit him, he pulled out his dialing my boyfriend Rip. “Rip, somebody came after my sister Y/n. I’m gonna check her out but thought you should know.”

“Kayce, I don’t know how he found Mel but he did. I can’t believe that I didn’t think he would. Is he..dead?” Holding the back of my head I drew my hand back seeing some blood on my finger tips. “Shit, he got me harder than I thought.”

Kayce bent down on a knee sweeping me up from the ground and into his arms bridal style and carried me inside my bedroom inside the main house. He comes back with a wet rag and had me press it to the the wound on the back of my head just watching me for a few minutes in silence. “Rip should be here in a second. He just saw my phone call. Can I get you anything, sis?”

“Nah I think I’m good.” I shifted the pillow trying to get comfortable hearing someone running up the wooden stairs meaning it had to be Rip for sure.

The door creaked open and he rushed to my bedside when my brother stepped out of the way knowing I would find more comfort with him now. Yet Kayce still stayed in the doorway watching our conversation just in case I needed extra help. “Sweetheart, where is the asshole whole thinks he can hurt you and not pay the consequences?”

“Rip, don’t worry about Mike. I’m fine and my head only hurts a little. Look, the bleeding has stopped.” Pulling the rag away I showed him the dry blood on it but he wouldn’t take that as a good enough answer.

He shook his head lifting his hands up to the sides of my face cradling it like I was a piece of valuable china that royalty would use. Too afraid he might break me but he never could do such a thing. "I just need to know that you aren't hurt. That asshole...he should have never laid a hand on you in the first place."

"I'll have the police arrest him for attempted rape." Kayce turned on his heels to leave.

Shooting forward upright in the bed I winced where Rip rubbed my back, trying to ease the pain. "Kayce wait. Jail doesn't excuse all the pain he gave me. He's...he's been stalking me since the day we broke up. He will just keep coming until he thinks I'm getting back together with him."

"No way in hell!" My brother spat in disgust.

Holding my hands up in front of me I cut them off before either of them could protest any further. "Woah, hang on. I'd never go back with someone like him. What I am saying is that I want him to be gone. Gone where he can't hurt anyone else...to the train station."

"We can do that. Right Rip?" Kayce asked our fathers top ranch hand.

Rip leans forward kissing the crown of my head gently wrapping his arms around my waist holding me against his safe embrace. "Done deal, darling. He'll go to the train station."

"I love you...both of you." Lifting my head up a little I shifted my gaze from my brother and back to Rip's brown eyes.

He smiled before I wrapped my arms around his neck and gripped the fabric of his jacket in my fingers letting some tears fall hearing him whispering in my ear the moment Kayce had left the room. "I love you too, Y/n."

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The Bachelors and how they’d react if you asked them to start a family

Same old same old. This post is inspired by @babiebom 's post about the bachelor/ettes and how many kids they’d have :3 I’m not really a person who is too keen on children and being a housewife, but I can’t deny that the thought of a picture perfect family does warm my heart, girlies. Enjoy 💅🏻🍼

Some answers are gender specific. I hope to anyone playing the game as a same sex couple that you can look past that 🙏🏻

Sam:

-he’d be boots the house down in total shock

-don’t get it twisted, he is ecstatic, but damn he didn’t expect it to be this soon

-of course he is excited about every life stage of his potential little ones, but he can’t wait to have someone he can teach how to skate

-„really? A-and you’re not joking or anything? RAD!“

-maybe he is a bit too excited as he‘s definitely ripping his pants off his body as soon as the message sunk in

-„Oh you didn’t mean we should start it right now? Sorry my bad 😅“

Sebastian:

-he is happy but can’t really show it

-anxiety is kicking hard rn

-it’s not that he doesn’t want this, but he has so many worries, after all he had lived through himself

-he definitely needs some time to think about this

-„Y/N, I’d really love to have this with you one day, but please give me time to adjust to this. It’s a lot for me to process.“

-he will eventually open up about it and you agree on not rushing things. If you’re an opposite sex couple, you agree on starting a family once you’re pregnant. No planning, just living and if it happens, it happens (it probably happened after like 2 months after you had the talk lol)

Elliott:

-„Heavens, Love! What wonderful news. I’ve been waiting for this moment. This will be the start of our legacy!“ (excuse me bruuuhh this is how I imagine him talk lol)

-he had heart-shaped eyes if you haven’t noticed

-as much as he loves the romance and allure of being a childless couple with a world to their feet, he can’t kick the idea of being a wholesome dad raising a curious child with his wonderful partner

-he emphasises on not rushing things as he doesn’t want you to feel pressure. He knows how stressful your job is so he doesn’t want you to feel overwhelmed though you proposed that idea first

-you can bet your ass you went to bed after that talk 👀 WHO SAID THAT 🤨

Harvey:

-he is a blushy mess thank you and amen

-he‘s so anxious but also so excited

-no way you actually proposed this to him. He actually accepted his fate as a childless bachelor

-but here he is, finally getting the happy little family he always wanted

-but it isn’t smooth sailing with him, oh no. You can bet your ass he has to calculate everything through before he feels comfortable enough starting to bring this wish to reality

-you know, you earn a shit ton of money but he is anxious ok. He needs to KNOW the child won’t end up homeless with nothing to wear once it’s here

-“Oh this is all so new and, I-I don’t even know how to say it without it sounding wrong. I just can’t grasp that this is happening. Pinch me so I know I’m not dreaming”

-you didn’t sleep with each other that day but a make-out sess was in it. A wholesome one to say the least. This man is wholesome in my books 📕

Shane:

-the only thing missing here is that he fainted and fell to the floor after you popped the question

-say WHAT NOW?!

-no way. He probably heard it wrong. You didn’t just ask HIM to have YOUR children… no wait the other way around. This is what that question did to his brain lol

-or generally having kids together. He isn’t opposed to adopting because he fears the kids will inherit his messed up brain so taking in kids that are in need of a nice, welcoming home doesn’t sound bad either

-but no wait wait back to the topic; he’s a MESS

-he always wanted children and a family in general, the very boring ass white picket fence fantasy is what he longed for but kind of accepted that it’s something he cannot have. Well guess what…HE CAN

-“wait…did you- and you mean with me? Or is there someone else I should know about? Ok sorry bad joke. But you mean it?! Really? A little sibling for Jas🥹”

-just know this burly man started crying a river of joy tears. But once the tears dried and it kicked in 👀

-“ok if we want this to work out we gotta get to business 😎”

Alex:

-like Shane, he waited for this moment

-just he isn’t anxious like some of the others, he straight up jumps for joy lol

-“BABE NO WAY! I’ve been waiting for this!”

-he is a happy crier tho. Expect him to cry a little but in a good way

-but also expect him to propose the question of having a lot more kids in the future. He wants a football team of kids. But the amount is still negotiable of course (you gave him the “spouse stare” which made him go down a notch lol)

- he will babble about what gender the first kid might be, what he’d do with them depending on it and how he’d get them the smallest grid ball jerseys you’ll ever see because “LOOK THEY ARE SO TINY”

-like some of the others, he might be a bit too eager to start the baby project. Even if you can’t conceive yourself, he will live out that fantasy. You prepared yourself for this because it was very much predictable lol

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I have never posted a writing on here but I thought I’d give it try

Smut!

So Cruel

Synopsis: You we’re never too fond of Miguel O’Hara. Though he was a sight for sore eyes, his temper was always unchecked and it had only worsened after Miles Morales escaped. You made it your mission to stay away from him unless absolutely necessary, but O'Hara has never cared about your feelings.

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He scared the living shit out of you. The way he walked, talked, how his eyes looked like it could cut through diamond, he was madly intimidating.

After hearing about the original anomaly, Miles Morales, Miguel O’Hara because determined to correct all of the errors and make sure all events happened to their respective times. Morales was a tricky one though, he had managed to slip through every spider’s fingers and go back to his Earth.

You couldn’t help but silently applaud the kid. You had lost so many loved ones for these so called ‘canon event,’ but seeing Miles try to find another way was inspiring. You secretly hoped he did manage to find away to prevent these tragedies from happening to anyone ever again.

You were nothing more than a messenger, not even sure if anyone from the higher positions knew your name aside from ‘Spider-Woman’, so you’ve been slacking on finding specifically which Earth Miles teleported to. It didn’t matter anyway, there’s so many other spiders they can manage to-

“Hey, O’Hara wants you in his office.”

You immediately sit up from your couch, whipping around to see Jessica Drew standing at the door way of your room. Her belly is pronounced, you’re not even sure how she can still walk.

“Now?” You ask.

She nods in response, waddling back to her motorcycle.

“I’m busy looking for the spider from Earth-1610. I don’t think I’ll be able to-“

“Not an option. And you know I can tell when your lying from your teeth right?” She says unamused. You huff in defeat and scratch your head nervously.

Jessica takes notice and pouts, sympathy taking over. “Listen, I’ll be with you okay? Hop on and I’ll take you there. Hopefully he won’t be too harsh if I’m with you.”

You look at her gratefully and trudge to her bike. She might soften the blow, but you know you’re in for a rough time.

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The ride to Headquarters was too fast, you wanted to slow down time to prepare. Truthfully, no time in the world could prepare you for the possibility of O’Hara ripping you a new one.

You silently cursed yourself for not at least making small attempts to find the kid. You’ve seen how Miguel ran to Morales, how he showed no mercy, yet you prayed he would let one spider slip. A foolish prayer.

Once parked right outside his den, you and Jessica stepped off the motorcycle and she took on your hands in hers. She could be surprisingly soft when she wanted to be. Her fingers gently squeezed your reassuringly.

“I’ll try to do the talking okay? You haven’t been super deep into his work so I’m sure he’ll let you off easy,” she says softly.

You nod, feeling sweat begin the collect on your forehead. You pull away from her hand as you begin walking to him, keeping your head down.

You never directly looked at O’Hara. You hated how he looked as though he could see what you’re thinking. He never would directly address you either. The person in command would relay messages or you would sometimes see Miguel on a screen, but not much one-on-one talking.

You hoped to keep it that way.

You could hear the machine lower Miguel from the higher platform, and you could hear your heartbeat increase.

Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, you told yourself in an attempt to control your breathing.

It wasn’t long before Miguel’s was in front of you both, you stared at his feet while he began to talk.

“You can leave Jessica,” he says, voice sharp and cold.

“I think it would be better if I stayed,” she says calmly, “You can be quite scary sometimes ya know?”

Miguel snorts, “It’s not my problem how people look at me. You did your job now leave.”

You flinches at his harshness, yet Jessica only sighed as a response. They went back and forth for some time. Pity and shame began to creep up your spine as Jessica continued to take his belittling. You were hiding behind someone for your own dumb decision, let alone this someone was pregnant.

“Jessica,” you say, interrupting their argument, “thank you, but I’ll be fine.”

She looks at her worriedly and back at Miguel in plea, she gives her shoulder a rub and says an ‘okay’ before leaving on her bike.

It’s not long before it’s just you and O’Hara. You can feel him drilling holes into your head as you continue to look down.

“I don’t think I need to say what you did wrong,” he starts, “We need all hands on deck, every spider man and spider woman. Yet here you are making absolutely no progress. You haven’t been checking other dimensions since the spider from Earth 1610 left…” Miguel’s doesn’t stop listing all the things you did wrong, but his last question catches you off guard.

“Why?”

You briefly look up at him and look back down, “Why what?”

“Why aren’t you doing your job.”

The silence is loud, nearly deafening. You can’t answer, you won’t answer. Your putting not only your job at risk, but maybe your safety. “I’m not sure.”

“Look at me,” he commands. You don’t, instead raising your head slightly but keeping your eyes down. You don’t want to look at him, you can’t afford to look into his eyes.

“I said look at me,” your name leaves his lips.

You’re eyes snap to his, and you wish you had looked at his nose instead. Such a deep red meet your own colored eyes. His jawline sharp and check hollow. The main think you notice are the eye bags, guilt eats at you.

“Look at me while you answer me. Why?”

You take a deep breath and build on the courage to only speak a few words, “Because I believe in him.”

Miguel’s eyes narrow, “Believe in who?”

“Miles Mora-“

“Don’t you dare finish that name,” O’Hara snarls, turning so that his back faces you. He runs a hands through his hair and heaves his chest. You take an involuntarily step back, prepared to dash in needed.

He turns back to face you, slightly better adjusted and gets closer to you. It takes every fiber in your body to not move. You maintain eye contact, but a part of you wants to look at his plush lips.

“I understand where you might think he can save everyone, but he can’t. It’s foolish to go against what is our destiny. I don’t need to tell you that I tried, I don’t need to tell you why I started this whole Spider-Man Society,” he tells you.

Your fearful gaze turns into sadness as you recall his story. You’ve also lost someone close to you. Your fiancé who was captain of the police. You hated when people called you Spider-Woman, you changed it to Widow years ago.

Miguel just see your expression change because his does too. “I don’t want you thinking we’re the bad guys, or were doing this to hurt people. I need you to understand that we have a bigger responsibility at hand. So are you on my side or what?"

You let out a sight, "Why does there have to sides? Why can't we let him see for himself? Imma be honest Mr. O'Hara, the way you handled things was not necessarily in the best way."

You regret speaking you mind as you see Miguel get in your face, obviously offended by critiquing his strategy. He studies your features, eyes seamlessly exploring what you have as he looks back at your eyes.

"I don't need a no-name spider telling me how to do my job. You think I'm cruel? Join the club. All you can manage to do is sit there and look pretty. Maybe that's all you'll really ever be good at." Without warning he grabs your wrist and takes you to his lift, sending you guys up into the top of his office.

You follow without intending to, you were too busy digesting what he had told you. It wasn't until he flipped you around to see your backside that you started questioning him.

"Mr. O'Hara! What are you doing!?" You yelp, attempting to flip back around to face him. His hands were hard on your hips to keep you in place. You could feel the heat of his body and the hardness of his chest.

"I'm gonna show you what you're actually good at since you don't know how to do your current job properly," He answers. He uses his legs to push your feet closer together. Then taking one hand off your hips, he uses it to push the arch of your back down so you're sticking your butt out.

The position sends your heart racing, especially when he pushes his crotch to your ass. He gently slides himself up and down on you, fabric touching. You should stop him, tell him that this is insanely inappropriate and that he's being dramatic. Yet, you find yourself arching your back even more to try and feel him some more.

He chuckles behind you and leans down to have his lips ghost the shell of your ear, "Someones a little too easy. I thought I was the bad guy."

You shake your head, "I never said that. I just think you could've gone easier on the kid."

His rubbing stopped and you immediately missed the sensation. You let a whimper out and wiggled around to try and feel him. He gave you a playful slap on the ass and grab the back of your neck harshly, "Pobrecita perra, I'm not even close to thinking about finishing with you." He kicked your legs open and lifted one of them up to rest on his desk. Without a second thought, he ripped off your sweats leaving you in just your underwear.

Miguel knelt down and inspected your covered pussy. "Mmm, siempre me encantó el color rojo." Then you felt the warm wetness of his tongue touching you underwear.

You were already wet, so the friction of the underwear wasn't painful. It was annoying instead, you wished he had ripped those off along with the sweats. Miguel gave long strokes of his tongue up and down your pussy. He let his fangs gently nip at your clit which made you squeal. You could feel him smiling against you as he continued to work you with his tongue.

You started feeling hot, the remaining clothes too tight on your body. He was giving you exactly what you wanted but nothing at all. It was infuriating how he teased you through your underwear. You could hear how messy it was starting to get, and you couldn't tell if the liquid dripping down you thigh was from him or you.

Your underwear was drenched, and you moaned when he sucked your nub and pulled at it. He used his fingers to rub you and occasionally dip in your underwear to feel your folds. You pushed your body lower to have him rub more, to let him know you wanted him to touch your bare pussy, but Miguel was not letting up.

"Please," you suddenly begged, grinding against his mouth and hand. "O'Hara please take them off."

"I don't know," he teases, "Is this not enough for you? Am I not doing a good job?"

He harshly slaps your pussy, you jump and whine nearly on the verge of tears. "You are, it's so so so good," you praise him, "I just, I want to feel you more. Please Miguel, please please-"

You finally feel him pull your underwear to the side before he dives in. You loudly moan, finally at peace knowing you're getting what you want. You grind down on his face, reaching back to push him deeper into you. Who would've though all Miguel needed was a little bit of positive reinforcement to listen. Maybe that information will come in handy at another time.

"Oh fuucckkkk," you moan. He uses his lips to rub your lower lips, the softness was nearly enough to make you cum. You can't though, you need him inside you. To feel him pulse and cum inside, you clench around nothing at the thought of it.

He goes back to using his tongue to please you, dipping it inside of your pussy back up to your clit. You feel your body tense and the burning sensation build in your stomach. It threatens you to release and your moans start getting louder. You've been so deprived of intimate touches for so long, you don't know how you managed it all this time.

"Don't stop! Don't stop..." you repeat over and over, letting your hips abuse Miguel's face. It starts to build and build in your lower stomach. You throw your head back and bite your lower lip to suppress your loud moan. Then he's gone. The tenseness in your body disappearing and giving you a lonely pussy. You turn around and look down to see him with a malicious grin. O'Hara stands at his full height to look down at you.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks innocently. Your eyes find his glistening chin and bruised lips. You go back to his eyes and you feel your own water.

"I was so close. I was almost there. Miguel I.... I need it," you cry, letting a few tears slip down your face. You weren't really sad, but you hoped you would get a few pity points for your tears.

"Is that so? I don't know if you deserve it. You've been lazy and no help recently. I'm thinking we should stop right here and-"

"No!" you shout. You turn to fully face him and touch him chest to Chets. "Please Mr. O'Hara I'll be better. I can do it and I can do more. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry just please! Please." You're ashamed of yourself. Acting like such a slut in front of your boss and swallowing your pride just so he could make you finish. At the same time nothing has been more important to you in so long, you need him.

He smiles, showing his fangs and all before gently pushing you away, "Sit up and spread your legs." You could weep from joy at his words. You obey him and hop up on his desk, careful to not fall off his lifted platform. Your underwear is still sticking to your skin, it's uncomfortable now, but you don't ask to take them off.

He walks towards you and kneels down again and you swear he was smelling you. Miguel moves your underwear to the side and plants kisses over your clit. You hum in delight as his lips travel to your opening, using his tongue to prod it open. You use one of your hands to spread your pussy more open with your fingers. He looks up at you in surprise, but he's more than happy to oblige to your request.

He sucks on the bundle of nerves of your clit, making sure his tongue coats over your entire pussy. You whine and involuntarily close your legs, trapping him between them. You move your hand to tangle it in his hair. You move his head up and down repeatedly, his tongue and lips eagerly listening to your body.

It starts to build again, and this time you're determined to finish on his face. You hook your ankles together and squeeze him close to you, making sure he has enough room to stick him tongue out.

"Shiiiiiiit right there, please don't stop please please," your chanting has him humming in response. You moan at the vibrations, feeling your orgasm coil at the top of your pelvis. Your body prepares for your finishing, throwing your head back and rolling you eyes to the back of your head.

It's ruined though, ruined by him ripping away from you making you nearly lose your balance. You were even closer this time, you could feel your pussy throbbing and burning hot. Now the tears in your eyes were very real.

"No! No, no, no! You said! You promised! I-"

"Shut up and hold your legs like this," he ignores your cries. He positions you so you're holding your legs by the thighs, opening them up and ripping your underwear off in the process. You're still whining to him about how he lied to you, that he really is cruel and ruthless.

He continues to ignore you and enables the suit to disappear, leaving him nude. Your complaints quiet as you stare at his physique. Huge shoulders but a small waist. His biceps could be the size of your head. You knew he was buff, but seeing it in all its naked glory was immaculate.

His dick was leaking, a fiery red at the tip and you swear you could see it pulsating. He had been edging you for so long, but you didn't consider that he was also holding himself back from cumming. You absent mindedly open your legs more, inviting him in.

He darkly chuckles at your body response, "Calling me all these mean names yet you're letting me through the front door."

He closes the space between you and uses his hand to guide himself to your pussy. You moan in anticipation, you're praying to God that he lets you cum this time.

The rubs the tip of his dick up and down your clit a few times to feel how slick you are. He must like it because of how he groans and the chills you see that appear on his arms.

"Please," you whisper.

Finally, you feel the tip enter you easily. You could probably take him all at once considering how wet you are, but Miguel was slow. He was probably soaking up the feeling of your pussy around him. Loving the way you clench around him and your warmth. He went deeper and deeper, and by the end of it you swear you could feel him in your throat.

You moaned loudly as he started to move, gripping you by your hips. Fuck, he just started and you're already going to cum. How could you not? He filled you up so nicely and you were denied two times prior, there's no shame in finishing so fast.

Your head went back, leaving half of your body upside down. You felt your blood rush to your brain as he started pounding in you. Whimpers left you lips every time he slammed into you, you could feel your entire body joint forward from the force of it. He lifted up your shirt and spilled your tits from out of your bra.

Miguel leaned down to put your nipple in his mouth before he started sucking. You gasped and pulled your legs even more back to give him space to do what he pleased. The sound of him slapping against you, your wetness dripping on the platform, his warm tongue. You're going to cum.

"Yes, yes, oh god, Miguel..." you babble. Please let me come.

And you do. finally sweet release leaves your body and you're practically crying from joy. You're clenching around him so tightly he groans your name. Miguel stops his movements just to feel you spread your essence on him down to the floor.

Your upper body is dangling off the loft, practically limp. You can feel your pussy twitching from such an intense release. Miguel pulls away from your tits and starts to pull out. Before you can whine in protest and sensitivity, he thrusts back in and pulls you down closer to him.

"Fuck, you've been hiding this pussy from me all this time. Deberíamos haberlo hecho hace mucho tiempo." It was such a low mumble you think you weren't meant to hear it. Your tits continue to bounce as Miguel keeps thrusting into you. Your moans start to sound like a man dying from thirst, and you don't care. Everything is so overstimulated that a part of what you wants to beg him to stop.

It's not until he lets out several loud groans to let you know he was going to cum. Miguel uses one of his hands to grip your throat as he finds the best angle to bury his cock in. He hooks your legs onto his shoulders and your arms grab his hips to steady yourself. He has you in a slanted mating press, a perfect position to stimulate your clit too.

You know you won't be able to cum a second time, but the thought of O'Hara filling you up makes you think you will. He makes sure you can feel his cock all the way inside when he cums, his dick pulsing. You let out a throaty moan as you look down to see where your bodies connect, seeing your stomach bulge from his size.

Whimpers leave your mouth and you're both breathing heavy. Miguel thrusts in a few more times to hear you whine more. He smiles when you do. He pushes your legs close your chest and pulls out slowly. You moan as you feel him slide out of you, immediately feeling empty save for the cum that pours out of you.

Miguel drops your legs down with little care, backing away from you. You pick your head up and feel the blood rush back down which makes you lightheaded. You watch as he throws you torn clothes away and uses his watch to put his suit back on. You're left nude from the bottom, "Do you have any pants I can borrow?"

He thinks for a moment and brushes the hair out of your face, making sure you maintain eye contact, "Yeah, but I'd rather you walk home like that." You hesitantly laugh likes he's joking, but the devious look in his eyes tell you differently.

"No way you're serious."

He smiles so innocently giving you a small wink, "What can I say? I love being cruel."

[bubbleseo]

how do u think zb1 would react to you sending nudes to them??

jiwoong- one of jiwoong’s biggest rules is for you to not touch yourself without him, so when you send a video of a dildo sliding in and out of your pussy he would be fuming. if he was somewhere he could leave he would be out the door before anyone realized he was leaving. once jiwoong gets in his car he’d facetime you and when you picked up with the camera shaking and moans falling from your mouth he gets even more pissed off. he would simply tell you he’s on his way home and if you know what’s good for you then you should hide the toy before he gets there. when he gets home and you still haven’t moved he’d rip the toy from your hands and slap your pussy a few times to make you cry out. jiwoong would fuck you with the dildo in so many different positions you’d lose count, making you cum in each one.

“desperate little whore can’t wait for daddy’s real dick so she’s just gonna get fucked by a toy all night”

zhanghao- hao had been in jeju filming their show when your new pair of lingerie arrived. you wanted to keep it a surprise for when he got back, but you loved the way it looked on you so much you just had to do a little photoshoot. posing on different surfaces and finding the best angles, you picked your favorites and sent them to hao asking if he liked them. when hao finished filming he immediately checked his phone and smiled when he saw messages from you. his smile faded and an eyebrow raised when he saw what the messages were though. let’s just say you had to buy a replacement pair after he got back because he ripped them open to fuck you in them.

“you better be wearing those when i get home princess”

hanbin- honestly you probably just sent nudes to binnie because you were bored. he had been at the studio recording for their debut all day and you had run out of things to do when you got the idea. taking a suggestive picture of you laid in bed (bonus if you have tattoos bc that man would go feral over them) and sending it to him along with a text that says “missing you ;)”. when he opens your text he would immediately blush and slap his phone down on his lap to prevent the members sitting next to him from seeing it. would probably leave you on read purely because he’s so scared of another member looking over and seeing the picture when he tries to text you back. poor binnie would come home whining about how you can’t tease him like that and you would have to kiss him to get him to shut up.

“you can’t just send pictures like that! i had a boner for the rest of the recording and i know matthew noticed because he kept laughing at me and i have a reputation as the leader to uphold whic-“

matthew- i’m a firm believer in the matthew shower sex agenda so his favorite nudes would be of you in the shower. matthew would text you saying he’d be home late because they’re having a hard time picking up the choreography and you would coincidentally be showering. quickly snapping a picture holding your chest while the water droplet run down your body, you’d send it to him and tell him not to rush because you’re just cleaning yourself up. matthew would either be completely distracted the rest of practice or make the moves so much more sexual than needed. when he finally gets home he would throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the bathroom to shower with him.

“but babe i’ve already showered?” “i don’t care, you’re just gonna be extra clean”

taerae- while he was out for dinner with the rest of the members celebrating making it into the debut lineup you would send him pictures of yourself to remind him of the present waiting for him at home. taerae would be in complete shock and would just sit there with his eyes wide and mouth slightly open, which would peak the interest of jiwoong sitting next to him. jiwoong would look over to see what has taerae so in shock and would immediately start laughing and teasing him in front of the other members. poor taerae could only shrink in on himself in his seat while everyone teases him. once he finally gets home he’s so embarrassed but also gushes over you like he wanted to do over text.

“you’re so gorgeous oh my god i cant believe i’m so lucky to have the most beautiful partner ever”

ricky- ricky knows you like to tease him, so it honestly wasn’t a shock when you sent him a picture of the expensive panties he bought you while you were sitting across the room from him during zb1 game night. he would discreetly text you back asking what the fuck you’re thinking and immediately stood up when you told him you just thought he would want to know what you were wearing underneath your clothes. sliding his phone into his back pocket, he would go straight to you and grab your hand. making up some half ass excuse as to why you need to leave right now while essentially running to the door to take you home and see the panties for himself.

“i’m sorry guys but we really have to go! i just remembered that we agreed to feed the neighbor’s dog while he was gone on vacation and there’s a very strict schedule” “ricky you live in a pet free apartment” “bye!”

[davilasinfiltro]

Badboyhalo gets advice from Reddit

Bad panics after Skeppy releases Best Friend and decides to ask for relationship advice on Reddit because he doesn’t know who else to turn to

979 words

r/relationship_advice u/throwaway132166922

My (M29) best friend (M23) made a song about me and I don’t know how to feel about it.

I don’t even know why I’m doing this. I’m so paranoid about anyone finding out who I am but I frequent this subreddit a lot and can't find anyone who is in the same situation as me. I also don’t know who I can even talk to about this since we have a lot of mutual friends. If this gets too much traction I’m deleting it quickly, here goes nothing >_<

Here’s the context, me and my friend have known each other online for a while and have been friends for around 4 years (my friends poke fun that we have our ‘anniversary’ memorized but I digress.) We’ve half heartedly been making plans to meetup for the past few years. What can I say? I don’t like leaving the house and never really had the urge to meet any of my online friends. I’d argue that you could have a meaningful relationship with someone and never meet them irl. Anyways, I never took these conversations too seriously. I would always say I’m not ready yet, it’s too close to the holidays, who’s going to take care of my dog? The one time we did have concrete plans I was sick with covid and I had a long recovery. And we just never followed up with a reschedule.

I never knew how much this affected my friend until he wrote this sort of… rap and produced it with one of our mutual friends. He insults me, saying I have a massive ego, I’m a psycho, it’s my fault I made him ‘feel blue,’ and immediately backtracks and compliments me. There’s another lyric that says I’m pushing him away and if I’m hiding something? This part I have to quote verbatim because it’s the part I understand the least,

“I can’t really say my true intentions

It’s all just miscommunication

Please don’t take it the wrong way

I love you dude and I hope we’re okay”

And that’s how it ends. Meanwhile, I had no clue my friend was having this type of conflicting feelings about me. Or how much us meeting up meant to him. Yeah maybe we’d go from talking every day to messaging each other only semi frequently but that’s just the evolution of a friendship right? We were both getting busier as our respective careers became more time-consuming but that’s nobody’s fault, is it? I know I should apologize to him for never taking his requests for us to meetup too seriously but I think there’s something else under the surface.

Does he want to confess to me? I keep going back to that lyric, “I can’t really say my true intentions.” He’s pretty much ripped his heart out on this song but there’s /one/ thing he can’t say to me? Does it have to do with him wanting to preserve our friendship, that it’ll be strained in some way if he confesses? I don’t know what gives him that impression, a lot of our friends are lgbt+. Heck, a lot of them make jokes that we like each other already. Anyways, there shouldn’t be anything deterring him from confessing if that’s what he is trying to do. Or not trying to do.

Any advice is appreciated. I still haven’t said anything to him directly since he made that song.

u/amycat1203

Whatever you two have going on is gayer than any gay person I know irl

-> Reply u/throwaway132166922

If I had a nickel for every time I heard that -_-

u/justadudelmao

This is too outrageous to be fake, so I’m trying to take this seriously. It sounds like y’all have some shit to talk out in person. If the next message you send him isn’t a confirmation for a plane ticket you’re the problem

-> Reply u/throwaway132166922

If I travel to him it won’t be by plane, I have a phobia. But you’re right :/ I need to make it up to him soon if this is how he feels about us not meeting up

u/matchmakingismypassion

Maybe he has reason to believe you wouldn’t want him to confess to you. How do you react to the jokes your friends make about you together? Do you even reciprocate any possible romantic feelings to him?

->Reply u/throwaway132166922

It’s complicated, early on in our friendship he’d flirt with me as a troll and I’d always politely turn him down. I’ve known about him for so long, even before he was 18. I wasn’t comfortable indulging in this kind of joke. So even if he was 19 when he made these comments, he felt too young for me. He grew out of it and eventually we were inseparable as best friends, to the point that our mutual friends would tease us. Both of us would casually deny anything to our friends but honestly, I wouldn’t mind dating him if he made the first move. But you understand why I can’t make the first move, right?

->Reply u/matchmakingismypassion

To me it sounds like he shouldn’t make the first move either if all he’s ever heard from you is rejection. Especially if you can’t even make the effort to meetup, something he obviously wants from you. He made the song as a plea to start an open dialogue, and that starts with you bud.

u/skephalofan141414

EVERYONE. THIS STORY IS FAKE. This is some guy pretending to be Badboyhalo about the song Skeppy made called “Best Friend” on youtube. You’re a weirdo trying to karma farm off of a story that isn’t yours to tell

->Reply u/thisteaishotaf

Who??? Link please???

->Reply u/skephalofan141414

https://youtu.be/skDch34PtEM?si=Usxbm6LXisq9xWCD

->Reply u/thisteaishotaf

Why the fuck would his friend post this on a minecraft channel LMAO

[reidslovely]

wait is there a point in time where reader just thinks frat!peter is a player and is just messing with her feelings?

i feel like it was be a little angsty cause she was being standoffish when they first met but he thought she was finally warming up to him then she’s suddenly really cold and trying to figure out what he did wrong

oh yeah totally there is!! i wrote about it briefly months ago in my get her into the greek post/headcanon. but peter just came out of the gate flirting with her and she was taken back because 1.) people’s are never as forward with her as peter is. 2.) what the fuck kind of audacity is that?? so she just kind of stares at him confused or makes very dry jokes about and with him not wanting to let herself warm up to him.

she does start flirting back with him briefly almost a month into knowing him both of them aware on how the other feels/is starting to but there isn’t stated i wanna be yours like officially let’s go on a date/start talking stuff. but it’s very clear that the tension is there and she thinks that any day now Peter is gonna ask her on a date. but he shows up to class one day a red head in tow behind him: hugging him for a bit to long at the door and it’s like someone ripped her fucking heart out and slammed it on the floor. she doesn’t talk to him for the whole class and even ignores his messages afterwards.

this goes on for weeks this game of will they talk won’t they. peter trying to figure out what he did wrong. all he can remember from that morning is walking with mj into the english department and the two of them talking on how to ask out their people. mj thanking peter with a hug after he gave her the go ahead to ask harry on a second date and how exactly to do it. she’d even built up peters confidence to ask you to be his date to this party coming up. however when he’d say down and asked to talk with you your completely shut down and didn’t answer him. and to say his feelings weren’t hurting at ever text you read but didn’t answer and every time you dodged him on campus well that would just be a lie.

however, thanks to a late fall rain shower that kept you both in the student union he got you alone. catching you on the elevator up to the study lounge pressing the big red button.

‘peter what the fuck!” you yelled trying to press the go button. his hands covering the pad shaking his head.

“you’ve got to talk to me. i cant play this game anymore. what did i do? i keep replaying it all in my head. i thought we had something? thought we were going somewhere bashful?”

“yeah i did too but you seem to like redheads better.”

redheads? where did you get that…

m.j.

“no no no. it’s not like that! m.j. is my childhood friend, she’s dating my friend harry. you haven’t met harry yet but you have go to trust me. it’s not like that. hugging m.j. it’s like hugging my sister. i don’t have a sister..did you know that? now you do. point is i don’t..” he laughs looking at you.

“you don’t get it do you? i don’t want her..i don’t want anyone besides you. i was gonna ask you out that day before you shut me out.”

“what?” your brows furrowed as peter laughs.

“to a party. i never take dates to parties but i wanted to take you.”

“oh.”

“yeah.” he starts. “oh.” it’s followed by a mocking of your voice. pete’s hands grabbing the sides of your face.

“just say yes to going out with me..one date.. “ he bargains, letting you press the go button the bell stopped ringing and the elevator started up again.

“yes.”

“good girl.” he laughs kissing the apples of your cheeks.

[luckyroll3]

Crimson Lights: Chapter 4

A playful jingle sounds from my phone and I practically snap my neck swiveling to reach it. Despite not seeing Chris for over a week, we've kept in touch through regular texting, carrying on our conversations and flirtatious banter through our phones.

Chris: Still available for dinner tonight?

Kay: Yes! Planning to leave work in a few. What time should I come over?

Chris: I’ll start cooking around 7:00. Can’t wait to see you. I’ve been having dirty thoughts all day. I’ll send you the code for the elevator.

His message makes me blush a little. I walk back to my laptop, making sure to save and close all my important documents before tidying up my desk at the clinic. Ready to leave, I pack up my bag and head out, eagerly anticipating my dinner date with Chris that evening.

—

With my skin still dewy from a refreshing shower and my body moisturized, I slip into a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt. I want to strike the perfect balance between cute and casual.

Shortly after 7:00, I enter Chris’ code in the elevator, trying to ignore the fluttering sensation dancing in my stomach. The elevator dings its arrival on his floor and the doors slide open. I step into the living room and see Chris standing in the kitchen wiping his hands on a towel, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. He’s wearing ripped black jeans and a black t-shirt. His eyes light up when he sees me. He strides over and wastes no time pulling me into a tight embrace.

“Hey gorgeous,” he murmurs, planting a soft kiss on my cheek. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

I return his hug and melt into him, savoring the feel of his arms around me. He takes my hand, intertwining his fingers in mine and leading me to the kitchen. “I hope you’re not too hungry. I just got started.”

“You’re hot, rich, and can cook? Is there anything you can’t do?”

Chris chuckles at my comment, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Just wait until you taste the food before you start giving me too much credit,” he teases, nudging me playfully with his elbow. I can't help but laugh, feeling at ease and comfortable in his presence.

He pours two glasses of red wine and hands me one. I take a sip and ask, “Can I help with anything? I don’t really like to cook, but I can chop and I’m a damn good taste tester.”

“Ha! What’s your comfort level with salads?” He gestures to a lettuce head, several tomatoes and some other veggies.

“Salads I can handle!” I take another sip of the wine, then wash my hands.

He hands me a knife with a hint of skepticism in his eyes. “Don’t fuck it up!” he says with a laugh.

We work side by side for the next few minutes, our conversation flowing as effortlessly as it had the other times we’d been together. We cover light-hearted banter and deeper topics. I find myself opening up to Chris in a way I haven’t with anyone else, feeling a sense of connection beyond just our physical attraction.

“What’s your favorite meal? Just so I know for next time,” he says over his shoulder as he grabs some spices from the cabinet, a playful lilt in his voice.

"Next time?" I muse. "That's rather presumptuous, don't you think?"

"Is it? Or is it simply hopeful thinking?" His chuckle was rich and smooth.

"Maybe a little bit of both," I admit, feeling a smile tug at my lips. “I’m a simple girl: homemade mac and cheese. And not that shit out of the blue box!”

He laughs loudly. “I would never!” he says, pretending to be offended. We continue our back-and-forth banter, laughing and chatting.

I finish my salad duties and hop onto the bar counter. I pour myself another glass of wine and as I take a sip, I watch as Chris skillfully maneuvers around the kitchen, his movements fluid and confident. There is something deeply attractive about a man who knows his way around a kitchen and I find myself being more entranced with each chop and stir. I continue my story about the two gigantic cane corso puppies that bounded into the clinic earlier today. I recounted how their long, gangly legs tripped over each other as they eagerly explored their new surroundings. Despite their size, they were undeniably adorable. “They were so damn clumsy with those big feet, but also so fricken cute!”

“Cuter than me?” He glances up from the simmering red sauce he stirred with care.

“Oh absolutely!” I laugh, taking another sip of wine.

He gives me a charming grin, his dimples deepening as he turns back to the pot of sauce. He carefully adds a pinch of salt and stirs it in. He takes a small spoon from the counter, then dips it into the sauce. As he brings it to his lips, I can see him blow on it gently to cool it down before walking over to offer it to me. “Tell me what you think?” He brings the spoon to my lips, allowing me to take a sip of the sauce before tasting it himself. “More garlic?” he asks.

I let the flavors of the sauce dance on my tongue before nodding approvingly. “It’s delicious,” I say, unable to tear my gaze away from his eyes.

Emboldened by my second glass of wine, I wrap my legs around him, trapping him in place as I press my lips to his in a kiss that starts soft, but quickly escalates.

He stiffens in surprise, the spoon in his hand pausing mid-air. But then he’s kissing me back, matching my fervor as his free hand finds its way to my waist, pulling me even closer to him. The world shrinks down to the space where our bodies meet, the taste of him mingling with the lingering flavors of the wine and sauce on my tongue. It’s all-consuming and intoxicating.

The kiss ignites something wild within me that grows as Chris drops the spoon and both of his hands roam the small of my back, urging me impossibly closer. His fingers slip up under my shirt, tracing the column of my spine. I respond instinctively, my own hands yanking his tucked shirt free from his jeans before venturing beneath it to explore the taut muscles of his abdomen. I feel his muscles tense beneath my touch, urging me on. I press my crotch against his and feel him starting to get hard. The anticipation, built up from being interrupted before, was almost unbearable. With trembling hands, I fumble with the button on his jeans, desperate for more. As I finally manage to open it and tug down the zipper, I feel him moan against my lips. The sound only fuels my desire further as I reach eagerly for his cock.

The cocoon of intimacy enveloping us is suddenly shattered by the ding of the elevator, followed by a cacophony of voices and laughter as the doors open. My heart sinks as I look up at Chris; I feel defeated and frustrated by yet another interruption. “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I whisper-yell at him, throwing my head back in exasperation before breaking into a laugh. “I can’t even be mad anymore.”

Chris lets out a groan and zips up his jeans, clearly caught off guard by our unexpected visitors. “Shit,” he whispers back, a mixture of shock and annoyance crossing his features as he steps back from me. “I had no clue they were stopping by.” Chris turns towards the elevator, raising his voice to a shout, “Uh, hey! What the fuck are you losers doing here?”

I find my wine glass and take a long sip as I watch five men make their way off the elevator - Changbin, Felix, Hyunjin, Han, and an unfamiliar face he was holding hands with. This must be the partner Han mentioned at the party.

Changbin offers his fist towards Chris in greeting as he says, "I told them you had plans tonight." They bump fists before pulling each other into a manly hug. "But when they heard you were cooking...you know how these fuckers are."

“Yeah, I know.” Chris sighs in resignation. Despite his annoyance, I can tell he’s secretly pleased to see them. He greets each of them with a warm hug and playful banter. It's almost as if he hasn't seen them in ages, even though it’s probably been just a few hours since they were last together. It brings a smile to my face.

With a joyous skip in his step, Changbin approaches me with a grin spread across his face. "Kay! Up top!" he exclaims, extending his hand for a celebratory high five. I oblige and our palms connect with a satisfying smack. "I can take responsibility for the other two interruptions, but this one is not my fault. I tried to stop them!" He bursts into laughter when he sees my raised eyebrow, clearly questioning what he knows. "Chan tells me everything. I'm his BFF," he boasts gleefully before settling onto one of the bar stools.

"Great," I mutter, hopping off the counter and taking the stool next to him with a sigh. "So now everyone knows I have blue balls."

"They suspect," Changbin corrects me with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "But I'm the only one who knows for sure." He pours himself a glass of wine and refills mine, his demeanor playful and carefree.

I hear Hyunjin’s voice behind us, “So this is what you’re up to….10th floor girl. I approve!”

Both Chanbin and I swivel our stools around to face them. “Hi Kay,” Felix says in his deep voice with a bright smile. “Ignore him,” he adds playfully as he shoves Hyunjin’s shoulder.

“Thanks. Who’s this?” I point my chin towards Han’s partner.

“This is my lover, Minho,” Han introduces very dramatically.

Minho rolls his eyes, but extends his hand for me to shake.

“How long until the food’s ready,” Han asks as the group settles onto the couches.

Chris walks back to the kitchen and calls over his shoulder, “Probably another 45 minutes.”

Changbin and I have a casual conversation at the bar while the others have a lively discussion in front of the TV. Suddenly, Han makes a loud declaration, causing Changbin to burst out with a hearty laugh as he yells, “The lies, the lies, the lies!” His contagious laugh spreads to the others, who all join in, including Chris, who snorts with amusement as he places a tray in the oven.

I turn to Changbin, my curiosity piqued. "I wouldn't have pegged you for a housewives fan!"

His eyes light up with excitement. "Are you kidding? I love that shit," he declares. "I watch every single one... but don't spoil anything for me. I haven't caught up with last week's episodes yet." As he speaks, his hands gesture animatedly in the air, emphasizing his love for the guilty pleasure TV shows. He and I discuss some of the newly casted housewives.

I hear Hyunjin say my name, and I strain to hear what he’s saying about me amidst all the conversations. Minho tries to shush Hyunjin as he erupts into loud, raucous laughter. My attention snaps towards the couch, where Chris has suddenly appeared, seemingly teleporting from the kitchen in record time. He stands at the back of the couch, towering over Hyunjin and gripping under his neck firmly from behind. The room falls silent, everyone on the couch seemingly holding their breath. Changbin looks unbothered, like he’s used to seeing scenes like this play out. He takes a sip of his wine.

Chris forcefully tilts Hyunjin’s head back so that he is looking down directly into Hyunjin’s face. Their eyes meet. His voice drops low as he issues a warning. “Behave,” he growls.

“C’mon hyung! I’m just….,” Hyunjin pleads through his laughter. Chris raises his eyebrow as he cocks his head to the side, silently challenging Hyunjin to finish his sentence. Understanding the unspoken threat, Hyunjin quickly quiets down. “Ok, fine. Sorry,” he concedes with a sigh and a roll of his eyes.

“Good boy,” Chris says. He leans down to give Hyunjin a quick kiss on the corner of his lip before releasing him and heading back to the kitchen.

Felix lets out a relieved breath and then playfully slaps Hyunjin on the back of his head. "Stupid," he whispers.

The boys seamlessly slip back into their previous conversation, their laughter echoing through the air. As they joke and tease each other, I turn my attention back to Changbin. “What the hell was that?” I question, still trying to make sense of the strange and unexpectedly intimate moment I had just witnessed.

[preciadosbass]

20/8/24 [4X DIYS — draft from yesterday, key + significant photos at end]

nobody asked, but regarding yesterdays journal - i actually went to sleep at 3 because i got distracted with patrick stump gifs. i was supposed to just be looking for a few blue coloured ones [raa having a colour themed blog is so annoying // there’s so many cute gifs of musicians that aren’t blue/black and i cant change the colour and therefor cant use them =(] but lost track of time. meaning i was absolutely exhausted when i woke up [8:30]

after waking up, i went outside to say goodmorning to boris and scrolled on scenemo/alt diy tiktoks until i got a message from N ‘apologising’ for yesterday. i say ‘apologising’ because i know they didn’t mean it, and they also said they deleted the photos of me immediately. which isn’t true as i saw them press the send button and then put their phone away. they wouldn’t have had time to delete them before whoever saw them, saw them. this means my mum has told her mum, which i’m super embarrassed about. i don’t like people knowing i’m upset about anything they’ve done/someone they know has done. i’m just still worried about it because i know those photos looked so bad and they sent them to so many people. and now, it dosent matter if they get rid of them because whoever those people were have already seen them. i’m so humiliated.

anyway, i carried on scrolling on scenemo/alt diytok until 10:40 when i finally got dressed while listening to my sleeping with sirens live cd. today i wore my purple asking alexandria shirt, a pair of striped purple and black tights, blue ripped shorts, knee high converse, my my chemical romance [danger days] zip up hoodie, my can tab bracelet, a falling in reverse bracelet, and dark blue skull bracelet, a two row studded cuff, diy kandi + elastic bracelet, sleeping with sirens and panic! at the disco bracelet, and last but not least a spiked kandi cuff. [photos at end]. i haven’t made kandi jewellery in a while because i’ve run out of beads, but once i start seeing my other prevision again, i’ll buy some more. today i’m going to reptile experience/possibly going on a long car ride with my dad so i can listen to music full blast without worrying about anyone hearing.

i couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that there’s stupid photos/videos of me going around to strangers. i know it seems like i’m overreacting, but having photos taken of me is such a big deal in my mind and this whole situation makes me feel like the world is ending. i hate seeing my own face and knowing that other people do aswell. the thought itself disgusts me, i only like pictures of my outfit and sometimes that’s too much. after getting dressed, i did my hair and then went outside with boris at 11:20. the weather was being weird and one second it was boiling hot, and the other freezing. but that’s just the uk for you.

i stayed with him until 11:50 when me and my mum left to go out. boris has started meowing everytime i come out to see him and it’s really really cute. i also took a few videos of him before getting in the car. on the way to reptile experience, i listened to early fall out boy + american beauty/american psycho fall out boy, and a little bit of letterbox tradgedy. when we arrived, everyone was having their lunch so i went into the reptile room and said hi to boris #2 [the bearded dragon] and the other visible animals. i also took a few photos of various animals to put in this journal/this weeks recap [photos at end]. along with observing all the other stuff in the room, like the stuff for the horses/ponies.

once everyone in the other room had finished their food, me and my mum went out to the kitchen/sofa area where the rodents live. S [the lead crew member, she’s lovely], put out some ripped up pieces of newspaper and treats for rat enrichment and set all 4 on the table everyone was sat around. we were told not to pick them up [i think it’s because everyone apart from me was really young and rough with the animals], and just let them come to you. i watched as they had their snacks and scurried around the table and sofa that was just by where i was sat.

three came up to me all at once and hoarded around my bracelets. S said it was due to the shininess of the can tab one, and maybe the smell. i let the rats crawl over my arm/lap/wrist and took a few photos. while doing so one in particular kept on sniffing my phone camera lens so the videos look really silly XD — i took a few bits of the newspaper for an upcoming collage as i found a few paragraphs of writing about true crime and that’s one of my interests. [this feels weird to write, i just find the psychology aspect of it interesting]. once the rats were put away and the enrichment was cleaned up, S & A [the other crew member, the one that makes me feel sick of jealousy due to his looks etc] took out pinecones, some lard, and some birdseed.

i already knew what was coming so i moved my bracelets further up my arm and tied bits of string to a few secreted pinecones. we were then told that we were making bird feeders. i covered the pinecones in lard and then rolled it in a sunflower seed based mix as it had the darkest colours. i made five as S said i could make two for the farmer’s gate and three to take home, yipee // once i was done, i looked at a few of the drawings on the wall. a lot of them were illustrations of five nights at freddy’s animatronics. which gave me an idea to also draw animatronics on small bits of card and line them wherever there’s an empty part of my wall. at 1:40, we walked round to the farmer’s gate and hung the pinecones around the wood. [picture at end] S gave me two that had already been made by various people attending, so when we went back round to the buildings and it was time to leave i got to take home the five that id made!! we headed for home at 2:11 after thanking all the workers. on the way back i stopped off to get low cal boba [photo at end cuz it looks just as good as it was]

in the car, i sorted through the photos taken there into an instagram collage to add to the end of this journal + my weekly recap. [photo collages at end]. i also listened to quite a lot of panic! at the disco’s vices and virtues. we [me and my mum] arrived home at 3:20. i didn’t end up doing for the drive with my dad because it would’ve been around 7 hours in the car, and that’s too long for me to be away from boris in the car unless i’m going away. and even that’s a stretch. i stayed outside with boris until 3:50 when i decided i’m going to put up my bird feeder. i took the pinecones outside and called my mum out to try and work out where i should hang them/what i should hang them from. my mum spawned this plant holder thingy and asked me if it’d be any good. i didn’t have another option and it was an alright improvisation so i went into my room to work out what part of the garden’s bank i can see from through my window.

once i’d worked out a suitable place for it to go, i brought it up to the bank and supported the legs with a few bits of scrap wood planks. then i hung the five pinecones along the frame of the flowerpot part. [photo at end] i finished within -10 minutes and then went back inside to my room. when i first got in, i took my stuff out of my bag to give my dad his battery pack and accidentally got scrap bits of purple-like wood all over my bed. id snapped them up yesterday while at the creek for an idea i had. i thought i might aswell make it now, so collected them off my blanket and got my hot glue gun ready. the idea was to glue them around the metal tin that a candle rests in. which is stupid, because this particular wood is the most flammable in the uk so i most likely wouldn’t even be able to burn it. anyway, i collected a few more bits of stick from the garden and lined them around the tin. i finished at 4:30 and took a few pictures of the finished product. [photo at end]

once again, something else useless i settled on making, but at least it looks cute. i watched two youtube videos :[the rest of ‘Q&A time !!! :D’ by nico vamp, ‘a day in the life | fake 🩸 + pictures’ by maya malice, and then almost two more videos from the same youtuber [[‘a day in the life + randumness :3’, & ‘my problem with scenecore’.]] while listening to the last video listed, i made a collage with receipts from charity shopping on thursday + the bits of newspaper i collected today. i hid a secret message in there [its just ‘meow’, photo at the end] and put together the word ‘empierces.’ which means to pierce. get it? like pierce the veil? anyone?? [photo at end — finished at 6:35]

then i listened to the entirety of falling in reverse’s new album [again] — while doing so, i drew lolbit, RWQFSFASXC, and the puppet from five nights at freddy’s on some card. i put it along the side of my doorframe beside pictures of kellin quinn and pete wentz. [theyre so bad you don’t get a photo] then i went outside with boris at 7:35. he was being his usual polite and cute self and i could also tell he was very happy because he was dribbling at ton xp // he let himself in at 7:50 so i didn’t get to spend much time with him on the driveway, but i followed him inside, checked he had food, and wrote 4 paragraphs from this journal. after finishing that little bit of writing, i saw frank iero’s new instagram post + story like WTF IS GOING ON I FREAKED OUT. LIKE WHATS HAPPENING AT MIDNIGHT FRANK?? i went to see him [boris] again at 10 after looking through scenemo/alt tiktok and letting my phone charge a little.

he stayed out with him my for barely any time before he let himself inside to eat. i came inside with him, and during this one of my cousins pulled up to our house as he got me some of my safe food because otherwise i won’t have anything at all to eat tomorrow and it’ll be really easy to faint if the weather isn’t perfect. him and my mum spoke about the holiday that me and my immediate + extended family are going to. he left at 10:45 and then i had a bath. i usually don’t mention washing [etc] as it’s a boring thing to write about/the same everytime. its not like with the questions about boris or when i wake up because that changes. i’m just mentioning it today as there’s nothing i can fill in the spaces of this journal with.

then i collected a few green day [billie joe armstrong] gifs and went up to my sisters room because i swore she was playing the hello zepp saw themetune on keyboard. it turned out she was, i watched her play it and then came back downstairs again. while i was on the sofa, she started playing something else and asked me if i recognised it. it was numb by linkin park, but i got it to confused with another song of theirs that sounds similar at the start. i went up because she wanted me to watch her play it and she followed on the song with ‘centuries’ by fall out boy.

after she’d finished, i went back downstairs to get myself some icy water, speak to boris, and then do my teeth before having a nap. i put on a timer for 10 minutes because i said i’d check up on him every once in a while but when i woke up it was bright outside and my phone was in the same place i left it before my nap. it turned out i never woke up and never got to say goodnight to boris so i freaked out when i realised. i would’ve gone to sleep at 1.

🗝️ — boris/my cat, prevision/keyworker i have to see instead of being taken back into mainstream education, questions about boris/i ask my parents questions about my cat to verify he's okay + will be okay in the morning. its a compulsive thing and i'm hopefully going to be tested for OCD in the future.

[whispersinthedawn]

Fluttering fireflies 2

“You never said creature wrangling was part of your job description,” the minor god next to Triton announced.

A minor god that Apollo had somehow failed to notice until that very moment, but who Apollo couldn’t take his eyes off once he’d seen him.

The golden ichor beading at his lip, the hair pulled back in a small ponytail at the base of his neck, bare muscular chest liberally coated in black and blue monster blood, and a tail double the length of the god’s torso sparkling iridescently with scales the colour of the inside of an abalone shell – it was like the god was designed to attract attention. And since they were gods capable of shapeshifting, he might as well have been.

“It’s not part of my job description,” Triton announced like the pompous prince he was. “As my guard for this trip, however, it is yours.”

The minor god laughed in incredulity even as he grabbed the arm of a squid, impervious to the sharp suckers on the appendage, and tossed it away in a twist of muscles that made Apollo’s mouth dry out.

He surreptitiously parted his mouth and allowed some of the oceanwater in. Never mind the salt – he desperately needed some hydration, however deceptive.

“You sure are popular,” the unknown god remarked.

Triton brushed the conch shell hanging at his waist with mock humility. “Well, I am the prince of the seas. I carry messages of global importance that could pit the ocean at war if they were to fall into the wrong hands. People are always after me.”

The minor god ignored the blades of the seaweed furtively attempting to encircle him and placed a brave, brave hand on Triton’s shoulder. “You should get a bodyguard,” he advised. “Or a PR team that is better at making friends than you.”

If Apollo could, he would have held his breath. Had this god – minor, unimportant, with no backing but his own wits – not only dared to touch Triton, but also tease him in a manner reserved to family?

“At least I warrant a PR team,” Triton said sardonically, folding his arms. “You haven’t even figured out your own domain.”

The completely brazen god pouted. “But that’s what I have you for, isn’t it? To help me figure out what I’m good at!”

Triton rubbed one of the horns on his forehead in a gesture Apollo recognised from the mirror. That of a much-beleaguered sibling.

“You’re good at getting on people’s nerves,” Triton scolded.

“Now, now,” the new god said with arms raised in placation. “You have to admit. I am quite proficient at destruction as well.”

With only his words as warning, the god swung his tail at the weed and ripped all its blades off. Another swing of his tail, a vertical slash this time instead of the previous horizontal curve, and a rift opened up in the seabed.

An explosion of gases had Apollo looking away for a moment, but by the time he’d managed to create protective upper lids, bubbling lava had replaced the initial explosion.

Triton clapped his hands together. “I know what you can be god of! Sudden underwater volcanic eruptions!”

The other god placed his hands on his hips and raised his eyebrows sceptically. “Isn’t that Hephaestus?”

“You can share,” Triton assured.

They really couldn’t, Apollo knew. But it didn’t matter. The heart in Apollo’s chest that he kept around only for form’s sake had begun beating, keeping pulse with the swings of the other god’s tail.

Swings that swept the waters clear of anyone hoping to approach Triton.

Including Apollo.

But it didn’t matter. Because he’d already seen what he’d come there to.

When he resurfaced beside Artemis’s carriage, it was to find her eyeing him with deep approbation. “No,” she instructed firmly like he was a dog to be brought to heel.

“Yes,” Apollo insisted as he climbed inside the chariot, unrepentantly dripping all over the  fur rug.

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I’m planning,” Apollo protested.

“I don’t need to in order to recognise that look on your face.”

Apollo pouted.

Artemis pressed a hand to her forehead. “Please, just please, don’t make a stalker shrine this time. I am tired of making excuses for my idiot of a brother.”

***

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[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Who Let Us Have A Group Chat?

Pairings: Blood Moon/DJ Music Man, Harvest Moon/Glamrock Bonnie, Eclipse/OC (well, not anymore)

Word Count: 1,160 Words

Summary: More backups, teenager discussions, and disabilities.

Warnings: Cursing, Sick (mentioned), Drinking (mentioned only), Caps, Injury (mentioned), Neglect Mention, Abuse Mention, let me know if I should add anything else.

Notes: Sirius is good Eclipse. Charon is Good Eclipse’s Moon. Altair is Good Eclipse’s Sun.

Chapter 11: Why Are There Teenagers?

4:14am Who Took My Hat?

Moon: Why in the fuck did I just find three of your backups on my patrol? @Eclipse

Eclipse: ...wat?

Moon: Well, I've named oldest one Equinox. Lunar was awake and Bolide was visiting so they named the other two.

Eclipse: ...wat?

Lunar: I named the youngest! His name is Meridian!

Eclipse: ...wat?

Bolide: The middle one I named, his name is Solstice.

Eclipse: ...wat?

Moon: Three backups. They seem pretty harmless. Kinda adorable. Equinox finished the patrol with me.

Bolide: Solstice wanted to sleep, he was really tired.

Lunar: I forced Meridian in a bath. Your three new children are dirty as hell from being in the sewers.

Eclipse: .........

Moon: Okay, you're like half-alive, KC is probably asleep. We'll keep them for now, go back to sleep.

Eclipse: mmmk

7:45am Who Took My Hat?

Eclipse: God, it wasn't a fever dream.

Moon: You're sick again?

Eclipse: Mhm, sick.

Moon: You okay?

Eclipse: I feel like hell. Can't breathe very well but they already broke the fever again.

Moon: You get sick way too often.

Eclipse: You're telling me, the one who gets sick too often. I hate this.

Moon: Good to know. We'll keep the triplets for a few days while you get better.

Eclipse: thx

Solar Flare: Father is quite sick. He's thrown up seven times now and couldn't get a full night's sleep even before your messages at 4am.

Moon: Poor fuck.

Lunar: I'm very pleased to say I've never gotten sick.

Eclipse: This is why I hate you sometimes.

Eclipse: You fucking healthy bastard.

Eclipse: And your perfect immune system.

Eclipse: Meanwhile I suffer because mine sucks.

Lunar: At least you're not eternally equivalent to a 14 year old.

Eclipse: I'm equivalent to an 18yo don't come at me with that shit, I'm barely legal.

Lunar: At least you're legal.

Moon: Wait, wait, wait, hold on. You two are kids?

Lunar: Yes.

Eclipse: Yes? In a way?

Moon: Me and Sun are both coded as twenty five!

Kill Code: I'm still the oldest, I'm 34.

Sun: Damn, you had Eclipse at 16. Rip

Moon: Just hold the fuck up, how many of you are minors!?

Sirius: 17

Brown Dwarf: Fifteen.

Supermassive: 16

Moon: We're just chilling with five minors!?

Blood Moon: Ha, we're older than you Eclipse! We're 21!

Harvest Moon: At least I'm legal to drink, I think I need to after learning that Eclipse is our little brother.

Sun: You literally would be legal for it anyway. It's not like someone's going to go up to a murderous robot and ask them for their ID or internally coded age.

Eclipse: You make a good point and I've proven this.

Kill Code: Why are you drinking underage!?

Eclipse: I was at a fancy party!

Kill Code: Why do you go to so many fancy places!?

Eclipse: Because I can.

Sun: 👀

Eclipse: Get those eyes away, I'm only 18!

Sun: You bastard, you have perfect excuses because of your code age.

Eclipse: Exactly. I want to be away from someone, 'I'm not legal'. I want to be near someone or do adult things 'I'm a legal adult'. It's not like anyone is going to challenge that because they don't know my actual age.

Sun: Smart little fucker.

Blood Moon: You haven't seen him walk into glass doors, have you?

Sun: No, but now I can imagine it and I can't stop laughing.

Moon: Can confirm, Sun sounds like a hyena.

Eclipse: I hate all of you.

Sun: To be fair, like Brownie, I wouldn't be able to see it but I can imagine the sound just  THUNK OW

Moon: What?

Sun: Oh shit.

Moon: No, you explain yourself now!

Sun: Um...Moon, I'm half blind.

Moon: You're what?

Sun: I've always been like this, how have you not noticed?

Moon: I don't know! You're blind!?

Sun: Only half blind. I'm fully blind in the dark though. I can only really see in the daycare, the lights are that bright for a reason. I have a hard time seeing anywhere else. I thought you knew this.

Moon: Obviously not, Sunny, you have to tell me these things! I'm oblivious as fuck, Sun, you have to tell me or I won't realize it!

Sun: I thought you knew!

Moon: Is this why you hit into things or stay in place when the lights go out?

Sun: I plead the fifth.

Moon: You can't plead the fifth on a disability, Sunrise!

Sun: Moon, I didn't want to scare you! I thought it was better not to mention it since I thought you knew and disregarded it!

Moon: I would never disregard something like this!

Brown Dwarf: Blind besties?

Sun: Yes, Brownie, blind besties.

Sirius: Can I also be a blind bestie? My left eye is screwed up now.

Lunar: God, what did you do now?

Sirius: So I was fixing something with Chary looking after the daycare

Sirius: And I was working with my wrench close to my face

Sirius: And a kid came and jumped on what I was working on and it fell on me

Sirius: I shattered my left eye with my wrench. Just the outer layer but it hurts to be uncovered now.

Sun: Temporarily blind bestie.

Brown Dwarf: Rip Sirius, lost his left eye being a good mechanic.

Sirius: I have replacements, but we have it covered for now so I can help Charon with the daycare.

Eclipse: Do I have to steal you and fix it since Charon is disregarding your injuries again? We aren't having a repeat of the broken arm incident again.

Kill Code: Elbow joint? What? Again?

Eclipse: Siri got his arm stuck in the compactor trying to save one of his favorite bunny plushies that his bastard Monty threw in there and it crushed his arm. Charon was so busy with Altair he ignored it for a week before Sirius jumped dimensions and I noticed his arm and fixed it.

Kill Code: Is the child's bunny okay? Is he okay?

Sirius: No, Millie got crushed but I'm okay now. Clipse fixed me. But fine, I'll visit for the eye, I'll bring the replacement with me.

Eclipse: You better!

Sirius: Yes, Dr. Eclipse.

Eclipse: The fuck? I'm not the healer, Lunar's the mage.

Kill Code: I'm so lost.

Lunar: Dungeons and dragons. Me, Clipsey, Siri, Puppet, and a couple others are in a DnD group. I'm the mage but I don't have healing spells. Eclipse, our rogue, has every single healing spell.

Moon: Makes sense.

Eclipse: I am not your local doctor! I'm the sickest fucker here!

Moon: You're right, you're sick. Sirius, I'll replace your eye, then you can go visit Eclipse if you want to see him still.

Sirius: Thanks, just gotta sneak away before Char notices. I think Al should boot his performance programming soon anyway so I can sneak out then, since he's always distracted whenever the performance programming takes over.

[depressedhouseplant]

Just Fucking Write - Day 56

Prompt: He loved her, but she didn’t love him back (Eric x Fem!Reader)

Tags: Narrator is female (obvs), massive miscommunication

A/N: This was given to me as a prompt from my writing teacher. I am about to rip your heart out and stomp on it. Blame her 😝. Eric will eventually get his happy ending though.

Eric rolled over and kissed me.

“I love you,” he smiled against my lips.

“You what?” I sat up, almost knocking our heads together.

“I said I love you,” he repeated. When my silence went on a little too long, he spoke again. “Do you not love me back?”

“I thought this was a casual thing. You know, we hook up when you’re in town, but nothing serious,” I said slowly.

“What about the flowers I sent for your birthday? And we text all the time,” he replied.

“You’re always messaging fans wishing them happy birthday and you put the lock on that tower that’s for couples, but wrote it out to the fans. Hell, your catchphrase is I love you. I thought you were just being nice and the sex is great but not that I was special,” I told him. Watching his face fall as I spoke made me feel like a complete asshole.

“That’s fan service. I do love our fans, but I thought the gifts and texting and that I make a point to see you whenever I’m here made it clear that you are special. I haven’t slept with anyone else since we started sleeping together,” he told me.

“Oh,” was all I could manage.

“You’ve slept with other people?” he asked.

“Yeah. Why do you think I insist you use protection every time? I’m not hooking up with a different guy every night, but I need to get laid more than 3 or 4 times a year. It was different when you were on hiatus because you were here. After you went back and never said anything about wanting more, I figured you wouldn’t care if I slept with other guys sometimes,” I replied.

“Do I know them?” he couldn’t even look at me by this point.

“Just one. Miles,” I admitted.

“You slept with my best friend?” his voice shook.

“He said he told you,” It was the truth. Miles had said he’d told Eric we’d had sex and Eric was okay with it.

“No, he didn’t,” Eric finally looked up. Tears were streaming down his face.

“I think I should go,” I got up and started getting redressed. I didn’t have the guts to look back at Eric. I wished he’d said that he wanted more. Maybe it was my fault for never asking if it was more than just a casual thing. I also apparently needed to have a conversation with Miles. He was one of Eric’s oldest friends and I didn’t want to be the reason their friendship ended.

“Y/N?” I finally turned around.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Go to hell,” he said, face red with tears and anger.

“I’m sorry,” the apology hung in the air as I left the room knowing that I’d never see him again.

[struungout]

I’ve been meaning to write up a shareable post for some time now regarding the fiasco with Layla Szczepaniec and her company JpopDolls. I’ve been putting it off for months now because the whole situation just makes me so unbelievably angry that it is hard to calmly and succinctly explain all the bullshit Layla has put not only myself through, but also dozens of other customers and doll artists through.

I’m writing up this post because I do not want anyone else to be in the same position as I am now where they’re out of luck getting back their money and have nothing to show for it other than a few Facebook messages and emails full of nothing but excuses and lies. If this post prevents even one person from doing business with JpopDolls, I’ll consider that a win. If it causes Layla to shut down the business for good, I certainly wouldn’t shed any tears over it.

The short of it is that I preordered an Asella Raspberry doll in coffee skin back in October 2020. I never received the doll nor have I received a refund. Layla has not posted to the JpopDolls Facebook page (the only active source of information) since June 2022. Comments are also limited on the FB page (or at least I know that I am personally blocked from making comments on it). I am not the only one in this position either. There are people that preordered dolls from early 2020 that never received them, and there’s people that purchased in stock goods that either never received them, or it took months to receive them.

The long story is that back in February of 2022, Asella herself posted on her Facebook page that she had recently been in contact with Fdoll and Island Doll (2 companies that JpopDolls had used in the past for casting Asella’s dolls) since she was planning to run some preorders herself, and found out that neither of them had received orders from JpopDolls in the last 1-2 years, despite the fact that Layla had been regularly running preorders since 2020. Prior to this news, I’d spent a little over a year emailing and messaging Layla asking for when dolls would be arriving, and always given something along the lines of “soon”, and once given an actual month for when the dolls should get delivered to her.

When contacted about this news, Layla stated that Asella was misinformed and that the dolls were delayed due to the 2020 COVID shutdown and casting problems. She then stated that the dolls would be delivered by spring, and if they weren’t, customers would be refunded. Spring came and went and no dolls materialized and no refunds were sent.

In summer of 2022, a public Facebook group was created called People and Businesses who lost money to JPOP dolls. It currently has 79 members. It was a group that aimed to try and organize all of the JpopDolls customers that had been having issues with the company. Together, dozens of us filed formal complaints to the Washington state Attorney General’s Consumer Resource Center, as well as the FBI’s Internet Crime Complaint Center. Unfortunately, nothing came of these complaints. I believe some individuals also filed police reports and knew of at least one person that was thinking of trying to go to small claims court since they lived in the same state as Layla. I haven’t heard any updates regarding that though.

From what I read in the group, JpopDolls has been ripping off artists that worked with them for years, at least since 2017 (when Grace was still alive, so this isn’t a new problem with a new owner). This has led those artists to stop working with them in the past. A post from October 2022 also stated that they received an email from JpopDolls about a sale on doll clothing and accessories as well as in-stock dolls, so Layla is clearly still actively trying to do business and the website is still up and running. I have not personally heard anything from her since emailing her in March.

I have personally come to accept that I will not be getting my money back, and even if I did receive the doll by some act of God, I wouldn’t want it anyway. The entire situation soured me on a doll that was my grail for a majority of my time involved with this hobby. At this point all I want is to make sure that nobody else does business with JpopDolls (or Layla Szczepaniec) ever again.

Do not buy anything that’s in stock or on preorder. Do not give your hard-earned money to someone that is more than happy to take it and then never send you what you paid for. If you have an order with JpopDolls that is still within the timeframe your bank or PayPal give to file a claim, get your money back now.

Please do share this information with your fellow doll collectors, new and old alike. I don’t want anyone else put through this nonsense.

You can find my old posts about this issue on my Instagram story highlights under “jpopdolls” as well as my feed here and here.

[dragonmuse]

Are there any Revenge-family siblings we haven’t met or heard about? We’ve seen the Hands siblings and the Boodhari siblings and obviously Alma and Charlie, but does anyone else have siblings who haven’t shown up in the stories yet? There are a lot of confirmed only children and the only sibling I can think of off the top of my head who has been alluded to but not shown up is Faith’s sister who was the one who gave Izzy her ring after she died.

( There may be, but they haven't made themselves known to me yet! But in the meantime, here's someone I never thought I'd write about)

Pru Morris was walking away.  It wasn’t the first time. At eighteen, she’d walked away from her parents' house with just the contents of her carefully packed messenger bag in boots that belonged to a dead girl. Those boots had carried her to her first three dead end jobs and then, at last, to a big accounting firm where an executive called her ‘assistant’ and meant ‘surrogate wife’. 

For three years, Pru handled everything in the man’s life, including his actual wife. She never slept with him, but it was a close thing once or twice. The second winter, the boots had died at last with the sole slipping from the right one. She probably could’ve fixed them, but it felt right to put away childish things. She’d never even liked them really. But she didn’t throw them away, just tucked them in her closet and forgot about them. 

Then the man got promoted and got a new assistant. Pru was handed over to the new man without ceremony. It was a silent divorce that she felt in bones, and she forced herself to start dating again to make up for it. 

Drew Morris was fine. He had a good job, a good car, and he took her to nice dinners. He wasn’t flashy, but he was steady. When he proposed a few months later, it was with a decent ring and she said yes without much further thought. 

The honeymoon was beautiful. Days in the sun and he held her hand and Pru felt loved for the first time in a long time. But then they got back and the handholding stopped. For a while, she was sure she’d done better than her mother at least. Drew never raised his hand to her,  rarely yelled. 

But he also barely looked at her, barely spoke to her at all. On her birthday, every year he had a bouquet sent to her at work and every year, the card was the same tucked among the blooms. Pru knew his assistant had ordered them. It was the same message she had chosen for her executives a dozen times. 

“How pretty!” One of the other girls at worked cooed. “You’re so lucky!” 

“Lucky that someone else keeps his calendar,” she said flatly. It was year four. 

Pru Morris was twenty-nine years old. She was sitting in her bedroom which was meant to be theirs, but Drew was away a lot. He told her to decorate it however she wanted, then wrinkled his nose when he’d seen what she’d done. ‘A little gaudy, isn’t it?” he’d said and all the pretty things she’d picked out became cheap and tatty all at once. 

Maybe that was what she needed. A fresh take on the bedroom. She could redo it, get it right this time and maybe he’d want to linger. With a renewed sense of purpose, Pru got a garbage bag and started pulling things out of her closet that she hadn’t worn in a while. She’d do a purge, donate some things and get started on a fresh vision. 

At the back of the closet, she found a pair of black boots. The right heel had come away on one. Pru fell to her knees and drew them out. Without any thought, she pulled them to her chest and started crying. The tears shocked her. Pru was not a weeper. She hadn’t cried on her wedding day or the day her executive dumped her. But today she wept over the broken leather and rubber, holding the boots to her as tenderly as a baby. 

“Fuck him,” she realized as she held them tight to her. Pru didn’t swear, crisp memory of her father shoving soap into her mouth had ripped all that away. Even she said ‘heck’ she’d remember the horrible taste and his hand fisted in her hair. 

But she didn’t taste soap right now. Just her own ears. “FUCK HIM!” she stood abruptly, letting the shoes cascade down. Then she went and got her suitcase and filled it with the few thing she cared about, some clothes and her toiletries. She ripped off her perfectly nice ring and left it on top of a note that was much politer than she wanted to be. She had her own money, carefully hoarded. Drew had been so afraid of her siphoning off his money that he insisted on separate accounts. Asshole. 

She got a studio a few blocks from work. Cramped, but her own again. She put the boots by the front door as a reminder.  For good luck, she’d tap her toes against them as she went out the door to meet her lawyer. 

In the end there was no fight and she got plenty of Drew’s money anyway. Enough that she could sustain herself in the studio for as long as she liked. For a few months, she stayed at work, talked like everything was normal and only mentioned the divorce if asked where her ring had gone. People fussed like she should be melting down, made sympathetic noises, asked if he had cheated. 

She just shook her head and said, “Just went our separate ways.”  A few of the women stopped talking to her, but Jenny from the front desk and had groaned and said, “I KNOW that feeling.” 

They went out for drinks. Jenny was raw and funny and Pru had no idea why they’d never talked before. She was divorced too and was happy to talk to Pru about every dating service under the sun. They went speed dating together and laughed over the awkwardness afterwards. Pru had had a lot of ‘friends’ over the years, but Jenny felt like a real friend. 

“Hey, there’s a three bedroom opening up in my building, what do you think?” Jenny offered. “Get you out of that bachelorette special and me away from my horrible roommate?” 

The apartment got a lot of light and Jenny was a good roommate. They hung out a lot, but also gave each other space. And the first birthday Pru had in the apartment, Jenny gave her a framed print of the poster for A Walk to Remember, Pru’s favorite movie. Pru had cried for the second time in as many years. Jenny had hugged her and not judged. 

“Hey, is it okay if I move these?” Jenny asked when they were both on a cleaning kick. The boots sat by the door still. 

“No!” Pru said then winced.

“I don’t mean away,” Jenny assured her. “I got us a shoe rack. Is that okay” 

“You did?” 

“Mhm, so we don’t have the water dripping onto the hardwood, there’s a mat that goes under it.”

“Yeah okay.” 

Jenny set the boots on the lower rack, noticed the broken sole. 

“They were my sister’s,” Pru blurted, the words no longer able to stay behind her teeth. 

“You have a sister?” Jenny’s eyes went wide. 

“She died. When we were still kids.” 

“Oh wow, that must’ve been awful.” 

“We didn’t get along,” Pru twisted her hands together in front of her. “Fought all the time like everyone else in that house, but I figured we were sisters, you know? It’d work out. It always did on tv. And then she just died. Mom and Dad tried to toss all her things, but I got a few. I didn’t even know why...I was fifteen. Just seemed wrong to make her disappear like that. She had his thug boyfriend, took her ring from me. My parents took her bedding, her cassettes, most of her clothes and just tossed them. I hid her boots under my bed. Grabbed her hair brush too, but I lost it somewhere along the way.” 

“Oh, Pru,” Jenny hugged her and she hugged back. The boots stayed on the shoe rack. 

Dead at seventeen. Pru was thirty-one. It could happen, she thought as she tapped the boots with her toe each morning. She tapped them the day she changed back her name. She tapped them the day she saw the poster for an interior design class. She tapped them the day she got her certificate and the day she headed out to meet her first client. 

No one ever called her work gaudy.  

“You’re a miracle worker,” Patrick said when he walked into his new kitchen. “This is exactly what I wanted.”

“You had a really clear vision,” she told him eagerly. Patrick was on the short side, closer to her height and his hair was thinning a little. He dressed beautifully though and had poured over samples with her just as invested as some of her female clients. 

He was divorced too, pictures of a daughter scattered around the apartment and a bedroom set aside for her visits. 

“You’re great at visions, Pru,” he told her eagerly. He paid her and as soon as the check was in her walled, he said, “This is probably really inappropriate and I hope I’m not putting you on the spot, but would you...get dinner with me some time?” 

“I’d like that,” she beamed and she did like it. They both kept their places and Jenny teased her about being ‘the other woman’. 

“You’ve got it wrong. He’s the other woman,” Pru announced and then Jenny cried on her, which made things feel a little more even. 

Pru Callahan wasn’t walking away from her past  any more. She was running towards the future. And she’d need some sturdy boots for that. With her heart in her throat, she brought them to be repaired and re-soled. That winter she spent every day in fashionable outfits, accessorized with vintage Docs.

[gummybeardraws]

Announcement (Further elaboration under the cut)

TLDR:

I will no longer take requests due to personal life factors

This account will only post fanart

This is an SFW account only and thus I will allow minors to interact with my posts (Comments and notes are fine however attempting to privately message me is not)

Do not attempt to personally message me on my art accounts as I likely won’t reply as much

Do not message me through DA as I will not see it since the app doesn’t send me notifications

Posting will be irregular

Thanks for understanding

So this may be a really disorganised post since I don’t know how exactly to go about this but I just wanted to clarify this because I feel I need to rip the bandaid at this stage since I haven’t exactly talked about this yet but this is mainly in regards to requests and just general posting and activity. This isn’t as relevant for Tumblr since I only ever had one or two requests (That I had to scrap since unfortunately my requests were meant to be closed even if I did take one from a friend at the time) but I thought it’d be relevant to post anyway. 

Without beating around the bush I will no longer be taking requests. Not now and not for the foreseeable future anymore. During the time that I used to do requests I was in my last year of high school (I believe specifically during a “gap year” that I was having) and later during the early days of me working, where I didn’t really get many shifts and it was still generally manageable as certain things had not occurred yet, especially since I didn’t really have any unmanaged special interests or anything going on at the time. However as of recent years I haven’t really had the ability to manage requests let alone working on my own personal art. This is due to a lot of factors most of which are general personal life issues. I won’t go into detail but a lot of it is related to mental health and just in general having a lot less time to focus on things I want to due to work or other lifestyle changes/external factors. I want to be able to get back into art more regularly but I don’t feel I can do so by doing art requests since I basically need to rebuild my management routine from scratch in order to even do things I want. 

Second thing (And this is more Tumblr related than Insta or Deviantart related) is that this will be a fanart only account and will not be posting anything unrelated to art that I have personally made. I plan to make a separate personal account as I don’t want this page to become cluttered and honestly I just kinda wanna have a separation between accounts that I use for socialising or other things and for posting art. I will still reply to messages here however I may not reply to them as much as I will likely only log onto this account to post fanart. Also to note is the seperate account is going to be 18+ only, not because it will be strictly nsfw but because since it is a personal account and I just don’t want to talk to anyone under 18 as it makes me uncomfortable. Minors are free to interact with this account as it is a sfw account and will not be used for personal connections. Commenting on posts is fine however do not attempt to personally talk to me as it makes me uncomfortable.

As for Deviantart, I do not recommend messaging me here at all as I do not get notifications, nor do I use the app enough to actually see anything.

Posting will again be incredibly irregular for a little while, thank you for anyone who read this and understands.

[asoulofstars]

Deep Dive: Resolutions

Our December Deep Dive from the Tea Room RPC Dev Server, time to get into how Riona handles resolutions! I’m gonna split this into mun-focused questions and muse-focused questions.

Mun Focused: What significant changes have occurred this year in your muse? What development would you like to focus on this coming year?

So, Riona's human AU has undergone a lot of development with @Grey | divineduet & soistoodup's Luke, and Luke has become so much of a fixture for her human AUs. It's been so much fun incorporating him even into different fandoms and stuff as part of her backstory and how he would get along with her significant others. what do you value in resolutions and how does that affect how you write them for your muse? I personally value resolutions that are more "SMART" goal oriented, but also things that I won't beat myself up over if I don't succeed/complete them. So, when it comes to my muse, especially because I am so low activity when it comes to roleplay, I want to be conscientious of the fact that I won't be able to develop them as quickly. So, with my muses, my main resolutions are to make the most for me out of them. Enjoy hyperfixations while they last; dig deep into characters. Have fun with them. Even if they get tucked into a little box in my mind that makes them hide until the hyperfixation has opened it. is that something Riona knows she needs to learn? do you as a mun have ways of making her learn it? Obviously, she knows she has to learn to take care of herself better. She knows she needs to learn to love herself better. I don’t really have any ways to make her learn it; it would require fundamental changes in her thought patterns. I think it really takes other people that she cares about to get her to do this properly. It is so hard for her to do this, and it’s so hard for her to accept this about other people. But I think it can be done, and I’d love to see her learn to accept it. What fandoms have you worked on? Are there others that you still want to incorporate her into? ADHD brain = I put her into literally anything I'm obsessed with, so....xD There are definitely fandom AUs that I could develop more, like my Star Wars AU, but I don't have any fandoms where I'm like "Why haven't I done anything with this yet?"

  Muse Focused: Question:  oooh I love when you can co-develop characters !! What has having Luke so involved done for Riona's development personally do you think? Answer:  I think that it's given her an anchor, in a way. She moves on from Wellesley, where she grew up, and she leaves her childhood best friend (Aislinn) behind, and she finds herself truly alone, but then Luke appears when she most needs someone. He welcomes her into his family, and she doesn't feel so lost after leaving everything behind. And Luke helps her kind of...keep her hope alive. I think he was a missing piece in her story, because Riona needs people, and she didn't have anyone concrete during her college years. Question:  I love love love that she has an anchor in him and that she's been able to keep that piece of hope alive. I know she's had some positive growth because of Luke but has she experienced any set backs this year? Answer:  I honestly haven't written enough for that.

How do(es) your muse(s) face resolutions? As far as like....how my muse(s) face resolutions, Riona definitely is like "Yes, self care! Resolutions! I'll do better!" and then [narrator voice] So that was a lie. Question: please I love this, what stops her from following through? Answer:  Undiagnosed ADHD; trauma; "toxic positivity". RIP Riona. XD Question:  does Riona ever figure out how to meet her goals/resolutions in spite of all those things? Answer:  I think it's more that she learns how to set more realistic goals/resolutions instead of just "I'm going to stop working all night and get some sleep", it's "If I'm working, I am going to set alarms to remember to take breaks, even if it's just stopping to check my messages and scroll through social media for a few minutes." Question:  I LOVE THIS SO MUCH !!! Has that worked for her? Answer:  The jury's out on this one. XD Depends on what else is happening in her life and if she's trying to run from things or not. (And, y'know, in the verses where she retires after a Traumatic Event (TM), she doesn't have this "work all night" avoidance tactic.) what did life try to teach your muse that they rejected? Riona, whose entire fundamental relationships are built off the notion of found family, still has a hard time trusting that people won't just leave her. Even though she does tend to end up with people who will dedicate to her what she does for them. Question:  what do you think it'll take for that lesson to sink in? or is it one she's always going to struggle with? Answer:  I think she's always gonna struggle with it, but some days it's more of an internal like....intrusive thought to bat away vs a constant, present fear. Question:  no that is super fair and some fears just can't be completely shaken off. are there any lessons she staunchly rejects? like purposely rejects? Answer: I don't quite know if she's learned it yet, but I know ooc that she needs to learn/is learning about proper communication. XD Riona and Luke in particular. Suck at communicating. XD It'd be hilarious if it weren't sad, considering there's literally nothing they couldn't tell each other. Question:  Are they at least better at communicating than they were when you first started writing them? Answer:  It depends on where in the timeline things are. XD  They're better after Luke's Traumatic Event (TM).